Billionaires, Bad Boys, and Alpha Males (82 page)

“I’m speechless,” Nicole said, gawking.

“It beats the little kitchenettes in
Manhattan and Brooklyn by a country mile, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.
 
It sure does.”

He turned and pulled her to him, staring
into her eyes.
 
“And it’s all yours
now,” he said.
 
“I want you to feel
at home here, because it’s your home.”

“I might need some time to get used to
the idea.”

He kissed her then, in the middle of that
spectacular kitchen, and she kissed him back with everything in her.
 
“Come on,” he said, smiling devilishly,
grabbing her by the hand and pulling her as he started to run.

“Where are we going?” she cried,
giggling.

“The master bedroom!” he shouted, tugging
her.
 
She could barely keep up with
him.
 
They ran to the foyer and took
the stairs all the way up.

The master bedroom was itself as big as
most luxury apartments, Nicole thought.
 
Decorated tastefully in whites and browns (white carpet and walls, brown
dressers, curtains and trim), it was actually split into two levels.
 
“You realize your bedroom has a
staircase?” she asked him.

“Where else would we put the hot tub but
the second level?” he replied.
 
When
she gave him a look of astonishment, he laughed.
 
“What can I say?
 
I like the modern touch.”

Aside from just the sheer size of it, the
bedroom also had a desk, a couch, coffee table, chairs, a beautifully large
bed, and windows overlooking the entire property.

“Hold on, let me light the fireplace,” he
said, moving gracefully to the hearth—she hadn’t even seen it at
first—and picking up a remote control.
 
A moment later, a bright flame kindled
and he set it to the perfect level.

He turned to look at her.
 
“You’re freaking out,” he said, more a
statement of fact than question.

“Just a little.”
 
She walked to the bed and sat on
it.
 
It gave way beneath her, soft
and luxurious.
 

Red smiled.
 
“All of this is nice.
 
The beautiful scenery, the pond, the
marble floors and kitchens and every amenity a person could dream of.
 
But in the end, without you here, this
place is just empty—a museum.”

“That’s nice of you to say.”

He crossed to the bed and kneeled in
front of her.
 
“It’s true,
Nicole.
 
I’ve lived here an entire
year, and most of the time I only use a few of the rooms.
 
It gets lonely in a big, expensive
palace with nobody to share it.”

“You could have brought dozens of women
back here.
 
Any of those lovely
ladies that you took back to your apartment in the city would have come to this
mansion.”

“I know that,” he said.
 
“But I didn’t want any of them the way I
want you.”

Her heart started to beat more quickly
now.
 
“Why me?”

Red put his hands on her knees and then
her thighs, sliding beneath the silky material of her skirt.
 
“Why you?
 
Because, when I look in your eyes, you
let me see you.
 
You don’t hide from
me,” he told her.
 
His warm hands
began to slide further and further up her legs.

“That feels nice,” she said softly as he
warmed her with his sensual touch.

His eyes darkened.
 
“But I like that you don’t always want
nice.”

“That’s true,” she said.

“Sometimes you want to be naughty, don’t
you?”

She nodded at him, smiling in a way that
implied more than words could ever do.
 
He stood up and walked to the closet.
 
Seconds later, he came out with a
jet-black blindfold and handcuffs dangling from his hands.
 

She crossed her legs and waited for him, that
part of her getting hot and slick with anticipation.
 
He was looking at her now with intense
hunger, desire, and his wanting her made her hotter still.

“Stand up,” he said, commanding her now.

“Yes, sir.”
 
She got to her feet
instantly—standing tall, chin up, like a good little soldier.
 
This made Nicole smile a little for some
reason.
 
She was in Red’s army
now.
 

“What’s so funny?” he asked her, his eyes
darkening.

“Nothing sir.”

“You’ll be punished for your glib
attitude,” he said, and his nostrils flared.
 
“Your backside’s going to be hot pink
before the night’s over.”

She nodded at his statement, pictured her
bare bottom as his palm crashed against it while her flesh shivered beneath his
magnificent, firm hand.

Nicole controlled her expression, remaining
calm and composed on the outside, even though her thighs quivered in
anticipation of his touch.
 
There
would be some pain—just a little bit—and then there would be
pleasure.
 
Red doled out pleasure
and pain as if he was a chef with a special recipe; Hot and sweet, sweet and
sour.
 
Red mixed the ingredients to
perfection.

She never knew quite what to expect, and
this time was no different, as Red tied the blindfold around her head.
 
Next, he put her hands behind her back
and then slipped the handcuffs over her wrists, clicking them into place.
 
They were tight but not too tight.
 

“Stand perfectly still, Nicole.”

She did exactly as he requested,
anxiously awaiting his touch.
 
Suddenly, he ripped her skirt down to her ankles and tore her blouse
open.
 
She felt him tearing at her
bra, and it came off with a popping sound.
 
She was mostly naked now; she could feel the cool air of the room
against her bare skin.

Her entry was slick and wet and
completely visible.
 
With the
blindfold on, Nicole could feel her heat down there, the vulnerability of it,
but she didn’t know if Red was looking at it or not.
 

