ROMANCE: BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE: Tempted Pleasure (Bad boy Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (New Adult and College Contemporary Romance)

by Jane Price

  “So, if watching other people scene isn’t your kink, what is?” Evan asked.

  She took a sip of her drink, taking a moment to think. “I’m not sure I have one.”

  “Bullshit.” Evan said, shaking his head at her and flashing his easy smile. “Everyone has a kink.”

  “Maybe within your circles.” She said, “But not mine.”

  “Or maybe you just haven’t explored all the possibilities.” I said.

  Madeleine turned her eyes to me, the playful smile slipped from her lips. She licked them, no doubt realizing that maybe this wasn’t the place to be joking about kink. That maybe she wasn’t as safe with us as she had thought. She was probably right.

  “Maybe so.” She said, sipping at her drink again.

  “Well there’s no time like the present to find out, and that’s one challenge I just can’t turn down.” Evan said, sitting back in his own chair and stretching his long legs ahead of him.

  “Let’s see, we’ve already determined that you’re not a voyeur, and if I had to guess you’re probably not much of an exhibitionist.”

  She wrinkled her nose, “No, I can’t see myself being into that one.”

  “Good girl. Me either. Ever do any role play? Bondage? Been spanked?” Evan rattled them off and I watched her for a reaction, good or bad.

  “No, I can’t say that I’ve done any of those.” She shook her head as she spoke, sending her golden hair dancing along her shoulders. “I don’t seem very exciting, do I?”

  “There’s a difference between having done something and wanting to do it.” I said, needing to know where she stood before we went any further. “Given the opportunity would you want to?”

  The pause.

  That single detail, the hesitation before her answer, was all I needed to know. I didn’t have to even wait for the words.

  “Finish your drink, Madeleine. I’m not sure what your friend has shown you is doing this place justice.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “It means, gorgeous, that we’re going to show you around this treasure trove of excitement.” Evan said, leaning into her. “And maybe by the time we’re done you’ll have discovered something that you do like.”

  “Like a tour?” She asked.

  “Right.” He smiled. “Like a tour.”

  She took one last sip and set the glass down on her table. She looked from him to me and nodded her head once.

  “Okay. Lead the way.”

  Evan stood and offered her his arm. I followed behind them, happy to let Evan lead us in a slow circle of the room, pointing out the shows on display. The raised platforms throughout the room each showed an illuminated scene, each one a mild version of what someone could expect when they ventured further into the club.

  I watched her eyes move slowly over the scenes, watched Evan lean in close to her ear as he talked. I watched her wet her lips with her tongue and shutter against his touch.

  Once we had wound our way to the other side of the room Evan paused.

  “So far so good? See anything you like?” He asked.

  Madeleine shrugged. “It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s more like I don’t understand.” She said, licking those cherry lips again.

  “What don’t you understand, gorgeous?”

  “Well, take that woman over there.” She said nodding towards a petite woman with a blunt haircut. She was naked save for the long tail she wore and matching ears on her head. “I can appreciate that everyone views sexuality differently, but I just can’t see the turn on of being on display like that.

  Or her.” She said, indicating a woman on display in the center of the room. The rings hanging from her leather corset were looped into the straps coming up from her platform, shackling her in place and limiting her movements while she danced to the slow beat of the music.

  “There’s something very liberating about standing in a room full of your peers, doing something that makes you feel good, something that not everyone in your life might understand, and not being judged in any way. Some people get off on the freedom of it. And there’s a whole lot more people who get off doing the same thing just not so publicly, being on display for their chosen partner only.”

  She turned her aqua eyes up to him. “Like you?”

  Evan smiled, letting that hang between us unanswered. He took her arm again and moved towards the hallways taking us deeper into the club.

  “Now I know you weren’t too interested in seeing what this hallway had to offer,” He said, pointing to the public viewing rooms, “but perhaps you would be willing to give it a try now?”

