Too Curious Complete Series (Books 1-5) Box Set Romance Series: (An Alpha Billionaire Romance Series)

by Brooke Kinsley

  “Do you know much about courtesans?” he asked.

  “They were prostitutes,” I answered.

  “Not quite,” he said.

  I could hear the crinkling of the tobacco as he breathed it in, could feel the heat from the candles as they surrounded my body.

  “Courtesans, there’s nothing like them in today’s world. Of course, you would be the closest thing. If, on the other hand you existed during another era, you would have been most sought after, would have entertained princes, kings, been a member of court. You would have held as much sway as the most powerful men in society while being fucked more than any of their wives. Courtesans… there’s nothing like them today.”

  He seemed miserable at the prospect of a life without them.

  “But when I first saw you, I knew you had that spark, the gift of being delectable. You have that gait, the look in your eye, you know what you are, what power you possess.”

  “Like Susanna Beckons,” I said.

  He was silent. I heard the sound of him stubbing out his cigarette and the chair creaking as he stood.

  “Like Susanna Beckons… You look so much like her. I couldn’t believe it at first, thought I was imagining it. She was always my dream girl, always on a pedestal.”

  His footsteps moved over to the balcony. I heard the click of the doors, the sound of the curtains whooshing in the breeze, then the frigid air as it ran over my naked body. I shivered slightly and he placed a hand on my abdomen.

  “Cold?”

  “Yes,” I said with another shiver.

  “Hold on tight. It’ll make it sweeter.”

  I didn’t know what he meant but braced myself anyway.

  “So, as I was saying, I was telling you a story. Have you ever heard the tale of the courtesan and the mad doctor?”

  I shook my head.

  “They must have skipped that in history class.”

  There was the faint sound of him sniggering.

  “The courtesan, in this instance, was a young girl named Beatrice Brown, a girl born into an impoverished farming town in the south of England. Her childhood was a short and hideous one filled with hardship and misery, but as soon as her body was as old as her mind she ran away. The year was eighteen twenty four and London, at the time, was the center of the universe and so she had fled there in an attempt to find a new and prosperous life.”

  He moved up toward my head and traced a finger down my cheek.

  “Rather like you coming to New York. She had the looks to take her to the top, the beauty to ensure she would never have a hard life again.”

  Running his fingers through my hair, he sat down beside me and gently petted me. I could still smell the nicotine on him as it mixed with the wine and his cologne. It was strong and masculine and I ached to reach out and touch him but every movement of mine was thwarted, the ropes around my wrists not letting me move further than a couple of inches at a time. Meanwhile, the cold air was blowing over me, making the hairs on my body stand up to attention.

  “Young Beatrice,” he continued. “She had the world at her feet but it was not meant to be. If anything she was too beautiful and men found it too easy to fall in love with her.”

  His hand was on my thigh, sliding further and further up as he spoke.

  “Almost every man she entertained wanted to marry her. They gave her everything, made themselves destitute as they plied her with trinkets in an attempt to impress her, but she was impressed by no one. To her, the game was a business, a way for her to live a decadent life. She didn’t care that she was breaking hearts along the way.”

  His fingers reached the soft skin of my inner thigh and I shook slightly as it tickled, writhing as I both loved and hated the sensation. Then he was stroking my wetness, gliding his fingertips over my clitoris as he continued with his tale.

  “Do you know what happened to her? She made the wrong man fall in love with her. Warren McAllister was a weasel of a man and apart from his money Beatrice had no interest in him. So when he asked for her hand in marriage, she laughed and showed him the door. His response was to tell the authorities that she had stolen a gold pocket watch from him, an item that was of course discovered in her home because he had gifted it to her.”

  His fingers were inside me, massaging my g spot as I writhed against his hand. His thumb was poised on top my clitoris, rubbing it slowly.

