The Billionaire Submissive (Billionaires in Bondage)

by Joely Sue Burkhart

  The crack of the crop on his back resounded through the room, even though she was careful not to strike him too hard. After so many scenes, she knew exactly how much he could take, how quickly, and the buildup had them both chomping at the bit.

  His breath hissed out between his teeth and he worked his hands, releasing and then re-gripping the edge to give his fingers a rest. She waited until he was settled again, and then gave him another blow to the opposite shoulder. This time, he couldn’t hold back his groan.

  “Now that’s the sound of a sub enjoying what his Mistress is giving him. Are you, Donovan?”

  “Yes,” he ground out, his voice rumbling deep and low. “More, Mistress. Make me beg.”

  “Hannah, are you ready to take your sub to the next level? Can you make him beg?”

  “I don’t know.” Breathless, Hannah met her gaze. She was still nervous, but her cheeks were flushed and her lips puffy like she’d been kissing Ralph. She wore a traditional Dominatrix bustier, and her throat and chest were flushed pink. “I’m still afraid.”

  “Of what?” Lilly tried to keep her attention on the other woman, but it was impossible when she had Donovan stretched out waiting for her attention. The red marks on his back held her gaze, tempting her to lay a ladder of marks down his back until she could redden his buttocks. She’d much rather have his ass bare so she could watch the skin redden and swell.

  “What if hurt him? I mean, really hurt him?”

  “Hurt me, Hannah.” Ralph moaned. “Please, please, I need you so bad.”

  “Strike now, Hannah.” Lilly used her firmest Mistress voice. “Don’t wait. Don’t think. Strike him. Give him what he wants.”

  The other woman reared back and lashed her husband’s back with the flail, crying out louder than he did. Appalled at what she’d done, she wavered, her face paling.

  I have to get her back to arousal. More feeling. Less thinking.

  “Check yourself, Hannah. Are you wet?”

  “Wha… What?”

  Keeping her attention on Donovan to give her some privacy, she gave him another quick, hard strike. “Are you wet, Hannah?” Another blow. His back arched so he could push his hips up in welcome, silently begging for where he wanted the next blow. She was only too happy to oblige. “I know I am. I love watching the way his skin moves. The way the red marks begin to color his skin. I think that’s why I like his ass so much. I can spank and spank until his entire backside is cherry red, hot to the touch, and so, so pretty. Just thinking about it makes me wet.”

  Hannah didn’t answer, so Lilly looked over at her. Blushing and unable to meet her gaze, Hannah hugged herself. Hiding. Covering her breasts, which were probably aching. “It’s okay to be aroused by what your husband is enjoying. Look at him, Hannah. Is he enjoying it? Grab his cock. Is it hard? Put your hand down your panties. Are you wet? If so, you’re doing it right.”

  By the loudness of his moan, Ralph was highly enjoying his wife’s assessment. “He’s hard, Mistress L. You’ve done it!”

  “No, ma’am. You’ve done it. Now keep it going. But I want you to keep your left hand in your panties. Make yourself hum with pleasure as you whip him. Don’t hold back. If it feels good, tell him. Tell him how good it’s going to be when he can slide into you while you lash the backs of his thighs.” From her own sessions with Ralph to demonstrate what he preferred to his wife, she knew that was his sweet spot which would make him sweat and groan until on the verge of release.

  She returned her attention to Donovan, pacing herself so the sharp crack of the crop punctuated the softer thwap of the tails. The blows landed harder, closer together. Both subs were starting to get desperate, and the soft cries from the corner warned her not to look. Not unless she wanted to see Hannah fucking her husband. Luckily, Lilly had given Donovan the ten she’d promised. She went around to the table and squatted down so she could look into her sub’s eyes.

  “Are they…?” he asked.

  “Yep, they sure are.” She couldn’t help but grin as the tips of his ears crisped to fire-engine red. “Aw, lover boy, don’t tell me you’ve never listened to someone else have sex before?”

  He lifted his head, pinning her with the intensity of his gaze. “Not when I want you so badly I can’t remember why I’d be mad at myself later for doing the same thing.”

  Temptation burned through her. Joy at helping the Hamiltons only fed her desire for her very own submissive. But Mistress L had to remember the limits, and he’d been clear on his questionnaire engraved on her brain. Public sex wasn’t something he was comfortable with, and he certainly wasn’t into sharing. He wouldn’t like remembering later that another couple had heard them climax or another man might have seen his Mistress in a compromising position. He might very well regret the lapse in judgment and it was her responsibility to make sure he never had cause for regret. Not when it came to his pleasure.

  She shook her head and he scowled, starting to rise up to argue. So she popped him on the shoulder with the crop. “I didn’t tell you to move, Donovan.”

  His nostrils flared, his mouth soft and lush, his eyes blazing with desire. She didn’t have to grab his cock to know he was rock hard and aching. Only for me.

