Her Guardian Billionaire (Forbidden First Time Romance)

by Chastain, Belle

  “Yes, James. I can remember.”

  “Good.” Smack! Smack! Smack! He hit her with the crop again and again, each time a little harder, a little faster. Her ass colored pink where he’d struck and each time she let out a keening moan. She loved it. He could tell. Brushing the crop across her ass, James drew a whimper from her and he stilled.

  “Too much?”

  “No…It’s just…I need…”

  James slid the riding crop between her legs, rubbing it against her swollen lips as he pushed her wide open with his knee. “You need what? To come?”

  “Yes!”

  He chuckled and tapped the crop against her bare mound. “You will. But have some patience. We’re not close to done yet.”

  With expert precision, he tapped her swollen flesh, using the soft leather to ramp her up, send her higher, flood her body with the edge of bliss. Never touching the spot she needed, never giving her relief.

  “James, please! Make me come!”

  He fought the urge to strike her, bend her to his will in an instant. But she didn’t know his usual rules and he couldn’t punish a novice. A virgin. Instead, he pulled the crop away and leaned over to whisper in her ear. “I give commands, Anna. Not you.”

  “I’m sorry, James.”

  “Apology accepted.” With gentle pressure, he used his hand to stroke her tender flesh until she moaned again in unsatisfied lust. “Now, let’s give you what you’ve been wanting, hmm?”

  He stood back up and slid the crop back between her legs. She tensed in front of him, legs quivering and ass clenching, until the first flick of the leather hit her clit.

  “Oh god! Yes!” She hung her head and he flicked again, drawing out groans and moans and uncontrollable spasms.

  On and on it went, him driving her orgasm through her body, her moaning and shaking and losing control. With a final tap of the leather on her clit, she came, crying out in euphoria as he pressed the crop into her swollen, little nub.

  He stepped away as bliss took over, waiting until her trembling subsided before bending to pull up her panties with gentle fingers. He slipped them all the way on and pulled her hands off the post, hugging her to him as she collapsed into his arms.

  “You didn’t tell me to stop.”

  “I didn’t want you to.”

  “Did I scare you? Was it too much?”

  “No. That blew last night out of the water. James—don’t you see?” She pulled back and looked into his eyes and he could see admiration and trust and not a hint of regret. “I want all of you. Every part—not just what you show to the world.”

  James smiled and kissed her forehead. Screw his nagging fear and doubt. She took what he had to offer and never once backed down, never once doubted him. If she could trust him with her body, maybe he could trust her with more.

  “If you want me, you’ll have me. All of me that you can take. Let’s go inside. I have things to show you.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  EMOTIONS AND QUESTIONS and excitement all buzzed around in Anna’s head. She’d never thought she could come so hard…from a tool. James never even touched her—except the one time when she’d tried to order him around. Note to self—don’t tell James what to do in the bedroom. Or the gazebo.

  She snickered and he glanced up at her. “Something funny?”

  “Yes. No. Oh, I don’t know. I think endorphins have wrecked my brain.” Sighing, she set her napkin on the table and scooted back her chair.

  “Well, there’s plenty more where that came from.”

  She smiled and took a sip of water. They’d spent all day together—talking, learning about each other, kissing—but he’d never tried for more. And now dinner was over, night had fallen, and all she could think about was his body. How his erection would press against her and how he’d feel inside her.

  James pushed back his chair and held out his hand. “Come. Let’s go to bed.”

  Thank god. Anna stood and let James usher her through the house and into his bedroom—a place she’d only glimpsed in passing—and she stopped in admiration. A huge four-poster bed took up most of a wall, with matching dark furniture all around. And the colors—muted blues and grays—a man’s room, no doubt about it.

  “So is this where you…um…filmed the videos?”

  James smiled and walked over to a wardrobe. “No. I belong to a private club that specializes in those sorts of encounters. But the bed is similar. There aren’t many high-end bondage beds on the market, most are garish, tubular steel, that kind of thing. Not what I want to look at every day.”

  “I see.” Anna walked up to the bed, scanning the wood for fittings and chains. “Can I take a look?”

