His to Protect: A Second Chance Billionaire & Virgin Romance

by Vivien Vale

  I’m still not convinced she’s entirely mine, though, and that leaves me broody as fuck as I uncuff her.

  “You good?” I ask as she rubs her wrists.

  “Yeah. That was intense,” she says.

  “In a good way, right?”

  “Yes,” she says, suddenly seeming shy about what we just did. But then she flashes that beautiful smile, and I know I’m that much closer to winning her over for good.

  Sienna

  I just told Leo that being handcuffed to his bed in the middle of the fucking day was intense...but that is an understatement. It was wild and stormy and explosive. What is it about this guy that has me ready to be chained to his bedpost?

  And yet somehow in losing all freedom, I felt most free of all. Suddenly I wasn't in control anymore. I didn't have to worry about bills, or my job, or my reputation. I was just...free, soaring on cloud nine and ready to never look back.

  And in that release, those moments where I didn’t have to manage every facet of my life, I actually found myself more able to just be me.

  My submission to him feels more and more natural every day. He can dominate me because I know that what fuels that authority is a complete devotion and adoration of me...at least for the next month.

  And though I'll never tell him, that underlying protective tendency he has is a real turn on.

  "I've never been tied up before," I admit as we're lounging around naked in the mid-morning sun.

  His gray sheets are covered in so much sticky cum, delicious evidence of time very well spent. I love the filthy sight of it.

  "I like that."

  I grab his chin and pull it towards me so that we're eye to eye.

  "I mean it. It's not like other guys haven't tried, but I never trusted anyone enough to do that."

  His eyes flash. "God, Sienna. Fuck. That's not what I want to hear...you and other guys. I can't even imagine it. Don't tell me about other guys, or I might have to get the cuffs back out."

  It was a slip of the tongue. I never meant to set off his jealousy. If only he knew...that no one else can ever compare to him. The uncontrollable way he makes me feel tops everything, everyone.

  That’s what I was trying to tell him. That he’s the only one I’ve ever wanted to do all these things with. Do everything with.

  Everything with Leo is based on his need to contain me and make me his. What he doesn't know is that I'm pretty willing to let my reckless nature go.

  I don’t miss being so unrestrained because ultimately it’s led me to some pretty bad decisions...like being an escort under a guy that basically wants to pimp me out as a prostitute.

  While my intentions have always been pure, I haven't always put myself in the best situations, and that's why having Leo in charge is not such a bad thing.

  I can't believe I'm even admitting this to myself. I'm determined, though, to remain unbroken, even under his restraint.

  It's probably what he likes most about me. I'm wild and complete in my unrestricted nature and that'll never change. He can control me, but only if I allow it.

  "I think we should have a nice lunch on the balcony," I say. "Come on, the day is bright, the sun is shining."

  The nice thing about being in the penthouse of a casino is that Leo has full access to all kinds of world cuisine, especially when he’s the fucking boss.

  I smirk. I'll never tire of ordering up food and not having to cook.

  "Lunch? Sounds nice. But at some point, I'll have to get some work done today."

  "Should I call the concierge?" I ask.

  He kisses me.

  "No baby, you stay here and get ready. Let me handle everything."

  Fine by me. I sink back into the pillows and try to absorb the luxurious feeling of having been thoroughly fucked by the man of my dreams.

  Leo is no joke. He is very serious, and apparently very serious about me.

  I don't dare hope he'd ever give up his playboy ways, but for the moment it's me in his bed and no one else.

  Eventually, I feel like I’ve been lazy enough and that I need to haul myself out of bed. I go into the suite and wash off. Leo's got music blasting and it wakes me up to the fact that the day has officially begun.

  I apply my makeup perfectly. There's no better light than up here at the top of the world. I pick out a simple black bodysuit with lace detailing, black slacks, and Jimmy Choos.

  When I finally arrive on the terrace, Leo's jaw practically drops to the floor. He likes what he's seeing. I sit down to a white linen tablecloth and crystal glasses.

