Intense: A Dark Billionaire Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  “I want it,” I say, and I know I’m not lying. I want this badly. I want to suck his cock or take him deep inside of me, whatever he wants. I’ve been aching to taste him, to make him feel good. Not just because I was hired to do that, but because it’s him and he deserves it.

  “Good girl,” he says, and lets me go.

  I open my mouth and take the tip of his cock between my lips. He groans and moves forward, sliding it deeper into my mouth.

  I can barely take him, but I try anyway. He’s so thick but I want him, want him inside of my mouth. I pull back and slide forward, sucking him, rolling my tongue along his skin. His groans of pleasure send waves of joy along my spine, and I love the way he tastes. It’s such a strange feeling, loving the way he can so easily control me and take me. I feel both sexy and helpless and totally turned on.

  I know I can end this at any time if I say the word, but I don’t want to. He takes my hair and presses me down, and I let his cock go into my throat. I suppress a gag, tears springing into my eyes in reaction, but I just ignore them. I pull back and start to suck him faster, concentrating on the tip. I want to use my hands on his enormous cock, but I can’t.

  “Fuck, girl,” he grunts. “Watching you suck my cock, helpless like that, makes me fucking insane.”

  I groan with his cock in my mouth. He presses me back down and I take him, wanting him so badly. He starts to fuck my mouth, sliding himself in and out, but not pushing himself too deep. He seems to sense my limit, and he doesn’t cross the line. He tests it, pressing himself deep enough that I almost want to gag, but pulls back just before.

  “You’re a perfect fucking pet,” he whispers, cock sliding in and out of my mouth. “Look at you, sexy as fuck with my cock in your mouth. You like being tied up and sucking cock, don’t you?”

  I moan, nodding my head, eyes up at him. He pulls out of my mouth then kisses me deeply. It’s the most intimate kiss I’ve ever experienced, and I wish it wouldn’t end. But he pulls back and slides his cock back into my mouth.

  He fucks my lips, holding onto my hair, and starts to push my boundary. I want him to, I want to see how far I can take him. He slides himself deeper into my throat and I suppress another gag, ignoring the tears that spring to my eyes. They’re just stupid responses of my body. I want to control them. I press forward, leaning into him, until I have his entire cock in my throat.

  “Oh fuck,” he groans, half laughing from the joy and pleasure. “You’re fucking incredible.” He pulls back and I gasp, looking up at him, smiling.

  “Fuck,” he says again, kissing me, and presses his cock back in my mouth.

  I work him with, moving my neck, bobbing my head along his cock, not afraid to be sloppy. I don’t care at this point. I let my spit cover his cock as he fucks my mouth and I suck him, my tongue running along his whole length, his groans filling my ears.

  I can tell he’s close, and I want him to come. I want to taste him, swallow him, make him know that I want him to feel good. I want to lick him clean when he’s finished and spoil him as much as he spoils me.

  His hips move faster, fucking my mouth, and I keep pace with him. I take him, moaning as he fucks my mouth, and his groans get louder. His fingers curl through my hair, holding it tightly, and I know he’s there.

  His cum fills my mouth as he grunts through the orgasm. I keep moving, sucking him fast, swallowing every single drop as he explodes into my throat. I use my tongue to gather it all from his tip and slowly I finish, pulling back and licking him clean.

  “Fuck,” he grunts when he’s done. He steps back, flush and gaping at me. “That was fucking incredible.”

  I smile at him. “Good. I wanted it to be.”

  He pulls his briefs back up and sits down on a chair, watching me. I watch him back and cock my head. “What?” I ask.

  “You’re beautiful,” he says. “Fucking beautiful. You know that?”

  I look away, surprised that I’m blushing. “Thanks,” I say.

  He stands and walks over to me. He tips my head back and kisses me again, long and slow.

  I lose myself in that kiss, enjoying it and asking for nothing more. Finally he breaks off and unties my hands.

  “I have to go to work,” he says as I stand up.

