The Billion Dollar Wedding: The Honeymoon Collection

by Cynthia Dane

  She thought all this before Ethan even had the chance to unzip his trousers and direct his cock inside her.

  The sex was a frenzy. No chance to talk or change positions, because it took both of their concentrations to make this moment happen. Jasmine lifted one leg so he could go deeper, and Ethan used all his strength to lift her up and make her feel completely owned as his cock impaled her against their penthouse window.

  Our penthouse. They weren’t even married yet, but it was becoming easier for Jasmine to think of things that way. Our penthouse. Our window. She gasped, she whined, she clawed at the window as her body responded more readily as the seconds went by. This was as much about the burning need growing between them as it was Ethan making an example out of her to the rest of the world.

  “This is what happens when you cavort with me. I’m a fucking billionaire. I get to have whatever I want. If I decide I want you? I will have you.” That message was made loud and clear to Jasmine the moment Ethan sat her down for their first meeting. “I want to fuck you, Jasmine Bliss. I want to show you a universe where you don’t have to worry about anything. Where all you feel is pleasure tinged with delightful pain.”

  Like when he smacked her ass the moment he thrust into her.

  “Oh!” she cried, slapping her hand against the window. She was losing more control. Now both feet were off the ground, her body depending on him to hold her against the window as they had sex for the second time that day. “Yes!”

  “Yes?” Ethan stopped his thrusts, holding himself inside her as he pulled her against him and growled into her ear. “This is what you want?”

  “Yes!”

  “What kind of woman does that make you, Jasmine?”

  She could barely speak. “Yours, Master.”

  “And this?” He moved, slowly, torturing her with the length and width of his cock inside of her. I’m so wet, and yet it takes so much more effort in this position. She could feel every inch move. It was both sweet and murderous. “Is this mine, my flower?”

  “Fuck yes it is…”

  “Good. I can do anything to you I want, right?”

  He had shoved himself all the way back in, filling her every crevice and making her feel like the most owned woman in the world. “Yes, Master. Do whatever you will. Use me!”

  Jasmine thought she was entering the most twisted level of paradise ever. There was pleasure. There was love. Then there was this bastardization of both that Ethan insisted on them experiencing. Not that Jasmine would stop him. In fact, as he thrust into her again, harder than ever, she completely gave herself over, her body undulating in orgasm as her breasts rubbed against the glass and her clit felt the cool air of the room stroke her every inch.

  Her orgasm had barely begun however, when Ethan pulled out and pulled her away from the window. Not too far, though. Jasmine’s head spun in delayed pleasure as she was pushed onto her knees and had her head pulled back, so she looked up into Ethan’s solemn visage.

  Processing the next twenty seconds was something that would not completely happen until later. Jasmine’s body continued to quiver from coitus interruptus as Ethan lorded over her, hand gripping his cock and crazed eyes searching her body for the most pleasing spot to mark.

  In her haze, Jasmine knew it was coming. A part of her was disappointed it was coming to this, but most of her was expectant, writhing where she kneeled in a desperate attempt to ride out the orgasm denied her.

  It wasn’t until later that she realized she moaned the entire time. Like she was climaxing, let alone in time to Ethan touching himself and spending his second orgasm of the day on her body. Jasmine remained kneeling in her torn dress, her breasts hanging out, her hair disheveled on her shoulders and arms, her skirt pulled up to her waist and showing how bare she was.

  This is what I want. What a strange thing to think as her Master’s seed hit her chest.

  Ethan remained standing even after that. Yet he panted, sweated, and kicked aside the tie he had yanked off and let flutter to the ground in the midst of that. His cock also remained hanging out, although it lost a good amount of its rigidity. Not that Jasmine minded, nor did she think it made him less of a man. If anything, it made her eyes widen more, because the man had spent so much of his energy already. If she could do that to him…

  “Look at you, my beautiful mess.” Ethan did not touch her. He was too busy plucking the diamond belt off the floor and swinging it from his hand. “Covered in my cum. How does that make you feel?”

