by M. P. Lodi
Control – Noah's Rise
A Billionaire Romance Bundle
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By M.P. Lodi
Written by M.P. Lodi
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A Billionaire Romance Series
Control: Book I
Pulsating Holiday: Book II
Noah's Rise: Book III
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Control - Table of Contents
Chapter 1 Jen
Chapter 2 Emily
Chapter 3 Jackson
Chapter 4 Jen
Chapter 5 Noah
Chapter 6 Jen
Chapter 7 Jackson
Chapter 8 Jen
Chapter 9 Emily
Chapter 10 Jackson
Chapter 11 Jen
Chapter 12 Noah
Chapter 13 Emily
Chapter 14 Jen
Chapter 15 Emily
Chapter 16 Jackson
Chapter 17 Jennifer
Jen
With hands on opposite sides of the mirror and one last try to lift it, Jackson's muscles bulged out ever so nicely. He looked like he finally realized that he couldn't move the mirror at all. He stopped trying and looked down at the stack of books in front of it. The book on top was the one that Jen and Emily had read. It was planted there by Jen. He knew. Jen and Emily had both told Jackson and his best friend Noah that there were some eerie similarities between the two main couples in the book and their own lives. As he looked down at the cover of the book called Medieval Tyrant, Jen said “You have to read the first page, quick, then get your ass over here already.”
He looked at Jen in the foreground of the mirror, then glanced back to the book. He opened it and read aloud. 'Prince Daven looked at the mirror he was holding, while his wife Eliza, the niece of the Queen of Kailyn Island, lay impatiently on their bed. He took a break from his thoughts and
realized there was something about his gorgeous well-tied wife struggling in the foreground that meant he couldn't waste any more time.'
“No way, You planned this.” Jackson looked at his own new wife in the foreground of their mirror. He turned to face her, with the book in his hand. “You set this all up just to show me how much we were like these characters in the book? I already said I would read it.” He smiled then went back to the book with curiosity written all over his face.
Reading more into the page he was on, he said “Like damn, we are a lot like them. This whole scene, you tied to the bed, waiting for me while I was looking at books and trying to move a damned mirror. That's exact to the start of the book. You have an amazing and devious mind. Did I tell you that today, yet?” Jen would have smiled more, but she were more turned on now than anything else.
Like the character in the book, her gorgeous man had her waiting on their bed, tied at the wrists and her ankles spreadeagled. She tugged at the scarves and tried to reach the knot holding the one on her right wrist, but it was out of reach. Her frustration was building and getting intense.
Jen loved how good it felt to struggle against restraints. The feeling translated straight from her wrists to her pussy, as she tugged against them over and over again. Her nipples got instantly hard by her struggles, feeling the soft scarf tied well around her wrists. Her pussy was very wet as she thought of all the things her new husband could, and would do with her. She had no way of stopping him. The bed was so soft, covered in glorious satin sheets that were the silkiest she had ever felt.
A beautiful flowery and fresh breeze came in from the large ornate window overlooking the garden, and permeated the whole room. The fragrance was like a cross between roses and fresh cut grass. It was early on a late July morning, and despite it being warm and comfortable outside, the bedroom was starting to get steamy. At least for Jen.
Jackson had such an amazing body, with perfectly sculpted muscles all over, and the most gorgeous, piercing deep brown eyes that had a way of looking not just at her, but deep into her soul. That was of course when he was actually looking at her, and not the book in his hand. He was always so easily distracted, and his ability to keep his attention on just one thing was horrendous. Attention Deficit Disorder is what they call it. She used it to set this little scene up, knowing exactly how and when to distract him. but now she couldn't be any more turned on.
Jen finally shook her head. “How about you forget the damned book for one moment. Your new wife is still attached to our bed. Remember me?” She said as she'd had enough, there wasn’t much point in her struggling on the bed without him paying attention to her. His reaction to her writhing was all part of the fun and excitement of their game. She didn't want him to read the whole damned book.
She fought harder against the scarves as her husband turned his head back to her to watch. He had that gleam in his eye and looked ready to pounce. She tugged at the restraints with a growing excitement. He too was noticeably excited, with his cock bulging out from his blue boxers. She could see he was almost ready to take her, just the way she wanted to be taken. He threw the book to his right, it landed on the floor. He jumped on the bed, and straddled her struggling body.
She stared at his muscular chest and arms and wanted him all over her. His body was like the faceless body she had masturbated to for years, whether it be with toys, the shower head or her own fingers. His face had the handsome features of his family, a strong chin, a year-long tan, and a pair of eyes that could see right through her.
