MyAlphaBillionaire New Adult Erotic RomanceARe

by Tawny Taylor

  “O-okay.”

  Once he had the first ankle buckled in, he fastened the other one.

  Now I was powerless to move.

  “Comfortable?” he asked. “Does anything hurt?”

  “No, nothing hurts.”

  “Good.” He gave me an up and down perusal before stepping up to me. “You look so sweet, Bristol.” His voice was husky, and dark carnal hunger shone in his eyes. That alone, coupled with the nervous energy charging through my system was making me clench, making my burning tissues throb.

  “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.” His fingertip traced a line down the center of my chest, between my breasts, down to my belly button. “Mmmm.”

  Mmmm indeed.

  My stomach tightened as little jolts of heat sizzled under his fingertip. I’d never felt this way with a man before, as if any touch, even the smallest, sent a current of electricity charging through me.

  The second he pulled his hand away, I was whimpering, my body craving his next touch. When would it come? How long would I have to wait?

  “Impatient?” he asked.

  I nodded.

  “I need to go gather a few things. In the meantime, you’ll just have to wait.” He licked his lips and another rush of anticipation pulsed to my center.

  God, did he know how to play me. His every look, every gesture, every touch made me hotter, tighter, more desperate.

  As I waited, I let my arms relax, the cuffs holding their weight. I wondered how long it would take for them to get prickly and lose their sensation. Thankfully, I didn’t have to find out. Shane was back within moments, his hands full of all kinds of packages. He set everything but one item down then stepped up to me and dangled that something in front of me.

  A black blindfold.

  “You think too much. I want you to feel.” His breath warmed my lips as he tied the blindfold in place. “There. Better.”

  Better, no. Now I couldn’t see what he was going to do. That made me feel even more vulnerable and jumpy.

  What would he do next?

  Where would he touch me?

  I waited, practically panting, for an eternity. I heard the crinkle of plastic and cardboard. He was unwrapping something.

  I sensed he was coming closer. An almost imperceptible heat radiated over my chest. Then, a touch. My nipple. I jumped. A finger flicked over the sensitive peak, making it tingle and harden, making me breathe faster and faster.

  “Your nipples are so sweet, Bristol.”

  Sweet. I’d never thought of them as that before.

  Suddenly there was a sharp pain. My right nipple. A pinching that brought tears to my eyes. I wriggled, fighting against the cuffs holding my arms.

  “Shhh,” Shane soothed.

  The pinching stopped and glorious pleasure followed as he laved my nipple with his wet, soft tongue.

  “Ahhh…” I said as I arched my back, pushing my breasts out.

  I felt like I was sinking into a cloud of bliss. Warmth surrounded me, cushioning my body as waves of pleasure washed over me in ripples. It was as if I were lying on a beach, the warm waves surging and receding, again and again. But just as I was about to sink into oblivion, another sharp pain yanked me out of it. This time it was my other nipple. I screeched, jerking away from the source. I couldn’t escape. The pinching didn’t end.

  “Oh God,” I said as I struggled to catch my breath. The pain was cutting through my chest, like little prickling barbs. It wasn’t unbearable but it was enough to make me whimper, my eyes and nose burn.

  “Hold on, baby,” Shane said. The pinching continued. “Breathe through it. Breathe.” I heard him breathing and tried to match my breath with his. In. Out. In. Out. The pain was easing a little.

  And then it was gone, and my body softened. I felt every muscle relax, legs, arms, stomach. “Ohhh,” I moaned. Following that moment of relaxation came a rush of energy and I felt like I was soaring up, up, up to the stars. Shane suckled on my stinging nipple, drawing it into his mouth, and a spark ignited deep inside me. The heat pulsed out in big waves, each one getting stronger and stronger.

  “How’s this feel?” he asked, flicking his tongue over my nipple.

  “Incredible.”

  “Good.” He raked his fingernails down my stomach, over my mound then cupped my sex. “How’s this feel?”

