Everything was fine in the club. In fact, she never looked more satiated and happy. However, with each passing minute in the car, she was closing into herself, and for some reasons I couldn’t explain to myself, I didn’t like it even a bit.
I stopped at the side of the road and killed the engine. I couldn’t take seeing her like this any longer.
“What’s going on, Saylor?” I asked her, placing my hand over her thigh.
She winced, biting into her lip when she turned her head to meet my gaze. “Nothing. Nothing at all.”
I smiled at her in a reassuring way, knowing very well there was something. “For this to work, you need to be honest with me, baby. You need to tell me exactly how you feel. Was there something you didn’t like? Did I go too far?”
At that, she broke into tears, covering her face with her hands. What the…?
“Saylor. Baby.” I took off my seat belt and then removed hers. “What’s going on, baby? Please, tell me.” I pulled her into my embrace, and somehow, she never felt more fragile than now. She was shaking as she cried silently, and it was tugging at my heart.
“Did I go too far?”
She didn’t respond anything, gripping my shirt like it was her lifeline. I wound my arms more tightly around her, getting more worried for her.
“Please. You can trust me. Everything will be fine. If I did anything to hurt you… Please, forgive me. I never intended to hurt you.”
She sniffed, shaking her head against my chest. “N-no. It’s not that. You didn’t hurt me.”
I sighed with relief. I was starting to feel like shit for hurting her; so hearing this made me breathe a little easier.
“Then what’s the problem, sweetie? Talk to me. If there is anything you don’t like or want, we’ll stop. We won’t do anything that you don’t like.”
She pulled away and out of my embrace and met my gaze. Her bloodshot eyes felt like a kick in the gut.
“The problem is that I liked it. I liked it too much.” She looked away, embarrassed. “And now I feel ashamed.”
I took her by her hand and cupped her chin to make her look at me. “No, baby. Don’t be ashamed. There is nothing to be ashamed about.”
She let out an exasperated sigh. “I know! But I can’t help it. The thing is…” She looked away from me once more, and I let her. I didn’t want her to feel pressured by me in any way.
“The thing is that I’ve been a ‘good girl’ my whole life. I always made right choices, especially after my mother’s death. Even my relationships were nothing but plain. That’s the reason I ended my long-term relationship with my last boyfriend, Seth. We just didn’t suit each other, and the sex was as far from extraordinary as it could be.”
She wiped away her tears and took a deep breath. I didn’t say anything, letting her get all she needed to off her chest.
“I didn’t even know what my sexual preferences were, but I knew that what I had, what I experienced until then wasn’t what I wanted. It wasn’t what I needed. And I always thought it was my fault. I thought there was something wrong with me so I couldn’t enjoy sex. No one had even made me orgasm, for Christ’s sake!”
I gaped at her, astounded to hear this. “Never?”
“Not even once. I could come only when I touched myself, but when I was with someone… Nothing. So imagine how I felt when you made me come.” She finally met my gaze, and the vulnerability I found in the depths of her gaze pained me. “You made me experience something I’ve never experienced before, and that was just the beginning. Tonight… Tonight you showed me a whole new world, and it was the best sexual experience of my life.”
Warmth and pride spread through me at her words, and I smiled at her. She was confused by this part of her that was always kept locked inside of her. But now that she was finally unleashing this side of her, she was scared and didn’t know how to feel or act.
“You’re clearly ashamed by your preferences, Saylor, but there is nothing wrong about what you want. You’re just starting to understand what your desires are, but don’t be afraid of the unknown. The unknown doesn’t have to be bad. It can be good and extremely exciting. Just like tonight. You felt it. And you want more of it.”
Her gaze flickered away from me. “Yes. I want more of it.”
I leaned in and kissed her forehead, feeling a foreign need to protect her and make all her worries go away.
“I promise you’ll embrace your preferences by the time we’re finished.” I pulled her into my embrace and held her against my chest until she calmed down completely.
Later, I dropped her at her apartment and watched her get inside, realizing our affair would likely last longer than just a couple of weeks.
This night was just the beginning, and I wanted more. I wanted much more of her.
The strangest thing was that I didn’t think I would get bored of this arrangement any time soon. I wasn’t frightened by the prospect of seeing her longer than planned—not yet, anyway—and couldn’t wait to have her submitting to me completely again, all her desires unlocked. It was going to be more than interesting to see what else she got.
Chapter 7
Saylor
Stone was taking me to some exotic island resort for the weekend, and since he had told me not to pack much, I didn’t. I was puzzled as to why I wouldn’t need many clothes, but I didn’t question him, excited about spending two days with him in some exotic paradise.
The private jet trip to the island took several hours, and Stone didn’t miss the opportunity to go down on me. I was immersed in him, still having a hard time believing this was my life now. A gorgeous billionaire, days filled with kinky sex, private jets, and vacations to heavenly islands. It was too good to be true.