  "Mimosa?" he offers.

  "Could I ever say no to that?"

  He makes my drink and I ask what we're having.

  He goes inside to get the service tray from the kitchen. Then he reveals the perfectly plated brunch.

  He says, "Coffee-flavored Belgian waffles with homemade whipped cream."

  "Leo," I say, “that sounds amazing.” Wow. I have to say, Leo Asher knows how to take care of a woman.

  I dig in, ravenous from this morning.

  "It's so peaceful up here," I remark. "You're in the middle of the action and yet so removed. I could stay out here all day."

  "Well," he says. "You can. Why don't you lay out here, get a tan, order a massage, and then get ready to see me later tonight?"

  "That sounds perfect.”

  "You’re what’s perfect. But unfortunately, I have to escape to the office for a few hours, as much as I'd like to seduce you out here on the terrace."

  Hmm, that gives me an idea. Surely he has time for just one more round.

  I finish my mimosa and it gives me the liquid courage to make my move. Leo looks so good in his suit. But I'm dying to get him back out of it, to unleash his cock and give him one more reason to think about me today.

  "I'll lay out and work on my tan," I say as I casually remove my black pants so I'm wearing nothing but my lacy bodysuit.

  I immediately know my tactic works because his eyes are feasting on me. I make my way over to one of the lounge chairs and pretend to be up to nothing but getting some sun.

  He comes over just like I knew he would. He's like a puppy, standing right next to my chair. He’s not the only one with some control, even though he’d never admit it.

  "Hey." I peer up through the brightness. "You're blocking my sun."

  "Come here," he says.

  I sit up, and he pulls his cock free from the expensive pants. It's standing at attention, proud and hard in all its glory, up here on the penthouse terrace for no one to see but me. I eye it greedily, and soon he's pushing it towards me.

  I wrap my hand around the length of his shaft. I can barely fit my hand around his cock because it's so fucking huge.

  I’m instantly wet, and I know I won’t be wearing this bodysuit any more today after we’re done here. I suck the tip of his cock that’s beading with pre-cum and it makes him groan. He pulls my tit out of the lacy top and fingers my nipple.

  I moan around his shaft and lick and suck and taste.

  He forces his cock deeper into my mouth and take it all, just the way he likes it. He must be feeling so fucking powerful in his luxe suit with me, his bought and paid for escort, sucking on him like there's nothing I’d rather do.

  I take it deep and I focus on making sure his cock is dripping wet from my mouth. It grows impossibly harder.

  He picks me up and bends me over the lounge chair. Before I know it, he's unclasping the hook of my bodysuit that's right between my legs.

  His fingers graze my pussy as he does so and I have to suppress a moan. I don't want him to know how very bad I want this.

  First, he licks a couple fingers and traces the line of my pussy with them. The motion makes me fucking soaking wet. I could come right now but I wait.

  But he doesn’t make me wait long. He must want it as badly as I do. Soon his huge cock is pushing deep into me from behind.

  "God, Leo. Fuck."

  He doesn't say anything but just keeps on fucking
my hole. It's so hot being out here on the terrace, partially but not all the way hidden from potential onlookers.

  Something about that ups the ante and increases the rush between my thighs. I’m gushing everywhere and the sound of the wet slaps as he fucks me hard make me wild.

  I grind back on his hips so that my G-spot is more easily stimulated. He's thrusting hard and I know I have only minutes to keep up. I finger my clit and he moans into me.

  “That’s right, baby. Touch your pussy.”

  He's holding my tits, gripping them tight, using them to pull me closer to him, deeper with every thrust.

  I feel my pulse quicken and he knows I'm gonna come. We know how to read each other’s lust like a first language now.

  I finger myself round and round my clit until a fuse lights, burning me up from within. And then as he fucks me so much harder, I feel the little waves turn into something tidal.

  I’m about to come, and it's going to be one of those moments where I know I'll lose all control. I think I could even pass out right in the middle of sex.