  “Ohhh,” was all I could manage. When one of his fingers probed my folds, I widened my stance, spreading my legs for him. Take me. Take me now, I wanted to tell him. But I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move.

  Something large, something hard pushed at my opening, and I shook as I relaxed my inner muscles. Every so slowly it filled me, stretched me until my tissues burned and my insides pulsed. The pleasure was almost unbearable. My insides were clenching that thick rod inside, and each time the muscles tightened another intense rush of sensation ripped through me. I was on the verge of climax, burning from the roots of my hair to the soles of my feet.

  “Hmmm…” Shane said. “We’re going to have to do something about this impatience of yours.”

  “Please, not now.” I tensed, expecting him to pull the toy out, to strip me of the pleasure that was right there, within my grasp.

  A second hard thing pushed at my other opening, and I clenched once again, fighting the intimate invasion. But that only amplified the sensation deep inside, as my muscles rippled around the toy inside my vagina.

  “Open. Trust me.”

  I dragged in a deep breath and relaxed my anus and in the second toy slid. It surged farther, stroking so deeply I couldn’t hold back another second. The orgasm was like a wild river. It picked me up and threw me around, battering my body with relentless force. I surrendered, relaxing into the violence, becoming fully engulfed. It was a climax like none I’d ever experienced, so forceful I wondered if I might collapse.

  If the rest of our relationship proved to be as violently beautiful, I was in trouble.

  “That’s all for you tonight,” Shane murmured in my ear. “Time for sleep.”

  Chapter 4

  The next morning, Shane pulled his zoomy car up to my condo, put it into park and kissed me goodbye. The kiss was a rushed, a tiny bit empty and disappointing after the explosive night we shared. But I didn’t let my disappointment or confusion show. I beamed at him and let myself out. And, as he rocketed away, I practically danced up the front walk.

  As I was letting myself into my condo, I checked my messages on my cell phone. Two from Jill. Both late last night. The second said I needed to call her the minute I got the message, no matter what time it was.

  So, I called her.

  And I woke her up.

  “Hello?” her heavy, sleep-filled voice cracked.

  “It’s me. What’s the big emergency?” I asked as I locked myself in my house.

  “You’ll never guess who I ran into yesterday.”

  “Dave.”

  “Nope.”

  “Bill.”

  “Nope.”

  “Jason.”

  “Nope. Give up?”

  “Yes.” I kicked off my shoes.

  “Drake.”

  “Drake Who?”

  “Drake Who. Very funny. Your Drake, of course. Drake Cornett. I saw him at the bookstore. He was in the coffee shop reading a book about divorce. Divorce!”

  A strange emotion buzzed through me. I decided I didn’t want to look too closely at it. “Interesting.”

  “Interesting? Interesting? Hello! Am I talking to the same girl who’d prayed for months that he wouldn’t go through with his wedding?”

  “Yes, that was me. Was.” I strolled into my kitchen and poked my head into the refrigerator.

  “And didn’t you say that if you ever heard that he was single again that you wouldn’t hesitate to get in touch with him?”

  My stomach rumbled. Shane had offered me some breakfast but I’d passed. I’d been too excited and nervous to eat. I wasn’t too excited or nervous to eat now. “I suppos
e I might’ve said that.”

  “So…?”

  “You don’t know if he’s single. Do you?” I grabbed a bag of bagels and shut the door.

  “Well…actually…”

  “Did you speak with him?”

  “I did.”

  Tucking the phone between my ear and shoulder, I shoved my hand into the bag and grabbed a bagel. “Tell me you didn’t outright ask him!”

  “Of course not,” she scoffed. “I couldn’t be so rude. No, I checked his ring finger. No ring.”

  “That doesn’t mean anything.” I snatched a knife from the block and cut the bagel in half.

  “Maybe not by itself, but paired with him reading a book about divorce, I think it’s a pretty blatant sign that his marriage is either over or about to be over.”

  Despite having spent last night screaming in pleasure in Shane’s pleasure palace, I found my heart getting a little pitter-pattery over this news.

  That scared me.

