The Billion Dollar Wedding: The Honeymoon Collection

by Cynthia Dane

  Ethan’s eyes never left hers as he drank his brandy. “A dance would be nice. You don’t have to take off your clothes. There’s enough nudity in here. Someone should be clothed.”

  A dance, but not a striptease. Jasmine kicked herself forward, rounding the front of the chair and putting both hands on either side of his legs. “Whatever you wish, sir. It’s your night.”

  “Damn right it is. Dance for me.”

  Jasmine had danced for him before. At home. In the privacy of their room. Here, she was in front of half a dozen women getting ready to have an orgy before they were dismissed back to the men upstairs. They’re all going to make loads of money tonight. A lot of it would come from Ethan’s tab. What a world!

  So even though she had danced for him before, it was still a strange experience doing it as Cindy, a woman who wasn’t shy – unless paid to act shy. Cindy didn’t give a shit who watched her sway her ass, lower her chest, or undulate against a man’s lap. Cindy also understood what was on the line here: her client, Ethan Cole, was having a bachelor party but was adamant that he wouldn’t touch a woman. So she wouldn’t touch him either.

  Oh, but she would make a load of promises.

  Every time her breasts lowered toward his face, his lap, he stirred a little. Whenever her hips gently thrust in his direction, he sucked in his breath, unable to look away as she sighed in his ear and pretended she was getting off on this. After a while, she was. Here she was, dressed like a pricey escort and gyrating her body against one of the hottest men she ever encountered. Jasmine may have known what Ethan was capable of, but Cindy didn’t. She could only guess that Ethan was packing more than peanuts in his pants. As he hardened, that became clearer. Painfully clearer. The man was starting to strain.

  Jasmine took her chance while he was weak. She grazed her hand over his erection again, licking her bottom lip as her ass stuck up in the air and her hair shrouded her masked face in mystery. You don’t even have to look at me while I blow you. “Come on,” she said, hushed. “I’ll give you one for free. Not that you need a freebie.” She ran her finger along the length of what hardness she could find in there. “What are you gonna do? Go jack off in your limo on the way home to hold you over until you get to your woman? Like it makes a difference. You and I both know you’ll be thinking of Cindy while you touch yourself. If you’re so worried about this Jasmine of yours, then you know it’s wrong to think about Cindy like it’s wrong to touch her. You might as well enjoy the full extent of your indiscretions.” Jasmine stood up far enough to loosen her corset and let him see more of her cleavage. Ethan did not look away. “It’s just sex, Mr. Cole. You can keep that lovey-dovey romance stuff for Jasmine. Cindy is here to help you sow those final wild oats before your wedding. May I remind you that men have done this for thousands of years? Save the moral platitudes for when you’re actually married.”

  She took a chance and slowly unzipped his trousers. He wore one of the many black cotton briefs he owned, giving Jasmine a great view of how hard she had made him in the past fifteen minutes.

  Ethan seized her, making her gasp as he brought her ear down to his lips. “Get rid of the other girls. I’ve seen enough.”

  Jasmine broke away, unfazed, because Cindy wouldn’t be bothered by this. She clapped her hands to get the others’ attention. “Thanks for your good work, ladies,” she said. “I’ll take it from here. I’m sure you could be used upstairs again.”

  Grace was the first up, wiping her mouth and mumbling something about getting to her patron before Yvette’s smell wore off her fingers. Too much info. The other girls followed suit, most of them shrugging. Yvette was the last to leave.

  “You!” Jasmine pulled Ethan’s wallet out of his pocket. He didn’t say anything. “Here.” She handed Yvette a wad of large bills. “Whatever this buys the bitch who kissed my fiancé.”

  Yvette plucked the bills from Jasmine’s hand and counted them, slowly, making sure she didn’t miss a single one. “This buys her a lot. You want me to do her dirty too?”

  Jasmine could only assume that had many meanings. “Dirty, hot, and seeing so many stars that she completely forgets about men for the next ten years. Can you do that?”

  Yvette grinned. “Please. I’m a professional. Give me another five-hundred off the books and I’ll fuck her ass too.”