  Madeleine looked from Evan to me with an interest that wasn’t there before, then gave a nod. We made our way down the hallway, stopping to watch each scene for a short time before moving on. We offered a few comments or explanations, but mostly let her set the pace and take it all in.

  Near the end of the hallway we came to stand before a window showing us a scene with a woman bonded, her master flogging her. It was an intense scene and Madeleine turned away and back towards us.

  “What about this? How can you tell me there’s pleasure in this?” She spoke softly but her mistrust was clear. That would never do.

  I gently turned her back around, wanting her to look again. My body caged her in from behind and I leaned over her shoulder, whispering against her ear.

  “Look at that woman, Madeleine. She is at her most vulnerable right now, completely at her master’s mercy. Yet does she look afraid?” Madeleine shook her head. “That’s right. She has given her complete trust to him. Can you imagine such a freedom?

  To know with such certainty that someone knows your limits and will respect them. Not many people can say they trust their partner that much, but she can. That is a bond that has been built over a long period of time. No one jumps in to that with both feet.”

  “How does one jump in?” Her voice was breathy, almost inaudible. But I heard it, and I felt her shoulders easing back, brushing against my chest.

  “It’s very subtle really.” I said against the shell of her ear, while my hand settled on her waist. “A small command, a gentle tug, a light spank. Small tokens of trust.”

  She had moved back into me further, her body was warm against mine. I could see her chest rising and falling now. Those all-important details. Evan met my eyes from beside us, a silent acknowledgement passing. An agreement.

  He took her hands, drawing her away from the scene. “There’s really only one area of the club we haven’t been to, but we’ll only go there if you say so.”

  “What’s that?”

  “The private rooms.” She let go a shaky breath, but let him go on. “If you truly want to experience what it’s like to let go and to trust that’s the place to do it.”

  I stepped away from her, my body cooling from the missing warmth her body provided, moving so I could see her face. “But we won’t force you. It has to be something you consent to on your own.”

  Madeleine drew in a breath and I found myself holding mine as well. She looked back to the couple in the room, eyes rapt. Just when I was sure she going to back out she squared her shoulders and turned back to us.

  “Okay.” She said.

  Evan smiled and offered her his arm again, leading her back toward the main room while I went ahead to make the arrangements. The echo of her heels behind me on the polished floor hurried my movements. I was suddenly grateful that it had been a slow night because in a matter of minutes we found ourselves behind the heavy maroon colored door and in the quiet of the private room.

  With the door closed and the lights dim I could feel her thinking again. If there was a time to back out it was now, faced with the reality of what was to come. The room itself wasn’t intimidating, deep purples balanced with white, a crystal chandelier hanging above the bed. Anything more adventurous was tastefully inconspicuous. But still I felt her thinking.

  I walked around her, looking at her. Her eyes flicked up to mine, wanting
to trust me, my intentions. Damn it if that look didn’t kick me in the gut. I could tell this wasn’t something she usually did, that much was painfully obvious, but I never expected her to look at me so openly.

  I ran my hands up her bare arms to rest them on her shoulders wanting to take some of the nerves away.

  “I don’t know how to do this.” She whispered.

  “Your job is to relax. Our job is to do the rest.” Evan said from behind her, his hands poised at his sides until she gave a stiff nod. Once he saw her consent he skimmed his hands over the soft fabric at her waist and up her back, easing the tension in her muscles.

  I tried to do the same, but she hadn’t taken her eyes off of mine, hadn’t broken the connection that she seemed to be holding onto. But when Evan’s fingers reached her shoulders, expertly smoothing the muscles there, her eyes drifted closed, a soft sigh escaping.

  I forced myself to move then, to look away from her face. My hands moved to the hem of her dress, fingertips brushing the bare skin of her thighs before lifting it up her body and over her head.