  Once again, my timing with Drake was off. Way off.

  A couple of years after he broke up with me, he appeared on my front porch and told me he was ready to settle down. I was seeing someone else at the time.

  Then, I broke up with that guy and went back to Drake. He was engaged to someone else.

  Why did it seem fate was messing with us? Here we were once again.

  Shane and I were still very new. And we hadn’t defined exactly what our relationship was. I wasn’t the type to juggle two men at once. Especially if I was sleeping with one. I shoved the bagel into the toaster slots and hit the button.

  “I think you should get in touch with him. He still works at MultiTech.”

  “That’s nice. But I don’t think it’s such a good idea to hunt him down right now.” I went back to the refrigerator and dug around on the shelves for the cream cheese. I found it in the back.

  “Why? Because of Mr. Whips and Chains?” Her voice was dripping with sarcasm.

  “Him and the fact that there’s a lot we don’t know about Drake’s situation.”

  “Bullshit. Drake was the best guy you’ve ever met. Hands down. He puts Whips and Chains to shame, girl.”

  “But he might not be in the position to get involved right now. Even if his divorce is in the works, he might not be emotionally ready to get involved.”

  “I mentioned your name. He seemed very excited to hear about you.”

  The room was filling with the smell of toasted garlic. Salivating, I pulled a plate out of the cupboard. Then I opened the cream cheese container. Empty. “I’m not going to chase him down. No.”

  “I suggested you two should get together and have coffee, and he said he’d love it.”

  “Stop it.”

  “I don’t like Shane.” I could hear her sneer.

  “You don’t have to. I do.” I returned to the refrigerator, digging around for more cream cheese. The toaster popped.

  “He’s going to hurt you.”

  “That’s for me to decide.”

  Silence. “Drake won’t ever talk about sharing you with his friends.”

  “Stop it.” I threw the empty container into the garbage. “I said, I’m happy with Shane. Discussion over.”

  “Fine.” More silence. “You know, I’m just trying to help.”

  “I know. Thanks. Now, I need to jump in the shower and get going. I’ll talk to you later.”

  “What’s on the agenda today?”

  Scowling, I stared at the dry bagel in the toaster. “I need to get some groceries. Then, I’m not sure.”

  “Want some company?”

  “Sure.”

  “See you in a few.”

  “Bye.” I tossed my phone onto the counter and tried to eat my cream-cheese-less bagel. After a few bites, I gave up and scampered into the shower. I steamed and loofah-ed and shaved and soaped myself to silky smooth cleanliness. Then, wearing one towel around my body, another on my head, I went into the kitchen to get the coffeemaker going. I was slurping my first mouthful when a knock at the door signaled Jill’s arrival. I let her in, and she went right to the coffeepot, chattering on and on about how great Drake looked and how happy he seemed to be when they talked about me.

  Sitting at the kitchen table, I made a zipping motion across my lips. “I don’t want to talk about Drake anymore.”

  “What would it hurt to have coffee?” Jill asked as she grabbed a cup with one hand, the pot with the other.

  “What would be the point?” I countered.

  She filled her cup and set down the pot. “Catching up with an old friend?”

  Standing next to her, my butt leaned against the counter, I asked over the rim of my cup, “Again, what would be the point? I’m...seeing someone.”

  “But haven’t you been asking yourself what if?”

  “Not recently, no.”

  “Ah, so Mr. Whips and Chains has made you forget all about him.” Jill sighed and rolled her eyes. “Come on, Bristol. You and I both know this thing with Shane isn’t forever. You’re having your fun. He’s having his. Sooner or later you’ll get tired of being tied up and spanked, and he’ll move on to the next sexy bimbo with great latex.”

  I felt my nose wrinkling. “You’re so calloused.”

  “I’m being realistic.”

  “I believe there’s more between Shane and me than whips and safewords. And I want to give whatever that is a fair chance. I can’t do that if I’m seeing other men.”

  “I think you’re making a mistake.”

  “It’s my life. My mistake.”

  “Fair enough.”

