TAMED: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance

by May, Linnea

  “Play,” he breathes, breaking our kiss and letting go of my hair.

  I’m trembling and nervous when I sit down on the bench to do something I’ve done a thousand times before - just not like this.

  “What… do you want to hear?” I ask with a trembling voice.

  Instead of answering me, I see him reach inside his other pocket, and a moment later, the bullet inside me starts to vibrate, causing me to yelp and flinch in surprise.

  “Oh m –”

  “Whatever you’re thinking of right now,” he says, positioning himself next to the piano as he watches me cope with the vibrations inside of me.

  “Play.”

  Chapter XXIII

  Kingston

  Elodie sits on her bench, looking so perfect that I’m inclined to believe that she was made just for me. Her pale skin, her deep brown locks and those exotic green eyes, flickering with nervous lust as she looks at me, the vibrating egg working its magic deep inside of her. I’ve never seen anything this perfect before, an erotic beauty that’s unmatched.

  The setting is still on low because I want to give her time to accommodate this undoubtedly strange and new feeling. It has exactly the effect on her that I was hoping for, but she looks so much better than I could have ever imagined.

  After I asked her to play for a second time, now with the vibrations torturing her dainty body, she takes in a deep breath, positions herself on the bench and places her fingers on the keys, pausing for another moment before she starts to play her first song. I’m not familiar with the piece she chooses to play, but it sounds different than all the others I’ve heard before. It’s faster and more upbeat than the melancholic and romantic melodies she’s been presenting and practicing at my family’s home. Even with my untrained ears, I notice that she misses a few notes and speeds up at places where the song is meant to go along at a slower pace. She grimaces every time it happens, visibly disappointed at herself.

  But there’s one passage that really speaks to her and appears to be so familiar to her talented fingers that even the toy doesn’t prevent her from hitting the notes correctly. She sways back and forth in a big circle, closing her eyes as the melody takes her away in perfect sync with the vibrations in her core. It almost looks as if she’s about to come, but that better not happen. I didn’t give her permission to do so yet.

  I slowly move around the piano, painfully aware of the hardness between my legs. I wish I could take a picture of her right now, or capture her beauty in a movie. The sun bathes her fair-skinned body in a warm light as it is about to set, providing the perfect atmosphere for this exclusive performance. Elodie flinches here and there, when the vibrations hit especially sensitive spots. I reach inside my pocket, finding the small remote control and watch as she jumps up in surprise when I turn up the intensity. She groans and adds an unplanned hiccup to the song, but she doesn’t stop playing.

  “I’m gonna c –“

  “No, you’re not,” I interrupt her, drowned out by the tune she’s playing.

  I step behind her, placing my hands on her shoulders. She leans back into me, her hands still flying across the keyboard with a professional accuracy that amazes me even now.

  My hands trail down on her naked upper body, moving to the front and cupping her perky breasts. I can feel her heart speeding beneath my touch and when I take her nipples between my fingers and squeeze them, she’s forced to pause, gasping for air as I torture her cute little nubs.

  “Go on,” I tell her, without letting go of her.

  Her fingers are shaking, but she manages to carry on through the last few notes of the song. She plays the final chord, her upper body now resting in my hands as she leans forward, coping with the sweet pain I’m causing her while the sound of the last and heavy notes fades away.

  “Get up,” I whisper.

  She obeys immediately, her legs shaking when she rises up on her feet.

  “Kneel on the bench,” I command. “Facing the piano.”

  She sighs a weak reply, trembling with lust as she positions herself the way I told her to. She’s careful not to hit the keyboard, but supports herself on the rim instead, arching her back without me telling her to.

  “Good girl,” I say, opening my pants with one hand while giving her slap on the ass with the other. She flinches and moans, clearly welcoming it.

  The string of the toy is dangling between her legs, drenched with her juices. She enjoyed this even more than I thought she would. I reach inside my pants pocket, producing the remote control and a condom before I let my pants drop to the floor. She sighs when I switch off the toy, and it’s hard to tell whether it’s of disappointment or relief.

  I pull the condom over my hard length and pull on the string, teasing her for a few moments, before pulling the toy out.

  “That must have been your best performance yet,” I say, putting the toy away. “You need a reward for being such a good girl, don’t you?”

  She groans with desperate need, hollowing her back and lifting her ass to invite me in. I tease her with the tip of my cock, only pushing the head inside, before I retreat, causing her to moan with frustration.

  “Say it,” I tell her. “Beg for your reward.”

  “Fuck me,” she breathes. “Please, Kingston. Fuck me.”

  She looks back at me over her shoulder, her eyes fogged with desire and as beautiful as always.

  “I earned it,” she whispers.

  I smile at her. “That you did.”

  With those words, I shove my entire length inside of her in one forceful thrust. She welcomes it with a hearty groan, throwing her head back and hollowing her back even further. I wanted to go slow to match the final chords of the song she was playing, but now that I’m inside of her, I can’t help it. I need to fuck her. Fast. Hard. Rough. I ram my cock inside of her with brute force, grabbing her by the hip and claiming her with such ferocity that she can barely hold on to the piano. While the sight of her, bent over on the piano bench, her hair falling over her shoulders as she’s shaken by my strength, moves me in ways I could never have predicted, it’s the image of her playing that really brings me closer to the edge. That elegance, her skillful treatment of this refined instrument, her ethereal beauty while following my wishes.

