Bound by Him: Dare I disobey Him? (The Billionaire Next Door Book 3)

by Lacy Ryder

  “Keep doing it,” he orders me.

  I massage my clit, biting down on my lip as his own hand slides under the table in front of him. From the jolted movements, I know exactly what he is doing. I thrust my finger inside myself, my eyes not leaving his.

  “Do it faster,” he pants.

  I slide my finger in and out at my pussy rapidly, obeying his orders. His hand grips the edge of the table as his expression changes. Thank God for the elegant white tablecloth that hangs over the edges of the table, giving us enough privacy that people can only guess what we’re doing and not actually witness it.

  “Lift your finger to your lips,” He orders.

  I swallow and slide my wet finger out and bring it up to my mouth before gently sucking on my own juices. He lets out a growl, his palm pressed firmly against the tabletop. Jacob grunts and lurches forward. I bite my lip as my other hand eagerly reaches between my legs, thrusting another finger deep inside of myself.

  My thighs clench together, trying to suppress my own orgasm for as long as I can. I want Jacob to be the one who gets me off. He stares at me with a smile on his lips as he realizes that I too am about to come.

  “Come for me,” he growls.

  I gasp, my hand slamming down on the table as ecstasy pulsates through my body. Stars erupt in my eyes as I whimper, trying not to make too much noise that would alert anyone else of what we’re doing. Jacob smiles and removes his hand from below the tablecloth before taking another bite of his dessert.

  “That was interesting,” he says, his eyes piercing mine.

  “Very,” I grin, though I can’t tell if he thinks it was good interesting or bad interesting.

  “You were trying to wind me up and it backfired,” he observes, raising his eyebrows.

  “Really? From where I’m sitting, I’m pretty sure I did wind you up,” I retort lightly. I know he will make me pay for talking back, but that is part of the attraction.

  “Maybe,” he says, “But don’t worry, I’ll get my own later. So, did you enjoy earlier?” he asks, changing the subject.

  I nod shyly. “I think you know I did.

  “I might have an idea, but I do like hearing you say it.”

  “I did enjoy it. A lot. I’m looking for to getting back there,” I admit shyly. His eyes burn through me, the desire obvious.

  “I think we can arrange that,” he says. “Are you finished?”

  I nod, having one final mouthful of my strawberry parfait before I wipe my mouth. His eyes are on me the whole time. “I’m done,” I grin.

  He’s up before I even finish the sentence, dragging me out of the restaurant by the hand.

  “Then let’s get back and enjoy the beautiful view.”

  The two of us get back to the room and I’m already eager for round two. He leads me into the room, locking the door after we enter. His eyes hungry as he moves to my side, his fingers playing with the lace belt detail on my dress.

  “I thought of nothing else through dinner other than fucking you senseless,” he murmurs. “You toyed with me, got me all worked up and I had to come into my hand and then wipe it in my pocket. I need to make you pay for that.”

  I hide a smirk. It was fun at the time, but now the tables have turned. I no longer have control. He does, and he’s going to make me regret that I did anything to him back at the restaurant. Still, no matter what he does to me, it was worth it.

  He leads me over to the bed and lifts me onto the mattress. My heart races at the way he’s looking at me. Like he’s a hunter and I’m his prey. He loves the control he has over me, I can see it in his eyes.

  “Lay back,” he orders me.

  I do as I’m told, allowing my back to fall against the soft mattress. This time he doesn’t blindfold me and I watch as he paces along the length of the tall black wall, trying to decide what to do with me. Jacob eventually settles on a medium sized whip.

  His eyes meet mine as he brings it over, his fingers along the length of the handle. My breath catches in my throat because I have no idea what he thinks he’s planning on doing with that.

  “You look mildly terrified,” he grins. Clearly that was the reaction he was going for. “Stay still, and you won’t get hurt. If you want me to stop, just say ‘orange’ and I’ll stop.”

  I nod and lay statue still as he reaches over me, letting the leather trail over my body. I squirm, both uncomfortable and incredibly turned on. He rolls up his sleeves and then runs his fingers along the inside of my thighs, taking my dress with it until it hitches around my waist. I groan as the leather tips glide over my pussy. I shiver, barely able to contain myself.

  “Now for your punishment,” he grins. “One for playing with me in the restaurant.” I clench my fists tight beside me and close my eyes. It’s like I’m trying to prepare myself for whatever he is about to do to me.

  “No way, Charlie, open your eyes. I want you to see this,” he growls. “Don’t move. I promise it won’t be as bad as you think it will.”

  I nod and tucks my hands under my back clasping them tightly together as he runs the tip along my entrance. He cracks it, the contact making me jump. The sting is short lasting, but it’s painful. I cry out, my body jumping. The stinging hangs around for a few seconds, until it gives way to a strange sensation that feels oddly like an orgasm.

  “Are you okay?” he asks.

  I nod. I don’t want to admit it to him, but I’m waiting for the next one. He grins and lines it up against my pussy, cracking the whip against me again.

  “Oh,” I cry out, my thighs clenched together. God, that one almost made me come. The next one gets me just as worked up. He leans over and kisses me.

  “I don’t like not being in control, Charlie,” he growls, frowning at me. “You need to learn that I’m the boss here.”

  I nod and oblige, rolling over onto my stomach.