The game was called 'Dragon', it was their special game and was the perfect formula to quickly bringing their relationship to the next level. A romantic would say it was like a 'meeting of their souls'. Whichever way it was viewed, playing Dragon allowed the couple to get to know each other inside out, they could simply be themselves, as they struggled and even cried. Everything and anything was allowed, as long as the word “Dragon” wasn't spoken. No amount of screaming or begging would stop the game. That's how they both loved it. Who wouldn't? She took the game from that very book that he just threw.
Since they married in secret, less than a week earlier, everything was a first for the young couple. The first time making love on the floor, the first time on the roof, the first time on the beach, which they didn’t like due to the sand getting in places th
at it wasn't wanted. Generally though their firsts were experiences they both cherished and looked forward to. Although, the first time watching themselves make love while married, had to wait, thanks to the super-heavy mirror that Jackson couldn't move. Maybe next time.
Jen felt like she was already on fire, she was so horny that how she felt were almost indescribable. All she needed now was to struggle some more and for Jackson to enter her. His beautiful chest made her heart race. His scent alone brought her to a special place in her fantasy world. She was just about there.
Another sweet breeze of scents from the flower garden outside enveloped the room. It was perfection for her. All that was needed was for Jackson to be more serious and take her. What was he waiting for?
He smiled, the wicked smile that always made her throb inside. Watching him take in her body with his eyes made her pulse even faster. He licked his lips like a predator eyeing his well-deserved prey.
“Let me go now,” she ordered. Jackson licked his lips again after dropping his boxers to the floor. He didn't take her, yet. She knew her struggles turned him on just as much as it turned her on. He was now more than ready to take her. The need and desire was written all over his face as he rubbed against her ever so slowly with his now hard cock. It drove her crazy. What was he waiting for? She wanted him in her...Now.
Jen struggled, and fought hard as she tried to move her arms and feet. “Get off me now or I'll scream...” She demanded, but in return, he put his right hand firmly over her mouth and used his left to grab her hair behind her head. She couldn't move her head at all, her attempts at screaming were no use, all that could be heard was “mmmfff.” The sound went no further than their bedroom, which was situated on a private estate in South Hampton. No one could hear her, not with his hand over her mouth. Her excitement was nearly off the charts.
She started to enter her zone, but he still didn't take her. He slowly rubbed against her as if he were making love to her and inside her, except his cock was still only massaging the outside of her pussy, it was hard and warm and driving her insane with lust. He kept her hand gagged, but still didn't enter her. His body lay on top of her to control her, with his elbows on either side of her head.
There was something about not being able to move, with her lover totally in control that made Jen wild with desire. He used the control he had over her to tease her with his hard-on. Being gagged as she was, she knew she only needed to hum a tune, any tune or song for the game to end. But not her, she was her man's prisoner and he knew that better than anyone. She would rather struggle against the bonds and feel his body holding her down than to end the game. She tried to scream again and her excitement enhanced her pleasure by fighting against her man's control over her.
She fought against the scarves and his firm grip on her mouth and head. She fought with every ounce of strength for over thirty seconds straight, and was almost out of breathe, having to breathe through her nose. She still couldn't move or utter a sound. He had her. There was nothing she could do to get free, the bed was wet underneath her, from her own pussy. She was super lubricated, but only with Jackson. Only he could do this to her. Now he had her body and soul.
His eyes locked onto hers. She could see the internal struggle he was having. He wanted to fuck her brains out but... he didn't. Why the hell not? Instead, he kept rubbing her with his long hard shaft. She all but pleaded with her eyes, for him just to take her. He'd taken her while she had been tied and gagged many times. But he still he just teased.
Jackson knew this was about trust as much as it was control. Jen trusted him with her life, and he trusted her with his. She stared into his beautiful brown eyes, and still he didn't enter her. She fought again, but this time not as much as before. He released her hair from his hand's grip and used his free hand to massage her left breast and then her right. His cock continued to rub against her pussy, it glided over her clit, which sent waves of heat through her body. He wanted to show her he could do anything to her. She was just his toy, there for his own pleasure. But he gave her her own sweet erotic pleasure.
With total control, he gave her the intense sensations that she lusted over. His left hand massaging each breast in turn while his right hand was still firmly clasped over her mouth. His cock put pressure over her entire pussy. Her clit too felt his cock rubbing against it. Jen stared into his eyes and felt the scarves biting into her wrists and ankles, while her breasts and pussy were stimulated, it became too much for her. It was like the muscle inside her was a spring being compressed. Tighter and tighter until it released. An overload of pleasure swept through her body. A wave of heat, tingling from her toes to her spine and back to her toes. Her eyes lost focus and closed as her body convulsed in pleasure.
