MyAlphaBillionaire New Adult Erotic RomanceARe

by Tawny Taylor

  Now, my eyes were watering, I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t say my safe word if I needed to. This was getting more intense than I’d expected. I tried to say his name, but all that came out were muffled, garbled sounds and drool.

  What was he doing?

  I felt my arms and legs trembling as I waited. I sucked in air through my nose and tried to tell myself this was all part of the game. He was just playing. I’d known Shane Trant for many years, since I was a child. He was a good friend of my mother’s. He wouldn’t hurt me. At least, not badly.

  I didn’t quite convince myself, though. Not one hundred percent.

  Without saying a word, he walked around the foot of the bed. I clenched my buttocks, expecting him to spank me again. The sharp pain would come any time now. He was waiting, letting the anticipation build. I knew it.

  No slap.

  He smoothed his flattened hands over my ass. “Your ass pinks up so pretty when I spank it.” His voice had lost a bit of that edge. Even with the gag, I breathed a little easier. He hooked his fingers, gently raking his fingernails over my skin, and a little wave of pleasure washed through me.

  “Since you made me come so quickly, minx, it means I’ll need a little time to get things going again. You don’t want me to need to do that. I get into trouble when I have free time on my hands.”

  The way he said that made me quiver. It wasn’t a threat, although it could be, if taken at face value. No, it was a promise. I heard the slough of fabric. He was undressing. My insides pulsed. My flesh warmed. I imagined him standing behind me, nude, his skin gleaming, a sheen of sweat making every line cutting between his muscles distinct. He pulled my ass cheeks apart, wide apart. “Mmmm.” I felt a soft touch, damp, at the base of my spine. Instantly, my back was covered in goose bumps.

  I wanted him inside me now, plunging deep, taking me hard. But I knew he would torment me after what I’d done. There was no way he’d be so kind. He would show no mercy.

  My spine arched as his tongue flicked over the ticklish skin just above my crack. I’d never had anyone lick me there. I didn’t realize how much it tickled. I squirmed, but he held me in place, a hand pushing hard just above where he was licking.

  “You want me,” he murmured. “You want me to take you already. I can smell your need.” He inhaled deeply. “Such a greedy girl.” He used both hands again, pulling my cheeks apart. “I told you, I can’t. Not yet. It’s your fault.” His tongue delved deeper. Little damp touches down, down, toward my tight virginal hole. My anus. My body tensed. Surely he wouldn’t lick me there. His tongue danced along my crack, continuing closer, closer to my puckered opening. Heat pulsed through my body, and my muscles clenched. My fingers curled into fists. My stomach tightened. My spine. My thighs trembled.

  The first little touch to my anus made me jerk. I’d felt it coming and yet I hadn’t been ready. I was shocked. I was slightly mortified. But I was also burning with need.

  He did it again, and again, and with every little poke and touch, my need grew. Now, I didn’t just want him inside of me, stroking away the ache that was pounding through my body, but I needed him. I pulled my legs wider apart. Take me, my body was saying. Take me now.

  “Do you know what you taste like?” he asked.

  I shook my head.

  “You taste like the sweetest nectar on earth.” He crawled over me. I felt his heat radiating over my back. Oh, how good it felt. I wanted to rise up, to press myself against him. But I couldn’t. The bindings at my wrists were too short to allow me to move my arms at all. He unfastened the gag and tossed it aside, grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled, forcing me to arch my neck and look up toward the ceiling. He angled over me and kissed me, shoving his tongue into my mouth and filling it with my flavor.

  He was right. Nectar. Sweet and musty. Unlike anything I’d ever tasted. Definitely better than that horrid ball. His tongue caressed mine, spreading that decadent taste all over. Grateful, I stroked his tongue with mine.

  When he ended the kiss, I whimpered but didn’t speak.

  “You learned your lesson, didn’t you, minx?”

  I nodded.

  He pushed a finger into my mouth, and I pulled it deeper, sucking it eagerly. “Good. I like to have easy access to your pretty mouth. You use it so well.” His finger came out with a little pop. It gleamed, dampened by my saliva.