  Only three-hundred more came out of the wallet. “How about this?”

  “This will buy her something, all right. Off the books?”

  “Off the books, especially if you do a good job.”

  Yvette hid the money in her pouch and headed out. Jasmine turned back to Ethan, who couldn’t decide between being amused and intrigued. Knowing him, he was always both.

  “What did I just purchase?” Ethan asked, drinking the last of his brandy as Jasmine approached him, leaving his wallet on a coffee table.

  “Does it matter?” She pulled the jacket all the way open, hand running down her front and coming dangerously close to a place that would turn her into a fiend. “I’m about to make you come. Who gives a shit.” That was the last thing Jasmine said before descending upon him as if her career truly depended on it.

  Chapter 16

  The heat must have been on. That was the only way to explain why Jasmine was sweating even though she barely wore any clothes.

  Either that or it was the gorgeous man beneath her. The one fighting for control as Jasmine hopped in his lap and kissed him with little mercy.

  At first he didn’t respond. Oh, she could feel his needs beneath her. The same need begging her to serve him with all the worldly pleasures a man could ask for. Jasmine was happy to slam herself against him, not just with her body but letting the lace of her mask brush against his cheek, his throat, tickling and tingling the one man she loved more than any other.

  She was still Cindy, though.

  “You look like you could use some help.” She pulled him out of his trousers, her legs spreading over his with a laugh in her throat. “Oh, look at that, you got hard for me.”

  “I hate to break it to you,” he said, voice low and betraying the need deep inside of him. “It doesn’t take much.”

  Jasmine ignored that. “I bet you have lots of self-control.” She lined her thighs up with his erect cock and lowered herself, letting his length rub against the crotch of her corset. Ethan didn’t show a hint of surprise as Jasmine grounded against his cock, this display of frottage beyond anything he probably experienced before. At least with me, and I’m all that matters. “You won’t even come yet, will you?”

  “If I do? What of it?” He didn’t fight her. He didn’t push her away. He was happy to let this strange scene play out. Who knew where it would go? Not even Jasmine had any idea. “I’ll get hard again.”

  That sounds like my fiancé. She curled her hand around his throat, engagement ring glittering against his skin. “I won’t be upset if you do whatever you want to me, Mr. Cole.” Already images of riding his lap and coming all over his cock were frolicking through her head. Knowing Ethan, though, he would want to avoid that. If they were having a scene of any kind, he would be keen on drawing it out for as long as possible.

  Then again, he was still human. With needs. Full of alcohol. Extensive experience told Jasmine that such things made him more likely to give in to his temptations sooner rather than later.

  To her surprise, Ethan put a hand on her chest. Not to feel her up, but to stop her antics.

  “Go get me a drink. Get one for yourself too.” He didn’t speak again until Jasmine’s feet were on the ground, demeanor perplexed. “Drink it as quickly as you can.”

  Jasmine stumbled to the bar, half-drunk on the idea of sex. What in the world is he doing? She shook her head as she poured another glass of brandy. This one she drank in full view of her fiancé.

  Blech. She did not care for the stuff. But it hit her, hard, right in the gut and then in the head. Is this what men liked about it so much? Was this why it was their drink of choice when they were don
e at the end of a long day? Was this why Ethan kept it on hand in every one of his wet bars, even though he often said it wasn’t his favorite either? There’s a reason he’s drinking it tonight. Jasmine waited until it fully hit her before pouring the final glass of brandy that night. She brought it over to Ethan and handed it to him with nimble fingers. They might not be nimble for long. Remember how little it takes to get me drunk? She was fine with being tipsy at her fiancé’s bachelor party. Drunk? That rather defeated the purpose she set out with.

  Ethan took the glass and slowly drank its contents, eyes never leaving Jasmine’s figure. What was he thinking? That he wanted her? That he was still surprised to see her here, tonight of all nights? That she singlehandedly brought half a dozen young women into this room to copulate for his viewing pleasure? “Well,” he finally said, gesturing to his lap. “What am I paying you for again?”

  Such a romantic.

