His Gift (A Dark Billionaire Romance Part 1)

by Dark, Aubrey

  The men. Where were they? My heart began to pound. No. I had to stay calm. I had to figure my way out of this. First thing, I had to stop being so dizzy and figure out where I was.

  Okay. I was lying on my back. On a bed? It felt like I was on a bed. There was a hint of light coming in through the folds of the fabric over my eyes, but only a hint. I couldn’t make out any details, only smudges of light.

  I tried to pull my hands down, but they caught on something. I tugged, but they wouldn’t move. They had tied ropes around my wrists. No. Handcuffs. Lined with something.

  My ankles, too. I still had Steph’s little black dress on, but I could feel the hem riding up my thigh.

  “Lacey.”

  I twisted in shock at the whisper. My heart skipped a beat and began to hopscotch against the skin of my chest.

  It was him.

  It had to be. He knew my name.

  Jake?

  I tried to speak, but there was a piece of silk cloth over my mouth. A gag, tied tight. I moaned behind the fabric.

  “I told you that I wouldn’t accept any disobedience.”

  “Mmm!” I shook my head, slowly but firmly. I hadn’t disobeyed!

  “I told you to go home and get a good night’s sleep,” Jake said. “And what did you do? You were out until after four o’clock in the morning.”

  Holy crap, was he serious? Was he going to punish me for going to work? What kind of a sick fuck was he, anyway?

  My arms and legs yanked at their knots, but I could tell by their tightness that I wasn’t going anywhere.

  “Mmm!”

  He said nothing as I writhed against the ropes that were binding me. My brain was still fuzzy, or maybe that was the effect of the blindfold. Was this a dream?

  I breathed hard against the gag. In the dark, I could feel my body tensing bit by bit as I woke up from whatever crazy sedative they’d given me.

  It had been a while since he spoke. When his voice came, it was from the bottom of the bed. I breathed in. Orient yourself.

  “I want you to know that I’m not going to harm you, Lacey. There’s no need to be afraid.”

  I wanted to scream back at him. I wanted to thrash around. But what would any of that accomplish? That was what he wanted. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. I lay there completely still. Listening.

  Waiting.

  His footsteps came around the bed. The mattress was padded and I could barely hear the mattress give under his weight as he sat next to me.

  I swallowed hard. Fabric brushed my arm. His jacket, maybe.

  He was sitting there. Sitting next to me. Despite myself, my body began to react to his nearness with a heat that spread quickly down through my chest, down to my thighs and between. He was sitting right there next to me, and I couldn’t stand the blindfold.

  “You’re an artist, yes, Lacey?”

  I didn’t move. I didn’t nod. I wasn’t playing his game, whatever it was.

  “An artist. And now I’ve blinded you. I wonder if this will be harder.”

  Harder to do what?

  “You’re behaving much better now, Lacey,” Jake whispered. “Even if you can’t answer me. I understand that this is going to be more difficult. But I think you’ll enjoy this by the end.”

  What? What was going to be difficult?

  His hand touched my stomach and I cried out from behind the gag. His hand rested, simply rested on my stomach. His fingers were warm through the fabric of my dress.

  This touch was all he needed to tell me that I was his. With it, he proved my vulnerability. I couldn’t slap his hand away, couldn’t wrench out of the ropes that tied all of my limbs back.

  He had me there, completely his, unable to get away.

  My breaths began to come faster.

  In my terror there was a strange fascination. Jake Carville didn’t strike me as the type of man who would harm me. Weird, I know, since I was tied to his bed. But the way he’d spoken to me, the gentle spark of desire in his eyes—these things made me want to trust him.

  Even now, in the way he spoke, there was a cool certainty to his words that gave me pause.

  He spoke to me as though he knew already that I was going to like whatever he did. God save me, I was curious. So curious. I wasn’t some prude. Sure, I was a virgin, but it wasn’t like that was on purpose. Guys mostly saw me as friends, and that was as far as it went.

  In Jake’s eyes, though, there was more. Much more. And it scared me, yes. I was lying blindfolded on a bed, my hands and ankles tied. It scared me. And it made me wonder.

  His hand moved down my stomach. Slowly, but not inching. He was going to take what he wanted. I could feel myself throbbing. Hot. Wet. Did I want it? God, I did. My body did, and it was going to drag my mind along for the ride no matter what.