  “Okay,” I say, stretching my legs. My knees are a little sore and my ass still tingles, but that’s not bad. “Will you be back later?”

  He nods. “I will if I can. Promise. If not tonight, tomorrow morning.”

  “Good.” I walk up to him and put my hands on his chest. “Don’t leave me here alone.”

  “I won’t.”

  I kiss him softly, his hands on my hips. We linger there for a second, and it feels good, so freaking good. Almost as if it’s normal, and we do this all the time.

  He kisses me one more time then leaves. He shuts the door softly behind him, and I’m left alone again.

  I’m buzzing as I take a shower. I can’t stop thinking about him, about Ethan, and what I’m becoming. Maybe I really am his pet. When this is all over, and it’s time to leave, am I going to be able to walk away?

  I can’t think about that right now. He probably won’t even want me. He did only buy me for a month. Maybe he’ll get tired of me by the end. That’ll hurt, hurt a lot, but it’ll be okay. I’ll survive it, I hope.

  For now though, I have to enjoy it. Really enjoy it. I’ve been given a gift, something I never expected, and now I just have to accept it and be in it for as long as I can.

  15

  Ethan

  I can’t get Aria out of my head at all that morning. I’m practically buzzing with desire for her even hours after I last saw her.

  Knowing that she’s back in my house, sitting in that room and waiting for me drives me insane. I know she’s there for me and nobody else, and nobody else can touch her. I didn’t expect to feel this possessive of her, but there’s something about the fact that she’s entirely mine and mine alone that brings me immense satisfaction.

  It was stupid of me to back away from her for that week. I freaked out a little bit when I realized that my self-control was waning around her, but that shouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. Isn’t the whole point of having her to let myself have some fun?

  There is danger in this. Aria’s tantrum was public and problematic, but I can’t really blame her. I would have felt much the same way if I were cooped up in a room for days with nothing to do. Even at my home where everything is provided for her, it would still be so easy to feel incredibly lonely. I neglected her and I deserved that punishment.

  It won’t happen again. Not after this morning. Not after last night. I lean back at my desk and take a deep breath. It’s around noon and I have a lunch appointment with Richard Taylor soon, but I’m not really thinking about that.

  My mind is only on her. And what her next punishment will be.

  I want to fuck her so badly I can barely stand it. Frankly, it’s taking all of my willpower not to leave work in the middle of the day and go home to have her. I know that would be irresponsible of me, considering the important business I need to get through today, but god damn. I know she’s so close to genuinely wanting it, if she doesn’t already. She’s on the edge and I want to tip her over.

  I want to taste every inch of her. That skin, smooth and perfect, and those perfect pink little nipples. And her pussy, delicious little pussy, I want to feel it wrapped around my cock. I want to make her scream my name as I fuck her deep and rough. At this point, I almost don’t care if she begs for it first or not.

  I’m sure I’ll make her beg for it once she gets a little taste.

  I take a deep breath and glance at the clock. I need to get going. And I need to stop thinking about this. My plan was to seduce her, and that’s still my plan. I’m close to getting it just right, and so I need to stay patient and in some measure of control. I have about three more weeks for this, and that’s plenty of time. Besides, I can always buy her again if I want more time.

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sp; I call for a car then get up and head out. My secretary tells me where the meeting is supposed to be, this little Italian bistro a few blocks away, and then I head downstairs to get into the waiting car.

  We drive the short trip to the restaurant and I have to force myself not to think about Aria at all during the drive. I need to concentrate.

  This deal with Robert is getting dicey. He’s an intense man with an intense fortune, and he’s always playing to win. Everything with him is a game. He doesn’t care if something is mutually beneficial or not, he just wants to win, whatever he believes winning actually means. That’s just the kind of man Robert is. Nothing else matters to him but the deal, and it’s getting fucking exhausting.

  This shouldn’t be as difficult as it is, but Robert can’t make it easy. We both stand to profit here, but he wants to make sure his bottom line is the best it can possibly be by pushing back against me. Maybe he thinks I’m weak and ripe for pillaging or some shit, but he’s in for a surprise.

