by Hannah Ford
His Property (Book Two)
(An Alpha Billionaire Romance)
Hannah Ford
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His Property Book Two
Discipline (The Billionaire’s Rules, Book 1)
Consequence (The Billionaire’s Rules, Book 2)
Truth (The Billionaire’s Rules, Book 3)
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His Property Book Two
**PLEASE NOTE: THIS BOOK CONTAINS THE FIRST THREE VOLUMES OF THE BILLIONAIRE’S RULES BY KELLY FAVOR AS A BONUS BOOK.**
I didn’t have to wait long. Liam’s open palm struck my ass, hard and fierce, and I cried out before I remembered he’d told me to stay quiet.
“Quiet,” Liam commanded from behind me. “You have to stay quiet, baby, or I will make it hurt.”
I nodded and bit my bottom lip.
The spank hadn’t been that hard. But it was shocking to be struck by another person, to have him put his hands on me in such a seemingly violent way.
And yet something about it felt good, too, almost natural. His dirty words burned against my brain. Your body was made to be fucked.
My hands were at my sides and I gripped the sheets and tried to anchor myself to the bed as I braced myself for the next blow.
It came a second later, followed by another and another, the flesh of my buttocks jiggling as he struck me with his open palm, each punishment heightening the electric heat that had settled between my legs.
“Good girl,” Liam said approvingly. His hand stroked my ass, caressing the raw flesh gently. “That’s enough for now.”
His hand slipped down between my legs, and I felt myself tense.
“Relax, baby,” he said. “Just relax and give yourself to me.”
“Liam – ” I began to protest, but he struck me again, the hardest spank yet, and I whimpered and tightened my grip on the sheets.
I closed my eyes tight and forced myself to obey his commands, to make myself go limp like spaghetti as his hands roamed my body. His fingers slid over my slit, and I kept my legs firmly together, praying he wouldn’t pry them open, and hoping that he would.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he said. “You liked getting spanked like that, didn’t you, Emery?”
“No.”
“Liar.”
I bit my lip, humiliation and shame coloring my cheeks. I was lying. I did like it. It was the most turned on I’d ever been in my life, and I hated that he could tell that just from touching me.
“Spread your legs.”
I hesitated for just the briefest of seconds, and he reigned another blow on my ass, this one harder even than the last, hard enough to leave a mark. I let out a long, shuddering breath as I opened my legs slightly, giving him access to my most private part.
Liam placed one finger on each side of my pussy and then forked his fingers, spreading my lips. “Turn your head and look at me.”
“Please – ” I started, but he grabbed my chin with his free hand and forced my head back, silencing me with a deep kiss, his mouth claiming mine as I moaned into him.
He turned me over and straddled me around the hips, staring down at me hungrily. I was still in just my t-shirt and panties, although he’d pulled my panties down until they were bunched around my thighs.
“Arms up,” he commanded.
I put them up over my head.
“I’m going to take your shirt off now,” he said, grabbing the sides of my t-shirt. “When I do, you will keep your arms above your head, do you understand?”
I nodded.
He tugged my top up over the curve of my breasts, the soft fabric catching for a second on my nipples before he got it off and tossed it to the floor.
“Jesus, you are fucking sexy,” he said, and I blushed and went to cover myself, but he forced my hands up over my head and placed them on the slats of the metal headboard.
“Keep your hands on the headboard. Or else I will cuff you.” He stared down at me, his eyes fiery, intense need reflected fiercely in his expression. “Do you understand?”
I nodded.
“Damn, Emery, look at those big fucking tits. You are ripe for it.” He began to play with my breasts, his hands kneading and thumbing, pinching my nipples and driving me crazy. I could feel his touch all the way through my body, swirling into a tornado of desire that settled between my legs.
When he finally touched me down there, reaching behind him and slipping a finger inside of me, I was dripping.
“Shit, you’re tight,” he remarked as his finger slid inside of me. I winced at the feeling of having something inside of my pussy, stretching me. His other hand was still on my breasts, pushing them together, squeezing my nipples.
“Liam,” I said, squirming my hips and trying to get away from him. But he pressed the pam of his hand against my hipbone.
“Relax, baby,” he said, “Let yourself go and just relax.”
He leaned down and kissed me, his mouth swallowing my protests as he began to finger fuck me. A few moments later I felt the discomfort begin to turn to pleasure as my body began to respond to his movements.
“That’s it,” he said, pulling back and looking at me. “Jesus, I can’t wait much longer, baby. I wasn’t going to fuck you tonight, but I don’t think I can stop myself.”
I closed my eyes and took in a sharp breath, imagining how it would feel to have his dick inside of me when I could hardly even handle his finger.
He reached for my panties and finished pulling them off from where they were still bunched around my thighs, causing me to blush as the soft material brushed against my skin.