  “At that time, rather like now, ladies of the night, harlots you could also call them, were given the harshest of punishments, something which seems so curiously cruel considering how much they were also admired. And Beatrice was given the harshest of them all; a life term in the colony of Australia. It’s laughable now, most Londoners are more than eager to run away to the land down under for some glorious sunshine, but back then it was a fate worse than execution. It would have felt as though you were being transported to the moon.”

  I was trying to listen to him but his words were fading in and out of my mind as he worked his magic between my legs.

  “I’m coming!” I interrupted him. “Oh… fuck..”

  Pulling against my restraints, I shuddered violently. The relief of orgasm was just about to engulf me. Then he pulled away.

  “You bastard!” I shouted.

  I was confronted with nothing but the darkness again. Somewhere in the room he was watching me, silently amused by my desperation to be satisfied. I heard nothing but somehow I could feel his eyes burning on my body, his gaze lingering over every individual goose bump. Eventually, I heard the sound of him sucking his fingers, a long breathy whisper coming out of him as he said:

  “You taste so good.”

  And he was back on the bed, his hands pulling at the cords around my ankles until at last, I was free. I waited for him to free my arms but he didn’t. Instead he pried my legs apart and kneeled in front of me. He kissed me once, so delicately on my lips. I let out a groan as I waited for more, but a single kiss was all I got.

  “So Beatrice,” he resumed his story. “Her fate was to be transported across the seas on a ship called the Clary Lune, a majestic thing with a one armed captain and surgeon called Warick.”

  I had never in my entire life wanted someone to shut up so much.

  “Stop,” I moaned.

  “What?” he asked.

  “Stop with your fucking story and fuck me,” I raged.

  I could feel him move beneath me, he was pulling his mouth away from my pussy and kneeling up. There was the sound of his zipper and the gliding noise of his boxer shorts as he pulled them down over his buttocks. He pressed the tip of his penis against me, ready to penetrate me at any moment. I throbbed against him, tried to push my hips up to force myself onto him, but he held me in place with a heavy hand on my stomach.

  “Warick, the surgeon…”

  “Oh my fucking God!”

  “He was in love with Beatrice from the moment he saw her but surprisingly, the feeling was mutual. She worshipped him and it wasn’t long until she had agreed to marry him as soon as the ship docked in Queensland. But she made a mistake. She fucked another man, a young cook named James who was little more than a boy. Word got out and the surgeon was humiliated, but despite the pleas of the crew mates to throw her overboard, he thought of another punishment. He’d let her live, he’d marry her even, but she was going to have to live with the consequences of what she had done.”

  There was a rustling beside my head. He was picking up the whip, toying with it in his hand.

  “What are you doing?” I panicked.

  “I’m punishing you,” he said. “Just like Beatrice, you’re going to get twenty lashes!”

  “No!”

  The leather ripped through the air and landed on my breasts, the sting almost unbearable in the cold air. I screamed, thrashed from side to side as I pulled at my restraints, but he didn’t stop.

  “Two, three, four, five,” he counted.

  The whip seared my skin and lashed at my nipples. I screamed so loud my voice was carried on
the breeze, echoing out on the balcony and across the rooftops.

  “Eleven, twelve, thirteen!”

  He was having fun now, his hardness balanced between my pussy lips as he waited for the perfect moment to enter me.

  “Eighteen, nineteen, twenty!”

  The whip hit the floor at the exact moment he thrust into me. My screams merged into one long howl as I came in seconds. He fucked me ferociously and I longed to see him but couldn’t wriggle free from the blindfold.

  “Oh God!” I cried, my legs shaking beneath his heavy body as his great weight bore down on me.

  Chapter Five

  The rope on my right arm snapped as I pulled it taught and at last, my hand was free. I ripped off the blindfold and immediately saw the fire in his eyes.

  "You're a bad girl," he said. "You shouldn't have done that."

  Gripping my wrist, he pushed my untethered arm into the bed while kissing my neck, my chest, my still pained nipples. I reached another orgasm, shaking uncontrollably as his girth entered me fast.

  "You like being held down like this?" he asked.