  The driver drops me out front and I head inside. Robert is at a booth toward the center of the restaurant, and I head over to him. He smiles and stands as I approach.

  “Ethan,” he says. “Glad you came.” We shake hands and then sit back down.

  “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I say.

  “Did you see the latest contracts?” he asks, diving right into business.

  That’s not like him. He seems laser focused today for some reason. He’s normally much more interested in shooting the shit and drinking, but today he’s having only water and a simple sandwich for lunch.

  I don’t let that get to me, though. We dive into the contracts and start negotiating clauses. He’s quibbling about the silliest, most worthless shit, and a half hour passes. I almost want to fucking yell at him to get over himself, but I know that’s not productive.

  The meeting wears on until finally Richard leans back in his seat and orders a whisky from the waitress. I can tell that he’s done discussing and so am I. Richard is an arrogant bastard, but I want this deal to go through. It’d be damn good for both of us.

  But I can’t keep doing this. “What are we doing here, Richard?” I ask him.

  “What do you mean?”

  “From the start of this, you don’t seem like you want this deal to happen. Do you really give a shit about lighting renovations?”

  He watches me for a second, a small smile on his face. “No,” he admits, although just ten minutes earlier he was trying to get a clause in the contract that states we can’t change lighting fixtures for two years to “preserve his brand,” which is utter shit.

  I sigh and lean back in my seat, at least happy to get some truth from him. “Okay then. Tell me what you want.”

  The waitress comes back with his drink and he grins at me, taking a swig. He leans forward toward me, that grin still on his face. “I’ve been reading about you for years, Ethan,” he says.

  I raise an eyebrow. “So?” I ask. “Business reporters love to make shit up.”

  “Sure, sure. They really do. But to be completely honest with you, Ethan, it’s been pissing me off. A lot. For a long time.”

  “You’re angry that the media is covering me?”

  “No,” he says, laughing. “No, I’m angry that they’re covering you and not me. I used to be the young hotshot, you know. Everything they say about you, they used to say about me.”

  “They still write about you all the time,” I say softly, beginning to get a bad feeling.

  “Never good. Not anymore. They’re biased against me.”

  “So, what? You have a grudge against the media and you’re taking it out on me?”

  He shrugs. “More or less. I also don’t like you, Ethan. I think you’re an arrogant piece of shit with no talent and no experience. You come from nothing because you are nothing.”

  I stare at him for a second then slide out of the booth. “We’re done here. You can keep your building. Good luck trying to pay for it.”

  “Wait,” he says. “I have something you want to hear.”

  “I think I’m done listening to your shit, Richard.”

  I turn to leave.

  “That was quite the performance she threw,” Richard says, and I pause. “Dresses all over the street? How much money did she throw out your window?”

  I slowly turn back toward him, wrestling to keep my face straight. “What are you talking about?”

  “Sit back down,” he says softly.

  I hesitate. I hate to do what he tells me, but I know this could be very bad for me. I don’t know how much he has or how he even knows about Aria’s tantrum. I sit down slowly, prepared to listen.

  If he has pictures, I’m fucked. I don’t know how I can explain that one away. It won’t ruin me, of course, but I can’t afford a scandal right now. Not when we’re in the middle of intense negotiations and a merger. They could still walk away, and all of this work, plus millions of dollars, would be wasted. My reputation probably wouldn’t recover.

  I watch him, keeping a level head, trying to remain cool. I wasn’t about to panic or freak out, not now. I can’t show weakness to this man. He’ll pounce the moment I show even the slightest hesitation.

  “What do you think you know?” I ask him, not breaking eye contact.

  “I know that you have a woman living in your house,” he says. “I don’t know who this woman is, since we unfortunately didn’t get a picture of her, which is curious in itself. But she recently decided to throw a very public and very loud tantrum. Does that sound right?”