He stood up and gazed down at me from the side of the bed, his eyes running up my body. I was laid out before him, totally naked, my hands over my head, holding onto the slats of the headboard.
My eyes locked on his, and a soft, strangled moan escaped my lips.
His body was cut from stone, his six-pack abs more like an eight-pack, his dark hair messy, his already full lips looking even fuller from all the kissing we’d done. A faint brushing of stubble dusted his cheeks, and my skin burned from where it had raked against me.
Liam removed his pants and boxers, and my breath caught in my chest as I let my gaze travel down to his cock.
He took it in his hand and stroked it gently, and I moaned in desperation. If I’d thought it had felt big through his pants, it was nothing compared to what it looked like now, huge and thick, swollen and hard and ready for me.
Panic welled in my chest, and I fought against the urge to take my hands off the headboard. The only thing that stopped me was his stern threat that if I did, he would get the whip. I knew he would make good on it, then take what he wanted anyway.
He got back on the bed and knelt between my legs, his dick in his hand, continuing to stroke it slowly as he continued ogling my body, the dark hunger in his eyes making me shiver.
He grinned and rubbed the head of his cock on my pussy. I gasped and tried to twist away from him, but he put his hand back on my hipbone and pinned me to the bed.
“Look how wet you are,
baby girl,” he commanded.
When I tell you to do something, you do it.
I gathered my courage and looked down, watched as his dick spread my pussy lips out around it, watched as my wetness mixed with the precum that was leaking from the head of his dick.
“I was going to wait until you were nice and ready, baby, but I can’t take this shit much longer.”
The panic suddenly became too overwhelming, and I took my hands off the headboard and went to reach for his hips as he pressed in closer to me, desperate to have some control over him, to keep him from pushing into me, but he grabbed me immediately and pushed my hands back over my head.
“Don’t worry,” he growled. “This will only hurt for a second.”
And then he pushed inside of me, nice and slow, spreading me as a tight, excruciating pain radiated through my entire body.
I whimpered, but he silenced me with a kiss, his tongue tangling and dancing with mine, his mouth warm and wet and good. His left hand was open palmed against my tit, his thumb rubbing my nipple as he tried to get me worked up enough so I could take his huge cock.
It worked.
He began to work himself inside of me slowly, and coupled with the kissing and the way he was tweaking my nipples, my body began to relax, my pussy opening so I could take him.
“That’s it, baby,” he said, pushing into me all the way. “Good girl, take that dick, just like that.”
I groaned and arched into him. Now that my body had been primed and the pain was starting to be replaced with a searing, aching, pleasure, I was ready for it, was ready for him to go deeper and harder.
“Your curvy little body was made for this, Emery,” he rasped. “You were made to get me off, to take my dick and give me pleasure.”
I moaned and bit my bottom lip.
“Are you on the pill, baby?” he whispered.
I shook my head. Of course I wasn’t on the pill. I’d never had any reason to be.
“We’ll just have to chance it,” he said, his breathing accelerating as his hips bucked and he began to fuck me harder. “Your pussy’s too damn good not to come in.”
“Please,” I whimpered, but I wasn’t sure what I was begging for, wasn’t sure If I was begging for him to stop or for him to come inside of me.
He kept fucking me, railing away at my pussy harder and faster, and then he slowed down until he wasn’t even moving. He pulled back, holding himself over me with his muscular arms.
“Look at that,” he said. “Look at that tight pussy taking it deep.”
I looked down, and the sight of me spread around his hard cock sent waves of pleasure ripping through my body.
Liam laid his body back on top of mine and brushed my hair back from my face. His eyes searched mine, and he was inside of me, and I’d never been connected to anyone like this before, and I knew it was crazy, knew it was wrong, but I felt so close to him, so safe.
He paused for a second, and he wasn’t asking me for permission, exactly, but there was a certain softness in his expression as he continued to brush my hair back from my forehead.
And then his lips were back on mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth, his stubble raking my skin as he began to fuck me again, harder and faster, and suddenly, every cell in my being felt like it was simmering, like my entire body was a firework exploding from its center into a sunburst of pleasure.
My orgasm swelled, cresting just as Liam’s dick pulse as he came inside of me. I felt a warm wetness between my legs as he filled me. It seemed like a lot of cum, shot after shot of it filling me to my core.
When he’d had his release, he stayed inside of me for a moment, and then he kissed me again on the lips, softly.
He rolled off of me.
Holy. Freakin’. Crap.
My heart rate was through the roof, the blood pounding in my ears. What the hell had just happened? Had I really just lost my virginity to Liam Rutherford? Never mind that, had I actually just lost my virginity to a man who’d kidnapped me?
Confusion swarmed my body and regret immediately washed over me.
I glanced over at Liam, who was staring at my legs, at the ugly scars that criss-crossed my thighs.
I rolled over, away from him, reaching for the blanket to cover myself.