  Jasmine pulled her hair in front of her, letting her fingers comb out the tiny tangles that had accumulated since she last brushed it. Without a word she went down to her knees, hands leveraging against Ethan’s legs.

  She couldn’t help but wonder what was going through his head while she nipped his tip and wrapped her hand snugly around the base of his shaft. Was he thinking of her as Jasmine, the fiancée he loved and would never betray? Was this another night of role-playing fun, whether it was his bachelor party or not? Or was he thinking how this was the only way such events could have transpired with him being the happiest he could possibly be?

  Or…

  Or was he thinking of her as Cindy, the professional seductress who only existed for the night? The woman who managed to lead him astray from his usual code of personal ethics? The woman who made him lusty enough to forget about Jasmine for a few hours while he pretended to be single, like most bachelor parties tended to go?

  How much did it matter to Jasmine? Either way, his heart, body, and mind were here with her. He had seen plenty of naked women tonight. Jasmine knew for a fact that many were his type, or at least very close to his type. He could have easily touched one, kissed one, done more with one before he knew Jasmine was there and keeping an eye on him. No, he doesn’t think I’m keeping an eye on him. He thinks I’m here to have fun. That did indeed make her have more fun

  “Well, fuck,” Ethan mumbled, sipping his brandy while the woman he called Cindy swallowed his cock. “I was not expecting you to actually be that good.”

  Surprise, asshole. Jasmine threw herself into it, using every trick she ever taught herself and picked up during her time with Ethan. Every man was different, yes, but they all tended to like much of the same things. Like her tongue caressing his skin, rounding his shaft and flicking against the head. Or her hand squeezing him, hard, massaging him whenever her mouth and throat were not available. Or her little moans of joy as she brought him pleasure. Normally Jasmine didn’t employ all these tactics in such a short span of time, unless Ethan asked her to, but tonight? She was there to get these rocks off. Now.

  Ethan continued to nurse his drink while Jasmine serviced him below. His musk was overwhelming her senses; precum dripped against her tongue. This man wanted to come. He probably wanted a lot of things, but holding back an orgasm was at the forefront of his mind.

  Yet unless he asked otherwise, she wasn’t going to stop. She would keep sucking him off, letting his cock fill her mouth and throat as she concentrated on him and what she did to him.

  Here it comes. Jasmine steadied her mouth on him, aiming his cock as it prepared to come in her throat. At least she had warning, thanks to the swelling. Made it easier to not choke, especially if he decided to start fucking her throat at the last minute, which he often did with nary an announcement. Does he do that on purpose, or does he have no idea he’s doing that?

  As she prepared to feel him climax at his bachelor party, Ethan yanked on her hair, pulling her off his cock with a struggling cough.

  “Not so fast,” he growled, looking her in the eye. Oh my… She had never seen him like this before. His eyes were furrowed, merciless, angry. That set jaw that she often found so sexy was suddenly monstrous. What was going on in that head of his? Was he really upset by her actions? “Who do you think you are, getting to take what isn’t yours?”

  Jasmine continued to gape at him.

  Ethan stood, his erection ignored as he checked his watch and gestured to the chair he had spent so much time in. “You don’t get to know what that feels like, Cindy. That’s only for my fiancée. Are you her?”

  Jasmine had to think fast – and that was not easy, with that quickly consumed glass of brandy shooting through her and the lust of the moment caught up in her head. Did she want to admit to being Jasmine after all? Or did she want to keep up the façade of Cindy?

  “I am whoever you want me to be,” Jasmine said. “You want me to be your fiancée? Fine. I’ll be her. You want me to be some slut you dump your cum in? I can do that too! So what do you want, Mr. Cole? Whatever it is, you don’t have to worry about it leaving this room. I’m a fantasy.”

  He didn’t say anything. He took her by the arm, however, and pushed her against the chair. Jasmine caught herself in a flash, but she still gasped to feel the sheer amount of power in Ethan’s touch as he turned her over and watched her sink into the chair.

  “If you’re my fantasy, then I’m sure you’ll have no trouble shutting up except to sing my praises. That’s every man’s fantasy, right?”