  I whimpered in response. With a devilish smile on his face, he held my jaw tight, his fingertips digging into my fragile flesh. Then he kissed me softly, so softly I could hardly feel it. His tongue grazed mine gently. He slowed his movement until he was pushing into me slowly, taking his time to feel every part of me with his throbbing cock.

  "You like that?"

  "Uhuh..."

  It was almost too much. My pussy was trembling from coming, overly sensitive as it pulsated.

  "Shhh..." he breathed in my ear.

  I closed my eyes and relaxed back as he let go of me, the marks from his fingertips still burning on my face. I could feel him lean over me, hear the sound of the other restraint being torn apart before fluttering to the ground. At last, I could hold him and coiled my limbs around his to bring him closer to me.

  We kissed sweetly as he fucked me slowly, our bodies in harmony as we rose and fall together. When I thought I was too exhausted to come again, he whispered in my ear:

  "Don't do it again. You're all mine, you always will be."

  And I was flush with pleasure as another orgasm ripped through me, my nails digging into his back as I thrashed against his muscular body.

  "Fuck... you look so beautiful when you come. Do you know that?"

  The sound of his voice in my ear made me wet again, made me want to be penetrated harder. Lifting my hips up to feel him deeper, I thrust myself onto him.

  "Baby... I won't be able to control myself if you do that," he said.

  Grabbing him by the hair, I pushed him with all my strength and rolled him onto his back. He stared up at me in shock, his hands on my breasts as he bit his lip.

  "You've got me where you want me," he said.

  As he opened his mouth to speak again, I clapped my hand over his face to silence him and leaned in close to his neck.

  "I hope you like being teased," I breathed.

  Stuffing my blindfold in his mouth, I yanked his hands up over his head. His eyes were dancing but there was something else too, fear? Reaching out for one of the restraints I hurried to tie it around his wrists, securing it to the bed frame so that he couldn't move. Not bad for a first timer, I thought. He was finally at my mercy.

  "How close are you to coming?" I asked as I rocked back on him.

  He made no sound, but his eyes were pleading with me, begging me to know.

  "How about I take my time?"

  I rode him slowly, taking the opportunity to feel every inch of him, savoring every part of his length. He groaned deeply as he moved his hips, his abs contracting as his body rippled. Then I had the wickedest idea. I climbed off him and walked away. He cried out in sheer desperation, pushing his cock toward me as he demanded it to be touched. But I was relishing the moment of being in control and walked down to the end of the bed to sit in his chair.

  Lighting a cigarette, I sat in a post orgasmic haze, breathing out smoke with my hand buried between my legs. I watched the spectacle of a world famous billionaire in front of me, tethered and vulnerable and entirely under my spell. He was choking and spluttering on the blindfold, trying to shake it from his mouth before eventually spitting it out, a long trail of saliva trailing from his lips as he glared at me.

  "What have you done?"

  His erection was still red and pulsing as it ached to be touched. Meanwhile, I sucked in my cigarette with two fingers inside me and my eyes on his.

  "You're torturing me," he said.

  I looked down at my breasts and saw the twenty red lines that were scattered across my pale skin. Now I could see they weren't that deep, they were little more than scratches. Running a finger over them, I felt their raised surfaces but noticed there was no blood.

  "Are you even listening to me?" he demanded to know.

  Walking over to him, the last inch of my cigarette in between my fingers, I ran a hand over his stomach and his body struggled and jerked as he twisted against the restraints.

  "How could a powerful man like you have let this happen?" I mocked.

  His face turned crimson. For the most fleeting of moments, I felt sorry for him but the feeling passed. I stubbed out the cigarette on his chest, the smell of his burning skin wafting up.

  "Argh, bitch!" he shouted.

  He was mad, raging mad and I got the impression that if I untied his arms he would kill me. Before his anger could rise, I jumped on him, lowering myself onto his cock before riding him faster and faster until there was no difference between his pain and pleasure.

