The Billionaire's Playroom: An Erotic Dominance Story

by Lane Masters

  “Oh please, please.” She could barely form coherent thoughts, much less coherent words. And then he slid one hand down her smooth stomach, over the crisp, trimmed curls that formed a triangle over the most sensitive part of her body. She arched toward him, instinctively moving toward his hand, aching for him to touch her there. She had never needed the touch of a man so badly, had never felt so starved for anything in her life. She needed him, needed him in a new way, with a hunger she had never experienced before.

  “Please, please,” she begged again, and he quickly obliged. His fingers slipped into the warm, wet cleft, stroking through the silk, finding her completely ready for him. He dipped his fingers deep inside, thrusting against the rippled flesh before sliding back out to stroke against the swollen, hard bud of her clit. Gently, he began to rub, using her own wetness to make the skin even more slippery and wet. She could feel the hardness of his cock pressing between the cleft of her ass, and she shuddered with the knowledge that soon he would take her, that he would bend her over and take her hard and fast over the bed.

  That knowledge, combined with the swift strokes of his fingers pushed her over the edge. She felt the pressure building inside of her like the steam of a pressure cooker about to explode. She had never felt this high, this close to touching the stars. It was as if every nerve in her body was filled with something volatile, combustible, waiting for the touch of a single match.

  And then it happened. Lightning struck, flashing through her body all at once, and she felt as if she were shattering into infinite light. She screamed out, unconscious of the primal sounds coming from her throat, unable to control the violent spasms ripping through her entire body. She convulsed against him, his arm wrapping tighter around her as he continued to stroke, continued to drain every ounce of pleasure from her body.

  Wetness flooded her thighs, but she was oblivious to everything except for the pleasure and ecstasy melting her body into hot lava. Spasm after spasm ripped through her body, until there was nothing left. Nothing left except for her wetness and the primal need to have him inside of her.

  Finally, she sagged back against him, and he lifted his hand to swiftly unlatch the cuffs holding her arms. Immediately, she fell across the bed, bending over and bracing her hands against the mattress, ready for him.

  His hands spread her thighs, and she knew he could see her slick, swollen flesh. Part of her knew that she should be embarrassed, should feel self-conscious of a strange man having such an unfettered view of her most intimate places. But all she cared about was having him inside of her.

  Craig rubbed the tip of his hard cock through the slick moisture, a groan of pleasure meeting her ears. And then he slid his hardness to her center, positioning himself, ready to take her.

  Allison couldn’t wait. She arched her hips backwards, taking the tip of his cock inside. But it wasn’t enough, and he pulled back slightly where she couldn’t reach him. He placed his hands on her hips, forcing her to stay in place. “You stay right there,” he said softly but firmly.

  Allison trembled, but obeyed. He slid back, completely out of her body, and she whimpered in reaction. Didn’t he know, didn’t he understand how much she needed him? That she had to have him? And then, he was easing forward, his hardness slipping inside, pushing inside, but only an inch or two, teasing her, tormenting her. She cried out as he slipped back out again, and she felt as if she would not be able to bear the slow, agonizing torture. And then, with a moan, he surged forward, thrusting hard and deep inside of her body.

  “Oh yes!” Allison’s cries filled the room, as he slid back and slammed into her again. He thrust hard, filling her completely, as the heat flooded through her body. He pounded into her, and she could feel the tip of him slamming into the back of her slick opening. She wanted him there, as hard and deep as it was possible for him to be.

  He leaned forward over her body, grabbing her wrists. He pulled them backwards, holding her arms to her sides, forcing her body flush against the mattress. His back pressed against her, she could feel the hard muscles of his pecs and abs against the softness of her back. His hips pistoned against hers, his cock rapidly thrusting in and out, stroking against the sensitive spot inside.

