The Billionaire Bachelor - Box Set: The Billionaire's Hunt - A Complete Ten Book Alpha Billionaire Romance Box Set

by Sarah J. Brooks

  That was the good thing about Samantha, though, she was always prepared. If Drake had insisted that it was a bad idea, Samantha would have balked for a minute or two but then she would have agreed to do whatever it was that Drake wanted to do with the day.

  “Well, I better get my hair and makeup done if I need to be camera ready today,” Cynthia teased.

  “Let me walk you up to your room,” Drake offered.

  The two walked past the crowd of girls in the living room and up the stairs toward Cynthia’s room. They didn’t talk at all as they strode down the hallway and stood in front of Cynthia’s room.

  “You know I overheard a couple of the girls talking about your news story, and they actually thought it was real. I could hardly keep a straight face when the story came on. Do you get lots of weird news stories like that?”

  “Not really, I think it was mainly because I was with Allison. She seems to have a lot of paparazzi following her.”

  “Well, if you want to invite your boyfriends to come to the movie premiere with us, I’m totally fine with it,” Cynthia joked.

  “I’ve got a better idea,” Drake said, starting to open Cynthia’s room door for them both.

  “Wait,” Cynthia said as she tried to stop him.

  But it was too late; Drake had already walked into her room and stopped dead in his tracks as he looked around in awe at everything that was going on in there.

  “I should probably explain,” Cynthia said. She was embarrassed but only because Drake seemed so shocked by what was happening.

  Drake grabbed her and pulled her all the way into the room and then shut the door behind them. He wasn’t shocked by the dominatrix equipment that Cynthia had around there, but he was interested to learn more about it all.

  “Tell me more about this,” he said as he pointed to the bed.

  Cynthia had some leather straps tied to the bed and ready to get to work with Drake later that day. She also had a riding crop, whip, and large feather near the bed. Next to the bed, she had some rope, a blindfold, and other random items. She wasn’t sure Drake was going to be interested in very much of what she had brought with her, but she wanted him to have the chance to at least experience what she found fun.

  “You want to know about the tie down straps?” Cynthia said as she walked over to the bed.

  “Yes, show me,” Drake said, jumping up onto the bed.

  “Well, first of all, I would have you naked if you were in my bed. But for right now, I’ll show you with your clothes on.”

  “Yes, I want you to tie me to your bed,” Drake said as he smiled up at Cynthia and moved to the middle of her bed.

  Slowly, Cynthia pulled Drake's left ankle toward the bedpost and wrapped the furry end of the strap to his ankle. She pulled the strap firmly as her hand slid up his leg and gently brushed against his bulging organ on her way to his arm.

  As she grabbed his left wrist, Cynthia pulled it out and tied another furry cuff around it and pulled the strap tight on him. She moved slowly and deliberately as she maintained eye contact with Drake the entire time.

  She could have walked around the bed to get to the other side and tie off his right wrist and ankle, but instead; Cynthia climbed over Drake and straddled him for a moment as she looked down at the smile on his face. He seemed to be enjoying the idea of having some S&M fun with her. That was exciting for sure.

  After climbing off of him, Cynthia reached up and wrapped the furry cuff around his right wrist and then the last one around his right ankle. She pulled the straps tight, but not too tight; it was Drake’s first time being tied up like that she didn’t want to scare him off.

  “Then what would happen,” Drake asked as he moved and pulled on the straps.

  “Then, I would most likely take my mouth and start kissing and licking around your body. I would tease you until you begged me to get on top of you and ride you.”

  “Get on top of me now,” Drake said, thrusting his pelvis into the air in the hopes that Cynthia would just ride his cock right then and there.

  “No.”

  “Why?”

  “Because in my bedroom, I’m in charge. I get to decide when and where things happen,” Cynthia said in a very authoritative voice.

  “Yes, ma’am,” Drake said sensually as he looked at Cynthia standing next to him. “Do you want me to call you anything specific?”

  “I like ma’am just fine.”