  Her eyes popped open and focussed on me once again. There was a flicker of uncertainty there before it mellowed into that soft trusting gaze of earlier. That small detail was powerful and I used it to propel myself forward, her lips no longer able to be avoided. I wanted to give her something for showing me her vulnerability, for trusting me with it.

  I ran the pad of my thumb over them, the top first then the bottom, before touching my lips to hers. I wanted to devour them, to nibble and nip, but she was not one to rush. And I would have regretted it if I had rushed this. She responded to my kiss, but when she tried to raise her hands to me she found them shackled in mine. I smiled against her lips.

  “No thinking. Let us take care of you.” I said.

  Evan’s hands wrapped around her bare midsection, fingers still caressing. They moved their way down her body until they were hooked into the scrap of lace she wore. He moved them down her legs and with a light pop to her thigh he instructed her to step out of them. After placing a kiss to the back of each leg he stood up and unfastened her bra. It too fell away and he kissed a trail up her spine.

  The feel of her under my hands was heavenly. From the creamy smoothness of her skin to her decadent breasts I took my time savouring the feel of her. Her scent wrapped around me, sweet like the rest of her.

  I stepped away, letting Evan take my place, letting him take a taste from her lips, her neck. Moving to the built in chest of drawers I pulled open the first drawer knowing exactly what I needed for her. Removing the length of cream colored silk I silently closed the drawer and went back to them.

  Madeleine eyes were closed again, lips parted as Evan’s fingers plucked at a pink nipple and his mouth pulled at the skin at the base of her neck. Sensing me beside him, Evan captured her hands in his.

  “Alex is going to tie your hands so you can’t move them. If you’re not good with that let us know, okay?”

  She turned her eyes to the length of silk in my hands. I held it out to her and Evan released a hand. She touched the cool fabric before looking up at me.

  “It won’t hurt, but it will take away your control. To some that’s a good thing, to others maybe not. If you let us do it and decide it’s not for you we’ll stop. You never have to do anything you don’t want to.”

  She licked her lips, a small detail but a nervous habit I was beginning to learn. She placed her wrist back in Evan’s hand. “Okay.”

  Her agreement meant more to me than she realized. I hadn’t known her long enough to test the waters and bondage was, admittedly, skipping ahead a step or two. But this was just as much about finding a match for us as it was her finding a match in us. Her trust and her compliance in the face of something this new wasn’t something to ignore. It was something I wanted to reward.

  I carefully weaved the length from behind her neck to the front of her body, intersecting it so it crossed over her breast bone, using the curves of her body as my guide. Passing it under her breasts to her back, I then used the end of each side to wrap around her wrists, giving her a small range of motion out from her sides. I moved back to admire her, the cream silk contrasted against her tanned skin, her breasts framed.

  “Is it too tight?” I asked her.

  “No.” She whispered.

  “Do you like it?”

  Her eyes never left mine and she must have seen the same fire that I saw in hers because she gave an imperceptible nod of her head before her eyes fluttered down, inspecting my work. That little detail went a long way. The fact that I could hear her suck in a breath at the sight of the silk crossing her body helped too.

  “You’re beautiful.” Evan said, moving past me. His easy smile had vanished and he was looking at Madeleine with hunger. “Do you feel it now? The thrill of being displayed, coveted?”

  He ducked his head and took a long, slow lick across her nipple, drawing it into his mouth. Madeleine’s hands shot up from beside her, taking up the couple inches of slack I had given her. I tisked her and came to her side.

  “Easy, gorgeous. Turn off that part of your brain that wants to over think this and give yourself over to the moment.”

  I guided her back to the bed and eased her onto it. I kneeled beside her in the middle of the bed near her head while Evan stayed near the foot, reaching his long body over hers to tease her other nipple. I swallowed her surprised gasp, covering her mouth with my own.

  He moved down her body, running his hands down and over her hips until his fingers were smoothing over her clit, followed by his mouth. His tongue dipped into her, tasting the wetness there and swirling it over the tight bud. Her arms twitched at her sides as Evan’s mouth closed over her sex. It was perfection watching his tongue lap at her while her lips hungrily kissed mine.