  Then he took her hand in his, and slid it under her body. She lifted her hips slightly to make room for them, as he slipped her hand to the swollen bud of her clit. She whimpered as he forced her hand against her own body, her fingers sliding through the wetness, guided by his fingers.

  It felt so illicit, so wicked to touch herself while he felt her do it. As he pounded in and out, her clit rubbed against her fingers as he made her stroke herself there. And then it was building again--that incredible, electrifying pressure inside. Her hips bucked back against him, seeking him, demanding he pound her deeper. She was ravenous for his touch, for the almost brutal driving as he slammed into her body.

  Suddenly, she was screaming out again, her body writhing and thrashing underneath him as another orgasm crashed through her body. She was delirious with pleasure, as her fingers slipped between his hand and her body. His other arm pulled her tighter, his chest sliding along her back as she completely lost control.

  She was drowning in waves, waves that slammed through her over and over as his cock fucked her hard and deep. And then Craig was groaning in her ear, the deep, low moan louder and louder.

  Unexpectedly, his head lifted away from her, thrown back as a loud cry matched her sudden scream. He was pulsing into her, spasming as he came, clenching her ass tight to his body. Over and over he spurted, his passion and desire flooding her.

  His thighs slapped against hers, still hard and deep, as her body clenched him tightly, milking every last drop of pleasure from his still rigid cock. And then he was shuddering against her, one last spasm wracking his body.

  Allison felt groggy and she came back to reality, Craig rolling to lay beside her on the bed. Slowly, she turned her head to look at him. Her eyes were captivated by his intense black ones, and she didn’t even know what to say. She felt suddenly embarrassed, mortified that she had fallen into bed with him so quickly. But even worse, even worse was that she had let him do such intensely intimate things, had let him push her into completely losing control.

  A scarlet flush crept up her skin, tinting her face with the heat of her embarrassment. But then Craig was stroking the side of her face, his fingers playing gently along the arch of her cheekbone and brushing the soft curve of her lip. His expression was so gentle, so tender that for a moment she felt as if her heart had stopped being.

  And then the expression was gone, leaving a glint of mischievousness. “So, are you going to tell me you don’t normally do things like this?” He didn’t seem to mind one bit that she was embarrassed. In fact, he was obviously thoroughly amused by her blush.

  “Well, I don’t.” Allison shifted nervously where she was bent over the bed, realizing that her feet were still splayed apart and anchored to the footboard. She couldn’t move away from him if she tried. Not that she wanted to.

  He reached up to stroke her hair, tucking a stray curl behind her ear, his grin chasing away some of her apprehension and making her heart flip inside her chest. She had never seen a sexier, more appealing smile in her life.

  “Then perhaps I can convince you to do it more often.” His voice held that deep, bass ring that made some hidden part inside her core throb all over again.

  Allison found herself staring at his lips as he spoke, mesmerized by their movement. In another heartbeat, his lips were brushing hers, softly at first, and then intently. As their tongues danced against each other, she let herself float in a new kind of pleasure, a happiness that bubbled up from deep inside. Perhaps, this new experience was a good thing. Perhaps, it was the beginning of something beautiful.

  She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and simply let herself move with the moment.

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  About the Author

  Lane Masters is a freelance author living the life in sun
ny Florida. Always a lover of romance and a good story, Lane has found her true calling in writing erotica. She writes hot, steamy romantic erotica across a variety of genres, with a special emphasis on the unusual or forbidden pleasures, the kinds of fantasies that people enjoy but seldom voice to one another. Check out her website at http://SeductiveStories.net. Of course, you can find Lane on Facebook, too!

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  Kira grimaced and checked the balance of the platter on her right hand as she walked past the grizzly-faced trucker. Sure enough, a swift hand smacked her bottom as the old coot chuckled. She turned, as realistic a smile as she could muster plastered on her face, and shook her finger at him. “No flirting now, Buster, you naughty boy! I don’t want to spill Mack’s bacon and eggs.”