She exploded. In the first few seconds of her orgasm her vision blurred and eyes teared up. Her back would have arched, had he not been on top of her. In a brief flash of a second she saw Jackson's mouth open in surprise, watching her writhe around and continue to struggle in her bonds. Another wave of ecstasy overwhelmed her as he continued to keep her from opening her mouth. She felt her nerves twitching, and her insides felt tighter as the muscles of her pussy clenched, gyrated and convulsed. His hand muffled her moans as the sensations grew stronger. Waves of electricity shot from her center, spreading all the way to her fingers and toes. Waves of glorious tickling, electrical heat and pressure sped up and almost felt violent inside her. Finally heat was sent to every part of her body.
His skin on her lips felt heavenly. He knew it. He kept rubbing against her, and with her mouth still closed from the firm clench of his hand. She hit her high and started to relax, but he still didn't let go. Not just yet. He waited for her to lay completely still, exhausted and fulfilled, and breathing hard through her nose. Only then did he take his hand from her mouth. Her legs still twitching.
Jackson sat up slightly and tilted his head “That's a first. You’ve never had an orgasm with me only rubbing against you like that before.” Jen licked her lips and struggled for a few seconds in the scarves. She was still breathing so heavily that she couldn’t talk. She wanted to tell him to 'Shut the fuck up' as her body basked in the sensations of her orgasm. The pleasure took its time with her body. She blew out some air and didn't quite finish composing herself from the wave of heat and tingles that had taken over. Her legs were just starting to stop their spasms. After laying still for a few moments, she looked at her wrists and feigned a struggle which was their signal to get untied.
She would grow stiff and get uncomfortable quickly after she came, so they always agreed to untie each other immediately. It didn’t mean the fun was over though, in fact, it was merely just an intermission. He quickly untied her, and she couldn’t help but to stare at his ass as he set her ankles free. All the while she breathed heavily. Her face aglow from the sex. Jackson lay himself next to his wife. He was nuzzling his face in her neck with one leg over her body. Still rock hard, he started to gyrate against her leg slowly. Jen so wished he took her, at least that way he would be as satisfied as she now was.
She blew out some more air in an exaggerated fashion and pulled her head back to look into his eyes “My orgasms are getting more and more intense. Just the idea of you holding me prisoner, and fighting against you is enough to make me feel like I'm in heaven.” She stroked his hair with her left hand. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
He smiled “What am I going to do with this?” he had his cute 'innocent look' as she called it, on his face as he leaned back slightly and glanced down to show her his sweet, hard eight inches. He looked down to his hard-on, then back into Jen's eyes. She smiled and licked her lips.
“Would I ever leave you hanging?” She teased and reached down to grab hold of his cock. Nestling in his neck, she smelled his skin as she stroked him. The smooth skin of his neck and smell of his hair excited her yet again. The look of his muscled chest could get her started up again in an instant.
“Do you want to take me? I'm ready if you do.�
� She said.
Jen wanted to make her husband happy more than anything. His recent history had left serious scars that were deep and troublesome. This made him even more adorable and exciting to her. He was, after all hers, and only hers. As vulnerable as he was, at least he was now in total control of his world. He was the embodiment of lust, sex and love.
Jackson was her fantasy before she had even come to know him. She stroked him, as he leaned into her body, and started to kiss her neck. She reflected on how strange life was.
Here she was laying with her husband. He was a gorgeous billionaire who was truly deep in love with her. It never bothered her that he inherited his wealth, all that mattered was that they were both so perfectly in tune with each other.
It had only been a month prior, that he first made his way to the Hamptons. His father, a revolutionary entrepreneur, and self-made billionaire had been shot and killed. Jackson came to the Hamptons after being helped by his bodyguard to fake his own death, it was either that, or he really would die. He came only with his best friend Noah. The who’s, what’s and where’s of the past month was a cluster-fuck of epic proportions.
It all started only four weeks earlier. Life can surely change in an instant. Their life together was proof. Holy shit...was all she could think as she stroked him.
Four weeks earlier.
Jen sat in the garden of the Russo Estate in Southampton, New York. Her Aunt Diane had been the manager of this estate for Lorenzo Russo, the self-made billionaire tycoon who had two estates side by side, both worth over 20 million dollars each. One would be worth 30 million had it not have been for the flooding that was a norm for the area. Every decade or so, the one property would be washed out by the ocean, and another rich idiot would then build yet another mansion in its place, regardless of knowing the inevitable. 20 million dollars meant nothing to those who owned the mansions along the shore.