  Smiling, she leaned across the table, curled her finger in his collar and pulled him in close for a kiss. He didn’t hold back. He opened his mouth and sucked her tongue on a deep, hoarse groan. Ralph chose that moment to come with a loud shout, his wife’s throaty cries echoing in the room.

  Groaning with frustration, Donovan broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers. “Lilly?”

  “Yes, Donovan?”

  “For making me listen to them, you owe me dessert tonight.”

  She tangled her fingers at his nape and moved around the table so she could draw him into her arms and hold him close. Her other hand explored the welts on his back, drawing a gasp from him. “I already called Dmitri to find out what kind of pie he has tonight.”

  Lifting his head, Donovan gazed into her eyes, his eyebrows rising with interest.

  “Blueberry. And he promised a quart of whipped cream.”

  “I think I’m going to need a new bed again.”

  Lilly turned to Donovan and squeezed his hand. He hadn’t let go of her since they’d left the hotel. “I thought we were going to Dmitri’s?”

  He turned onto a side street and slowed. “I have something I want to show you first.”

  She didn’t know North St. Paul very well, but she thought this was the neighborhood where he’d grown up. Sure enough, after a few more minutes, he parked in front of his childhood home, and this time, he turned off the engine.

  “Ricardo called to ask a favor.”

  She smiled. “Naturally you couldn’t say no.”

  Donovan got out of the car, and she waited for him to come open her door. He took her hand again and they walked up the sidewalk to the front door. He didn’t knock or pull out a key, but turned the handle and walked straight on in. “Of course not. He’s had an apprentice working in his restaurant for the past year, but the frantic pace of such a demanding job didn’t suit him. He’s a superior chef, but he wants something more low key and relaxed. Ricardo thought he would make an excellent personal chef.”

  Although remodeled with fresh paint and modern yet classic furniture, the home still resonated with craftsman bungalow charm. The dark trim contrasted nicely with the earthy paint colors and the hardwood floors looked original. He’d probably knocked out a few walls to give the first floor a more open-concept feel, but otherwise, she could totally see him growing up in his house thirty-plus years ago.

  He led her over to the large mantel above the wood-burning fireplace. “This is my mother, Beverly, and my father, Will.”

  Lilly lightly touched the silver frame. It was the picture of the fishing boat he’d found years ago, his mother and father smiling at the camera. His father’s arm curled around his mother’s waist, and her hand rested lightly on her stomach. It was impossible to te
ll because she was so slim, but Lilly suspected Beverly must have already known she was pregnant with her only son. “She’s beautiful. She has your smile. And I can definitely see where you got your looks. Your father was a dark-haired, handsome devil too.”

  Her nose caught the scent of something divine and she narrowed her gaze on Donovan. “Don’t tell me this personal chef is here? Now?”

  “Come on, I’ll introduce you.” In the kitchen, a young African American man stirred something on the stove. “Knock knock, Chris.”

  Turning, he wiped his hands on a towel before shaking hands. “Mr. Morgan, welcome.” His smile was easy and wide, lighting up his entire face, and she had to admit, she loved his Southern accent. “Thank you again for the opportunity.”

  “Not at all. By the way Lilly’s mouth is watering, you’ve already proven yourself to be a valuable asset. Lilly, this is Christopher Barker, our new personal chef. Chris, my fiancée, Lilly Harrison.”

  Stunned, she gave Donovan’s hand a warning squeeze. “What did you just call me?”

  “Fiancée?”

  “I don’t recall any proposal, Mr. Morgan.”

  Eyes heavy lidded, he reached up and ran a finger around the collar on his neck. She hadn’t even noticed he’d left his shirt open after leaving the hotel. “I do, Miss Harrison. Though I agree a ring is in order. The biggest, most ostentatious diamond I can find.” He tugged her closer and bent down to whisper in her ear. “Now that I’ve finally won the words I’ve been waiting so long to hear, do you honestly believe I’d let you escape?”

  Clearing her throat, she blinked and hoped she didn’t look as teary and emotional as she felt. “We’ll see. So are you living here, Chris?”

  He shot a confused look at Donovan and shook his head. “No, ma’am. I’m actually down the road in Ricardo’s old house.”

  “Oh.” She looked back at Donovan, trying to figure out what he was up to. “That’s convenient.”

  “Dinner will be ready in about thirty minutes. When you called, Mr. Morgan, I set up drinks on the back deck. Dmitri confirmed dessert will be delivered promptly at seven.”

  “Thank you, Chris.” Donovan took her hand again and headed for the large French doors. “Chris’s specialty is traditional Southern comfort foods like fried chicken and mashed potatoes, so I’m afraid we’ll have to continue to depend on Dmitri to satisfy your sweet tooth.”

  At the door, Hank sat wagging his tail and drooling all over a tennis ball in his mouth.

  Her throat closed off and her chest ached so badly she couldn’t breathe. All she could do was look up at Donovan and hope she didn’t burst into tears.