  She managed to deliver the food to the table without dropping it, topped off Mack’s nearly empty cup of coffee from the steaming pot in her other hand, and circled around to the left, avoiding Buster and his heavy smacks. Back behind the register, her fellow waitress in the greasy spoon shook her head. “It’s amazing what we do for a $1.50 tip,” Amy said.

  “Yeah,” agreed Kira. “Now if those tips would just add up enough to fight off Spencer, I would be okay.” Her deep sigh brought a sympathetic smile from Amy.

  “He’s giving you trouble again?”

  Kira nodded as she processed the ticket of the customer who had just finished eating at the bar in front of the grill. “He says that since I can’t provide the kind of home I used to and had to move into the studio apartment, it counts as a ‘change in circumstances’ and he is taking me back to court to get custody of Jamie.”

  “Oh, Kira, surely he can’t really do that, can he?”

  “I’m not sure. I have an appointment with my lawyer after I drop Jamie off at school this morning, but I don’t think it sounds good. Since we lost the real estate business, I have just gone down and down, while he went to work for his dad and makes tons more money than I do. He is saying that the studio isn’t a good environment, it’s a dangerous place, and that the school Jamie has to go to is old and poor performing. And he has that beautiful new town home on Remington Boulevard, not far from the new elementary school.”

  And then was the unspoken fact that Spencer could afford another fifteen grand for a custody battle. No matter which way they were added up, it would take years for Kira’s tips to amount to that. Tears welled up in her eyes as she rambled, and she hastily brushed them away. Looking up, she handed the customer his change. “Thank you for coming. Please come again soon.”

  “I certainly will,” the man replied, his deep voice sliding over her like warm, melted butter. The customer had been in several times over the last couple of weeks, and his tall, well-muscled body was enough to make any hot-blooded, straight woman drool. He is so sexy. Kira couldn’t silence the voice in the back of her head as she took in the dark brown, tousled hair, coffee-colored eyes, broad shoulders, and strong, long-fingered hands. If she weren’t so distressed at the thought of losing her son, she would probably flirt. But he was always dressed so expensively, with such a groomed appearance, that she realized that he was way out of her league, financially, anyway. A few years ago, maybe not, but now…

  ***

  Blake appraised the young waitress in front of him. Her self-assured yet slightly innocent demeanor, combined with a gorgeous, round ass, had caught his eye when had first wandered in a few weeks ago. He had wanted to ask her out, in fact he was starting to become a little obsessed with the idea, but girls like her tended to react quite strongly when they discovered what he liked in bed.

  Kira’s long, caramel curls fell in front of her eyes, and she brushed them back with graceful, slender fingers, as Blake surreptitiously examined her full breasts. Those soft, round globes tapered to a slender waist followed by full hips. She held herself tall, determination etched on her face, but her desperation spilled over in her voice as she spoke of the possibility of losing her son. She sounded as if she would do anything to keep her kid. Anything…

  Blake took his receipt from the waitress and dropped a tip by his plate. When he got to his car, instead of driving straight to the office, he circled around to the back of the small “Open 24 Hours” restaurant, where he assumed the employees parked. He would see just how desperate she might be.

  ***

  Kira swept the tip from beside the plate, glancing at it before she put it in her pocket. She expected a couple of dollars, no more, so she froze, completely stunned, when she realized she was holding a one thousand dollar bill in her hand. What the hell? Why in the world would that guy have left a thousand dollars? Sure, he looked wealthy, but the wealthy didn’t stay that way by throwing away a grand on waitresses.

  Then logic crept in. The drastic tip had been a mistake. He was going for a dollar, and carelessly left the wrong bill. Likely, he would be back as soon as he realized his error, asking for it back. Wow. How much money did that guy have, that he would accidentally pull out a thousand dollar bill from his wallet?