  “Now, can we move on? I’d like to get my shopping done early. Then, maybe we can do something fun. We haven’t gone biking in a while. It’s free. I’m broke.”

  Jill grimaced. “No leads on a job yet?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Wow. I wish I could help.”

  “No worries. I’ll find something.”

  I was a damn good liar. Damn good.

  * * * * *

  That night, Jill and I hobbled into the new restaurant on Ford Avenue, Delo’s. Thanks to our afternoon activities, which included a three hour bike excursion, our legs were as limp as overcooked pasta. As we entered, we found out Delo’s was a nice restaurant, the kind of place people like Shane would dine at. Not an underpaid secretary on a counting-every-penny tight budget.

  “I’m thinking we should go somewhere else,” I whispered as the hostess, dressed in a black skirt and jacket and white shirt, eyeballed us.

  “No, we’re staying.”

  “But—“

  “My treat.”

  “But—“

  “No arguments,” Jill snapped.

  “But—“

  “Shhh!” She shushed me, grinning. “How many times have you bought me dinner?”

  “A few,” I answered. That was a lie. We both knew it. But I didn’t like to rub things in people’s faces, especially Jill’s. She was my best friend, and I was hers. She’d hit a rough patch a while back when she was in law school. I was glad to be able to help her through it. If the tables had been turned (hopefully that wouldn’t be happening now) I knew she would’ve done the same for me.

  “It’s my turn to pay you back,” Jill whispered as she gave me a don’t-argue-with-me squint.

  The hostess stepped up, and, walking a little shakily, we followed her. My gaze meandered through the restaurant’s chic interior. The tables were widely spaced apart, covered with crisp white tablecloths. The chairs, also white, had very high backs that provided a small measure of privacy for diners. But as we moved through the space to our table, I could still see many men, all decked in full business dress, including ties, and women in dresses.

  The hostess stopped at a table near the back of the open space. “Is this okay?” she asked.

  “It’s fine,” Jill said as she grabbed the back of one of the chairs. “Thank you.”

  “Your server will be with you shortly.” The hostess scurried back to her
station while Jill and I took our seats.

  I scanned the area. “No menus.”

  “The server will probably bring them. Or he might have to recite the menu. I had lunch at a place this week that had no printed menu. The wait staff had to recite it for every customer.”

  I leaned toward her and whispered, “No menu means no prices.”

  “Don’t worry about it.” Looking a little too casual, considering where we were, Jill sipped from her stemmed water glass.

  I angled even closer. “Do you know something I don’t? Did you win the lottery?”

  “Um, well.” Jill’s lips twisted. “I did get a bit of a raise.”

  “You did?”

  “Yeah. Actually, I got a big raise. And a promotion.” Grinning like a total goon, my bestie held up her glass. “You’re now looking at the new partner at Schwartz and Eddings, soon to be Schwartz, Eddings and Staton.”

  “Congratulations!” I lifted my glass, and we clinked them. “To my bestie and her new position.”

  “And to new opportunities for you,” Jill offered.

  “Does that mean you have a lead on a new job for me?”

  “No. I asked.” Jill’s smile faded. “They’ve already hired my new assistant. Sorry.” She pulled a full pouty frown. “You know I would’ve given you a good word if they hadn’t.”

  “No biggie. Like I said, I’ll find something.”

  Jack, our tuxedo-shirted waiter hustled over, beamed and introduced himself before giving an Oscar worthy presentation of each menu option. I was tempted to applaud when he was finished.

  “Wow,” I said, “that was some performance.”

  His beam brightened. “Thank you. Theater major.”

  “I would never have guessed.” I looked to Jill, figuring I’d let her order first and then get the same thing.

  “I’ll take the beef medallions,” Jill said.

  Jack nodded, looked to me.

  “I’ll go with the same.”

  “Would you like a wine list?” he asked.

  “We’ll take a couple of glasses of your house red,” Jill said.

  “Very good.”

  And off he went.

  Jill grinned. “I just ordered a meal without knowing the price, and I don’t care.”