  Jasmine knew what was going on, but she was still in shock. Really? Like this? He wanted her like this? With her ass slipping against the chair and her legs falling across the armrests. She was open to him, true, but her corset was still firm against her body. Or at least it was until his brute strength tore it apart, exposing her nether lips and her breasts to the air. Even Jasmine, who had been on the receiving end of this kind of feral lovemaking more times than she could blissfully count, was still shocked to feel it happen like this. Was this his fantasy? Taking a strange woman who may or may not have actually been his fiancée? Taking her like this?

  She cried out in pleasure, surprise, and yes, a little pain, as Ethan thrust into her, his hands grabbing the back of the chair and his face set in the most determined, most barbaric look Jasmine had ever witnessed. Was this what Adrienne had meant when she said he was too masculine for her? Was Ethan taking that out on Jasmine right now?

  “Hold still,” he snapped, picking up her arms and holding her by the wrists. Jasmine was trapped, her body a means to an end as her fiancé – if that’s what he even was – fucked her with little regard for her own pleasure. Oh, but she felt it. How could she not, when Ethan was eager to have her? He said that only Jasmine got to experience him near her mind and heart. What was this, then? Nothing but loins?

  Well? Did she care?

  Jasmine opened her eyes briefly enough to see him looming over her, his body undulating with swift, precise movements as he took her. It was clear Cindy was nothing but a body to him. A useful, good looking body that existed purely to relieve his sexual desires. That was fine. She could work with that. Never mind as her own body responded to him by becoming wetter, more pronounced, and matching his thrusts in that blasted chair.

  Whether it was the awkward position or Ethan’s wish to not even look her in the eye, he backed away, cock glistening from both her mouth and core. Without a word he pulled her off the chair and hauled her to the only surface high enough to pin her against: the wet bar, which lost half its empty glasses and bottles when Ethan shoved them to the carpet and shoved Jasmine against the flat bar top.

  “Ah!” She made that sound more than once as her fingers struggled to find purchase against the far end of the bar and Ethan pulled her left leg up with a strong, commanding hand. His cock was quick to enter her again. The hand not spreading her legs snatched the back of her neck and pushed her head down.

  This was it. Ethan was not only completely giving in to his desires, but he was going down with as much control as
possible. Cindy had tempted him to the point of the worst weakness a man could experience. Now Cindy must be punished.

  If she were his girlfriend or some other partner with a potential future, he would train her with spanks and firm words. But she wasn’t. She was inconsequential. Some irresistible seductress who was to be punished unlike she had ever experienced before.

  The most amazing thing? How good it felt.

  This wasn’t something they could achieve on a normal night. Not even on their kinkier nights. Jasmine would rarely have the chance to unleash something like this from Ethan again. He probably didn’t even want to dabble with it more after tonight. This was sex fueled by anger, guilt, and enough shame to make a man realize he knew what he was doing was wrong. Even if, at the end of the day, it really was Jasmine he fucked, in the heat of the scene it uncovered all of the feelings Ethan would have felt if he truly succumbed to some other woman.

  So while it hurt a little, and it scared her a little, Jasmine was not about to unleash a safe word of any kind. If anything, she would ride this out until her body couldn’t take it anymore. Or he came. That was more likely to happen at this rate.

  “Fuck!” Ethan roared, his cock so thick inside of her that Jasmine struggled to take him deeper. She wanted to. He was going to come, and she wanted to feel every bit of it hit her where it mattered most. “Why do you have to feel so fucking good?”

  Because it’s me. Because I’m a woman. Jasmine wouldn’t kid herself. She wasn’t that special at the end of the day. They were both a couple of people indulging in one of the finer points of life: sex. Raw, unadulterated sex that they couldn’t achieve with any other.

  Okay, so maybe she was that special.

  She felt him clench her neck, her shoulder. He gripped her thigh, his cock digging deep inside her, filling her until she couldn’t possibly take any more, even if she wanted, or if he had more to give. But he was to the hilt, his damned balls smacking against her until all she heard was his grunts and the slickness of their union. The harder he pounded, the more she prepared to scream in orgasm.