  Jasmine’s wandering fingers found the fringe of the rug and clutched it for dear life. “Warm.”

  “Warm?”

  That was the first word she thought of, because it was all her senses would let her feel. Yes, she sensed wet on her skin, but it was mostly warm. Comforting. A strange thing to think given the context, but Jasmine was not exactly in her usual frame of mind.

  She bent down, suddenly exhausted, but still careful to not make a mess of the now battered rug. I already cleaned up his desk today. Let’s not push it. Jasmine may not have a personal relationship with the cleaning lady here like she did with Belinda back at the manor, but she still had some standards to maintain.

  “I hope you don’t think we’re done yet, my flower.” Ethan pulled the belt taut in his hands, and at first Jasmine thought he was going to whip her with it. That would be too much, for sure! She shouldn’t have thought of such a terrible thing, clearly, when he definitely did not do that. Instead, Ethan wrapped the belt around her wrists, gingerly binding them together with sparkling diamonds. “You know how it works on nights like these.”

  “Yes…” She was still dazed, a little confused, and definitely ready for more. Her body demanded it. “You’ll give me at least one more.” One more what? Orgasm, on either of their ends? Indeed.

  “I will. In the bedroom. Get up.”

  Jasmine forced herself to her feet, wobbling on her high heels until Ethan gave her permission to slip them off. With the diamond belt hanging from her wrists, Jasmine was led into the bedroom, where Ethan sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for her to stand before him.

  He surveyed her, from disheveled hair to bare feet and all the torn fabric and red skin in between. “I’ve done quite the number on you so far today.” He leaned forward, resting upon his knees. “How many times have I been inside you? Twice?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Not enough, is it?”

  “I’m always willing for you to do more, sir.”

  “You are. I love that about you.” Ethan rubbed the stubble on his cheek, the motions of his fingers obscuring the smirk appearing. “Remove your clothing. I want to see you naked.”

  How strange was it… that Jasmine had undressed and been naked in front of this man countless times, but still felt so timid right now? Ethan was drinking up every inch of skin she exposed, as if her body were made of precious gold and jewels. It’s not. It’s just flesh. Yet as she shed her torn dress and let it pool at her feet, she knew his eyes went straight to her naked thighs and mound. Can he see how wet I am from how he’s fucked me twice today? The first time, he told her to make herself come. The second? He denied her the right, even though she was desperate to taste that facet of heaven.

  The only item of clothing left on her body was the bra. Jasmine pulled down one strap at a time, teasing Ethan until all that was left was to unhook the back and let the whole thing fall to the floor. On a normal night, she would have thrown the bra right at his face, but tonight was not about asserting herself in any way. It was about being available, about serving his every need.

  Whatever Ethan was thinking regarding her appearance, it worked to stir his cock back to life. He must be raring to go tonight if he could get it up for a third time. So quickly, anyway.

  However, he ignored what his body did with or without his permission. “You are gorgeous,” he said. “Completely naked before me.”

  “I’m not naked.” Jasmine’s soft voice was probably lost on him at first. Then
his eyebrows went up, and she continued, “I’m wearing you, aren’t I?”

  “So you are. Come here so I can get a better look at it.”

  She went to him, standing between his spread legs and wholly aware that he was still clothed while she wandered in the nude. I’m exposed physically. He’s exposing himself emotionally. When Jasmine thought about it that way, it didn’t seem unequal at all.

  Ethan took one of her hands and held it while he studied her form, her skin, her tiny hairs growing here and there. He also had a close-up of her lines, her wrinkles, and the bits of cellulite that had accumulated over the years. Jasmine was young, but she wasn’t immune to the effects of aging. While they made her feel insecure in her everyday life, she rarely felt anything but sexy in front of Ethan’s hungry gaze. He didn’t see wrinkles – he saw the life she had lived. Her cellulite? Whatever. Every woman he had ever been with probably had cellulite somewhere, no matter how old or young they had been. Even Ms. Prissy Pants Adrienne had cellulite, Jasmine would guess. Monica had it, or if she didn’t have much, she definitely would now that she was having such a big baby. Ethan hadn’t cared about it when he was with them, so why would he care about it with Jasmine? Hadn’t he declared her the most beautiful woman in the world?

