by Alexia Praks
He took her hand and led her out toward the stairs that’d lead them out of the restaurant.
“Wait,” Savanah said breathlessly. “Wait, William. Slow down. I can’t walk that fast in these heels.”
He laughed. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he said, slowing his pace a little to accommodate her.
Savanah was indeed grateful for his consideration. At the same time, however, she was more than a little nervous at the prospect of what was about to happen once they had gotten back to the penthouse.
He’d be making love to her again, she knew. Instantly, her heart raced and her tummy fluttered. It had only been two weeks, hadn’t it when he had first took her virginity? When he made her scream in pleasure and yet cried in pain at the same time.
On their way back in the car, she wondered yet again where she’d be now if her step-mother hadn’t drugged her that night and put her up for auction at that underground market selling girls into prostitution. What if William hadn’t happen to be there? Why was he there in the first place?
It had been a shock to find out that the guy you had saved and had fallen for some five years ago turned out to be a billionaire elite who ruled Las Vegas City and its underground business world. Worst yet when you realized he bought you for five millions as a mistress, a pet of sort for his amusement.
Savanah sneaked a peek at the man beside her driving the sports car. She marveled at his angelic form and wondered yet again why he’d buy her and keep her at his side of all the beautiful girls he had met. Surely, there’d be numerous of them waiting impatiently for his approval to be by his side? As far as she knew, she was his first and only mistress and pet. Sure, he had flings here and there, she knew that. What billionaire didn’t?
An abrupt turning of the car followed by a sudden halt made Savanah gasped in fright. Her heart was racing as she looked about her in confusion. She noted that they were in a small corner of a street within the city. In the distance, vehicle flew by and people were going about their night life.
William switched off the engine and turned to her. Savanah noted that his eyes were dark when he said, “Stop looking at me like that.”
“What?” she asked, confused.
He smiled darkly. “You’re begging me to continue, sweetheart.”
Savanah body went weak all of a sudden. “I wasn’t begging,” she said softly.
William moved toward her and kissed her on the lips. Savanah sighed and closed her eyes, savoring the taste, smell, and touch of the man she loved to the deepest part of her soul, the man she knew was so stubborn and cold that she knew no matter how warm and deep her love was for him, she could never reached him. This was enough, she told herself. At least she was with him, receiving his kisses and his touches and the pleasure he gave her. Those were her beautiful moments and she’d cherish it.
When he moved his head back, she whispered, “William? Not here. We’re in the car.”
He wasn’t listening to her, however, as he moved his lips down her throat, kissing and licking her sensitive skin. He pealed down the collar of his dress and cupped his hand about her breast.
Savanah gasped. “No, William. You can’t. Not here. Please.”
“Shh…” He made the sound. “Be a good pet.”
He slipped his hand in between her leg and applied pressured against her pussy.
Savanah groaned and clutched onto him for dear life. Her whole body shuddered in delicious sensation as he continued to stroke her down there.
“William,” she groaned softly. “Oh, William.”
William kissed her again passionately, his tongue playing havoc with her as his hands continued to caress her down there.
Chapter 18
Mia
When James reluctantly ended our passionate kiss and pulled back, I was flushed and my mind was in a muddled mess. I was breathless as my body shook ardently, my core heating up knowingly.
“Come on,” James said, shoving his chair back and standing. “I can’t wait any longer.”
My heart raced at his blunt words, and my tummy fluttered deliciously. “But what about dessert?” I asked.
Needless to say, I was looking forward to some chocolate brownies with vanilla custard, topped off with ice cream and strawberries. It sounded so delicious when I’d read it in the menu prior to our meal this evening.
James chuckled and leaned toward me. With his warm breath fanning my skin and his eyes dark with a sense of urgent desire, he said, “You’re my dessert, remember?”
My heart skipped a beat in response to his seductive words. I licked my lips in anticipation. Of course, at this point, I was at a loss for words.
James took my hands and led me toward the stairs. I obliged without protest as I stared at his large hands that easily and warmly clasped over mine.
It felt nice, I thought, to have my hand enveloped by his. It made me feel like I belonged to him... with him… together… forever.
We left the restaurant a few moments later, and in the sports car, I once again stared at James’s masculine hands on the steering wheel, comfortably and confidently controlling the car. The longer I gazed at those capable hands, the deeper I was drawn, losing myself in my wild, erotic imagination. I imagined those hands caressing every inch of me, stroking me and touching me, making my body squirm in delightful pleasure that was hard to describe.
“Stop staring at me like that, Mia.” James’s voice, dark and deep, came my way.
I jolted in my seat in response and blushed profusely. “Sorry,” I said, flicking my eyes away guiltily. Of course, I had no idea why I was apologizing. Why should I apologize to him? I liked staring at him, taking in his masculine gorgeousness. What was wrong with that? It was a free country after all. Besides, I knew most women liked staring at him, too, since he was so handsome.
He moved one hand to caress my cheek, which drew my attention back to him. “Not too long now,” he said, a dark smile on his lips.
It was weird, wasn’t it? Only a few weeks ago, I could have never imagined my life to be like this, becoming the billionaire James Maxwell’s mistress because of my brother and two million dollars and being lovingly ravished by him on a daily basis.