  He released my hair, pushing my head down so it was flat on the bed, turned to the side. “Yes, you use that mouth so well.” He licked my neck, and once again I was covered with goose bumps.

  Hot and cold, I shivered, shoulders and arms tense. Shane was a masterful torturer. Absolutely masterful. I bit my lip as another little whimper slipped from my mouth.

  “Soon, minx. I’m getting there,” he whispered, his lips brushing ever so softly over my spine as he nipped and licked his way down my body. With growing impatience, I endured his torment. His lips, teeth and tongue made my nerves tingle. He worked lower, down to my bottom. This time, he pushed a finger between my cheeks, circled my anus with the tip. “You haven’t taken a man here.”

  I shook my head.

  “You will. Soon.” His finger pressed harder at my entrance, and I tensed. “Relax.” He didn’t ease up. Instead, he increased the pressure until my muscles couldn’t resist anymore. In, his finger slid, the shallow intrusion making me gasp and my back arch. “How pretty you are.” His finger shoved deeper inside.

  The sensation was strange, but at the same time pleasure was pounding through me, making me dizzy.

  He pulled his finger out only to add a second finger. The tight ring of muscles clamped around his invading digits and I jerked my hips up into the air. “Easy, minx. I’m just getting you ready.”

  Ready for what, I wondered. For him?

  He stretched my entry, plunging those fingers in and out, widening them to make my opening bigger. It hurt, yes. But the pain only amplified my need until I was burning all over, shaking.

  I couldn’t take another second of this torment.

  “Please,” I begged.

  “Please, what?” he demanded as he shoved those fingers deeper inside. They seemed to rub against the part of me burning the hottest for him and I cried out, unable to stop myself.

  “Please, sir. Have mercy.”

  “Mercy. Hmm.” Those magic fingers slipped out.

  I sagged with relief, legs feeling boneless, whole body feeling boneless. Fighting to catch my breath, I listened to him as he returned once again to the nightstand. The drawer opened with a soft rumble. It closed with a sharper thump. The crinkle of plastic followed. A condom. Yes! At last I would have relief.

  Anticipation dancing up and down my spine, I arched my back, knowing he liked the sight of my bottom thrust up in the air. I opened my legs wider, knees resting on the carpeted floor.

  “Look at you. You’re ready for me, aren’t you, minx?”

  I nodded.

  With a lubed finger, he teased my clit, drawing light circles over it again and again.

  Oh, what ecstasy and agony, both. Pulses of erotic heat were blasting through my body, and I was losing control. I shook and cried and begged. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he leaned low over me and whispered, “Now, I’m ready.” The swollen head of his member eased between my ass cheeks, finding the entrance he’d stretched with his fingers. I tried to lift my hips higher, to move so he’d find my other entry, but he grabbed my hips, holding them in place. “No, minx. I’ll take you how I want to.” And to prove he meant to do exactly as he said, he thrust his hips forward, shoving against my virginal entry.

  The skin burned. Sharp pain razored through me as the tight muscles strained against his invasion. He wasn’t going to fit. There was no way.

  I cried out, afraid and in pain, but he didn’t withdraw. No, he curled his fingers over my shoulder and pulled me back as he continued to try to force himself inside.

  “No, please,” I begged. “You’re too big.”

  “You’re
pleading, but you’re not saying the word.” He reached around with his other hand and tormented my clit. Erotic heat blended with the burning pain, swirling through me and making me dizzy. “Say the word, Bristol. Say it and I’ll stop.”

  I knew what word he meant. I wanted to say it. I did. But for some reason, it wouldn’t come out.

  “Please,” I whispered, “It hurts.”

  “Open to me. I demand it now.” The heat in his voice couldn’t be mistaken. It sent a shudder of pleasure down my spine.

  I concentrated on relaxing the muscles clenched so tightly and he slipped in. I cried out as he breached my entrance. Then I cried out again when he drove deep, to the hilt, burying himself in my body.