  “Exquisite. Every piece of you is absolutely perfect, my lovely flower.”

  “That’s not true,” she whispered. Jasmine wanted to avert her eyes, but this was her fiancé. Why would she have to look the other way when talking to him about such intimate things? “I have my flaws like any woman.”

  “You do, but your flaws are what make you beautiful. I don’t care about other women’s flaws. I care about how yours make you who you are.”

  I was right… So her hips bulged a little. So her breasts sagged because gravity was a nasty thing. So what? Ethan liked those things about her. They were a part of her physical character. There was no reason for him to find her ugly, or find her undesirable. As long as she wanted him in turn, they would have plenty of fun with or without the kink.

  Right now, though, the kink was adding some much needed layers to Jasmine’s life.

  “I love you,” Ethan reiterated. “Do you love me?”

  “Of course I love you.” Jasmine put her hand on his cheek. “I couldn’t have asked for a better man in my life. Whether we role-play like this or go about our lives as usual, I’m happy to have you here.”

  Ethan grasped her wrist and pulled her arm down, eyes boring into hers. “Lie down on the bed. You’ve been so good all day, it’s only right that I give back to you.”

  Adrenaline still pumped in Jasmine’s vein after that grab. Sometimes when he’s forceful like that… it actually turns me on. Probably because she trusted him. Ethan would never do anything to hurt her. Sure, he may hurt her feelings from time to time, because at the end of the day he was still a human being with faults and flaws of his own, but his intentions were always good and considerate. So when he grabbed her like that? All Jasmine could think was him doing some other things rather… forcefully.

  “I believe I told you to do something. Why aren’t you doing it?”

  Jasmine brought herself back to reality, although she was more than content to remain in her sweet fantasy, where Master Ethan held her down on the bed and gave her the fuck she really deserved. I want to be screaming into the bed, my hands grabbing everything in reach and my whole body consumed by his.

  She crawled onto the bed now, ready to stay on her stomach but rolling onto her back with Ethan’s not-so-gentle prodding. She thought he would take her. Own her. Be hard again and show her what he was truly made of.

  He surprised her by pulling her legs open… and lowering his head between them.

  In the past, before having her life inexplicably changed by the forces of fate, Jasmine had been with men who thought it beneath them or a hassle to orally pleasure a woman. Jasmine had definitely heard of Doms and other such men who thought it ruined their own fantasy to “demean” themselves with women in this fashion.

  Ethan was not that kind of man. He didn’t do it all the time, but he almost always volunteered and never half-assed bringing Jasmine great pleasure with nothing but his lips and tongue. His hands curling around her thighs helped too.

  Sometimes he would close his eyes and go slow, in a near-worshiping motion that sent Jasmine to another universe. Other times, like tonight, he kept his eyes open, staring in carefully controlled awe at her. Jasmine groaned, both overtaken by his ability to fill her with endless pleasure and make her feel like this was one of the greatest honors she could receive.

  It didn’t matter where his tongue went: inside her, on her clit, all around her folds where she was tickled and delighted… as long as he kept leveling his gaze at her, Jasmine was aware that this was his gift to her. Her reward for being so good and gracious that day. The perfect sub. The perfect future wife of a strong, alpha billionaire… who was currently the king of cunnilingus.

  He didn’t have to use his words to tell her when to come. His eyes said everything. Piercing. Determined. “Do it now.”

  The orgasm that hit her was not the usual kind. It didn’t hit her – it seized her. Every neuron in her body was absconded to another plane of pleasure, where she shivered, shook, quivered, and let out the most blissful moan to ever fall from her lips. Ethan’s tongue slammed inside her one moment and caressed her clit the next. When the former happened, Jasmine groaned, fulfilled in ways she usually couldn’t from a man’s tongue. When the latter occurred, she shrieked with the knowledge that she rode the crest of her wave.