With any other man, I was sure I wouldn’t have enjoyed it as much—being with James and him kissing me and touching me and everything else we did in the bedroom. With any other man, I was sure I’d freak out and dread the forthcoming encounter and would hate every second of it. But with James, it was different. With James, I wanted him to do so many naughty, erotic things to me, things I’d never thought of or imagined before I’d met him.
I turned my attention to the streets of Las Vegas as the car sped by, a secret smile playing about my lips.
Pet.
I was James’s pet. For now, I supposed that was enough for me. But I knew for certain that very soon, I’d want more. Very soon, I’d want James’s love and heart as well. And if I couldn’t get those, what would I do?
We arrived at the hotel some fifteen minutes later, and the moment James closed and locked the door, he eyed me with intense sexual desire.
I stood by the sofa, gazing at his chest, at the pale-blue shirt, black silk tie, black waistcoat and jacket. He was sleek and handsome—fitting for a billionaire. Oddly enough, at this very moment, with me standing here before him, I felt I was one of those girls who had caught a young, hot billionaire’s eye and he’d brought back to his hotel room to have a night of erotic adventure.
That particular scenario did not sit well with me, and I was suddenly nervous and found it hard to look James straight in the eye. Indeed, I knew in my gut tonight he’d make me do things that were completely new to me, things that would turn my world upside down, things that would make me cry and experience a sort of intense sexual depth that was so far beyond my understanding I would lose myself in the process. Yes, I’d definitely be losing myself to him again tonight.
James came over to me. He took a seat on the sofa and crossed one leg over the other.
The way he sat and that particular dark gaze he had informed me of his power within this erotic dance we were about to begin. The intensity of his eyes did nothing to ease my nervousness nor my racing heart.
Gosh! I had been ravished by James many times already since we’d begun our stormy, unconventional arrangement. Yet I could still never stop the nervousness from emerging every time we were about to begin our erotic sessions. Of course, the situation was made worse by the way he was looking at me with those beautiful Prussian-blue eyes of his. Not to mention that aloof, arrogant, handsome smirk playing about his lips that made my core ache with the knowledge that soon, he’d be ravishing me to his heart’s content. Soon, I’d be beneath him and writhing wildly, crying and begging for more.
Then again, I had to admit when it came to James and sex, I could never guess what he’d make me do. More specifically, what he’d do to me. The fact that only last night and the night before he had made me cry while he vigorously fucked me didn’t leave a doubt in my mind that there was more to come in the future. And I knew tonight was one of those future scenarios where there’d be more to come. What would he make me do this time? Would he make me cry again? Would he…?
Gosh! I was still clueless when it came to these sexual things. When I had first met with him, I’d known I wanted him to ravish me in every way he wanted, but I could never have imagined the specifics, the details.
I raised my eyes to the handsome man before me, and I wondered if I should get changed first. After all, he seemed content just sitting there watching me, his eyes dark, not uttering a word. Soon it was becoming awkward for me to just stand there before him like some mannequin on show, and I decided to take a step back.
“Strip for me, Mia,” he said suddenly, which made me jump in my spot.
I blinked. “What?”
He smiled darkly, his eyes twinkling. “Strip for me.”
I folded my arms across my chest and frowned. “Why?” I asked.
He chuckled. “Because I want to see you strip, and I want to see that lingerie on you.”
I blushed immediately at the sudden reminder of that flimsy lingerie he’d ordered me to wear.
“All right,” I said, feeling embarrassed all of a sudden. “But don’t laugh because I don’t look good in it.”
Of course, I’d preferred I didn’t have to show him the see-through, sexy lingerie on me, but I knew I had no choice in the matter. If I were to refuse him, I knew I’d displease him. The result wouldn’t be good.
I moved to unzip the back, but of course, it was difficult. My slow and awkward progress must have amused as well as irritated him, because he called out, “Come over here.”
I sighed and reluctantly stepped over to him.
Standing mere inches from him and with my back to him, I bent my knees so my back was level with his eyes. Once he managed to unzip my dress halfway, I said, “Thanks,” and shrugged the material down my shoulders.
He watched me intensely as I slowly slipped it down the rest of my body, and the moment the garment hit the floor around my feet, I held my breath. My stomach kept flipping in nervousness as I waited impatiently for James to say something.
He didn’t, which made me even more nervous. I concentrated and tried to stay calm by keeping my mind off how awful I must look.
Sure, James had seen me naked many times before. Though, he did say he liked my body and that I looked better with nothing on… So me in this sexy garment, a type of garment that was meant to enhance and entice—what did he think now? Did it enhance my body, which in turn enticed him into wanting to make love to me?
Oh God! I didn’t know, and the look on his face didn’t tell me much. No, I was deluding myself there. The fact that he was staring at me with such intense sexual desire in his eyes that it made my breath catch at the back of my throat did tell me something, and that was the garment did its job.
Gosh! Now I wanted to see what I looked like. Then I promised myself there and then that I’d take a look at myself in the mirror tomorrow, when James wasn’t around, when he was at work, and when I was here all alone so I could scrutinize myself in detail.