A part of me was getting too quickly used to it. That part wished this went beyond the arrangement and that $1 million, which made me feel—if I was completely honest with myself—cheap.
Another part told me I wasn’t cut out for this type of life, and the sooner I was back to my reality, the better.
However, it was difficult to believe that when all I wanted was to experience all those things he had promised to show me. A couple of nights ago, I fell apart, feeling dirty and twisted, but little by little, I was getting closer to accepting this was how it was supposed to be. I wanted to be naughty in bed. I wanted him to dominate me.
When we landed on the island and his private jet took off again, he told me we were alone for the weekend. My body grew hot instantly at this.
The resort he took me to was actually a large estate he’d rented for the weekend. There were no staff on the premises at all, except his security that would be near the estate but not inside of it, which meant that we were completely alone indeed. As soon as we entered the huge hall that was the embodiment of luxury, he lowered our luggage to the ground and stopped me by his hands on my shoulders, his eyes searing into me.
“Get naked,” he ordered me, taking me by surprise. A pulse coursed through my mound.
“Now?”
“Right now. And you’re forbidden to wear anything this weekend. You’ll be absolutely naked at all times.”
His words brought fire to my pussy, and I could feel my juices seeping out of me. I couldn’t have even imagined he had this in mind.
“Yes, sir,” I replied obediently and started taking off my clothes, never taking my eyes off of him.
His eyes were two pits of lust as he watched me undress myself, and my skin tingled under such careful observation. Even though he told me there was no one in this hall and the rest of the manor, it was still hard for me to believe it, which increased my desire big time. Knowing someone could see me like this was embarrassing and arousing at the same time.
It seemed that he figured out what I was thinking about, because he chuckled and caressed my cheek with the back of his hand.
“We’re really all alone here, baby. Only I will get to see your sexy body.”
His lips joined mine, his hands pulling me flu
sh against his body. I could feel his hard cock pressing against the softest part of me, and it felt too good.
“If you listen to everything I say, I won’t punish you and I’ll allow you to come. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I replied, already breathless.
“Good. Follow me.”
He led me to a large bedroom on the second floor that overlooked the sea, but he didn’t stop in the room. He continued to an open balcony and halted next to the railing.
“Come here,” he told me and beckoned me with his forefinger.
My heart was pumping so hard, the vastness of the open space around us increasing my anticipation. Only when I stopped next to him, I noticed the handcuffs connected to the railing. Before I could voice my confusion, he tugged me to him and handcuffed me.
“Stone?” I twisted my head over my shoulder to watch him go back into the bedroom.
The only response I received from him before he was gone from my sight was a sexy smirk that made my insides melt. I had no idea for how long he wanted me to stay like this with the sunrays bathing my skin with warmth, and not knowing his intentions turned me on even more.
Everything about this turned me on. I wasn’t able to move, slightly bent over the railing, but I didn’t feel uncomfortable at all. I had never had sex out in the open—hell, I never even went outside naked—so this was all new to me. And I liked it. I liked it so much.
Quite some time later, Stone returned. He was completely naked, carrying a small bucket with ice.
“You look so sexy like that, Saylor.” He stopped behind me, having put the bucket on the table. “I bet you feel hot.”
He could say that again. But I didn’t know if the sun made me feel this hot or the fact that I was completely submitting to him like this.
“Yes,” I replied in a raspy voice.
“Then here is something that will help cool you down.”
He took an ice cube and stopped behind me, his erection brushing against my thigh. I moaned when the ice ended on my nipple, which turned hard immediately.
“Stone,” I moaned, closing my eyes. It felt amazing.
“You like it?” He did the same thing to my other nipple, and I arched my back, tugging my arms against the handcuffs.
“Yes.”
“Mmm.” His lips slid down my neck, making me shiver along with the ice cube that he was moving now from one nipple to the other, teasing me slowly.
“Oh God, Stone. That feels so good.”
He told me the ice would help me cool down, but it only made my body burn more, especially when he slid that ice down my stomach and right to my clit.
“Ah, yes! Jesus, that is so, so good…”
He bit into my earlobe and began rubbing my clitoris with the ice. The mixture of cold and warm felt like a bolt of electricity, and I found myself moaning and writhing against him, needing my release badly.
He moved only so he could take another cube of ice and pressed it against my nipple. Moving both hands in circles, the double stimulation was almost more than I could handle, and a series of screams tore out of me.
He continued pleasuring me with the ice until I was moments away from coming.
“Stone!” I protested when he stopped, my pussy throbbing like crazy now. I needed that orgasm more than my next breath.
“I like you like this,” he muttered into my ear and dropped the ice. “I like you all needy for your release.”
His fingers replaced the ice on my pussy, and now I was really burning, panting hard. I pressed my ass against his rigid cock and threw my head back, my heart pumping and pumping…
“Stone!” I screamed in ecstasy, breaking into pieces when he finally let me come. The intensity of the orgasm blinded me, and everything turned into a pleasant haze.