  I can’t get enough of it. I can’t get enough of her.

  So what if I fuck her more than three times? Way more than that.

  So what if I keep her?

  I’m not letting her go, and I don’t care how much trouble this might get me into. She’s mine, and I will protect her from any harm that could come from this.

  This I swear to myself as I feel my orgasm building up. She’s moaning and squirming beneath me, slightly changing the angle by lowering her upper body. I’m just about to give her permission to come, but she defies my orders for once by not waiting for it. I can feel her muscles clenching around my cock when she finds her release, riding the waves of bliss as she comes on my cock like the good girl she is. The perfect girl for me.

  I join her ecstasy, letting out a loud groan as I come inside her with one last, long and deep thrust.

  Chapter XXIV

  Elodie

  Even after returning to school, Benjamin managed to avoid me enough to make it impossible for me to confront him about the nasty rumors he’s been spreading about me. He can consider himself lucky that I’ve been this distracted because of my appointment with the Abrams family, and because of Kingston. I don’t know what to do about him. I know there’s no future for us, but I also can’t stay away from him.

  He’s not making it any easier with his presents and charming messages. He has been sending me more clothes and even jewelry, claiming that I should consider it as an advance, and while I feel uncomfortable about this kind of attention, it also flatters me to no end. Let’s be real, what woman wouldn’t want a package of well-fitting designer clothing arriving on her doorstep once a week, along with a sweet note? He even picked out some pearl earrings, saying that they
would go well with the blouse I wore the night he first fucked me.

  And that piano. I still can’t believe he bought a model D grand piano for his place just so he could watch me play naked. No one has ever sexualized my talent like he does, and I kind of like it. Not to mention the way he fucked me afterward…

  My ears start burning with heat as I remember that evening. It was our best yet, if one was to ask me. Even better than our first night.

  My mind has been occupied with him and everything that involves him so much that I find it hard to pay attention to my theory classes, even more so than usual. It also helped in ignoring Benjamin and his disgusting way of dealing with our breakup, if one can even call it that.

  That was until I found myself confronted with the rumors he started. It was just a random remark by one of my classmates, a nasty joke that I would have cast aside without thinking about it twice, but given the circumstances, I can’t help but wonder if Benjamin is still running around, coping in the worst way possible. So, when I find him sitting by the kitchen table upon my return to our shared apartment, I’m quick to take him to task.

  He’s all by himself, and by the expression he makes when he sees me entering, I can tell that he’s not happy to see me and has no interest in talking to me.

  “We need to talk,” I say, pointing my finger at him as I approach the kitchen table taking fast steps.

  “About?” he asks, trying to appear unfazed, but I can tell that he’s nervous.

  I sink into a chair opposite him and place my elbows on the table.

  “Just one question,” I say. “And I want you to answer honestly. Did you, or did you not, tell people that I have sex with others in return for money?”

  He frowns at me, but doesn’t say a word.

  “Did you?” I press. “Did you tell people that I prostitute myself, Benjamin?”

  Now, he huffs, shaking his head.

  “I don’t know why you’re so offended,” he says. “It’s not that far from the truth.”

  I inhale audibly and shake my head.

  “What the hell, Benjamin?” I gasp. “Why would you say something like that?”

  “Because,” he says, leaning forward and narrowing his eyes. “Because that’s what it felt like. I paid for almost everything while we were dating. You took advantage of me and once you found a new sugar daddy, you just dropped me like a toy you’re done playing with.”

  I stare at him in shock. He can’t possibly be serious about this.

  “You offered to pay every time,” I hiss. “I never asked for anything. And besides, what we were doing can hardly be called dating! We had some fun together, that’s it. And I’m sorry if you felt like I took advantage of you, but I can assure you, that’s not what was going on between us.”

  I lean back, ruffling my hair in disbelief as I sigh. “I can’t believe this.”

  “Well, next time, maybe you’ll think twice before you treat someone else like this,” he says, sounding like a stubborn toddler.

  “Treat someone else like what?” I ask. “I haven’t done anything to you. I’ve always been honest with you. You, on the other hand, are actively destroying my reputation with these rumors.”

  Benjamin shakes his head as he gathers up the dishes from the meal he was finishing when I entered.

  “Whatever, dude,” he says, getting up from his chair and walking over to the kitchen sink.

  “Whatever, dude?” I repeat, my voice sounding awfully shrill.

  Benjamin starts washing his dishes, completely ignoring me. I’m so angry at him, but feel so utterly helpless. He’s hurt, rejected. I kind of feel sorry for him, but none of that is an excuse for spreading those awful rumors about me. And it doesn’t help that Kingston, my client who I’m sleeping with, is showering me with gifts. I will have to be more careful in this regard. I haven’t even told Kim about the gifts, and when she commented on my new wardrobe, I just told her that I got it at some kind of outlet. Kim has never been truly aware of my financial situation, so the fact that I might occasionally shop for designer clothes at outlets should not be anything for her to be suspicious about.