  “Stretch your arms above your head,” he orders me.

  I do as I’m told. He unzips the back of my dress all the way down until it’s completely off me.

  “I love that you’re wearing a dress that is so easy for me to get you out of,” he mumbles.

  I grin, as that was precisely why I brought it last week, for its easy removal.

  I hear his footsteps leave the bedside, but I’m too afraid to look up. It sounds like he’s taking something else off the wall—god knows what, then he walks back over.

  “Remember,” he murmurs in my ear. “It’ll hurt more if you move.” A shiver runs down my spine as I take a deep breath, holding it in.

  I jump and cry out as something hard smacks me on the ass. Pain shoots through my backside, but it’s not so much painful as it is unexpected. Not knowing what he’s going to do or when is worse than anything else. I look up, my eyes widening at the paddle he’s holding. He taps gently against the palm of his hand, a smirk on his lips. I glance down and see the bulge in his pants, and I know how much he is enjoying this.

  “Are you done disobeying me?” he asks, cocking his head.

  “For now,” I retort, narrowing my eyes. His gaze burns into me.

  “Stand up,” he orders.

  I get to my feet, my backside still stinging from his assault. He cups my ass cheeks roughly with his hands and lifts me up onto his hips. Wrapping my legs around him, he kisses me like he owns me. He’s rough and hard and I’m loving it. Jacob carries me over to the far wall, grabbing another set of handcuffs from the selection on the way. He clicks the cuffs over my wrists again and locks them into place above my head.

  He quickly undoes his belt and pulls his cock out. He’s hard, and I can see the blood pulsing through his veins as he palms his length. All I want to do is reach down to wrap my fingers around his shaft, but I can’t move.

  He grabs my thigh and curls my leg around his waist, while thrusting himself inside me. I gasp and cry out, he is so much rougher than any time before. I wrap my other leg around his waist too and hold on for dear life as he pumps his dick deep inside me.

 
; His mouth closes over my neck, sucking, as I let out another cry. I fight again my restraints, the cuffs digging into my wrists as he rides me harder.

  “I want you to come while I’m inside you,” he pants. I bite my lip and nod because I don’t think that will be a problem. I’m so close to climaxing against the vibration of his rough rhythm that holding off until he’s ready might be the only problem I have.

  I cry out, my back arching as I feel him explode inside me. My pussy aches as I come in rhythm with his fingers tugging at my nipples. He thrusts inside me once again, the remnants of his load shooting out.

  “Fuck,” he growls. He creeps his hands around my neck and pulls me into his kiss before reaching up to release my hands. They fall out around his neck as he carries me out of the room, his lips not leaving mine.

  My arms ache from being restrained—actually, I ache all over, but all the pain was worth the pleasure.

  He carries me into our main bedroom and lays me down on the bed. I groan, out of breath and covered in sweat; every part of me completely satisfied. With a chuckle, he walks over to the bathroom and runs the oversized spa.

  “You look like you can use a relaxing soak,” he murmurs, his expression amused.

  “That sounds amazing,” I admit.

  I lay there on the bed for a few minutes until the bath is ready, before getting up. I’m unsteady on my feet as I pad across the room and into the bathroom. It’s full with bubbles, rose petals float on the surface.

  “Romantic,” I grin. “I didn’t think you were the type.”

  “I can’t take credit for that,” he laughs. “The petals were in there already.”

  “You could’ve told me it was you and I would’ve believed it.” I step into the tub and immerse myself in the hot water. It’s the perfect temperature, almost too hot to handle.

  “What an afternoon. I can’t believe how amazing this was.”

  I’m not looking forward to going back home tomorrow, especially since I don’t really know where we stand. I want to ask him but I don’t want to ruin the moment if this is all just a temporary thing.

  “You look deep in thought,” he says. He leans against the basin, watching me.

  “Just thinking,” I say with a smile.

  “Care to elaborate?” he asks. I hesitate. “You never know,” he grins. “I might be wondering the same thing.”

  That gets a smile out of me. “Somehow I doubt it,” I grin.

  He pushes himself off from the basin and walks over to the tub, kneeling down to so he’s eye level with me. “Are you wondering what this is?”

  “I’m pretty sure it’s a bathtub.”

  “You’re hilarious,” he growls, his eyes sparkling.

  “If you mean us, then yes I’m am wondering where this is going. I mean, it doesn’t have to go anywhere if you were just after something fun and no strings. But if this was something more long-term, then that would be fine too.” I beg myself to stop talking, because all that is coming out is rambling. When I get nervous, I ramble, and today’s no exception.

  “I haven’t met anyone like you before,” I continue. “But I get that you’re not necessarily the boyfriend-girlfriend type of guy and that’s okay—“

  He puts his finger to my lips and shushes me, his eyes sparkling.

  “Charlie, just shut up.” He leans over and gives me a soft gentle passionate kiss that takes my breath away. “How about we just go where it goes? Why put limits on this? Don’t have any expectations, and you might find yourself pleasantly surprised.”

  I nod, my heart racing. “I think I can handle that.”

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  Lacy is a NYT and USA Today bestselling author of clean romances. Fortunately for us, her dirty side has been kept quiet for far too long and needs an outlet! Be warned, if you start reading her stuff you’re never going to be able to get her fantasies out of your head.