Power Play - A MFMMM Reverse Harem Billionaire Romance (You Can't Resist a Bad Boy Book 6)

by Layla Valentine

  “And how do you want me to kiss you?” I asked. I brushed my lips to the corner of her mouth. “Soft and sweet, maybe?”

  Gabi shook her head. “Like… Like you’re…” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Like you’re fucking me.”

  I sucked at her neck a moment until she started to moan and go limp in my arms, rewarding her for her honesty.

  “Very good,” I told her. Then I kissed her, just as she’d requested. I wrapped my free arm around her, keeping her pulled flush against me, and then used the hand tangled in her hair to keep her still while I slid my tongue in and out of her mouth.

  Gabi moaned against my lips. She tasted like coffee and felt wonderfully fragile in my arms. I was going to have so much fun taking her apart.

  “Now what do you want?” I asked. I let my hands roam over her body, feeling her skin and the silk. “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you to take me to my bedroom,” she admitted. I could see her blush and rewarded her with another kiss.

  “I think I can manage that.” I pulled back and grabbed the back of her legs.

  Gabi gave out a little shriek of surprise as I lifted her up into my arms, her legs wrapping around me automatically.

  “Lead on,” I said, grinning up at her.

  She drew in a shaky breath and then directed me to her bedroom. I carried her in, kicking the door closed behind me with my foot. I laid her down at the foot of her bed and kissed her again, just for the fun of it. She was so wonderfully responsive and pliant, her hands sliding underneath my shirt to map out my chest and back. I kept kissing her, slowly pressing more of my body down on top of her until I was resting almost all of my weight on her, my body cradled between her legs.

  “We talked about doing a lot of things last night,” I pointed out, pulling away. “Do you want me to make good on those promises?”

  Gabi looked a little dazed. “Remind me what those promises were, sir?”

  I slid my hands up her thighs to spread her legs farther apart and ground down against her. Gabi arched up, gasping. “Tying you up, for starters,” I said.

  Her hips jerked in response and I chuckled.

  “You like that idea, don’t you?”

  She nodded, looking a little embarrassed. I rubbed soothing circles into her thighs with my thumbs.

  “No reason to be embarrassed. You know what you like. And I’m going to give it to you. All you have to do is be a good girl for me. You want to do that, don’t you? You want to obey me?”

  Gabi nodded. “Yes, sir,” she whispered.

  “Then wait right here.”

  I stood up and hurried back to the living room. I grabbed my briefcase, but I also did a quick look around. I saw a pile of cookbooks on the kitchen counter. There were various newspapers on the coffee table, and I could see that pages had lines highlighted in different colors. So, she was someone who liked to cook and paid careful attention to the news of the world. Neither of those necessarily told me who she was or what her profession was…

  Then I saw the notebook by the newspapers. I picked it up real quick. On it was written various notes about Santa Barbara high society—who was seen with whom, what they were wearing—boring gossip stuff. Paired with the newspapers, though, it started to create a picture for me. Was Gabi some kind of reporter?

  She wasn’t a model; that much was clear. There were no pictures of her anywhere, no magazines, nothing about fashion. I’d been inside the house of plenty of models and actresses and none of them were anything like this house. There were none of the usual signs.

  I grabbed my briefcase and headed back into the bedroom. Time to find out what she was really up to.

  Gabi was sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs spread, her cheeks still flushed. I smiled at her reassuringly as I set my briefcase down and opened it.

  “I’ll need you to be specific with me,” I told her. “So I don’t do anything you don’t want me to do. But I thought… We could start with tying you up?”

  Gabi nodded.

  “Say it out loud,” I told her, starting to pull out a length of dark, thick ribbon. It was similar in material to the silk of her nightgown. I loved how it felt against my skin, and I knew that Gabi would appreciate it as well—and I had a feeling it would look beautiful against her caramel skin.

  “Yes, I want you to,” she responded.

  I nodded at her. “Good.”

  Fuck, did I like hearing a woman tell me what she wanted.

  “Scoot up the bed,” I told her, my voice low and rough.

  Gabi did as she was told, biting her lip and looking up at me. “I’ve never done this before,” she admitted, and then laughed. “In case you couldn’t tell.”

  I crawled over her and took her wrists in my hands, pushing them up and setting them down so that they were against her headboard. “Don’t worry about that. Just follow my lead and let me know if you like or don’t like something.”

  Gabi nodded. Knowing how she liked praise, I murmured, “Good girl,” against her mouth before kissing her again.

  I let almost all of my weight fall onto her, pinning her down. She squirmed happily under my touch, arching beautifully when I sucked at the line of her jaw and took her wrists in my hand, pinning them down over her head.

  “Yes,” she gasped, hips grinding against mine. I growled, heat spiking through me at the friction. I held her down a little more with my hips and kissed her again, until she was beautifully pliant and gasping.

  “Let’s get this off of you,” I said, sliding my hands up her legs and grabbing the hem of her nightgown.

  Gabi shivered and nodded. I helped slide the nightgown up and over her head. She was all smooth skin underneath, naked and laid bare just for me. I growled into her mouth a little and she shuddered beautifully. I was going to have so much fun with her.

  I took the ribbon and used it to tie her hands to the headboard. I’d done this enough times that I didn’t even need to look at the ribbon to do it properly. It also helped that I wasn’t trying to tie a knot that needed to, say, bear weight. If one of Gabi’s hands came free, it wasn’t the end of the world.

  Once she was properly tied, I slid my hands back down her body. “Very good, sweetheart,” I said encouragingly. I gently pushed her legs open. “Stay just like that.”

  Gabi’s breathing became more labored, heavy with anticipation. I pulled out some rope this time, comfortable but still sturdy, to secure her legs. “Rather inconvenient of you not to have bedposts,” I remarked, keeping my tone nonchalant. “We’ll have to use a spreader bar then.”

  “A spreader bar?”

  “It’ll keep you nice and open for me,” I promised her. “I can slide right between you so easily, touch you anywhere I like.”

  Gabi squirmed, and I could see how dark her eyes were, her face flushed with arousal. “I like you being in control,” she admitted.

  I pulled out the bar and kissed her ankle, spreading her legs a little farther apart. I almost had her where I wanted her. I carefully placed the bar between her knees, using the rope to secure it. I could smell the thick, musky scent of her arousal and saw how wet she was getting. I’d barely even touched her and I had to adjust myself, trying to get my breathing under control. It was going to be so much fun to get the information out of her—and I’d reward her well for it.

  “How’s that feel?” I asked.

  She let out a little moan. “Like I’m at your mercy,” she admitted. She licked her lips. “I… I like it.”

  I slid my hand up her leg. Gabi trembled beautifully. Her hips tilted up, seeking friction. Seeking my hand.

  “Let’s play a game,” I suggested. “You can only come when I say you can.”

  Gabi swallowed hard. “Okay.”

  “And in the meantime, I’ll ask you some questions.” I reached into my bag. “Remember, you can only come when I say you can. If you come before that, I’ll leave you like this.”

  In response, she let out another little moan.r />
  I grinned. “Oh, you like that idea? Do you like the idea of me leaving you here, all pretty and tied up for me?”

  She flushed. “Yes,” she admitted.

  “But you want to come, don’t you?”

  She nodded. “Yes, sir.”

  “Good girl, remembering.” For that, I rewarded her with a deep, lingering kiss.

  Gabi sighed and relaxed into it, letting me slide my tongue in and out. My dick throbbed. I wanted to be inside of her so badly.

  But first I needed information.

  “Those are the rules,” I told her, stroking her sides with light, teasing touches. “I ask you questions, and you answer honestly. If you’re a good girl for me, I’ll let you come. But only when I say you can. Understand?”

  Gabi nodded. “I understand, sir.”

  “If at any time you want to stop, let me know.” There were some women I played with who would put up mock protests—they’d beg for no and to please stop when they didn’t really mean it. For them, we had safe words, words that told me when they genuinely needed me to let up. I didn’t think I would need that with Gabi. “I’m going to assume that if you say no or stop, you really mean it. All right?”