“You’ve been giving me a lot of trouble,
lately,” he growled at her, and his voice actually trembled with anger.
 
“Shooting your questions at me,
complaining and whining in my office, behaving like a spoiled child.
 
Do you think I should be subjected to
that?”

“No, sir,” she whispered.
 
She was sweating, her forehead was hot
and the blindfold was scratchy against her face.
 

“You must learn.
 
You must learn that I am in charge, and
your trust in me has to be complete and without question.
 
Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she whispered hoarsely.
 

“Do you deserve punishment for all of
your misdeeds?”

“I do.”

“Good.”
 
His voice was further away.
 
She could hear him walking on the soft
carpet, but couldn’t tell where he was going.
 
For a little bit, it was just silent in
the room and she stood in her solitary darkness, naked and waiting.

And then she heard him treading back to
her.
 
His hand was on her shoulder,
spinning her around and then pushing her forward so that she fell onto the bed
with her butt in the air.
 
His hands
were on her hips, pulling her panties down to her ankles.
 
Seconds later, she heard a whooshing
sound and then her ass was stinging as something whipped against her skin.

At first she thought he was using a belt,
but it didn’t feel as hard and painful as a belt.
 
Also, it seemed as though there were
tassels, so that when he slapped her butt, these little strands slapped her
skin.
 

It was more intense than a spanking from
Red’s hand would have been, she thought, and a little scary.
 
He was using an actual weapon of some
sort on her—a tool of his trade.
 

But as Red continued to spank her with
the thing—whatever it was—she started to relax into it.
 
Sometimes he almost tickled her with it,
swishing the strands across her behind in the most seductive way.
 
And having that against her skin instead
of Red’s touch, simply made her crave his touch that much more.

She heard him drop the instrument to the
floor and then his weight was pressing down upon her back.
 
His hot breath was on her earlobe.
 
“Your ass is bright red from the beating
I gave it, Nicole.
 
Does that make
you wet?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Let me see for myself.”
 
He reached his hand around, between the
bed and her skin, and soon he was sliding around her pussy, rubbing it,
exploring it.
 
The sensations of
pleasure were almost too much for her to bear.
 
“Oh god,” she cried.

“Don’t come,” he said, almost
angrily.
 
“I haven’t given you
permission yet, slut.”

The word slut made her flinch.
  

“You’re
my
slut,” he said, as if clarifying.
 
“And mine alone. Only for me, isn’t that
correct?”

“I’m your slut,” she told him.
  

“I can do with you whatever I please.”

“Of course.”

“I can take you any way that I
please.
 
In your mouth, in your
cunt, in your ass.”

She hesitated.
 

“Answer me, slut.”

“Yes.
 
Any way you desire.”
 
But she was hesitant.
 

She was still on her stomach, her face
pressed against the bed.
 
She could
smell the freshness of the coverlet, which smelled of detergent and perhaps a
spray or two of Febreze.
 

Red’s hands grabbed the back of her legs
and pushed them apart so that she was spread eagle on the bed, and then he
pushed his face into her wetness, pulling her hips into him as his tongue
penetrated her dripping hole.

She had an unexpected orgasm as his
tongue pressed first against her clitoris, flicking it multiple times and then
searching deeper still.

Her hips bucked and her arms pulled
against the handcuffs.
 

“Did you just come?” he asked.
 
His voice was harsh and disapproving.

Ashamed, she nodded mutely.

“I told you not to do that.”
 
He grabbed her beneath her torso and
easily lifted her off the bed.
 
She
was suddenly standing again, but confused.
 
With the blindfold on, it was difficult to tell where she was facing and
there was a sense of vertigo.

“On your knees, my slut.”
 
He took her by the shoulders and pressed
her down.
 
Nicole went to her
knees—they dug into the soft carpet.
 
“You’re going to please me now, since you’ve made sure to have your own
pleasure first and foremost.”

She heard him unbuckling his trousers and
then his hand was under her jaw, grasping it tightly, squeezing until her mouth
opened.
 
Suddenly, his erect manhood
filled her mouth, large and demanding, thrusting deep into her throat
unexpectedly.

“Take it all in,” he told her.
 
“I don’t want you to stop until I tell
you to stop.”
 

She opened her mouth as wide as possible
to accommodate his girth.
 
Her
tongue slid around his thick shaft, and saliva spilled down her chin.
 
Red moaned softly.
 

Nicole was actually enjoying it.
 
The blindfold, the handcuffs, the
sensation of being out of control.

Red was slowly moving his hips back and
forth, sliding himself in and out of her mouth, sometimes nearly withdrawing.
 
And then he would go all the way in,
until he could go no further.
 
She
wasn’t sure she could take him like that, but after a few minutes she started
to have more confidence in herself.

“Yes, my sweet,” he said, as his hips
began to move faster.

Blindfolded and handcuffed, only her
mouth could do any work.
 
Nicole’s
jaw was tiring from her efforts, but she wanted so badly to please him as he’d
pleased her.
 
She could feel
everything now—the stinging sensations on her rear end from where he’d
spanked her, the tightness on her wrists, the taste of him and his excitement
as it built and built.