  He clenched his teeth shut, ground his body into mine and arched his back.

  "Fuck!"

  He ejaculated into me, a torrent of succulent cum spraying out of me as he came.

  "Oh, God... Tammy, Tammy..."

  He rocked his head back and forth, unable to cope with the rush of feelings within him. At last, I untied the restraint and he wrapped his arms around me, rolling on top of me as he took control of my body once again.

  Chapter Six

  "You're a monster, a beautiful monster."

  “Monster?”

  I woke up to find him stroking the side of my face as the morning breeze drifted over the bed. I shivered and hurried to close the balcony doors, lingering for a second as my naked body faced the city skyline.

  “You tortured me last night, gave me the most exquisite hell but I've never slept so well in my life," he laughed.

  "Me neither," I smiled. "I wish I could stay in this bed forever."

  "Me too. Come back," he waved me over. "I miss you already."

  I dived beneath the covers and into his arms, kissing the small, circular burn on his chest.

  "That was an exceptionally cruel thing you did to me," he said. "It hurts like a bitch."

  "You deserved it," I replied. "After the twenty lashes you gave me."

  He rolled me onto my back and inspected my breasts, running his fingertips delicately over them as the felt each individual mark.

  "Did it hurt?" he asked.

  "Of course it freakin' hurt!" I laughed despite my anger. "But I liked it too and it wasn’t as bad as I thought. When I first saw the whip I thought it was going to be deadly, thought it would tear my skin apart."

  "What? This thing?"

  He leaned off the side of the bed and picked it up.

  "See? It's a nice, little thing really, as soft as a kitten."

  Seeing it close up for the first time, I took it in my hands and felt the supple leather.

  "Next time, you're getting this slapped on your ass."

  "It's a deal," he said, taking it off me with a wary look on his face. "But right now I just want to kiss you."

  Snuggling into his side, I wrapped my legs around his as I pushed my lips against his mouth.

  "I'm sorry," I said, remembering Aiden all over again.

  I could sense him tensing up beside me at the thought of him

  "I thought you didn't wan
t me anymore. He made me believe you had moved on."

  He was silent for a long time, his fingers stroking my back as he thought.

  "I'll see to him," he said at last with a vengeful tone to his voice. "He should have known better than to touch you."

  Feeling the marks across my chest, I became aroused once again at the memory and guided Trevor's hand between my legs to feel the wetness. He rubbed me gently as he kissed my cheek, my ear, my neck....

  "Don't do it again," he said.

  "I thought you didn't care about it. I thought you said it was the same as being hungry," I whispered as I closed my eyes.

  "Just don't do it again. It would break my heart."

  He rubbed a little harder and I slipped my hand around his penis, massaging the shaft softly as he began to let out a soft moan.

  "Baby, baby..."

  Parting my legs, I eased him inside me without my eyes ever leaving his.

  "Yeah, like that... like that Trevor, real slow."

  "Fuck... I could never get tired of your body. You're so beautiful, so perfect."

  He stroked my hair and kissed me as we came in unison, our bodies still aching from the night before. Then we were holding each other close, kissing delicately as we held hands. Somewhere in the distance Trevor's phone began to ring.

  "I'll need to get that. I'm supposed to be in the office."

  "Don't go," I begged.

  "I have to," he said. "But meet me here tomorrow. We'll do something special. I'll take you out."

  "Sounds perfect."

  He climbed out of bed and sauntered through to the bathroom as he answered his phone. The cigarette burn looked like a spot across his heart, I wondered if he'd be so angry if I did it again.

  ~

  I had a skip in my step as I walked down to my apartment. Looking at the time, I saw it was almost eleven o'clock. Karen would be freaking out already but I didn't care. I was going to spend the day pampering myself and getting ready for tonight.

  Pushing my keys into the lock, I thought I heard a sound. Voices? The television? No, it was Stephen, and someone else, a woman maybe. I hurried inside.

  "Sweetheart! Where have you been?"