Billionaires in Paris: An Alpha Billionaire Romance
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She does it once more. Snap! Again. Snap! The flogger whistles in the air. The pillow relents beneath the impact. The careful movements of her body show years’ worth of practice. The look of determination on her face says she enjoys this more than I can understand.
I daresay she’s better with a flogger than I am.
When she’s done demonstrating what a pro she is, Kathryn saunters back to me, the flogger resting on her shoulder.
“Beg for it.”
No man wants to admit to groveling. I wouldn’t be surprised if you tell me that I’m the first man you’ve ever heard, ever seen begging to be smacked by a flogger, let alone by a beautiful blonde who is often called the Ice Queen of our city. People think Kathryn’s a frigid bitch. That couldn’t be farther from the truth if it ran to the other side of the world. She’s one of the most sexual women I’ve had the pleasure of knowing. The way she both shuts you down and riles you up with one frosty look should be criminal – I should be in jail.
When your woman looks at you like that, you damn well beg for whatever she wants you to beg for. You’re happy to have her pay that attention to you. Even if it stings, even if it makes you feel things you’ve never felt before… well, isn’t that why you’re with her? To feel invigorated in brand new ways?
My cock is still so hard. I don’t dare touch it. I want her to touch it.
Kathryn never hits me hard. I could work up to it one day, like she did, but for my first time she’s as gentle as one can be without compromising the fantasy. I beg for each one. Sometimes my head pushes against the carpet, my fists turning white from the power surging through them, but my voice never falters. Neither does hers. Kathryn’s doing things I never thought she would do to me. Nor did I ever think I would want them. Can you see them? The way she kisses me, touches me, licks me. I’m hers to use and play with.
“Give me a number.” She’s right in my ear, her hand finally coming for my cock. Oh, fuck! That grip of hers almost destroys me. The sound I make is inhuman. I don’t know if that’s precum or good ol’ fashioned cum covering her fingers, but I’m ready. “That’s how many times I’m going to smack you. You’re going to come on the last one, so you better know how many you can handle. If you come too soon, we’re stopping. If you come too late, I’m going to suffocate you with my pussy until you understand your own limits again.”
My brain takes a few seconds to catch up. She’s been slowly stroking my cock this whole time, and it’s all I can think about. How close I am to climaxing, that is. Don’t disappoint her, I tell myself. Don’t disappoint the last woman in the world you want to disappoint.
“Five.”
“Five? You think you can last that long?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I’m counting on you, Ian. Don’t disappoint me.”
With one hand wrapped around my cock, the other brings the flogger down. I shake, ignoring the pain and focusing on how good she feels jerking my cock. Why the fuck did I pick such a high number!
Snap!
I have counted five second intervals between each strike. This gives me time to acknowledge the sting and then focus on something else. As the need in my cock grows to overwhelming hell, she hits me again, and I release that strange sound I’ve never made before.
The fourth strike hits me. I’m biting my bottom lip until it bleeds to keep from coming. I’m so, so close. My cock is roaring with blood and seed, ready to be released. Everything is so hot down there that I wonder if I’m experiencing some kind of BDSM burn.
Five.
I picked the number five, and now I have to deliver. On the fifth strike, I can come.
“You want me to do it?” Kathryn coos, delaying my release. “You want me to jerk your cock until it comes all over you?”
I’m not sure if what I say is English or not, but it conveys my meaning.
“Tell me you want it!”
All of Paris can hear me cry out how much I want some American woman to flog my ass and choke my cock. It’s nothing they’ve never heard before!
Snap!
Everything lets go. My mind, my body, and my heart are leaving this world and going elsewhere. The painful relief I experience is not like anything I’ve endured before. It’s pleasurable, yes, but it’s also so much more than that. It hurts. It stings. It relieves the tension bursting in my body. I go from the tension passing through my cock to my seed hitting my abdomen, hot and wet. Kathryn’s there, talking dirty, telling me what a good boy I am while her hand milks me dry. Thank goodness, because I don’t dare touch myself. She knows how to control this moment so I don’t get hurt and enjoy it as much as possible.