  The finger that had been circling over my clit pushed past my swollen lips, found my other entrance and slid inside. Now I was even fuller. And I felt like I might die. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. The pain was not excruciating, but the pleasure was. I didn’t know I could be so full. I didn’t know I could feel so possessed.

  He bent over me, his heat radiating over my back. Another sensation to blend with all the others that were nearly overwhelming me. He moved slowly at first, withdrawing both his thick rod and finger before driving them deep inside again. But as my body gradually adjusted to his possession, his movements became faster, rougher. It didn’t take long, a handful of deep thrusts, before I was screaming. My orgasm crashed over me like a wild thrashing river. The sensations were so intense I wondered if I might have a stroke. I heard myself screaming but couldn’t seem to stop. Before my orgasm had eased at all, I felt him widen. He was about to come.

  He bit my shoulder as he found release. The sharp pain was too much for me to bear. I was thrown into a second orgasm. My body spasmed around his invading finger and member, milking them. He thrust hard, fast, his movements jerky until the last drip of semen had been expelled. Then he licked my shoulder where he’d bit me, soothing the pain.

  I relished the moment, as his touches went from hard possession to gentle and soothing. The difference was so stark it almost confused me.

  When he pulled out, I missed him. I missed the sensation of fullness. I missed his heat and weight resting on top of me. I missed the smell of his skin, his sweet breath.

  Still breathing a little heavily, he unfastened the cuffs and lay next to me. He pulled me to him, my body curving along his side.

  I rested for a moment before cracking open my eyelids to sneak a peek. He was so beautiful. Feeling shy, I lightly traced a line cutting across his abdominals.

  He blinked open his eyes, smiled. My breath caught in my throat.

  How rarely I saw that smile. It was directed at me.

  Was it silly to wonder if he smiled that way for anyone else?

  Even more, was it foolish to wonder if he would always smile like that for me? Only for me?

  Chapter 3

  Twenty minutes later we were back on the deck, watching the boat drift closer to a dock jutting out from land. A building sat up on a hill, not far from the white sand beach stretching out from the shore. The building was white stucco and glimmering glass. There were lush plants and brilliantly hued flowers all around it. Breathtaking.

  I stood at Shane’s side, holding the railing as the boat bobbed gently in the water. I inhaled deeply, pulling in the sweet and salty scent of the ocean and tropical plants. The sun was warming my skin. It was a glorious feeling, being in such a beautiful place. But it paled in comparison to the feeling of being with Shane, of having his arm brush against mine. Of having the taste of his kisses linger on my lips.

  “What do you think?” he asked.

  “It’s too beautiful for words. Do you come here often?”

  “As often as I can.”

  I inhaled deeply, trying to taste the sea air and memorize its scent. “I can’t imagine living that way, being able to just jump in a plane and wing off to paradise whenever you want.”

  “You should imagine it.”

  Swiveling, I looked at him. “What do you mean by that?”

  “I learned something a long time ago.” He was facing the water, sunlight glistening in his silky hair, the sea breeze playing havoc with the curls. “If I was going to be successful, in life, in business, I had to first know what I wanted. And then I had to have the courage to take it.”

  “Take?” I echoed as I inched closer, leaning so my arm didn’t just occasionally brush against his, it was pressed against it. Was it weird that I wanted to be so near him all the time? That I craved a touch, any touch, constantly? That I held onto his every word?

  “Yes, take,” he enunciated. “You have to believe you deserve what you want, that it’s yours. That’s the most important part of it all. If you don’t believe you deserve it, if you wait for someone to hand what you want to you, then you’ll be waiting your whole life for things to happen, and they won’t.”

  It was an interesting philosophy. I wasn’t sure I agreed with him. “I think I understand.”

  Turning, he faced me. His gaze locked to mine. “What do you want, Bristol?”

  “I want…” I couldn’t answer that question, outside of saying I wanted him to make love to me again. To hold me for hours. To kiss me until I melted. I realized right then and there that I had gone my whole life without knowing what I wanted in life, not professionally, not personally. Not long term. I lived day to day, looking no further ahead than tomorrow. “I guess I don’t know.”

