At the Billionaire's Pleasure Christmas Stocking (2 page)

He toyed
with me. His fingers dancing along the edge of the entrance to my
body. I moved, wriggling in an attempt to seek some sort of relief.
I was sure that if he continued I would die of need.

David's
eyes darkened and he pushed me back onto the bed. He moved quickly,
the silver cuffs closing over my wrists before I even had a chance
to complain. He turned me onto my face, pushing a pillow beneath my
hips, lifting my ass into the air. I was presented before him.
Vulnerable and exposed.

I
quivered with anticipation. When his hand came down on my ass I
jerked upwards. My back bowing in the middle as I lifted my face
off the bed. A small cry of pain leaving my lips. But it wasn't
real pain. The pain bloomed in skin making me tremble even more.
But I was trembling with need. I wanted him to spank me. Wanted to
feel the shock of his hand against my skin. We had played this game
before and I knew the intense pleasure it brought out in
me.

His hand
came down on my ass again and I bit my lip. With his free hand he
slipped one finger inside my dripping sex. Pushing it deeper into
me as he spanked me again, drawing a shaky cry from me. He pushed
another finger into me as he continued to spank me. Each slap that
he rained down on my ass grew steadily harder as he moved his
fingers in and out of me.

Tears
ran down my cheeks as the pleasure built within my body. A pleasure
that only David could create within me. He chased me to the edge,
the spirals of pleasure steadily growing inside me. Until there was
a dead stop. He withdrew his fingers from me and halted his
spanking.

I was so
close, my body practically hummed with desire. I tried to stay
still. I wanted him inside me when I came. I wanted to feel his
shaft fill me, complete me. The thought alone was enough to edge me
closer to an orgasm.

David
leaned down over me. I hadn't noticed him finish getting undressed.
My mind too preoccupied by the throb low in my belly. His breath
tickled across my skin as he pressed his lips against my ear. I
could feel his shaft between my legs. The hard length of him
teasing me as he moved.

"What do
you want? Tell me what you want, Carrie." His voice was strained. I
could hear the tension that ran through him, it seemed holding back
wasn't just difficult for me.

"I want
you... inside me..." I whispered the words. David's hand tangled in
my hair as he lifted my face away from the bed.

"Say it
louder. I want to know how much you want it."

"I want
you inside me!" I practically screamed the words.

David
didn't waste any time. His strong hands wrapping around my waist as
he flipped me over onto my back and plunged into me. The feel of
him inside me made me cry out. A long ragged scream of desire as an
orgasm crashed into me. David's hands cupped my face as he moved in
and out of me. The steady stroke of him quickly building wave after
wave of pleasure within me.

Feeling
him take me was almost too much to handle. My body felt like one
giant nerve ending. Every time I thought I was going to be able to
catch my breath another wave of pleasure hit me and sucked me
under. The constant spasms within my belly quickly pushing David to
the edge of his control. His strokes changing to a more frenzied
pace.

I dug my
nails into his back as he called my name and exploded within me.
His warmth quickly flooding through my body. Filling me with that
familiar feeling of being claimed. I was his and equally he was
mine.

Panting
I collapsed beneath him, my arms giving out, refusing to hold me
upright anymore. I felt like a limp rag doll, my body rang out with
the subsiding spasms of pleasure. Each time David's hands stroked
down across my frenzied skin I quivered. My body unable to take
anymore of the heat from his touch.

"You
tempt me far too much..." David's voice was warm it poured across
my skin like honey. Dripping onto my skin and making me
glow.

"I
thought that was my job?" I teased, turning around to face
him.

His eyes
were dark but I could tell that he was content, happy even. Lying
in his arms was the safest place in the world to be. It was my
haven. No matter what else happened, knowing I had David to come
back to was one of the things that made life so
wonderful.

"You're
very good at your job." He leaned into me, his lips brushing softly
over mine. His breath fanned across my face and I let my eyes slide
closed. When he kissed me, it was different to the first time. This
was David taking his time, exploring me. Enjoying the feel of my
mouth against his, the curve of my body beneath his touch. I was
like putty in his hands.

When he
pulled back from me his steady assured smile was back in place. He
knew what he could do to me only too well. Some women would
complain that I was giving up all of my power to the man lying in
the bed beside me. But what they didn't realise was, it was an even
trade. Sure I let him have whatever he desired from me. I couldn't
deny him anything, but I also didn't want to. I adored what he did
to me, the way he made me feel and the feeling of such pure safety
and love. I trusted him one hundred percent, in the same way he
trusted me. He knew and understood my body. Sometimes better than I
did myself, which I often found baffling. But it was worth
it.

"I've
got a surprise planned for you." He caressed the side of my face
with the barest tip of his fingers.

I perked
up in the body, propping myself up on one elbow as I gazed into his
eyes.

"I've
got a winter chalet, and I was hoping you might want to spend some
time there with me this weekend... That's if you have no other
plans?"

I
started to laugh and shook my head. "No plans other than long
prolonged periods of time in bed with you."

Pulling
me into his arms he tugged me over onto his body. "That sounds like
a pretty good plan to me. But when we're up there I have some
people that I want you to meet."

I paused
and watched his expression. He was completely guarded and try as I
might I couldn't read him. It was frustrating to see him like this.
One minute utterly open, and the next completely closed off to me.
It made reading, and understanding him almost
impossible.

"Like
who?"

"Just
some business associates and friends." David's expression remained
guarded.

It made
me nervous.