He grabbed me, his hand tightening around my wrist. “No. I want to see you.”
“You were staring at my scars.”
“No, I wasn’t.”
I looked at him skeptically, feeling angry tears pricking at the back of my eyes, and hating myself for caring what he thought.
“Fine,” he said. “I was. But only because I want to know who would have done something like that to you.” His voice was hard and laced with anger, and I shivered.
I gave a short little laugh. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
His eyes were like stone, and he narrowed them. “Nothing shocks me, Emery.”
He took my hand and moved it to his stomach, and for a moment I was afraid he was going to put it on his dick, to make me take him in my hand and jerk him off. I was frightened -- not just at the thought of becoming his personal sex slave, but also, inexplicably, at the thought of not knowing what I was doing, not knowing how to please him.
Someone as gorgeous as Liam Rutherford must have been with a million beautiful women, women who used their perfectly toned sized two bodies to get him off in all kinds of ways that I’d only read about.
Whatever you just did seemed to have gotten him off just fine, a voice in my head whispered, and I blushed.
“Look,” he whispered, and I opened my eyes and looked down at where he’d placed my hand on his stomach.
My heart clenched when I saw the scars on his abdomen – of course his were faint and white – so faint that I hadn’t noticed them until now. They made him look like a bad ass, a warrior who’d been through a battle, while mine were red, raised, disfiguring.
“Nothing shocks me, Emery,” he said again. He took my index finger and traced the line of his scars, and emotion welled in my chest, wondering how he’d gotten them, imagining what horrible thing it could be.
Nothing as horrible as how you got yours.
I kept quiet, hoping he wouldn’t ask me again how I got them.
And he didn’t -- instead, he just kept stroking my hand, his touch causing my anxiety to dissipate as my heart rate slowed. The whole time his eyes were locked on mine, and it calmed me, giving me a sense of security and an inexplicable feeling that he would never hurt me.
But I’d never told anyone how I’d gotten those scars, and I wasn’t about to start now.
His eyes narrowed for a moment and his lips parted slightly, and for a brief moment I was sure he was going to push me to tell him. But then he rolled over on top of me, pushed his body down on mine, my breasts flattening out against his hard chest.
He kissed me again, deep and slow, and I hated him, hated what he was doing to my body, the conflicting emotions and confusing desires he was stirring inside of me. But I opened my mouth obediently as his tongue tangled with mine.
He kissed me and kissed me and kissed me before he stood up, peeling his body from mine and leaving me breathless.
He stepped into his boxers and pulled them on, and I watched as the hard muscles of his back flexed with his movements.
The sun was in its earliest stages of rising -- I could see it through the windows, the rays just bright enough to begin turning the sky a shade of dark purple.
Liam stretched, his deltoid muscles cut and defined. He turned around and gazed down at me. The soft expression that had been on his face moments ago was gone, replaced with a mask of cockiness and control. He slowly pulled the covers off of me, exposing my naked body to him.
His lips curled into a grin as he reached down and rubbed a finger over my clit. “You’re wet again, baby girl.”
I went to twist away from him, but he stopped me. “Relax,” he said. “I’m not going to fuck you again, even though I want to.” His
finger dipped inside of me. I was still raw and aching between my legs and I winced.
“You’re sore,” he said.
“No.”
“Don’t lie.”
I pulled the covers back over me, and rolled over, turning away from him as my face burned with hot embarrassment. What the hell was wrong with me? How could I have enjoyed what he’d just done to me? He was obviously a twisted psychopath.
Liam walked toward the bedroom door.
“I have to be to work in a few hours.”
“Good for you,” I said brattily.
He cocked his head and gave me that arrogant, infuriating grin. “You’ll be going with me.”
“To work? “I can’t just leave you here all alone, now, can I?”
“Yes!”
He shook his head. “No. You’ll try to get away.”
“I’ll try to get away if you take me out with you,” I said.
“Maybe,” he said simply, right before he shut off the light. “But this way, I’ll be able to catch you.”
The door shut.
A second later, the sound of the lock clicking echoed through the room.
Falling back to sleep was impossible, so I tossed off the covers and headed for the bathroom. There was a faint bit of blood on the toilet paper after I peed and I ached between my legs. I turned on the shower as hot as it could go and stepped inside, hoping I could wash him off of me, but that too, was impossible.
The feel of his hands on me lingered, along with the taste of his lips, the sound of his dirty words as he pressed inside of me. Heat moved through my body, and I turned the water cold to try to offset it, but nothing worked.
Finally I gave up, wrapping myself in a towel and stepping out of the shower. My eyes flicked around the bathroom.
There had to be something in here I could use as a weapon –people on TV were always spraying their captors in the eyes with hairspray or making makeshift stakes out of the handles of plungers. But there were no aerosols in the cabinet, just creams and gels, and nothing even resembling a plunger.