Once my head clears, I collapse. Kathryn drops the flogger and kisses my forehead.
Then rolls me over, because why the hell not.
“So close,” she proclaims. “If you came a few seconds sooner, I would’ve counted it as being on time. So you know what happens now, right?”
I’ve got about one ounce of strength left, but okay, I’ll use it on her – and on holding my breath, because I’ve got one second before her pussy is on my face, riding it until I drown again.
It’s been a good life. I have no regrets!
Chapter 15
KATHRYN
I ride this man’s mouth until he knows that my word is law and there are no negotiations. It’s not just about me extracting pleasure from his tongue, although that is a huge bonus. It’s about making him recognize who I am.
You think I’m some kind of goddess, Ian? Prove it. Worship me.
I’m riding high. Here, there, high above, down below. It’s been way too long since I last escaped into the mind of a badass Domme who gets absolute servitude from her men. Too. Long. Ian’s been holding out on me! Who knew that this kind of man existed inside of him? Where has he been? Why has it taken him so long to appear? The Ian who dabbled with me before was nothing like this. That guy was only meeting me halfway.
I. Want. All. The. Way.
The room spins. I’ve become nothing but a bitch who is going to get her sexual satisfaction and make sure this man knows his place. That place? Right here beneath my pussy.
I call him every name in my book of dirty names. He’s called me these names many times. I won’t repeat them. You can hear them for yourself as I slam my thighs against his face, forcing his tongue inside me and his lips to kiss mine. This man is going to get acquainted with every fold of my body. Watch me as I brace my hand against the carpet and grab his head with the other. Who’s in charge now?
This is the third time I’ve come tonight. This is the second time I’ve come on his face. As I cry in bitter ecstasy, my body does its best to use up the last of his air. I want to hear him gasp for it when I finally climb off.
I’m not disappointed.
“Look at you.” I could have five more orgasms and still have the ability to step on his cum-covered muscles. “You think I’m done with you yet? You’re lucky I’m giving you a breather. I’m not convinced you’re the perfect man for me yet. You’ll get one more chance. Understand?”
I do love a good ultimatum and the way it gets his ass in gear. I was already disappointed by him miscalculating how many flogs he could take before he had no choice but to come. Six, Ian! One more and you would’ve been perfect. I’m disappointed, but not angry. There will hopefully be plenty of opportunities in the future to train him like he trained me. First thing on that list will be to get him so acquainted with his body that he’ll know exactly how many cock strokes he can take before he bursts.
Oh… he said five, didn’t he? Oh well! He needs to swallow a whole bottle full of his medicine, anyway!
“On the bed.”
Weary, Ian gets to his feet, his softening cock still a thing of beauty as he obeys. A thousand muscles work to pull him onto the bed. Good. He’s on his back. He better not fall asleep.
Even if he does fall asleep, at least I have the vision of a lifetime. My boyfriend – the handsome and presumably alpha
Ian Mathers – is passing out from what I’ve done to him in a role reversal that better repeat itself sooner rather than later. This is what I’ve been fantasizing about for the past year. Ever since we started hooking up, my mouth has watered at the thought of truly making this delectable specimen all mine.
To know he has wanted this all day? That he woke up knowing this is what we would be doing tonight? No wonder I’m still horny as hell and hoping he didn’t come so hard he won’t be able to get it back up!
“You’ve been a good sport, I’ll give you that.” I sit next to him, wiping away his hair from his sweaty brow. At least he’s not asleep. “Don’t worry. I’ve never met a man who did everything perfectly his first real time. Like I said, you were really close. Yet like you would never go easy on me anymore, I couldn’t go easy on you.”
I slowly stroke his cock. It’s warm, somewhat rigid, and really, really wet. That’s all him. That’s a problem.