  I try to surf along the edges of the momentum, drawing out my pleasure, but the force of his cock is just too great. My walls clamp down on his cock for support and I shatter into a million pieces. Fireworks explode in a rainbow of colors behind my eyelids.

  I know he's coming too because I hear him gasp and groan and he pulls my hips back to meet his own. He pumps his hot cum into me and both our bodies still.

  I know it's ended, he's fucked me and it's over, but my body instantly misses him when he pulls out.

  Leo's zipping up his pants and fixing his suit.

  Another part of me, though, is relieved that he's going to work and that I'll have a break from fucking to compose myself and get a fucking grip. I’m running the real risk of getting in too deep with him.

  Suddenly the idea of lounging the sun and getting a massage seems like truly the perfect tonic to rejuvenate myself. To just relax for a while.

  Leo Asher is a man with more stamina than I’ve ever seen. But by the thunderous quality of that last orgasm, I'm starting to doubt whether I can keep up. I guess a girl could have bigger problems. I make another mimosa and watch him walk away.

  Leo

  The stylist arrives right on time. She brings in a rack of clothes for Sienna to choose from. The makeup and hair people come soon after. Sienna and I have come up with a plan to remedy the situation and she'll need to look perfect.

  Maybe it's an excuse to spoil her a little. She's been through so much and she's been quite a trooper having her life turned upside down and dealing with her brother. I want to take the heaviness away from her and put it on my own shoulders for just a while. I can bear the brunt of gossip and bad news, she, however, doesn’t deserve it.

  She comes out of the shower, hair wet and wearing my robe.

  "What is this? Leo?" Her eyes light up, and I fucking love it. I want to be the one to put that look on her face every single day.

  "I've ordered it all for you. I want you to just relax and let yourself be pampered."

  She kisses me on the cheek. "Thank you."

  She's always grateful for even the smallest things and that makes me want to spoil her even more.

  "You deserve some respite." I pour her a glass of wine to get the evening started. "Here, we might as well make this fun."

  "Yes! Have a glass with me?"

  "I'll have whiskey."

  I pour myself some in a crystal tumbler. Then I leave her to enjoy all the fun that comes with having a glam squad.

  "I'll let you enjoy it without any distractions."

  "Okay." She’s already rifling through the rack of clothes with happiness.

  Well, at least something's been able to put a smile on her face.

  I finish my drink and go to take a shower and by the time I come out, Sienna's squad is putting the final touches on her makeup.

  "You look...amazing."

  "Just wait until you see her dress," the stylist says as she holds up a tiny black silky thing.

  "Plus, there are sky-high heels," Sienna says with delight.

  My eyes grow ravenous as I take her in. It's hard not to want to fuck her day and night. I feel like taking her perfectly polished appearance and fucking her until she’s in complete disarray. I feel like sending these people away and tossing her over my shoulder so that I can have my way with her in the bedroom.

  She looks at me and sees what I'm thinking. Is my desire that obvious?

  "No, Leo,” she says with a smile, though I see the heat in her eyes and her unwillingness to leave yet too. “We don't have time."

  She read my mind.

  "But later we will.” She says it like a promise. “And I guess that means we have all night to think about it."

  The sexual tension is thick, and I'm happy to say we've made the glam squad suitably uncomfortable. They finish up quickly and pack away their things. There are kisses on the cheek and thank yous before they depart. Sienna has likely made fast friends of the squad and I imagine they'll be around more often. At least as long as she’s here with me.

  I pull her close and kiss her. She leans back, her eyes wide.

  "No, babe! My lipstick."

  She doesn't leave me hanging, though, because she unties her robe and lets it fall to the floor. All she's wearing is a black lace bra and thong. She does a little spin, causing my cock to twitch, straining against my pants to get to her.

  "Now help me get into the dress."

  "No problem." My voice comes out thick, and I have to swallow hard and clear my throat. Fuck, this woman drives me crazy. Typically by this point, I’d be tired of a woman. Bored. But with Sienna I seem to want her more every day. It’s becoming an insatiable desire.