  “So you don’t know anything,” I say.

  He smiles. “I know what you’re thinking right now, Ethan. You’re thinking, maybe I don’t have pictures. Maybe you’re safe.” He leans toward me, his smile getting bigger. “You’re not safe. Not at all.”

  I watch him, restraining myself from striking out at him. “Proof,” I say.

  He holds up his phone. There’s a picture of my house with clothing lying in the street.

  “See?” he asks.

  “How do you have this?”

  “I hired someone to watch you, of course,” he says. “Well, a few someones. I do this with every person I enter into negotiations with. Comes in handy.”

  “You’ve been following me,” I say flatly.

  “My people have, yes. And they got some good shots.”

  My heart is hammering in my chest but I do my best not to show him. “What do you want?” I ask.

  “Lighting. Statues. Carpeting. Any little fucking thing I want. Understand?”

  He wants my fucking balls in the palm of his hand, that’s what he wants. He doesn’t care about anything else but that. “We’ll talk,” I say and stand.

  “We won’t talk. You’ll do as I say or I’ll leak this. Plus the nice video.”

  “Set up another meeting with my secretary.” I turn and quickly walk away.

  If I sat there any longer, I would have given in to him. I know it. I would do it just to protect my company, but also to protect Aria. Her tantrum did cause some issues, and I can only imagine how this is going to snowball.

  It’s not entirely her fault. She couldn’t have known what her actions would do. She’s a good person and just wanted a little attention.

  But now she’s going to have to deal with the consequences.

  16

  Aria

  I stretch lazily, watching some daytime television show. It’s not even good, but I can’t help myself. The day is moving so slow after Ethan stopped in this morning and I feel antsy already.

  I can’t wait to see him again. I don’t know when that’ll be, but I hope it’s sooner rather than later. I can feel something beginning between us, and I can’t exactly say what it is.

  This life has been strange. Everything seems to have led me here, from living with my abusive piece of shit father to running away and becoming a junky. Now I’m trying to get my life together and I’m given to Ethan, a man that can easily save me.

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nbsp; But I don’t know if I want to be saved. I want to put myself back together, not be fixed by some man. I know he could do it, and could do it easily, but I don’t know if that’s what I want.

  Maybe it’s better if I don’t let myself get too close. Maybe it’s better if I stay here, quietly and obediently, and just do whatever he asks whenever he asks. I simply don’t get too close and when this is all over, we can go our separate ways.

  I know I’m fooling myself. That feeling is still inside of me, growing and getting deeper every time I’m around him. I know that soon it’ll consume me, and I’ll be unable to stop myself. I know it, deep down inside, but I can’t admit it to myself. Not yet, at least.

  My thoughts drift in and out of consciousness as I sit there and watch television. It’s around one in the afternoon, maybe a little after, but I’m not really sure. Lunch came and went already, so I know it’s past noon at least.

  As I’m sitting there, I suddenly hear the elevator doors ding open down the hall. That usually means that Jenkins is coming to drop something off, but I didn’t call him. I perk up, curious.

  There’s a knock at the door and then it opens. My heart nearly leaps from my chest.

  It’s him. I know it’s him. Nobody else barges into my room like that.

  Ethan comes around the corner.

  “Hey,” I say, standing.

  His face is intense and I can’t read his expression. He looks angry. His normally pristine clothing looks rumpled, like he walked quickly to get here or something, and he’s breathing fast. His eyes pierce into mine, and for a second, I’m afraid.

  He walks right up to me without saying a word, takes my hips, and kisses me.

  I melt into the kiss, surprised as hell. He pulls me tight against him and I wrap my arms around his muscular neck. He kisses me hard, his tongue against mine and I lose myself in it, instantly knowing I needed this.

  It’s like I’m dreaming. All day long I’ve been sitting around, thinking about him, wondering what he’s doing and now here he is, barging into my room and kissing me. It’s exactly what I wanted. I don’t know why he’s here, since he’s normally working around now, but I can’t complain.