  “Of course. I want you to be completely comfortable.”

  Anna nodded and ran her hands over the dark, burnished wood. High-end was an understatement. If he’d said it was a priceless antique, she’d have believed him. But on closer inspection, she noticed the anomalies.

  Notches were carved into the inside of the posts, steel hooks were tucked out of sight, ready for a rope or chain. A shiver coursed through her and she turned to look at James. He stood in front of the open wardrobe, staring at a panoply of devices.

  Anna gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. “Are all those for…sex?”

  James nodded without turning around. “Yes. But tonight, I think we’ll start small.” He turned around with a strip of black satin and a pair of cuffs in his hand. “A blindfold, perhaps? Maybe some restraint?”

  Anna’s head bobbed up and down like a puppet on strings. “Okay. If you think that’s best.”

  “If you’re having second thoughts…”

  “No! It’s not that. I just…” A blush crept up her face and she turned away, embarrassed to be admitting her sudden surge of nerves. He strode to her, closing the gap between their bodies as he took her by the arms and spun her around. “You just what?”

  “It’s nothing, I—” Anna struggled in his grip, tugging against his hands until he grabbed her by the chin and forced her to meet his gaze.

  “Tell me what’s bothering you.”

  Damn it! Why did he have to be so insistent? She frowned and furrowed her brow as she replied. “I’m afraid I’ll disappoint you. I’ve never done any of this before. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

  James smiled and bent his head, leaning in to kiss her pouty lips. Oh! He pressed against her, body warm and hard, as he raked his tongue across her flesh and pried her mouth open.

  Sliding his hand up her cheek and into her hair, he gripped her head, deepening the kiss and exploring her mouth with his tongue. Oh, god. She reached up and palmed his chest, soaking up the heat from his body as he nibbled on her lower lip. She couldn’t get enough of his control, the way he commanded her body to ache from just a kiss. He pulled back and she groaned in protest.

  “Based on that performance, I think you’ll do fine. But tell me, what have you done before, Anna? Just how inexperienced are you?”

  She blushed and shook her head. “I don’t see how that’s important right now.” Leaning up on her tiptoes she tried to kiss him again, but he held her still.

  “I won’t judge, but I need to know. I don’t want to push you too far, too fast.” He stroked her cheek with his thumb and she exhaled in a ball of nerves. The last thing she wanted was for James to doubt her—to see the little girl he’d taken in so many years before instead of the woman in front of him.

  “Tell me, Anna.”

  Closing her eyes, she let it all out in a rush. “I’ve kissed a whole bunch—it’s easy to sneak a make out session in boarding school. And in college…I gave blow jobs to a few guys. But none as…um…impressive as you.”

  There. She’d said it. Cracking her eyes open, she risked a glance up at James. He stood still, stoic and calm as he regarded her.

  “Is that all?”

  I should have lied. “Yes. I’m sorry I haven’t had more experience.”

  “Stop.” He took her face in
his hands and she gasped as he bent to kiss her, crashing his lips into hers in a rush before pulling away. “You never have to be sorry for that. You’ve done what you’ve wanted. What you’ve been comfortable with. And that’s admirable.”

  She tried to smile, but couldn’t look him in the eye. “It’s still mortifying.”

  “Not to me. If you’d like, we could start with what you know. And move on from there.”

  What I know? Anna frowned and glanced up as James slipped the blindfold over her eyes. “Wait! I’ve never been blindfolded.” A bolt of panic shot through her and she sucked in a breath.

  “I said start, Anna. Don’t worry, we’ll go slow. What’s your safe word?”

  “Ward.”

  “Good. Don’t hesitate to use it.”

  Anna let out the air she’d trapped inside her lungs and nodded. She trusted James. He was an expert. And she could stop at any time. She only needed to say the word.

  After tying the blindfold tight around her head, he stepped away and she moaned at the sudden loss. Where is he? Clothes rustled, a belt unbuckled, shoes fell to the floor. He was undressing. A thrill raced through her.