James wrapped his hands around my waist, which made me jump at the sudden contact. Then he pulled me closer to him, embracing me, my flat belly right in his face. He leaned forward and gave my stomach a kiss, gently and slowly, as if he were savoring the moment. Then he gave me kisses there again and again while his hand caressed around my backside, his fingers playing and intertwining with my panties. I groaned in delight as my core twisted and burned with need.
“Come here,” he demanded, pulling me so that I sat on his lap.
I made myself comfortable, and once I did, he started kissing me again, this time on my lips, his mouth and tongue wild and passionate.
His tongue was stroking and licking against mine, exploring my every grove and lining, which was driving me insane. I wanted more… more kisses… more wildness… more James Maxwell.
“Mmm…” I groaned. “Mmm… Ahh…”
When he finally terminated our kiss, I was breathless and dazed. My body buzzed with sexual heat, while my core burned for him. I knew I was ready for him, and I knew my panties were already soaked.
James must have suspected, because he palmed me there, and I groaned in excitement at the sudden contact.
“Hmm…” I closed my eyes as I rested my forehead on his shoulder. “James.”
The arrogant billionaire chuckled. “You’re so wet,” he said. “Aren’t you an eager little pet?”
I raised my eyes to his, and I knew I must have had that particular radiant look on my face, telling him I was ready to be ravished again.
“Now, now,” he said teasingly. “Be patient, darling. That time will come soon enough.”
There was a twinkle within his eyes that I didn’t miss, nor the fact that he was amused as well as pleased with my reaction.
“Now then…” he said, his tone darker and more serious, which alerted me that something was up.
Chapter 19
Mia
I wasn’t wrong when he turned his attention to my breasts. My body just reacted immediately and flared with this intense sensation as James touched my right nipple through the flimsy material of the lingerie. I started hyperventilating as he continued to roll the bud between his finger and thumb, hard, pressuring the flesh until it was more than a little sore.
“James!” I gasped out breathlessly.
“Your breast is very sensitive now, isn’t it?” he stated bluntly.
I shook my head in response. No, I had no idea my breasts had become so sensitive to his touches. It was hurting, yet it was deliciously beautiful and pleasurable as well.
“Ahh…” I groaned. “James, it’s—”
Oh gosh! The pain and the pleasure, the two collided with each other and coursed through every nerve of my body. I felt myself quiver like a leaf in a storm as James pulled down the bits of material that covered my chest area, revealing my very aroused breasts. The flesh was plump, perky round, hard, and very sensitive to the touch.
I breathed heavily as James gazed at my breasts as if they were some sort of prized possession, which, of course, made my tummy flutter. My face was flushed red, my eyes bright, and my whole body squirmed and quivered. I knew I was a sight to behold.
What is he going to do next? I wondered contritely, as I knew he had more up his sleeves where this erotic torture was concerned.
He reached over to the coffee table and grabbed an expensive pen of gold.
A pen? What did he need a pen for?
I didn’t have to wait long to find out because he pressed on the button at the top of the pen so the ballpoint was retracted. This made the tip itself blunt, and I knew immediately it wasn’t going to be used for writing. James then licked the round tip with his tongue. That done, he placed it on my right breast, at the spot just above my nipple. He pressed it against my flesh hard, and I reacted as if my whole body were on fire.
I gasp
ed loudly as my whole body erupted with both pain and rapture, my core twisting and coiling into a frenzy of wild heat.
“James,” I cried out, my voice shaky. “It’s sore. Please stop it… I can’t… handle it… please…”
He didn’t listen to my pleading and began to make a circle around my nipple as he continued to press the pen hard into my flesh.
My whole body was shaking and tears brewed in my eyes as my core burned and ached to be ravished. Oh God! I wanted James’s cock! I wanted it now!
James leaned in and, with is face inches from me and his lips near my ear, he whispered, “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, Mia?”
What type of question was that? How could I answer him? This erotic torment was both painful and beautiful—it was so pleasurably stimulating, arousing my inner core to the brim with sexual heat, that it was driving me crazy.
When I didn’t answer, he said, “Tell me you like it, Mia.”
I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. All I could do was to bury my face against his shoulder for support as he continued to lovingly torture me, driving me to the brink of erogenous insanity.
I kept groaning and moaning, my voice weak and my body shaking as I clutched to him.
“James,” I begged. “Kiss me, please.”
He carelessly threw the pen back onto the coffee table. Then he smiled arrogantly. He was in control, with full power over my body, and it pleased him. “My pleasure,” he said.
His lips were hot and firm against mine, and when he forcefully plunged his tongue into my mouth, he was wild and passionate. Each stroke and each caress was powerful, forceful, wild, and passionate, which made me breathless and dizzy with the thought that maybe I could really die if he were to stop this amatory torment he was granting me.
I clung onto him for dear life as he continued to kiss me passionately until I was mindless, until I wanted nothing more than for him to ruthlessly ravish me until I was spent.
When he finally terminated our kiss, he turned his attention to my panties. He slipped his finger under the flimsy string, and then in one smooth motion, he pulled the whole thing, ripping them to pieces in the process.