“You take it easy for a few minutes. I’m going to take care of you.” And me. Let’s not forget me here.
I’ve been in Paris for about three days, and I think I’ve had my mouth on his cock as many times. What can I say? I’ve got an oral fixation that needs quenching when I’m around handsome men with sizable dicks. There’s nothing like filling my mouth and teasing my throat with a man’s musky cock. Doesn’t matter if he’s been itching to fuck my throat or if he needs me to clean him up after a rough round of play. I’m hard pressed to never do it. Some Dommes don’t like giving out the head candy too often because it makes their subs lazy. Those Dommes want their subs to always work for their rewards. I never felt that way, even if that was a parameter for a scene. If I want my man to love going down on me, I better be generous too!
Every inch of his cock is a drug to my senses. The strange sensation of a man trapped between rigidity and softening. The taste of his seed running down his shaft. The tickles of his hair against my lips. This infuriating scent that gets me so damn aroused. Get hard again, damn it! I have every intention of impaling myself on this thing as soon as it’s ready. Except I know Ian’s physiology pretty well by now. I’ll be lucky if he’s ready in ten minutes.
To my surprise, he is.
I pull up his blindfold for us to share a moment. His eyes are fogged over, but he’s still with me. “How do you feel? Ready for round two?”
He caresses my hairline. On any normal night, I would lean into his hand, but tonight I must remain firm.
“Kiss me and taste your cum on my lips.”
I taste myself on him too, you know.
That’s the best part. How, no matter what roles we play or who is calling the shots and carrying the crops, in the end we are one. The feelings become the same. I know, because even though Ian is beneath me as I climb on top of him and ease my body onto his cock, all I can think about is going to that place where nothing matters or exists anymore. Nobody but us, anyway.
In the end, that’s how I’ve known we are truly meant to be together. No other man has ever made me feel so connected to him, whether I’m Top or bottom.
I pull my shirt over my head. The only piece of clothing still between us is my bra, but I don’t think Ian minds. His mouth drops open as I ride his cock, my hands pulling his above his head. Otherwise he’ll try to grab me, and I don’t need his help tonight.
Myself. That’s the only person I need up here. The bed creaks and groans, but so do I. Groan, that is. My body has been aching for his cock, and now here it is, inside of me, stroking my inner walls and brushing against my core. Sometimes I sit still and grind against him, the head of his cock teasing my G-spot as it comes so close to that ultimate pleasure. Other times I ride as hard as I can, sweat pouring down my body, soaking my bra, and making our bodies so slick that I have no choice but to dig my fingers into his flesh. He’s sweaty too. It glistens with the seed I left there earlier. We all know what I did to his back.
Funny thing about multiple orgasms. (Maybe other women can identify?) The first one sometimes takes some work. Then the second one smacks you in the face so quickly that you get whiplash. The third will either come quickly or take its damn time. By the fourth one, your body is so finely tuned that you can practically control it. Want to come again? Come again! Want to hold off? Hold off! Right now, I’m holding off on a fourth orgasm. I want this one to be so damn good that I won’t be able to get a fifth.
At the same time, I want to claim what’s rightfully mine.
“I want you.” I pant between breaths, but my words come out fine. Ian’s hands flex in need of holding me. No. Not yet. “Are you going to give yourself to me?”
My body stills so I can hear him. Grind, grind, grind. His cock slips in and out of me because I’m so wet. Not all the way out, but enough to make me moan when it slips all the way back in. Fuck, I want him lodged in there. If I come, it’s going to be with every muscle inside of me clamped down on the long length of his cock.
“Yes.” His voice is clearer than I anticipated. “Whenever you want it.”
He’s going to come on command? While inside me? Now, I won’t pretend I know what it feels like for a man to have his cock buried deep in a woman, but I’m going to guess it’s way more intense than having her hand jack it off. Then again, this is his second orgasm. Ian usually takes a while to build up to it… is he really prepared to promise me that level of obedience?
I lean back, hands grabbing his spread legs. The good man keeps his hands above his head. I’m a bit disappointed, only because this crazy good angle has his cock hitting me right in the G-spot. Oh fuck does it feel awesome! Doesn’t look too bad either. I’m gazing down at my body, and his, in awe of a kinky view. I bet he appreciates the sight of his thick cock coming in and out of me almost as much as I do!
“I’m going to come.” If I don’t announce it, I’ll catch myself by too much surprise. “So are you.”
I say this, thinking I’m some hotshot Domme who can command her man to come whenever she damn well pleases. Yet when I look at him, I think of so many things that have nothing to do with me being in control.
Quite the opposite.
Those men I had one-night stands with? I felt their lust, their desire, their needs. I didn’t feel their love. I didn’t feel any personal worship. I was their queen, but only for a night. As soon as they woke up, they went off to find another queen. Maybe we met again, but I wasn’t their only one.
With Ian, I truly feel like I’m his one and only. That creates a powerful reaction within me. This isn’t a man who only makes me feel the driving need to dominate him. I’m fully aware of how amazing it is to have him surround and control me.
We’re called switches because we, well, switch roles. What if it went beyond that? What if it was like a switch inside of us that could be flipped at will?
“Come get me,” I gasp, on the edge of my next and final climax. I want to fall off the cliff. Or would it be better to be pushed? “If you even can.”
I’ve seen this change in his eyes before.
From here on out, I will know what we’re truly capable of. No other man could do this with me. That is, no other man could one moment be completely at my whim and the next shoving me down onto the bed while he drives himself into me. Hot sweat slides between us. The heady scent of his cock inside of me, working my whole body from within, has taken over my brain. I don’t want to think now. I don’t want to concentrate on what position I’m in. I don’t want to think about the words falling from my lips.
I want him and nothing else.
No matter how many times he begs me to flog him, no matter how good he comes on command… nothing will ever feel as wonderful as Ian pinning me down and slamming his hips against my thighs. It has nothing to do with dominance or submission. Sometimes a girl just wants to get fucked!
Now I’m the one begging. Talk dirty to me, Ian. Tell me what you’re going to do to me. Call me names like I called you names. Get back at me for what I did to you earlier. Make me scream.
It’s funny how a few seconds can feel like a few minutes when you’re writhing in ecstasy and you’re becoming one entity with the love of your life. My nails scratch his body. My voice peals. The core of my being is opening… opening… opened. Hair is in my face. Is it mine? Is it his, as his orgasmic grunt echoes in my ear and his cock fills me with heat?
Our lips are together and then apart. Our bodies refuse to part, unless it’s momentarily enough to keep thrusting through this mutual orgasm that has me gasping against his sweaty face because I’m too daft to figure out how to kiss when my whole body is shaking.
He kisses me to make up for it. Ian’s tongue is in my throat. His cock is still inside me. Grunts and groans sneak past his lips and onto mine. When did my bra get torn off? Holy shit, my nipples are so hard! Probably because they keep disappearing beneath Ian’s tongue when he’s not kissing me.
I forbid him from pulling out. I may be on the bottom, and he may have rammed me until we both lost our damned minds, but I’m far from submissive.
“You’re a part of me now,” I whisper into his ear. “I’m never letting you go.”
Ian nestles his face into the crook of my neck, his breath steady. “Good,” he mumbles. “Because I don’t want you to. Ever.”
I swear I’m not crying because I’m a big baby. It’s probably the endorphins releasing in my brain. Or the fact we had an intense scene that I barely had time to prepare for. Or, or…
Time to stop thinking. It’s time to simply enjoy the presence of the only man I could ever see calling my husband.
Chapter 16
IAN
It’s our last night in Paris. Tomorrow morning we hop on a private plane back to America, back to our usual lives.
That’s not so bad. It’s nice to know we don’t have to be somewhere special in order to enjoy one another’s company.