Pulling
out of his grip I sat up in the bed and pulled the sheet around my
body. David withdrew his hands from me and didn't try to hold onto
me. He didn't stop me as I moved to the edge of the bed and sat
watching him. He merely kept his gaze steady on mine. Watching me
with his unreadable expression.

"Well,
are you going to tell me anything about these people?" In my head I
had visions of the sort of people from the Dom club he had taken me
to. Women clad in nothing but lingerie and chains. I swallowed
hard. I didn't mind David tying me up and blindfolding me, but the
thought of anyone else seeing me in that state was almost a step
too far. Almost. A thrill ran through me. I wasn't sure if it was
just the fantasy that excited me or if I really could be excited by
something like that.

I knew
for certain that I wouldn't tolerate anyone but David touching me.
But perhaps being watched would be a different experience. I
stopped myself, noticing that I was allowing my imagination to run
away with me. I knew nothing about these people. Perhaps they were
just business associates. But part of me knew what David's business
associates were like and they were all pretty kinky.

"Where
would be the fun in that? I've told you it's a surprise. The people
who are coming are all part of the surprise."

My
stomach lurched with nerves and I was sure the fear was written all
over my face. David must have saw something there that he wasn't
expecting because his expression immediately changed.

He moved
across the bed towards me, the sheet slipping down over his body,
revealing him inch by inch. It was like some sort of strip tease
and I found myself unable to tear my eyes away from him. He was
stunning. All hard muscle, a fine trail of dark hair ran from his
belly button and disappeared beneath the sheet. I wanted to reach
out and pull the sheet back, revealing what I knew lay beneath but
I didn't. Instead I knotted my fingers into the sheet and I allowed
David to come to me.

He
kneeled in front of me, the covers pooling around his hips. Slowly
he pressed his fingers under my chin and tipped my face up towards
his. Whatever he saw in my eyes worried him. It fleetingly crossed
his face before disappearing back behind his stony
facade.

"You
trust me, Carrie. I know you do. I've witnessed it every time we
make love. So why, now, would you suddenly stop trusting
me?"

I
swallowed hard. The butterflies in my stomach making me fidget.
David's hands closed over mine, holding them steady and preventing
them from completing their nervous dance.

"I'm not
sure... I do still trust you, it's just..." I blushed furiously and
suddenly David understood. He grinned at me, the smile cutting
through the stony expression he had been giving me.

"You're
afraid of yourself. You don't trust you... It's not really
me..."

I
dropped my gaze again, unable to meet his. I could feel all of my
emotions crowding into the back of my throat, making it almost
impossible to breathe.

But
David was determined and now that he knew he was right, it made him
even more insistent. He tipped my chin up once more and this time
kept his fingers pressed into the soft skin of my face. His eyes
had filled once more with the usual intensity that I had come to
expect from David.

"Tell me
the truth."

"Fine! I
don't trust myself. I'm worried that you will introduce me to a way
of life that I would never have thought I would be interested in...
And then I'll like it. Or love it even, and it'll change me. I'm
afraid that I'll become something that I'm not. And I'm not sure my
little bit of confidence that I have begun to build will be able to
cope with it."

David's
smile softened and he loosened his grip on me. Instead he wrapped
his arms around my body and tugged me in against his body. He smelt
like sex and man. My man.

A thread
of fear ran through me and I trembled. What if I lost him, what if
I wasn't enough for him? It was a fear I had grown used to having,
it had become almost like a security blanket and I couldn't imagine
life without it.

"I've
never met a woman like you, Carrie. A woman who is afraid that she
might be introduced to something that she might fall in love
with..."

"Well
then all the women you were with were obviously liars." The words
came out far more venomous than I had intended. David froze for a
second before a slow rumble started up in his chest and moved to
his throat and spilled from his lips. Laughter. He was laughing at
me. If there was one thing on this earth that could irritate me it
was his ability to turn all of my insecurities into insignificant
jokes.

It
wasn't particularly a bad thing. And he certainly didn't mean
anything nasty by it. But if I wanted to indulge my insecurities I
didn't want him pointing out how flawed they were, or how daft I
was for having them... Well not all of the time anyway. Part of me
knew he was right. That I was being silly and overreacting but a
larger part of me didn't want to acknowledge it.

"Perhaps
they were liars, love. But you are not. I didn't mean to make you
uncomfortable but trust me when I tell you that you'll enjoy
yourself. If you just give yourself the chance to enjoy
it..."

There
were those words. If I just gave myself the chance. I couldn't
explain it, but the thought terrified me. It was a part of my
relationship with David that I constantly struggled with. Giving
myself over completely. Trusting that if I just gave myself the
chance that I could enjoy myself.

It was
easy in the bedroom. David's hands awakened something within me
that required me to submit to him. He was my master in every way. A
simple brush of his fingers across my skin was enough to ignite
such passion. Where he was concerned I had no choice. But when my
brain came into the equation it was a different matter. I over
analysed everything.

"... We
leave in the morning, for a week. I didn't think you'd want to
spend Christmas there, away from your family. So we're due back the
few days before Christmas day itself... But I thought we might use
it as an opportunity to have our own little celebration, it being
our first official holiday together."

I
couldn't help myself. I leaned in against him and pressed my lips
gently to his. It was a chaste kiss but it was enough. David
understood. Sometimes I wondered if he knew me better than I knew
myself. In that moment in his arms in the bed I was sure that he
did.

I
swallowed back all of my nerves, determined that I would give
myself the chance to enjoy it. David would never put me in a
situation where I would be too uncomfortable. He wasn't like
that.