  “I’ve been thinking about moving back out here for quite some time, but I was too lazy to leave downtown. Then Ricardo called and it just seemed like the perfect time to make the move. Now both you and Hank can come to stay with me whenever you like, though I’m hoping you’ll just give in and move in with me immediately.”

  She swallowed hard and finally found her voice. “Let me guess, you took the liberty of moving a few of my things here too?”

  He smiled faintly. “No. I just bought you all new stuff.”

  Launching herself into his arms, she buried her face against his chest. “Excuse us, Chris.” He managed to get the door open and carried her outside, settling into an Adirondack chair. He cuddled her on his lap and reached over to pour them both a glass of wine. “I know it was presumptuous of me to bring Hank over without your permission, but he’s loving the back yard.”

  As if he knew they were talking about him, Hank jumped up and put his paws on the side of the chair so she could pat him. “I can’t believe you left your downtown penthouse condo to live in an older family neighborhood just so I could have my dog.”

  “I want the family, the dog and, most especially, you. Will you do me the very great honor of marrying me, Lilly Harrison?”

  Scratching Hank behind the ears, she avoided Donovan’s gaze. “You know I love you, but…”

  “There aren’t any buts for me,” he interrupted firmly. “You know I always get what I want, and that’s you, Lilly. I want you with me every moment of every single day. I want to wake up with delight each morning to see what furnishings I’ll have to replace. I want to watch you melt over every single bite of food. I don’t care if you don’t want any children or if you decide we need ten massive shedding dogs that destroy everything I own. As long as you’re with me, I’ll live anywhere, do anything, and I’ll be the happiest man in the world.”

  She turned in his arms and ran her finger over his collar. “What if our secret gets out? What if people start asking questions?”

  “I don’t care.”

  “You say that now, but I know your pride, Donovan. I couldn’t bear to disappoint or embarrass you.”

  His eyes narrowed and he lowered his voice to the privileged arrogant asshole tone that never failed to turn her on. “You’d never be a disappointment to me and I don’t give a rat’s ass if people find out you’re my Mistress.”

  “So you say.”

  “Someone did find out about us.”

  Surprised, she searched his gaze. “Really? Who?”

  “Miss Wruthers confronted me this afternoon. She’d ordered my PI to tail you behind my back, and as soon as you showed up at the hotel, she came running to tell me you were seeing your old clients again.”

  Lilly winced. “She thought I was a prostitute too, didn’t she?”

  “And she hired a photographer who somehow managed to get a very lewd shot of Morgan Industries’ CEO butt naked on a boat with suspicious red marks on his ass.”

  Her mouth fell open. “Did you have to pay her off?”

  He gave her a smug smile and leaned back in his chair. “Hardly. I scared her off with the truth. I even showed her my collar. She couldn’t flee into the elevator fast enough.”

  “Why would that scare her off?”

  “Because she didn’t want money, sweetheart. She wanted to be Mrs. Morgan. But the position has already been claimed by you, if you’re up for the job.”

  Lilly propped herself up on his chest. “Are you sure she won’t come back to cause problems for you? I mean, if—and that’s a huge if—I accept this deal, she might decide to cause you trouble out of spite.”

  “I don’t care.” He wrapped his fingers in her hair, slowly winding the strands around his hand to pull her close enough for a kiss. “I love you, Lilly. If that means you want to put a cock ring on me and promenade me down I-35, I’ll do it. And I don’t care who wants to take a picture of it.”

  She nibbled on his lips. “You know I can’t do freeways.”

  “No, but you can do me anytime, any way you want.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Though maybe I shouldn’t go streaking around on Lake Minnetonka anymore.”

  “You mean I’m going to get this sexy beast of a submissive who swears to let me do anything I want and it’s not going to cost me a dime?”

  “Just a few lashes of the crop I so thoughtfully fetched from your townhome. Plus I’ll throw in a personal chef, a fleet of fishing boats, a dozen houses all around the globe, and whatever else your heart desires.”

  She scooted down in his lap enough to lay her head over his heart. “You’re not very good at these negotiations, Mr. Morgan. You’re supposed to make me work for what I want.”

  “That’ll be later,” he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “When the dessert arrives.”

  About the Author

  Joely Sue Burkhart has always loved heroes who hide behind a mask, the darker and more dangerous the better. Whether cool, sophisticated billionaire, brutal bloodthirsty assassin, or simply a man tortured by his own needs, they all wear masks to protect themselves. Once they finally give you a peek into the passionate, twisted secrets they’re hiding, they always fall hard and fast. Dare to look beneath the mask with delicious BDSM in a wide variety of genres with Joely on her website, www.joelysueburkhart.com. If you’d like to know when her ne
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  He stripped off his coat and hat and returned to her room. If there wasn’t a rush to escape Zijin space, she’d likely want to do more shopping. He tapped lightly at the door but didn’t hear a reply. It was early for dinner. She surely would have rung for him to join them if they’d gone downstairs.