I wasn’t even aware of him moving behind me until his cock was penetrating me deeply.
“Fuck, you’re so tight!” He slapped my ass and grabbed my hip with his other hand, starting a hard rhythm that brought more mind-numbing pleasure.
He wrapped his fingers around my neck, holding me in place as his other hand pulled me against him in the tempo of his thrusts. I was too wet, aroused like never before, especially since we were outside and he held me in place like this. I couldn’t touch him, completely submitted to him, and I enjoyed this a lot. There were no doubts in my mind as I fucked him back, coming again and again on his raging cock.
And then he pulled out of me and came right on my ass, my name a raspy moan on his lips.
During the rest of the weekend, he introduced me to various domination and submission games, showing me his collection of his favorite sex toys. He handcuffed me, whipped me, blindfolded me while I was tied to a chair and teased me with various vibrators, dominating me in various possible ways. We had lots of more than satisfying sex that made Saturday and Sunday pass in a blink of an eye.
And then it was the last night in the private resort, and we were lying together in bed after having role-played, which ended in wild sex that had me coming four times in a row.
I supported myself against one hand and hovered above Stone, watching his sleeping face. I was bewildered by how much I enjoyed everything he’d done to me, gradually accepting this new side of me he helped me uncover. I was sure I was never going to forget this or Stone. The memories of this weekend were carved in my mind forever.
I kissed him on his closed eyelids, feeling tender toward him, which was rather scary. I was enthralled by how beautiful he was and how much I liked the way he was, and a growing part of me regretted that this was just an arrangement. It was temporary. Sooner or later, it would end and I would be back to my plain life and even plainer sex.
There was something about him that made me wish this was all real. I wished this was all more than just sex, and we would get to experience many more things together.
Oh God. I was quickly falling for him, wasn’t I?
I lay down again and closed my eyes, trying to avoid thinking about this. It didn’t matter. My feelings didn’t matter because this would end in a few weeks and he would find someone else to play sexual games with.
My heart clenched painfully at the thought, but I refused to dwell further on it. Tonight, Stone was all mine, and that would have to suffice.
A couple of minutes later, I fell asleep at last.
Chapter 8
Stone
I opened my eyes when I was sure she fell asleep and turned to look at her. She hadn’t been aware that I wasn’t sleeping when she kissed me, which was a good thing because I didn’t want her to see that I was shaken.
Her sweet little kisses rocked me, but not in a pleasant way. They scared me because of what they revealed about her growing feelings—especially since I realized mine were similar.
This whole weekend was like I arrived straight to heaven, going better than anything I had ever imagined, but it brought these unexpected feelings I didn’t know how to deal with.
I wanted things to be casual, but it was starting to feel like anything but that. I was never this confused about a girl. She was so much more than I expected, and now, for the first time ever, I was tempted to keep her.
Shit.
I ran my hand down my face and looked at her again, thinking how beautiful she looked when she was sleeping. She was looking even more innocent like this, which was the opposite of everything she had showed me this weekend, and the contrast was killing me.
I didn’t do relationships. I had occasional hookups, but it never led to something serious. I didn’t even care about those girls. Saylor, however, was making me question myself, and I wasn’t sure if I liked that.
This weekend wasn’t just about sex. Sure, we got along in bed perfectly, and I was sure I couldn’t get bored of her, but there was more to it. All those times she made me laugh. All those times I made her laugh and her lips curled into the most beautiful smile. Interests we had in common, and how the conversation never died with her. There was no awkward silence between
us. I actually wanted to spend time with her out of bedroom.
If I didn’t know better, I would say I was falling for her fast, but it was impossible. There was no way I could fall for her.
I closed my eyes, clenching my jaw. I didn’t know how to deal with these feelings. Maybe I was just seeing something that wasn’t there. I had a nice time with her, so I was confusing it for something else.
Yes. That could be it.
I faced her again and threaded my fingers through her hair, wondering if staying longer with her would be a smart decision. If this could turn into something much more…
Or maybe I could do something to stop this from going any further. I could do it. We could end the arrangement before it turns into something serious, and it could be for the best.
She stirred in her sleep, turning from her back to her side so that she was facing me, and something warm stirred my chest. I wanted to hold her and keep her safe. I placed my arm over her waist, and she snuggled closer to me, her body seeking me even as she was sleeping.
And it was that moment that put a stop to all my rushing thoughts and doubts.
I wouldn’t overthink this whole situation. However long it lasted, I wasn’t going to deliberately sabotage it just to avoid a relationship. If it happened, a relationship with her could be a good thing, and at my age, it wouldn’t be so bad to find the perfect sub or girlfriend.
Content with my conclusion, I snaked my arm under her neck and pulled her against my chest, holding her firmly. Not even a minute later, I drifted off.
Chapter 9
Saylor
It was Monday morning, and we were back in the office like nothing had happened. It was hard to focus on my work when all I could think about was Stone, but I managed to focus enough to get the job done.
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