  I was tied down, wasn’t I? I was helpless. I couldn’t do anything, and I found myself wanting to give in. I wanted to let my body respond willingly to him, the way it wanted to instinctively.

  My lips trembled. I waited in the dark.

  His fingers slid to my hip, his one hand caressing the slow curves of my body. He stopped at the hem of my dress. His fingers hovered, grazing my skin there.

  Then he shifted his weight on the bed. I felt the motion against my leg, and then there was another hand on my body. He gripped both of my hips, his thumbs caressing the shape of my hipbone.

  He must have bent forward, because I felt his weight come to bear on his hands. The pressure pinned my hips down against the bed. Then—

  His breath. Oh God, his mouth is right there, right there on top of me, breathing on me. My body spasmed and I kept myself from arching up against his face. It was an effort not to cry out with the ache.

  Behind the gag, my lips parted slightly. I let my tongue come forward and push against the silk fabric binding my mouth. The air was dark, damp, and so hot that I felt every inch of my skin begin to itch with heat.

  His lips pressed against me through the fabric. He held his mouth there, over my most sensitive part, simply breathing. The coolness of his inhale. The excruciating heat of his exhale. I twitched, but his hands were strong. They held me down easily.

  He murmured something, his lips moving so softly that I nearly died from the brushing glances against my aching body.

  The physical thrill of his nearness made me dizzy. Eventually, though, his words came together and I could hear what he was saying.

  “Lacey,” he murmured. “Lacey.”

  My name, over and over again. His voice hummed my name, rolling off of his tongue as softly as silk. I couldn’t hold back a low moan.

  His hands, both of them, slid under the hem of my dress. His fingers pulled the fabric up so that I was naked except for the pair of panties I’d been wearing all night. They were soaked with the juices of my desire.

  When he pulled my dress up, I tensed. Every muscle in my body went rigid. I had no idea what he was doing, and I didn’t want to mess it up, and God, oh God, I wanted to see him and see his eyes and know that it was him out there, him touching me. Him taking my virginity and giving something back.

  He hadn’t even kissed me yet.

  Jake paused, reading my hesitation. Then he reached up. His fingers loosened the gag around my mouth. I licked my lips, breathing in air that couldn’t cool me enough.

  Maybe I should have cried out for help. I didn’t. I couldn’t.

  “Jake?” I asked. My voice was tremulous, but it seemed louder. Perhaps it was the blindfold that made it sound like I was speaking loudly in whatever room I was in.

  “Lacey?”

  “What—what are you—”

  “Do you need me to stop?”

  “What?”

  “Tell me now if you can’t go on. If you want me to stop. I don’t… I don’t normally ask. But you aren’t a normal employee. So tell me now. Speak up if you don’t want this. If you say so, I’ll send you back out with my men and you’ll never see me again.”

  My bod
y recoiled at the idea of stopping. I ached for him, needed more, needed it now. And I was so curious. About him, about who he was. I didn’t want to stop. No. Crazy as it sounds, I wanted this.

  He waited for me for a second. Then he moved to put the gag back over my mouth.

  “Wait!” I cried out.

  “You want me to stop?”

  “No! I just—what are you going to do to me?”

  “What am I going to do to you?” His voice had a smile in it, although I couldn’t see anything.

  “Yes,” I said timorously. My fingers clutched and released the ropes that were binding my hands to the bedposts.

  “Then you’ve decided to stay? You don’t want me to stop?” Jake asked. I could hear a hint of teasing in his voice, a lilt that made me melt inside.

  I shook my head. I knew what my answer was.

  A new fear trembled through my heart. A fear of the unknown.

  I’d come willingly into the dark forest, and now I would see what wild things lived there.

  ***

  “No,” I said, feeling the echoes of the weight of my decision reverberate into the depths of my mind. “I want to stay.”

  “Excellent,” Jake said, pulling the gag back over my mouth. I tried to speak, but he tightened the knot quickly.

  “Verbal contract, signed contract, payment already accepted for services. Now that we’ve got those formalities out of the way…”

  His hands ran down my body, squeezing firmly. I writhed at his touch, now more demanding than before. My hands pulled at the ropes that bound me.