  “Ma’am, will you please ride my cock?” Drake said with a smirk on his face.

  Cynthia loved how cute he was all tied up, and if they didn’t have other plans, she would have certainly let things develop between the two of them much quicker. But for the time being, she needed to just let him wonder about what it would be like to have her dominating him. She wasn’t going to let him see it all right away. Drake needed just a small taste for now and later, after the movie, she would give him much more.

  “I’m actually going to go get ready for our date now,” Cynthia said as she leaned down and kissed Drake on the lips. “Be right back.”

  Cynthia moved into the bathroom and started to do her hair and makeup. She could hardly keep a straight face as she waited for Drake to ask her to come untie him. She had expected he would say something when she went off to the bathroom, but he stayed silent for a good five minutes before he finally said something.

  “Should I just wait here?” he teased. “Yeah, I’ll just wait here for you.”

  Cynthia was in the bathroom and almost doubled over with laughter as Drake talked basically to himself out in her room.

  “I’ll be done in a minute,” she said laughing.

  “No, it’s fine. I’m totally comfortable. I could stay here forever.”

  Then there was a knock at the door and Cynthia ran out of the bathroom, looking between the door and Drake, who was on her bed. She didn’t have time to untie him before she answered the door.

  “Hello,” she said as she peeked her head out of the door.

  “Here are your dresses,” Samantha said, standing outside Cynthia’s door with a clothing cart filled with sequined gowns.

  “Okay, great, you can leave them there. I’ll grab them in a minute,” Cynthia said as she held onto the door without allowing Samantha into the room.

  “I’ll just bring them in and set them up for you,” Samantha said as she pushed past Cynthia.

  As soon as she made it into the room, Samantha broke out into laughter when she saw that Drake was tied up to Cynthia’s bed. She was happy that he, at least, had clothes on.

  “That’s one way to keep him in one spot. Maybe I should get some of those for his desk at work,” Samantha added.

  She quickly pulled the cart over toward the open area by the window and then left the room. Drake couldn’t even bring himself to give a comeback, and instead, just closed his eyes and tried to ignore Samantha. He knew for sure that he wouldn’t hear the end of that moment for a very long time. It was highly likely that Samantha had filed that moment away in her memory and would bring it out again anytime she wanted Drake to stay in his office and work.

  Chapter 3

  “Should I untie you so you can go get ready?” Cynthia asked.

  “I’m fine right here. Why don’t you get ready first?” Drake asked as he looked at Cynthia and then the gowns she had next to her. “I’ll help you pick one.”

  Cynthia almost took him up on the idea, but she didn’t want Drake to see the undergarments she was going to have to put on to keep her voluptuous curves in check as she wore one of the evening gowns that Samantha had brought in. No, it would be better to keep that part of the outfit a secret for the time being.

  “I’m going to untie you,” Cynthia said as she started to unbuckle each of his fuzzy cuffs. “But we will try this again later, without clothes.”

  “I’d really like to try it with you,” Drake said as he was finally released from the cuffs.

  “Oh, no. I’m the dominatrix, I get to be in charge.”

 
; Drake wasn’t going to argue with Cynthia right then, but he knew that by the end of the night, he was going to convince her to let him tie her to the bed. If she was always the dominatrix, then she never got to experience that feeling of having someone else control her. Drake thought it was only fair that she got to undergo what she liked putting her men through.

  “Alright darling, I’m going to get dressed. I’ll see you in a few minutes,” Drake said.

  Before he left the room, though, he grabbed Cynthia and pulled her tight against him. He held onto her and showed her how in control he was of the moment. He was totally willing to let her be in control later that night, but for that moment, Drake had all the control.

  He pressed his hard cock up against her to show just how excited he had gotten by her little game of tying him up. It certainly was a turn on for him and something he couldn’t wait to explore more in-depth that evening.