  He was deliberately slow, teasing her with his mouth, with his fingers. Her body was shaking with the inability to do anything but take the pleasure he was giving. Her fingers curled into fists as she chased it, and if I knew Evan he wasn’t giving her quite enough to follow through. His patience could be maddening.

  I moved back from her until her seeking lips were too far away to make contact. As much as I wanted to keep tasting her I wanted her sole focus to be on how Evan was making her feel. Her eyes pleaded with mine but her mews of pleasure were the only sounds she made.

  With one last lick along her slit he eased his fingers from her, retreating to her thighs. Madeleine turned to watch him. Evan positioned himself over her, his length in hand, tracing her slit. While her head was turned away from me I moved in again to nuzzle her ear.

  “I want to hear you. I want to know what sounds you make when Evan makes you come. And after he’s done I’m going to fuck you so I can hear you all over again.”

  Her eyes widened a fraction. A primal lust gleamed in them accompanying a low moan that slipped past her lips. We both watched as Evan pushed into her with one strong thrust, her hips rising to meet him. He was no longer slow and patient, he was haste and energy above her and she met his every movement.

  In the low light her body shone with perspiration. She was perfection. I couldn’t keep my distance, couldn’t keep my hands off of her skin, sliding my hand down her body, fingers finding her clit as Evan fucked her. I moved in tandem with him, even when he gripped her legs, lifting her as he drove deeper. Her soft sweet sounds deepened until they were filling the room.

  One look at Evan and I could tell that he was struggling to maintain his control. His brow was creased, his arms rigid. I leaned across Madeleine’s body, taking Evan’s mouth in a rough kiss, my free hand gripping the back of his neck. When we parted he looked to me, a look I knew from him well, a silent pleading to let him come. I raised an eyebrow at him, surprised that he was the first to break. It was an interesting detail.

  I turned back to Madeleine and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Let me hear you come, gorgeous.”

  Her lips sought out mine once again and within a few breaths
she cried out against my mouth as her orgasm tore through her. I could see the grip Evan had on her thighs tightened and his pace become ragged as he too let go a shout of release.

  He stayed above her until his breathing evened out and his cock lay drained at her entrance. With one more kiss pressed to her stomach, Evan rolled off over her coming to rest on the bed beside her.

  I looked down at her sweet flushed body, a perfect contrast for her bindings. Need tore through me, but for a moment I hesitated, not sure if she was ready for me. Not wanting to push her boundaries too far. But then she looked up at me. Expectantly.

  Damn it if I was strong enough to resist that.

  I took Evan’s place above her, taking a moment to admire her languid body before I slid into her, slowly but completely. Her legs formed around me and I thrust into her with a restraint that I knew was starting to slip. I didn’t want to push her too hard.

  I wanted to take my time and reward her for each and every morsel of trust she gave us tonight. But as much as I tried I could feel my movements becoming more forceful with each time she pushed up against me, with each sound of pleasure she gave, and I prayed she wouldn’t ask me to stop. I knew that if she did I would abide, but it might damn well kill me.

  Her eyes shone with vulnerability, with trust. I rocked my hips into her, pitching against her clit and garnering a groan from her. It was so raw, so honest that I found myself drawn towards the edge. The feel of being inside her was overwhelming. I could feel her tightening around me and I let myself go with her. Watching her underneath me, her body rapt in ecstasy, and I found myself surprised by the unforeseen outcome of tonight.

  I wasn’t expecting her to yield so readily, so freely. I had expected her to treat this like a game. Most treat this like a kinky way to get their kicks. A new story to tell the girls on ladies night. But the lax in her muscles, the thickness of her voice, the hooded look in her eyes told me it was more than that. I could see the lust, the genuine passion. With little more than a few simple commands she had entered subspace and she was mine.