  “You don’t know what you want. That’s what you need to figure out. Then you need to tell yourself you not only deserve to have it, but you are going to have it.”

  “Sounds like something I’d hear on an infomercial.”

  He chuckled. “I can’t argue with that. But it does work.” He smoothed his hands down my arms. “I’ve known you since you were a child. Your mother and I were good friends. And now, since we’ve had some time to spend together, I’ve come to care even more about you. I want the best for you, Bristol. I want you to have everything you’ve ever dreamed of. It’s up to you to figure out what those dreams are.”

  He cared about me. He cared. “I…I care about you, too.”

  The boat bumped the dock, and I wobbled a bit. Thankfully, Shane was still holding me. He steadied me then motioned for me to step off the boat first. My shoes thunk-thunked on the wooden dock as we walked up toward the house.

  The sun was bright, the water lapping softly at the dock’s supports beneath me. Sea birds squawked. The sky was clear, a blue shade I’d never seen. I dragged in a deep breath as I reached the bottom of a stone staircase that curved up the hill. Shane climbed the stairs at my side, our steps in perfect timing. At the top, I was standing on a stone patio. The water of the swimming pool reflected the brilliant tropical sun and the deep blue of the sky.

  A splash startled me. I followed the sound with my eyes, discovering a man with deeply suntanned skin emerging from the water. He shook his dark-haired head, sending crystalline droplets of water into the air. Then he looked our way, lifted a hand. Shane returned the gesture.

  I didn’t.

  “This way. I’ll show you to your room.” Placing a hand on the small of my back, Shane steered me through an open, wide doorway. The stone tile from outside, smooth and marble-like, continued inside. We walked through a large living space that included a seating area with a huge television, an open kitchen, and a spacious dining area. As I’d come to expect, the furnishings were all sleek and chic and expensive looking. We headed down a short hallway that branched off the right side of the space. Shane stopped at the first door. “This is your room.” He opened it for me and escorted me inside.

  Two words. Insanely gorgeous.

  One wall was all windows. Unimpeded ocean views. Opposite that wall sat the bed. It was dressed in crisp white. When I woke tomorrow morning, the ocean would be the first thing I’d see. Unreal.

  God, I could get used to this.

  Maybe Shane was onto something with that positive thinking stuff.
Maybe I’d been living life too safely? Maybe I needed to let myself dream?

  Shane motioned to a set of frosted glass doors. “Your luggage has already been delivered. You’ll find your clothes in here.” He walked toward another door, not far from the closet. “You have your own bathroom here.”

  “Thanks.” I didn’t know what else to say. If someone had told me a month ago that I would be traveling to paradise with Shane Trant, that I’d be his lover and his submissive, I would’ve laughed in their face. “Thank you for bringing me here. It’s spectacular.”

  “You’re welcome. I work hard. So when I need to get away, I come here. Phone reception isn’t great. There’s no internet access. I can’t work.” He grinned, and my heart did a triple flip. He was just too freaking gorgeous to be real.

  “That’s one way to make sure you don’t work, huh?” I said.

  “Exactly.” He grabbed my waist and stared into my eyes. “Damn, I want you again, already.”

  A little sizzle of erotic heat buzzed up my body. I moistened my lips, hoping for a kiss.

  I wasn’t disappointed. His lips met mine, and within seconds, I was being kissed to oblivion. While his lips, teeth and tongue did things that should be illegal, he half walked, half carried me across the room. The back of my legs hit something soft--the bed?--and I fell backwards, landing on a cloud of white cotton. Arms around Shane’s neck, I pulled until he was angled over me, arms extended to support his weight.

  His lips caressed mine. His tongue explored my mouth, filling it with his decadent flavor. He reached down with one hand, teased my nipple through my bra. Growing hotter and more desperate with every second that passed, I arched my back, pushing my flesh into his hand.

  Yes, we’d just had sex. But I wanted him too. I wanted him inside me again, filling me, making me beg for release.

  “Please, sir,” I murmured as he broke the kiss to nip at my earlobe.

  His tongue dipped into my ear and the entire left side of my body tingled. Goose bumps prickled. Heat crashed through my body.