  Ethan helped her come down by slowly lapping her folds, kissing her flesh, and rubbing her thighs. He broke eye contact, his nose following the length of her leg, inhaling her scent as if it were the world’s finest aphrodisiac. Jasmine, while sated, felt a second wind come for her already when Ethan detached from her and finished taking off his shirt.

  “Do you know what you taste like, my flower?” She could smell herself on his breath when he came to kiss her mouth. “You have the sweetest nectar in the garden.”

  The garden, huh? A fine metaphor for all the women he had plucked from the earth and had his way with. It was also totally, 100%, utterly him. Gardens. Flowers. Nature. Everything was earthly to a man like Ethan Cole.

  “I prefer the taste of your body, sir.” Jasmine smiled against his lips. “If we’re being completely honest.”

  “The best course is probably preferring each other over ourselves, yes.”

  Jasmine had to suppress a giggle, not that she had much energy for laughing right now.

  “Sit still, my love. I’m going to make you come again.”

  How could she say no to that?

  Instead of using his fingers or even his hardness, however, Ethan reached into Jasmine’s nightstand. What is he… no way… Most of their bedroom toys were kept in Ethan’s stashes, but there were a couple things Jasmine kept in hers. The primary thing being the silicon boyfriend she referred to as “The Other Ethan.” Because sometimes a man was not always around when a woman was at home and in need of a quickie.

  “I’ve always wondered…” Ethan mused, holding it up to the light. “Why blue?”

  Jasmine had to swallow any embarrassment she felt. “It’s your favorite color, sir.”

  “A convenient answer, if I ever heard one.” When the tip of the thing came for Jasmine, she froze, disbelieving that Ethan could really be doing this. It’s not the first time… but if given the choice, he was definitely going to use his own cock instead. He didn’t look too soft… what in the world did he have planned beyond this? “Now, relax. I want to see you come on this thing.”

  Jasmine wouldn’t question his motives. She would, however, fall back onto the bed the moment Ethan thrust their new friend into her.

  There was something diabolical about one of the hottest men in the world fucking her with anything but his cock… let alone experiencing their third round of penetrative sex this way. Was it a sign that
he wanted to bring her constant pleasure even though he wasn’t quite ready to do it himself yet? Or was there some other meaning? Like her being a toy on the other end of a toy? Did Ethan get off on this? One peek at his countenance said he was at least amused. Then again, men and women alike enjoyed watching other women take anything between the legs.

  “Let me tell you how good you look,” Ethan murmured in her ears, his wrist expertly moving their blue friend in and out of Jasmine. Oh, fuck it. Ride it out, girl! He pinched her nipple with his other hand while he spoke. “You’re so wet and ready for whatever comes for you, aren’t you? I love how relaxed you can be in our bed. There’s nothing hotter than watching you enjoy yourself, with or without my help. Don’t you think so?”

  What, he wanted her to speak? “Yes, sir. Fuck yes, sir!”

  “Are you going to come?” He fucked her harder, expectation in his voice. His wrist angled downward, the tip of the toy hitting Jasmine right in the G-spot. She was already bracing herself when he spoke again. “You’re going to come.”

  Like a comet smacking into the earth, Jasmine’s body exploded from impact. Her fingers clutched her fiancé’s skin, face twisting in a pleasure her voice could not express. The only words coming out of her mouth as every inch of her body succumbed to the pressure inside her was, “Pull it out! Please!”

  Ethan didn’t ask any questions. He did as bade, and Jasmine unleashed all that pressure building up inside of her.

  “Holy shit,” Ethan said, his smirk too much to bear. “That was… hot.”

  You’re telling me! That heat was all over her thighs and dripping down her ass. She didn’t ejaculate often, but when she did, she damn well made it count.

  “Hope you’re not finished yet.” Ethan snuggled in next to her, kissing her shoulder as she pushed against his chest. “Tell me, are you finished?”