  In the dark, with the blindfold cutting off her sight, she hung on every whisper, waiting. When James’s hands brushed against her arms she gasped, shaking as he unzipped her dress and slipped it off her shoulders. He stripped her with efficient grace, unclasping her bra, shimmying down her panties.

  When she was naked, she heard his breath hitch and a satisfied groan take its place. “You’re so beautiful, Anna.”

  She smiled but said nothing, not trusting her voice to be firm in the dark.

  “Now, get on your knees, please. I want you to suck my cock.”

  What? “But I can’t see!”

  James let out a short laugh. “I know. It’ll help you learn. Trust me.”

  Anna nodded and slid to the floor, kneeling on the plush carpet as she bit her lip. He’d told her they’d start with what she knew, but she never imagined it’d be with a blindfold. As her thoughts tumbled over themselves, James’s hand reached around her head.

  “Open your mouth, Anna. I want you to taste me.”

  She opened on command and his thick, spongy head brushed her lips. With a moan, she opened wider, letting him slip into her mouth and fill her up. Mmm. He tasted…good. Hot and hard with a hint of musk. He was all man and he was inside her, taking her mouth like she hoped he’d take her pussy.

  “I’m not going to force you, Anna. I want you to learn me—learn what I like and what I don’t. Use your mouth and tongue to get me off.”

  She moaned around him and reached her hand up to grip his shaft when he pulled away. “I said your mouth and tongue. Not your hands. I’ll tie them behind your back if you do it again.”

  Anna nodded and opened her mouth, desperate to have him back inside.

  “Good. Now let’s start again.” He thrust inside her, taking her deeper, edging to the back of her throat before pulling back.

  She latched on, tightening her lips around his shaft as she adjusted to his girth. A few hesitant starts and stops and she eased into a rhythm, sliding down and up, licking his head and teasing the ridge until he moaned. Something about the blindfold made it that much hotter. Intense. Her sex throbbed and she squirmed to relieve the ache.

  “You like giving head, don’t you Anna?”

  She hummed her assent and he groaned, thrusting deeper into her mouth. Interesting. On the next slide down, she did it again, humming against his shaft as she took him as far as her mouth would allow. He groaned again and she smiled around him, letting saliva dribble down her chin.

  Making him moan, turning him on, it was empowering. She might be on her knees with his dick in her mouth, but she was the one allowing him pleasure, determining when he’d come and how hard. Up and down she stroked, using her tongue to lap at him again and again. She owned him in that moment.

  Focusing on James’s orgasm, Anna forgot all about the blindfold, the domination, the control—everything but his erection and her throbbing need between her legs. Losing herself in the freedom of sex and satisfaction, she sucked and sucked until he shuddered inside her mouth and took her head in his hands.

  A single thrust from him and he came, shooting thick, creamy streams of cum into her throat. She swallowed and swallowed, drawing out every spasm of his release until he gasped and let her go. Oh my god. She ached with sexual frustration—satisfied but desperate at the same time.

  If someone told her she’d be so turned on from a blow job, she’d never have believed it. But she was so ready—so painfully ready for an orgasm—that her whole body quivered and buzzed.

  Holy hell. James hadn’t come so hard in years. The way she lapped her tongue around his head, melted her lips around his shaft, and sucked him deeper into her greedy little mouth every time—it was pure magic. He fell to his knees in front of her, taking in her bright pink cheeks, bee-stung lips, and heaving chest. She’d enjoyed it too.

  Scooping her up into his arms, he carried her to the bed, laying her down on the crisp gray sheets. As he stood up, he grabbed the cuffs, locking them into place on either side of the bed. As Anna groaned in front of him, he leaned over, slipped the blindfold off and smiled as she blinked him into focus.

  “That was spectacular. Thank you.”

  Anna blushed and smiled. “You’re welcome.”

  “And now, I think it’s your turn.”

  Here eyes widened and she stared at him.

  “What? Don’t tell me you’ve had enough.”

  “No! I mean—I—you don’t have to, that’s all.”