  He cupped my breast and squeezed, sending a shock of pain through my body. I squealed.

  “What am I going to do with you? Lacey. Oh, Lacey. What won’t I do with you?”

  His fingers pinched and twisted my nipples. I screamed behind the gag at the same time as I throbbed for him. Every touch of his, even the rough ones, sent aches of desire through my core.

  Especially the rough ones.

  “I’m going to do all of the things I wanted to do to you last night.”

  His hands were everywhere, touching, pinching, kneading my muscles. He squeezed my ass tight, then kneaded it with his strong fingers. My muscles went from tense to relaxed and back in a split second. I didn’t know where he would touch me next, but he was touching everywhere around me, everywhere but where I wanted it the most.

  “I’m going to take you to the edge of darkness, my Lacey. My little artist. You’ll see the colors I can paint with my touch.”

  At that, he twisted my nipple, then rolled it with his thumb. And I saw, I saw what he was talking about. Red and white flashes of light pulsed behind my eyes with the pain.

  In the darkness, there was still color.

  His hands reached up, then, to the collar of my dress. He’d already taken off the shawl, and now his hands pulled my large breasts out from my bra, exposing them. His hands rolled them heavy in his palms, and he squeezed them, pressing them together and then rolling them apart.

  He was using me. His hands told me that they would do what they wanted. They would pull and yank and wrench and I could do nothing. Nothing. The collar of the dress stretched at my neck. I winced as the fabric dug into my skin.

  “Uncomfortable?”

  He could sense my every reaction. Now, though, he took hold of the dress in the front. I felt a sharp yank and heard a loud tearing sound. I whimpered aloud. He had ripped the dress straight down the middle, ripped it in two.

  That was Steph’s dress, I thought numbly, before his hands brought my attention back to my nipples. Despite his roughness—

  —because of it, because of the roughness, my body screamed—

  —despite his roughness, my breasts were tight and aching for more pressure.

  His thumbs rolled over the sensitive nubs, and I yelped as I felt his mouth come down on my nipple. Immediately my body was aflame, and I couldn’t help squirming under his touch, even as he continued to pinch and squeeze my other breast with his hand.

  His tongue traced circles around my tender nipple. I felt myself aching and I needed him. Needed him to suck me, needed him to lick me. What he was doing to my nipple, I felt between my thighs.

  I was already so close to orgasm, but the sharp jolts of pain he kept giving me tore me back from the edge. My breath was heavy and I was ready to arch against him to satisfy myself, when suddenly he stopped.

  He pulled back. His hands disappeared from my body. His warmth disappeared. I could feel him shifting away from me, pulling back. I yanked on the handcuffs but they held me fast.

  My entire body ached for him to return. I needed it. Needed the pressure, needed his rough hands to thrust inside me and take me over the edge. I was so close, God, so close!

  My face contorted along with my body. Why was he doing this? What had I done?

  Again, he read my mind. Or not my mind, but my body. The confusion and pain and longing all at once. Maybe I was not the first girl he’d done this too. But his calm voice did nothing to ease the hot desire pulsing through my bloodstream.

  No. When he spoke, desire mixed with fear. Not because he sounded angry, but because he didn’t.

  “My dear,” he said, each word clipped and measured, “You have disobeyed a direct order. You disobeyed me. That is not a sign of respect.”

  He paused, waiting, I think, for the realization to sink in. He wasn’t waiting because he didn’t know I ached for him. He knew. He wanted me to ache for him. To ache and ache, and never get relief. A cry strangled in my throat.

  “You lied to me, my dear Lacey. And now I’m going to punish you.”

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  I never meant to be here: tied up in bed next to a serial killer.

  When I followed him home, I was just playing Nancy Drew. Trying to find out his secret. His kiss was intoxicating, and I thought he was harmless.

  I was wrong.

  Nancy Drew never ended up in a basement, handcuffed to a radiator, teased to the edge of insanity, begging to be let go.

  Soon, I stopped begging to be let go.

  Soon, I started begging to be HIS.

  Author's Note: This is a dark romance novel with mature themes that might make some readers uncomfortable.

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  Table of Contents

  A DARK BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE PART ONE

  Chapte
r One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten