An Heir For The Billionaire: His Every Command (Part One) (A BDSM And Domination Erotic Romance Novelette) (2nd Edition) (4 page)

“This was… a very lovely dinner. I appreciate it,” I said, the words sounding stilted and awkward to my ears. Randall smiled again. I made a face at the damp fabric in my hand and slipped my panties on, telling myself that the discomfort wouldn’t be for very long.

“Are you quite tired from all the excitement of the evening, Jasmine? Or are you interested in a little more adventure?” I thought of his question; I should go home, I told myself. It had been, as he pointed out, an exciting evening—to go from breaking up with my boyfriend to having an incredibly expensive dinner and then sex inside of a restaurant. But I was intrigued by Randall—a curiosity that I knew I wanted to explore more.

“I think I can deal with a little more adventure,” I said, smiling and feeling unaccountably coy. Randall smiled slowly, his bright eyes looking over every inch of my body.

“Very well then,” he said, offering me his arm as he opened the door to the office. “I have an idea I’d like to pursue.” He led me out of the restaurant and called his driver, who was waiting for him up the street, having known his dinner plans. My heart had started pounding again; I wasn’t sure if it had ever really stopped. The childhood admonition against getting into cars with strangers filled my mind, but I reasoned that a man who was wealthy enough to drop a thousand dollars on dinner, who had a private driver, was certainly not the kind of man I was being warned against.

Randall let me into the car, and told the driver politely to take him to the Astoria Grand hotel. I wondered at the fact that he was obviously not taking me to his place; I assumed that he was taking precautions of his own, and wondered at the fact that I had no real fear in me. “I assume you have a policy against taking a girl home on the first date,” I observed, shifting in the seat as Randall rested his hand lightly on my knee.

“My home wouldn’t be much of an adventure at all,” he pointed out. “A nice hotel, on the other hand…” I grinned. Randall pressed a button on the inside of the door and the divider between the driver and the back seat went up, leaving Randall and I in something like privacy.

“What kind of adventure will this be?” I asked, trying not to be overly aware of the way that Randall was slowly rubbing my knee, his fingers skimming along the hem of my dress.

“Come now, Jasmine. You wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise.” I felt the heat rising in me once more, excitement beginning to hum along my veins.

“As long as you’re not thinking of abducting me,” I replied, grinning. “I don’t think anyone I know would be able to pay a ransom.” Randall laughed out loud, pulling me close to him.

“How do you think I got to be so wealthy?” He leaned in and brushed my hair aside, nipping at my neck. He lifted me up and into his lap, running his hands all over my body. “I’m sure someone as singular as yourself has any number of people willing to pay for your safe return.” I chuckled, rolling my eyes before Randall’s lips and teeth against my neck started to drive away my ability to think of anything but the sensations he was causing.

“I’m sure I could convince you to make other arrangements in the event that I couldn’t find someone to pay up,” I said, hearing the breathlessness in my own voice as Randall’s hands cupped my breasts through my clothes, giving them a careful squeeze.

“Oh, I am quite willing to entertain negotiations.” He pulled my hips down against his, and I could feel his hard cock, pressing against the confines of his clothes right up against my pussy through my panties.

“You’re surprisingly flexible for someone who’s so wealthy,” I said, biting my lip to muffle the sound of the moan that was rising up in my throat. I had no idea how readily the driver would be able to hear us. Randall chuckled against my skin, his lips moving down to my collar bones.

“There’s no flexibility required; I win either way.” He tugged my dress down carefully, exposing the tops of my breasts, and kissed them slowly all over. I was squirming in his lap, pushing my hips down against his cock. Randall nipped playfully at my sensitive skin, lingering at my breasts for a moment longer before he pulled up, holding my face in his hands to kiss me deeply.

I had no idea of how much time passed as Randall and I fooled around in the back seat of his car; we both managed to keep all of our clothes on, though I worked my hands down along his body, teasing his cock through the fabric of his pants until he moaned softly against my lips and neck. At one point during our mutual teasing, he claimed my earlobe between his lips, nibbling and sucking on it before murmuring, “You realize I’m going to have to punish you for such indecorous behavior.” The idea of more sex—of the kind of intensely erotic “punishment” that Randall’s words suggested, made me giggle, feeling carefree and fearless and more excited than I had been in months. It occurred to me that if any of my previous partners had ever suggested that they would ‘punish’ me—much less if they had subjected me to the kind of almost-embarrassing sex-play that Randall and I had already engaged in—I would have been immediately turned off; with Randall, however, and his easy confidence in his ability to command, I was more than happy to go along with it.

The driver stopped, and Randall carefully lifted me off of his lap, lowering the divider to thank the driver and telling him to be on stand-by. He got out of the car and offered me his hand, pulling me up into his arms as I stepped out. He kissed me hungrily, letting his hands wander over me as his private car quickly moved away from the curb. “Have you ever been here?” Randall asked me, breaking away from the kiss abruptly. I looked at the entrance of the hotel; I knew I had never stayed there—it was in the city, after all, and I had a place to live—but I was almost shocked once more at the obvious splendor of it. The door man was looking away, careful not to notice the two of us canoodling right in front of him, and I almost laughed at the sheer audacity of Randall manhandling me as if we were in private.

“I haven’t, actually,” I replied. “So this whole evening is very much an adventure; you’re already successful.” Somehow, over the course of the time I’d been with Randall, my natural sense of reticence—my instinct to be somewhat daunted by his obvious stature—had transformed to comfort.

“I love this hotel,” Randall told me, holding me close as he led me past the door man, who—still looking away from us politely—held open the door for us. The hotel lobby was even more luxurious than the entrance had been; as Randall led me through to the front desk, I gathered the impression of gleaming, perfectly clean and shined surfaces, deep, plush carpets, and cozy chairs. The lobby was almost completely empty, only a few businessmen sitting with drinks and talking in quiet tones. “The walls are very thick, I’ve found,” he murmured in my ear, kissing me quickly on the side of my neck before turning his attention to the woman behind the desk.

I glanced around, listening to the muted clink of glasses, the hum of conversation, a faint atmospheric music winding through everything. I somehow didn’t feel as out of place in the richness of the hotel as I had at the entrance of the restaurant—in spite of the fact that I was certain that this place was every bit as exclusive. The Astoria Grand was a hotel I had heard of in passing—but never really thought about. “Do you have either of the Penthouse suites available?” I heard Randall ask. The woman at the desk tapped the keys of the computer in front of her.

“We do, actually. I believe it’s even your preferred room.” She looked up from the computer, and I tried not to blush as she looked from Randall to me with a smile. Randall’s hand rested at the small of my back, giving me patience as the receptionist booked the room and activated a key card, handing it to Randall.

Randall guided me to the elevator bank, holding me close to him. I could feel the tension in his body; I felt every bit as anxious to get into the room, without even knowing how it would look, what its amenities would be. “We won’t be staying the whole night—I am a bit old-fashioned that way,” Randall murmured as we waited for the elevator to arrive. “But I thought, considering your penchant for adventure, that you’d enjoy the venue.” He guided me onto the elevator, pressing the button for the top floor, and pressed me up against the wall, lifting me up and kissing me hungrily.

The sound of the elevator pinging its arrival barely broke us apart, and Randall gripped my hand firmly, leading me down a short hall and inserting the key card in one of the three doors that the exclusive floor of suites included. I barely had time to register anything about the room before Randall began kissing me again, his hands wandering over my body in quick, devastating movements that left me trembling with arousal in a matter of moments. “This is a much better venue for appreciating your beauty than that office,” Randall said, breaking away from the kiss to smile slightly. He began unbuttoning my dress slowly, exposing my skin by inches, and I found myself trembling, frozen in place as Randall’s fingers worked their way downward. He leaned in and kissed my neck, nipping playfully with his teeth as he came to the end of the buttons, guiding the dress down my body until it pooled at my feet.

I stepped out of my dress, feeling myself blushing as I felt Randall’s gaze taking in every inch of my body as I stood in just my underwear in front of him. “Mmm, yes,” Randall said, reaching out and cupping my breasts through my bra. My nipples were still sensitive from the teasing and pinching that Randall had given me earlier, and the rough touch of his hands made me moan. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten the punishment you have coming,” Randall said, his voice playful and caressing. I blushed, feeling shy and daring all at once; how was it possible, I wondered, that Randall could have such an effect on me within only hours of having met him?

“I thought you said you were flexible,” I said, batting my eyelashes slightly at him. Randall laughed, giving my breasts a squeeze.

“I am flexible. I could let you choose your punishment.” One of his hands dropped down from my breast and slipped in between my legs, rubbing me through the thin lace of my panties. “But I think we both know that you’re not against the idea of punishment altogether.” I could feel how wet my pussy was already—still, in fact; I had never ceased being aroused since Randall had first dared me to take my panties off under the table. Randall kissed me quickly, touching me everywhere all at once, and I moaned, twisting and arching into his caresses.

“What are my choices?” I asked, my voice sounding breathless to my own ears. Randall broke away from me, letting his gaze travel over my body slowly as he considered.

“I could torture you with bringing you to the very edge of orgasm over and over and over again until you received permission from me to come, or I could give you a thorough spanking and then—in both cases—allow you to make up for your indecorous behavior.” I smiled, thinking that both options sounded equally thrilling; I had never let a boyfriend spank me before, but this wasn’t a boyfriend—it was a wealthy man who I was having a one-night fling with. The prospect of being spanked by him set my heart pounding, but I wasn’t sure whether or not I was ready for it. My pussy was soaking wet as I imagined both punishments, and Randall was watching me expectantly, his bright eyes full of lust. “Make up your mind, Jasmine… I won’t wait forever.” I blushed, trying to decide on a course of action—on what I preferred.

“The first one sounds like something I could withstand better,” I replied, rejecting the spanking not because it didn’t appeal to me—it certainly did—but because I didn’t know if I was ready for it; it seemed like something that I shouldn’t agree to on a first date—on an only date, as far as I knew it to be thus far. Randall smirked.

“We’ll see how you feel about that when we’re done.” He closed the distance between us once more, kissing me hungrily and running his hands all over my body. Randall reached around to my back and unhooked my bra, guiding it away from my chest and dropping it on the floor unceremoniously. He stepped back from me, loosening his tie and unknotting it, pulling it free of his collar. I was too fascinated to resist as he pushed my hands around to my back and wrapped the tie around my wrists, tightening it until I was thoroughly bound. “You are so gorgeous, my dear.” Randall tugged my panties down over my hips, pulling them along my legs and letting me step out of them.

Randall pressed the heel of his palm against my pussy, rubbing me slowly and thoroughly. My arms trapped behind me, I squirmed, tingles of pleasure running through my body from my clit with every movement of Randall’s hand. “Do you remember why I’m punishing you?” Randall asked me, his fingers slipping along my slick folds until he found my clit. I gasped as he stroked it firmly, making me even wetter than I was before.

“Because… because… I was poorly behaved?” I said, not remembering what specific circumstance Randall had suggested my punishment under. Randall smiled slowly.

“Very poorly behaved. So much so that I am tempted to spank you anyway.” My arms were going slightly numb, but I didn’t care. Randall withdrew his fingers from my pussy and teased my nipples, twisting and rolling them until they were hardened nubs, making me moan out loud. “It’s such a shame I wasn’t able to enjoy your noises before,” he said with a little smile, giving one of my nipples a savage pinch that made me cry out. Randall led me to the huge bed, pushing me onto it carefully and letting my legs sprawl open.

Randall pinned me to the bed, kissing me deeply while his hands teased me. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me through his clothes; Randall was as turned on by the prospect of punishing me as I was by the idea of being punished. He slowly worked his way down along my body, teasing and caressing my breasts before slipping down to my pussy. I writhed on the bed underneath him, pinned by his weight and made helpless by the tie binding my wrists together as he rubbed my clit, firm and fast, keeping my legs spread open somehow in spite of my instinct to close them. “Remember, Jasmine—this is your punishment. If you don’t behave properly now, I’ll have no other choice but to spank you.” I nodded, moaning out as Randall’s fingers played with me, flicking across my clit and then retreating until I was panting, my hips moving automatically.