  “Of course. I don’t have to do anything. I want to.” James slid a hand over her bare shoulder, swooping down her naked body to cup the swell of her breast. So beautiful and round, her breasts begged for his lips to suckle them until she cried out. “I want to bury my head between your legs and make you come so hard you scream.”

  Anna gasped and James swiped her nipple with his thumb, flicking back and forth over the puckered flesh until it hardened into a rosy bullet. He could tease her all night, watching her blush as he rubbed his fingers over all her sensitive places. But then he wouldn’t get to watch her fall apart. And he wanted that even more.

  “Tell me, do you want this plain—without all the props and accessories? Or are you up for a little…restraint?”

  She swallowed and stared at him, eyes alive and sparkling as her lips parted with her breath. He knew what she wanted—but did she have the courage to admit it?

  “I—I want restraint. If you do.”

  He smiled at her courage. So young to be so bold despite her fear. He’d underestimated her for years. “Then restraint is what you’ll have, darling. Give me your leg.”

  He held his hand out and she lifted her leg, setting her ankle on his palm. “Good. Now let’s see how flexible you are, hmm?”

  Pulling gently, he stretched her legs farther and farther apart until she laid spread-eagle on the mattress. “Perfect, Anna. Just perfect.”

  James leaned over the bed, draping his chest across Anna’s waiting body as he snagged a cuff from the bedpost. He unbuckled the soft leather and wrapped it around her ankle, cinching it tight and shortening the chain until her leg stayed open when he released her. Then he repeated the process on her other leg before stepping back to take in the sight.

  Her ass laid right on the edge of the bed and with her legs spread so far, her entire pussy sat open and on display. Mmm. “Are you all right?”

  She answered in a breathy whisper. “Yes.”

  “Well, you’re about to be a million times better.” He stepped forward, sliding up to the bed and her open legs. “I think that’s enough bondage for tonight, don’t you? Of course, I could always tie your hands if you’d like.”

  “No! I mean…I think you’re right.”

  James smiled and reached out to stroke her nipple. She arched into him, head falling back, eyes fluttering as he rubbed. “Good girl.
Now relax and enjoy yourself.”

  Leaning over her, he took her nipple in his mouth, flicking back and forth across the hardened bud with his tongue. He worked both breasts—sucking one while kneading the other, over and over. She bucked against him, tugging against the restraints and reaching up to run her fingers through his hair.

  “Oh, James!” Her desire and pleasure came out in whimpers and groans and he sunk lower. Kissing a trail from her breasts to her belly button, he worked his way down to the top of her slit.

  As he dipped his tongue inside her slick folds, she cried out, thrashing on the bed before he could even caress her clit. With gentle pressure, he lapped at her plump, little nub, sliding her slick folds across it, teasing her orgasm higher with every stroke.

  She grabbed at his head with her hands, tugging on his hair as he latched on and refused to let go. He hadn’t let a woman touch him like that in ages—ordinarily it turned him off and shut him down—but with Anna it only made him bolder. Hungrier.

  Pulling off her clit, he thrust his tongue inside her virgin channel, pumping in and out until she rolled her hips into him—matching his rhythm, fucking his face like she’d eventually fuck his cock. He wanted to take her right then—raise up and slam himself balls deep without warning. But she deserved more.

  To be pampered and cared for, brought to the brink of ecstasy and back again. He wanted her desperate for his thick shaft, not scared or unsure. Sliding back up, he teased her clit again and she broke, crying out in shock and wonder as an orgasm ripped through her.

  He looked up, past her wet mound, over her gorgeous tits, to her face. Contorted in joy, mouth wide open in an O, flushed and hot—she was fucking beautiful. To think, he’d been ready to send her away only the day before. He couldn’t conceive of it now.

  Standing up, he wiped his face with the back of his hand and tended to her restraints, unbuckling the leather and rubbing her ankles. For a novice in sex and bondage, Anna’d surprised him. He climbed onto the bed and scooped her up in his arms.

  She snuggled against him, wiped out and satisfied, and he smiled. Kissing her shoulder, he pulled her close and wrapped her up in his embrace. He never thought he’d feel anything for a woman again—nothing more than sexual gratification or appreciation at the most.