  She nodded. “If I say no or stop then I mean it,” she confirmed.

  “Very good.” I pulled the supplies out of my bag and set it aside. “Let’s get started.”

  I didn’t want to rush into things, so I started by kissing her. I ran my hands up and down her body, teasing, but also reassuring. Once she was relaxed and pliant underneath me, I started to brush my thumbs against her nipples. I rolled my hips down into hers, still wearing my jeans.

  The friction made her gasp. Her legs instinctively drew in to wrap around me and she let out a delicious moan when she couldn’t. I kept grinding down between her legs while I played with her breasts, until she was making these perfect gasping sounds of desperation.

  “I bet you want me to put my hands between your legs, don’t you?” I asked, taking her earlobe in my teeth and tugging slightly.

  “Yes,” Gabi said. She cried out as I increased the pace of my hips. “Oh, God, yes, please!”

  “Maybe I will,” I said. “Maybe I’ll slide my hand down, get my fingers inside of you like you want. Rub you till you scream. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

  “Yes, sir, yes, I’d like that,” Gabi moaned.

  I had to swallow hard and remind myself why I was there. It was easy to forget that I had a mission when this gorgeous woman was writhing underneath me. I wanted to just slide inside of her and fuck her until she couldn’t move.

  But first, I had to find out what she was up to.

  “Why don’t you tell me your real name?” I whispered. I kissed the soft skin just behind her ear. “Then I’ll consider it. Tell me your real name and I’ll fuck you on my fingers like you want.”

  “My name is Gabi,” she answered. She sounded a little surprised by the question.

  I clucked my tongue at her. “Now, now, I said we’re answering questions honestly here.”

  “That wasn’t a question,” Gabi replied. Her tone managed to be sly even as she gasped when I took one of her breasts in my mouth.

  I swirled my tongue around her nipple, then scraped my teeth over it. She seemed quite sensitive there, because I felt a fresh gush of wetness between her legs start to stain my jeans. I shuddered. She smelled so good. She was so wet. It would take nothing for me to just…but no. I had a mission.

  Pulling away, I grabbed one of my favorite toys. “True. Gabi, what is your real name?”

  “It’s Gabi,” Gabi replied. “And that’s the truth. Now please… Please, I want something inside of me.”

  “My fingers?”

  “Your fingers, your cock, anything, please,” Gabi moaned.

  I couldn’t have asked for a better opportunity. I coated the toy in some lube and positioned it at her entrance. It was a vibrator, by no means on the large side, but designed to press up against a woman’s clit from the inside.

  “Relax,” I told her. It took a moment with how turned on she was, but then I saw her visibly loosen up. “That’s it. Very good.”

  I slid the vibrator inside. Gabi squirmed deliciously. “Is that…?”

  “Yes.” I flicked it onto its lowest setting using the remote control.

  Gabi yelped, then moaned. Her hips twisted as she tried to find friction. Between her legs tied to the bar and her hands tied to the bed post, she couldn’t do anything. She could only take it. “Oh, oh, Jason…”

  “Does it feel good?” I asked.

  “Yes!” She gave a little scream as I upped the vibrations a level. “Oh my God, please, I need more, please!”

  “Not until you’ve earned it,” I said. “You were honest just now when I asked you if it felt good. Let’s see if you can be honest some more.”

  I held up the jar of wax so that she could see it. “Remember we talked about this?”

  Gabi nodded.

  “Do you still want to do it?” I asked. “It’s okay to say no. I have plenty of other things we can do.”

  “I want to do it,” Gabi replied.

  “That was honest,” I said. “Very good.”

  I upped the vibrations a little more and then sucked on one of her breasts again as a reward. I could feel Gabi’s body shaking with the vibrations and her own screams of pleasure. I liked that she didn’t hold any of it in. I loved it when women were vocal.

  I toyed with the vibrator while the wax heated up. I had to get a special kind that had a low heating point and would melt evenly so that it would produce a warm sensation without burning the skin. The wait was more than worth it, however. As I raised and lowered the intensity of the vibrations, Gabi writhed and bucked her hips, desperate for more.