  However, Benjamin and his hurt feelings pose a much bigger problem for me. I’m infuriated at his behavior, but I still think it’s smarter to take the nice route when attempting to resolve things between us.

  “Benjamin, please,” I say. “Can’t we both be civil about this? I never intended to hurt you, and I’m sorry if there was a misunderstanding between us. But please, stop spreading those nasty rumors about me!”

  I get up from the table and walk over to him at the kitchen sink, positioning myself so that I am standing right next to him.

  “Please,” I repeat.

  Benjamin pauses and looks at me. His expression is stern, but I notice that it’s only a thin layer of anger hiding a sea of pain.

  “Just leave me alone, Elodie,” he says, averting his eyes and continuing to wash his dishes, as if it was the most important thing in the world to do.

  I don’t say another word and escape to my room. Kim isn’t here, and if I didn’t have to go to work right now, I’d have the luxury of having these four walls all to myself for a while. Between the two of us, she’s probably the only one who ever gets to enjoy that luxury because I’m out and about so much.

  I leave my backpack and change into my work clothes. Thanks to my pleasant chat with Benjamin, there’s no time for anything else, so I head out the door just a few minutes after getting home from my last class. Benjamin is nowhere to be seen and has probably retreated to his own room to chill. I wish I had that kind of luxury.

  Then again, I do have Kingston. Kingston, his amazing skills as a lover, and the few evenings I’ve spent at his wonderful home, drinking champagne that costs almost as much as my monthly rent. I will miss it, once it ends.

  We’ve seen each other enough for me to trust him enough to know that he’s not going to threaten my career. Thinking of it now, I don’t even understand how I could ever had thought that in the first place. Of course, he doesn’t have any interest in our little adventure becoming known to anyone else. We’re both interested in secrecy.

  A perfect match. A perfect little hookup that can lead nowhere.

  Great, isn’t it? Just what I always wanted.

  I make my way across the hallway, down the stairs, out the door of our building, and over to campus, still trying to shake off the stupid thoughts that try to convince me otherwise.

  No, I’m not interested in Kingston Abrams more than I should be.

  No, I can’t be.

  I don’t know why he’s being so nice to me or why he would invite me to his place again and again, but whatever it is, it can’t turn into anything real. Even if there’s no love involved, he’s going to get married to another woman, and very soon.

  I should be worrying about my unfinished playlist for their engagement party more than about our forbidden liaison.

  I vow to get him out of my head before my shift at the café starts, but Kingston manages to destroy that resolution by showing up where I least expect him.

  He’s sitting in one of the chairs in the café, his legs crossed and a tablet in his hand, continuously casting glances at the door, until he sees me. He’s not wearing a suit today, but a casual sweater with a shirt underneath, the stiff and milk-white collar a reminder of his bourgeois background. His dark hair is combed to the side, and his strong jaw is sporting perfectly trimmed stubble. No matter where and when I see him, he’s the epitome of perfection, even blending in with his environment.

  His eyes lock onto me, like they always do when I’m in his proximity, and while this should be a flattering realization, it scares the hell out of me now that he’s suddenly appeared in my world.

  I pause in the doorway for a moment, staring back at him, and even though it’s obvious that he’s here to see me, I decide to go on the run and disappear inside the kitchen in the back. It’s still early in the afternoon and as quiet as usual. Next to
Kingston, there are only a handful of customers, but he’s the only one without a drink. I put on my humiliating apron and take a deep breath before I approach his table, trying to look professional, as if I was coming up to him for nothing more than an order.

  “What can I do for you?” I ask, keeping my distance and casting nervous looks around. Of course, no one is paying attention to us.

  “I needed to see you,” he says, completely unfazed by his surroundings.

  “Here?” I hiss. “Now? Why? I have to work!”

  Kingston looks around, his eyes wandering back and forth between me and the café‘s interior.

  “It doesn’t look like the place is very busy right now,” he says. “I’m sure you’ll have time for a little chat.”

  He beckons me to sit down next to him, but I hesitate.

  “What’s this about?” I ask. “Why didn’t you just text me?”

  “If I tell you that it’s about your job, would you sit down for a minute?” he replies back.

  My heart skips a beat in fright.

  “Why? What’s going o –“

  “Sit down,” he tells me in that same domineering voice he uses when we’re alone in his apartment. And I comply, just as I would then.

  “Good girl,” he whispers, causing me to straighten up with alarm.

  “Kingston, please,” I breathe. “Not here.”

  He smirks at me. “But I enjoy seeing you like this.”

  “What’s going on?” I repeat my interrupted question, ignoring his smug look. “Were there any changes? Anything I should know? Are you firing me?”

  Kingston smiles, but shakes his head.

  “No, nothing like that,” he says. “I actually meant this job, here.”

  He makes a gesture around the room.

  “What about it?” I ask.

  “I want you to quit it,” he says. “I don’t want you to waste your time with this when it could be spent with me - and your talent.”