  Oh well. It would make a good story to tell later. She slid the money into an envelope to hold it, intending to put it in the cash register for the manager to return, but then she hesitated. What if he was more like some rich, guardian angel, and it hadn’t been a mistake? Leaving the money in the envelope, just in case, she went to the back of the restaurant and slid it into her purse. Her shift was ending, and Spencer would be dropping Jamie off in a few minutes. She would drive him to school, as she did every Monday morning, and then go home and sleep. After that appointment with the attorney.

  ***

  Blake leaned against the side of the car, his strong arms folded intimidatingly across his broad chest whose hard muscles even the suit could not disguise. In contrast, his long legs stretched out and crossed casually at the ankles, making him an imposing study in opposites. Kira stepped out the door, her conversation with Amy keeping her from noticing Blake’s attractive form, at first. Then, her eyebrows flew up in surprised, as he unfolded his legs and stood in front of one of the sharpest sports cars she had ever seen. Her eyes swept from him to the car. She didn’t recognize the model, but the Porsche emblem was unmistakable. Not only did this car drip money, it reeked of speed and adrenaline.

  “Well, that didn’t take long,” she muttered, disappointed, to Amy. It sucked to have to give the money back, but the last thing she needed was to lose this job because of a disgruntled, wealthy customer.

  She walked over to the car, that whisper in her ear from the moment at the cash register reiterating the opinion from before. God, he is sexy. Fishing out the envelope, she held it out to him. “Noticed it was missing, huh?”

  Blake stood to his full height, and at over six feet tall, he towered over her much smaller frame. Good. He liked the feeling of power it gave him.

  “No, I meant to leave it.”

  Kira was more confused now than when she had initially found the money. “Why on earth would you leave a thousand dollar tip?” she asked. “The service wasn’t that good!”

  “I couldn’t help but overhear the conversation you had with the other waitress. About your ex trying to take your kid.”

  Kira flushed in embarrassment. Sharing too much information in front of her regulars. God, when will I learn to just keep my mouth shut? Especially in front of customers?

  “Well, I appreciate your thought, but it is nothing I can’t handle. And I don’t accept charity, so you need to take this back,” she said, finality ringing in her tone, holding the money out to him.

  Blake chuckled, his deep voice running like warm molasses down her back, and despite her irritation at the man, she could not help but momentarily wonder what he would be like…elsewhere. Goose bumps crept up her arms and she fought off a shiver. She would not let any man get to her like that. Not right now.

  A slow smile crept to Bl
ake’s face at her words. “Oh, don’t worry. I don’t mean it as charity. I intend for you to earn every penny, and then some. In fact, I intend to offer you something you would be willing to do anything for.”

  Every alarm bell in Kira’s being abruptly started chiming like mad, screaming, “Run! Run! Run!” But, despite the deep suspicion running through her, something in his voice made her ask, “What?”

  Blake took a step toward her, and she had to fight the urge to take a reciprocal step back. His sheer maleness threatened to overtake her, and she gasped, involuntarily breathing in the unmistakably spicy scent of masculinity.

  His brown eyes seized her own blue ones and relentlessly drilled into her. “I will give you a house, a nice one, in a safe neighborhood with a fenced in backyard, and the services of an attorney, so you can keep your kid.”

  Thousands. That would cost thousands. What did the man want? Was this the devil here to ask her to sign over her soul in blood?

  “And what do you want from me?” she whispered.

  Blake ran a blatant look up and down her body, pausing obviously at her breasts, and then looking her in the eyes again.

  “I want you to do…anything I want.”

  Kira gasped. Did he think she was some common prostitute, to sell her body for money?

  She threw the money, still clutched in her hand down on the asphalt. “No way. You need to get out of here, now!” Shocked, embarrassed, and dismayed, she turned, only to see Spencer pulling up in the parking lot, his brand new SUV taking up the lion’s share of the two lane drive way. Jamie jumped from the vehicle, backpack slung over his shoulder, barely waiting for it to come to a stop.

  “Mom! I missed you!”