  His lips pressed firmly against Cynthia’s, and he felt her pull away from him at first. It was clear that she wasn’t used to having a man take control like Drake was doing. But he didn’t let go of her. Instead, he pressed harder into her and held onto her tighter. She was a delicate woman, and she wasn’t as tough as she pretended to be; Drake could tell that right away when he kissed her. He had to wonder if she had become a dominatrix to feel some sense of control over the men in her life. Perhaps she didn’t feel safe with them and controlling them gave her that safety.

  Whatever her reasons were, Drake knew that it was something that turned Cynthia on, and he was excited to give it a try. But he was also excited to let her try letting him be in control. It was only fair.

  ***

  There was something about getting dressed up that Cynthia dreaded. It was probably her body and how no dresses ever fit her. But there was another dread that Cynthia had, getting her picture taken with Drake. She felt like people would be asking why Drake was with a woman like her.

  Up until she met Drake, Cynthia hadn’t really felt like she had any self-esteem issues, but when put into a house with six amazingly beautiful and thin women, Cynthia had started to second guess herself. She wondered what exactly Robert and Samantha had seen in her to pick her to date Drake.

  She grit her teeth as she pulled the first dress on. It was highly unlikely that Samantha had grabbed very many dresses that would fit Cynthia. She was more than familiar with people thinking they knew her size but then being well off the mark.

  To her surprise, though, the first dress pulled up over her curves perfectly, and Cynthia admired it in the mirror. It was a lovely shade of blue and certainly flattered every curve she had. Cynthia was about to stop trying on dresses right then and there but decided she wanted to see if any of the other dresses fit her.

  Dress after dress Cynthia tried on, and they all fit her just right. She was amazed at Samantha’s skills and how she had been able to find such a wide variety of dresses that actually fit her.

  She slid into the black gown, and just after she had zipped it up, there was a knock on the door.

  “How is everything going?” Samantha asked.

  Cynthia threw the door opened and gave Samantha a huge hug. It wasn’t every day that Cynthia felt beautiful when she tried on clothing, and Samantha had just made the moment absolutely perfect for Cynthia.

  “Thank you, all the dresses were so beautiful. I picked this one. What do you think?”

  “That is one stunning gown, Cynthia; I bet it will knock Drake’s socks right off.”

  “Damn, is that knockout my date or a celebrity?” Drake said as he walked in.

  “You look pretty good yourself,” Samantha added.

  “Can I take a picture of you two?” Samantha asked as she pushed Drake over next to Cynthia. “I might just leak this to a few tabloids so they have a good picture of the true people you like to date.”

  “No, please don’t leak anything. We are going to the premiere, there will be plenty of press. I don’t want to seem desperate or like we are purposely trying to hide something.”

  Samantha didn’t like it when Drake took a backseat to publicity. She liked to get out ahead of everything and make sure it was all taken care of. But she could tell by the look in Drake’s eyes that he wasn’t at all interested in negotiating or discussing what was going on. Drake always got that look when it was time for Samantha to just go along with whatever he said.

  “Well, you two better get going. I have a limo downstairs waiting for you.”

  “A limo?” Drake asked, looking annoyed with Samantha. “Was that really necessary? You know how much I hate those things.”

  “Yes, you are supposed to take a limo when you show up for movie premieres, that is the way this celebrity thing works. I know you don’t like to be a celebrity, but for tonight, will you please just play along?’

  Drake held his arm out for Cynthia to grab a hold as he looked deeply into her eyes. Cynthia looked really nervous, and Drake made a mental note to discuss that with her after they got into the limo. He had been to a few of the movie premieres, and there really wasn’t anything to worry about. They were actually a lot of fun.

  “Our chariot awaits,” Drake said dramatically, leading Cynthia down the stairs.

  The rest of the women were all in the living room and had already been looking out the window at the limousine that had arrived. They didn’t say a thing as the two descended the stairs, but they seemed a little shocked at how beautiful Cynthia looked and how handsome Drake was in his black suit. The women also looked extremely jealous that they weren’t the ones that got to go with Drake to a movie premiere and get their photos taken on the red carpet with him.