  I hold the skimpy little dress up and try to determine front from back. She's laughing at me now as I fumble with the fabric.

  "Give it to me,” she says, snatching it away.

  She slides it over her head, and her lingerie sadly disappears, but the tight fabric of the dress hugs every curve just right so that my imagination doesn’t have to venture far.

  "You ready for this?" I ask as I take her arm and lead her downstairs.

  "Yes. But it's going to be pretty hard to hate you."

  Breaking up is part of our plan.

  "Well, you didn't seem to have any problem with it before," I jest.

  "That's when things were different." Her voice is soft this time. There’s no anger there.

  But I don't probe her more. I’m still uncertain about how to deal with what’s going on between us.

  We go downstairs and into the Inner Sanctum. Our plan is to continue making it look like she's an escort so that we can possibly get a handle on who the informant is working for. The easiest way to kill the target is to go right for the hornet's nest.

  Again, we walk through the casino, and there's a hushed silence despite all the chaos of slot machines going and tourists everywhere laughing and drinking. Our names have been splashed all over the media, and all eyes are on us, which is just the way we need it to be.

  I lead her to the high roller tables and we begin gambling. We're pretending not to notice that people are watching our every move. Little do they know that a soap opera's about to be played out for their entertainment needs.

  We act like the happy couple at first. I'm kissing her and smiling. We're ordering drinks and laughing as we play blackjack, poker, and roulette.

  I whisper in her ear as we plan our dramatic scene.

  "Do you think it's time?" I inhale her perfume as I say the words.

  My cock is throbbing, and I want to take her into a side room and fuck her brains out before the drama begins. I can't take my hands off of her. And she's happy to be wanted. She's flirting with me and I hate that we'll have to separate for even a moment before I ravage her tonight.

  "I guess it can be time. But I'm having so much fun."

  "I know. But the sooner this is over, the closer we'll be to fr
eedom."

  "Okay." She nods, and her eyes are wide, and I know she regrets as much as I do what has to be done.

  "Alright, I'll start. Just remember that whatever I say, I don't mean." I feel like I need to give her fair warning after the harsh things I said to her when we first saw each other again.

  I start to argue with her, loudly enough so that people in the immediate vicinity can hear.

  "You little slut, are you telling me you want to break our agreement?"

  She stands up and pours a glass of water all over my suit.

  "That's exactly what I'm saying. You're an asshole and I wouldn't dream of spending a single moment more with you."

  She turns to stalk out but I grab her arm. People are definitely looking but we stay true to our roles. It's the only way to put an end to this blackmail.

  "You're not going anywhere," I say as a small crowd forms. "I paid a hundred thousand dollars for a month with you, and I expect you to make good on that arrangement. Otherwise, I'll call your boss and have you fired."

  She turns around with viciousness in her eyes. "You wouldn't dare."

  "I would," I say, confident like I always am, but with obvious anger in my voice.

  "Fine. Call him. I don't give a damn. I just want to be away from you forever."

  She storms out, and I know she's on her way back up to my penthouse through the private entrance like we agreed upon beforehand.

  The crowd eventually scatters, and I make sure to stay awhile longer to flesh out the scene.

  I act broody over my scotch, and in truth I am broody.

  I still haven't told Sienna about my true feelings, that I've loved her from the moment I first laid eyes on her.

  She still doesn't know that it was her brother Jax who kept us apart. She has no idea about his threatening nature and about how overprotective he is. I don't have to act the part of a crestfallen man because that's the way I truly feel. I don’t know how to get past all of that and to the point where we can be together.

  I stay at the luxe lounge for two more drinks and then make my very public walk to the penthouse elevator. Everyone who didn't witness our breakup knows about it now. The news has traveled like wildfire. My phone is pinging as concerned friends hear of the news. I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s trending on social media. We probably have our own fucking hashtag.