  “What were you doing on the boat last night?” I asked.

  “I was there for the party,” Gabi replied. She yelped as I pulled her hair to tilt her face up. “God, yes,” she whispered, her eyelids fluttering.

  I tugged a little more and she gasped, shuddering. I sucked a little bruise into her collarbone, Gabi begging me the entire time for more and harder.

  Her being there for the party was probably honest enough. Whatever her intentions were, it was enough of a gray-area question that she could answer it honestly. Fair enough. I’d just get more specific.

  I moved down between her legs and groaned at the scent of her. I darted my tongue out and licked at her a few times. Gabi twitched and gasped. I grew more insistent, swirling my tongue around her clit and then dragging it up through her folds, around the vibrator. She half-sobbed a moan.

  “How’d you hear about the party?” I asked. I pulled back and checked the wax. It was perfect.

  “Through a friend,” Gabi said. I splashed a little bit of wax onto the sole of her foot. She cried out, then melted into a moan.

  “I thought I said to be honest with me,” I reminded her. I peeled the wax off her sole.

  “I’m being honest, I swear, I swear,” Gabi pleaded. “Please do that again, please Jason, please—”

  I dripped some wax onto the sole of her other foot and she gave a full-bodied shudder, keening. “I don’t think you’re telling me everything, Gabi. I think you’re holding something back.”

  “I’m not, I promise,” she begged.

  “You sure about that?” I asked. I started to slowly and methodically drip wax up the inside of her legs. Little dots of dark red wax creating a trail up her skin. Gabi began to scream with pleasure, jerking with each new drip.

  “I’m sure, I’m sure, oh God, please, I need, it’s not enough, I need—”

  “You need me to let you come?” I said.

  She nodded frantically. “Yes, yes, please.”

  “Not yet,” I told her firmly. “What are you holding back? How’d you get onto the boat?”

  I splashed some wax onto her hipbone. Gabi moaned, her entire body going taut and her eyelids fluttering. “With the other—the other gir
ls.”

  God, she was so hot like this. She was also a little liar.

  I leaned up and kissed her, dripping wax onto her stomach. Gabi sobbed into my mouth. Between my mouth, the wax, and the vibrator, she must have been close to overstimulated. When I pulled away and started licking my way down her neck, she was trembling all over.

  “What was your intention in going to the party?” I asked. I slowly spread wax over her breasts, circling her nipple. When I ran out of wax I pinched it lightly.

  Gabi’s face was screwed up, overwhelmed and clearly struggling not to come. “To—I wanted to have sex, like everyone else. You’re all so hot, God, Jason, you’re so hot, who would say no?”

  She was almost at the point of no return and yet she still wasn’t answering me honestly. I sighed and set the wax aside.

  “You’re still lying to me,” I told her, quickly peeling the wax off of her body and setting it aside to be thrown away later. “What am I going to do with you, Miss Gabi?”

  I leaned in, grabbing her hair again and tugging it until her mouth was right up against mine. She whined, high in the back of her throat. “Am I going to have to spank you?” I asked.

  I was partially joking, but Gabi’s eyes went wide and her mouth fell open a little. Now it was my turn to shudder. This little deviant… “You like that idea, don’t you?”

  Gabi swallowed. “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  I nodded. “Then ask me.”

  She inhaled rapidly. “I… I want you to…”

  I upped the vibrator to a level four. Gabi screamed, the words flying out of her. “Yes, spank me, please, sir!”

  I didn’t even say anything. My pants felt painfully tight and I was breathing hard. Hearing her scream and beg like that was like having my birthday and Christmas rolled into one. I brought my hand up and lightly smacked her ass.

  It made the vibrator inside of her jump a little and Gabi moaned. “Harder,” she gasped. “I can take it, I promise, please…”

  I spanked her again, harder, grinning when she let out a little scream. Then I grabbed the remote and dialed the vibrator all the way up.

  Gabi’s entire body seized up and her eyes all but rolled back into her head. I spanked her a few more times. Each time she screamed, her hips twisting wildly.