  “Wow, Cynthia, you look amazing,” Scarlett said as she broke the silence and tension in the room.

  A few of the other women followed with similar comments, but only after realizing how rude they had been not to make a comment in the first place.

  It hadn’t surprised Drake at all that Scarlett was the one who spoke up and offered an uplifting comment to Cynthia. Scarlett seemed to be the kind of woman who wasn’t threatened by other women and instead really enjoyed uplifting her peers. That was one of the things that Drake liked about Scarlett already.

  “I’m so nervous,” Cynthia said as they made it outside and into the limo.

  “Lots of deep breaths and remember, they want to hear from you. If you are asked a question, feel free to respond. It will make the media feel much more human to you.”

  “Oh, there is no way I’m talking to these people. Remember I run an investment firm. I like numbers more than people.”

  “Don’t worry. I’ll be right there with you. I’ll make sure absolutely nothing goes wrong. We are going to have a fabulous time.” Drake flipped his wrist and then fixed his hair excessively.

  “You are funny. I wouldn’t do that overly flamboyant wrist flipping at the event,” Cynthia laughed.

  “I can’t stop thinking about your bed,” Drake said, letting his hand wander over to Cynthia’s leg. “It was a huge turn on. Maybe we should just blow this movie thing and go back to your room.”

  As much as Cynthia would rather go back to her room with Drake, she also knew how important it was to Samantha and Robert that they showed up at the movie. Plus, it wasn’t every day that Cynthia got the opportunity to go to a movie premiere. Her life in investments was very dry and boring, it certainly didn’t include any nights out with cameras or celebrities.

  “I think we should stick to the plan. But you should continue to think about my bed all night long,” Cynthia said as she leaned in and kissed Drake.

  Her hand found its way onto the bulging cock in Drake’s pants, and it took all the willpower Cynthia had not to unzip him and let her hand wrap around the smooth skin of his body. Drake turned her on more than any man she had been with. The way he held himself, his funny personality, even how he was with his assistant; it was all part of the man that she couldn’t stop thinking about.

  “You should keep your hands to your
self unless you’re willing to go for a ride before we get to this event,” Drake said as he placed his hand over Cynthia’s and pressed firmly so she could feel just how hard he was.

  “Oh, I love public displays of affection,” Cynthia teased.

  They were in traffic by that point and only minutes away from the theater. The lineup of limousines was long, but within twenty minutes or so they would arrive at the red carpet. Drake didn’t hesitate for even a moment after hearing Cynthia’s offer. He quickly pressed the privacy window up between them and the driver, and in one quick motion, he pressed Cynthia’s dress up and pulled her over onto his lap.

  “Okay then,” Drake said, pulling her lips down to kiss his.

  Cynthia wasn’t bluffing at all either. She quickly let her hands go to work unzipping Drake from the confines of his pants and pulling him out.

  “I think you are much naughtier than I first imagined,” Cynthia said as she slid her body down over his cock. “You do know we are almost at the theater right?”

  Drake didn’t answer her. Instead, he grabbed her ass and pulled her hips as close to him as possible. She let out a moan of delight as his body thrust into her and he used his hands on her hips to maneuver her to thrust against his body. Harder and firmer he thrust as Cynthia let out a loud moan.

  “Shhh,” Drake said with a smile, reveling in the orgasm he was delivering to Cynthia.

  He didn’t slow down at all as she moaned, instead he thrust harder and pulled her body harder against his. Drake felt his body build up to a release, and he quickly pulled her down tight on top of him as he let go. Cynthia felt his release and it triggered her body to give in as well, and she tightened around him with pleasure.

  “Holy fuck,” Cynthia said as she wrapped her arms tight around Drake’s neck and shook with pleasure. “How the hell am I supposed to be able to walk down a red carpet now?”

  Drake just smiled as the two of them got cleaned up and they pulled up to the red carpet. There wasn’t a minute to spare before the staff at the movie premiere was opening their door and a hand reached in to offer assistance to Cynthia as she climbed out of the vehicle.