Billionaires in Paris: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (16 page)

“I hope that I am to your satisfaction, ma’am.”

Her fingers dance on my erection, straining against my clothing and begging to be let out.
Hello, Kathryn. We know each other well by now, don’t we? Don’t you think it’s time you and I have a talk again? Come down here and put your hands and mouth all over me. Barring that, you could simply open your legs for me. I haven’t seen your own friend in about a day. A very long day, hasn’t it been?

He needs to shut up. He is
not
in charge today!

“You are very satisfying.” My zipper slowly descends. “Is this your offering to me? Is this what you want to bring to me?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

My eyes clamp shut as she wraps her hand around my cock. It’s still in my boxers, but you would think she’s touching my skin directly. It’s intoxicating. It’s maddening. It’s making me harder than I thought I could ever be – damn, this is what it really feels like to be teased!

Hold back, Ian. You won’t get what you want if you come all over her pretty hand.

“I hope you appreciate how big you are,” she purrs against my cheek. “I don’t even bother with the small ones.”

There are a lot of beta male subs who like to be told that their cocks are puny and incapable of pleasuring a woman. They want to be humiliated. They want to be torn down and built up again. I think Kathryn and I both innately know that I’m not like that. I want something
else.
I want to feel like I’m as important as she is, albeit in a different way.

So she’s going to play up what’s so great about me. Stroke my ego like she strokes my cock, like she always does. It’s different from our usual play, though. She’s not looking for acknowledgment. She’s looking for reverence.

What am I looking for? Something beyond a good time.

Kathryn stands in front of me, T-shirt popping out of her trousers and lifting slightly up her stomach. She is one toned woman. If you made a sculpture in her image, you would have the kind of art piece museums scramble to get. Then some uptight mom wants it banned because she’s exuding too much badassery. Look at her! I’m staring at her belly-button and all I can think about is sex. Alpha Ian is begging me to rub my cock against that soft skin. If this were a scene where I’m on Top, I’d bring her close to me and grind until I either found the strength to hold back or completely lost it all over her stomach.

“Undress my pants.”

I’m thrown back into the scene. There is no room for Alpha Ian. He needs to take a nap.

Dutiful and Obedient Ian, on the other hand, is welcomed here. He’ll do as his lady commands, and he’ll be happy to do so. Starting with taking off these pants, yes.

There’s no rush. I ease her zipper down, careful to maintain eye contact. Kathryn crosses her arms beneath her breasts, pushing them up. Her visage says that she’s pleased. I’m pleased to please her.

Her hips are unveiled. No one would ever embarrass her by saying she has good “childbearing hips,” but there is still plenty to happily hold on to as her jeans slide down her skin, revealing cotton black bikini bottoms. I can smell her arousal. A piquant scent takes me over as my nose nuzzles her stomach, lips brushing softly against her skin. Naturally, my hands continue to obey her command to undress her pants. They land on the floor around her ankles. Kathryn steps out of them and kicks the denim to the side. My hands are batted away from her underwear. Not yet!

“I’m going to stand right here,” she’s stern, but not unforgiving. Chills rush down my spine. “You’ve got ten minutes to make me feel your devotion. Start now. If I’m not impressed after ten minutes, I’m leaving.”

An ultimatum! I do love a good deadline to light a fire beneath my ass.

Challenge accepted.

Chapter 14

IAN

Frenzy mounts the room, and I’m at the center of the hurricane.

My knees hit the carpet. My hands want to grab and paw Kathryn’s body, but I don’t let them. We must be respectful. We must show her a strong serenity as we worship her mortal body. The spirit of a goddess lives inside, but this body beneath my touch is fueled by heat and blood.

She will age. One day, all this elastic skin will be replaced with sags and wrinkles. I fully intend to still be here to see it. Forty years from now I better be on my replaced knees looking up into these crystal blue eyes, seeing infinity.

It’s impossible to count the amount of times I’ve pursued Kathryn with the intent of seducing her. Not only in the beginning of our relationship. These days I still flirt with her, making lewd jokes and overt references to sex so she’ll know what page I’m on. I initiate. I lead. Most of the time she gets to do what she wants, but I still hold the dominant position. There is no denying that I am The Man.

I’m still a man. A man ridiculously in love with this woman.

I don’t just kiss her stomach. I’m enthralled with it. My tongue doesn’t want to stop tasting her skin, feeling her salt run over it and remind the rest of me that she’s as alive as I am. No caress I gift her can accurately represent how badly I want to touch her forever. May I squeeze her hips? May I dip my thumb into her navel? May I leave a trail of hot breath down her leg and kiss her plain toes? May I cover every inch of her regal figure with my adoration? I may be a mere human, but I desire to show her what an exalted figure she is. My queen. My
goddess.

This is what men are so afraid of. Being so in love with a woman that we get on our knees and do things that we were raised to shun. We are supposed to take what we want.
Get
what we want. If we want a woman to suck our cocks, we go out and find one who will do that for us. As I said before, there is no shortage of willing women. The ones who want to make us serve instead can deal with their loneliness.

As long as I live, Kathryn will never have to experience that kind of loneliness again. If I can start with right now, kissing her body and indulging in the very essence of her being, then I will. There is no torture in it. No one has to force me to do it. It’s my own choice, and the amount of power I feel down here on my knees is overwhelming. Can she feel it too?

She touches my hair, patting it down, combing it with her fingers, tickling my ears as I kiss her and come closer and closer to her radiating warmth. The scent of her is so strong now that I don’t know how she’s not jumping my bones. I know I’m about to explode!

“Go on,” she encourages me. “Give me all you got. I’ll tell you to back off if necessary.”

Kathryn remains still as a statue as I pull aside her underwear and dive into her heat. My cock goes to another universe entirely – or at least I don’t feel it straining anymore. Have I actually softened? Or am I in such a different headspace now that nothing can penetrate my concentration? Because I will run my tongue over her nether lips, tasting anything and everything that comes from her mortal body. From the first real sip of her silk I am a total goner. Goodbye. I only have one mission in my life now.

She stiffens beneath my hands and tongue. Good. She’s entering the moment as well. This means I’m doing exactly what I should.

“That’s good,” she whispers, pulling my hair so my tongue sinks deeper into her center. Soft. Warm. Wet. I’ve passed the slick skin and am now exploring her more primitive core. This is the sort of place only my cock and fingers get to experience. “Holy shit.”

Fingers squeeze my head. The desperation rising between us can’t be measured. Kathryn’s wetter. Her taste intensifies, and I can’t hold back how badly I want to take all of her into my mouth. My lips are wet. My nose is wet, buried in her fine hairs. Something is happening in my brain that makes its chemistry go out of
whack.
Here comes my reward pouring from her body, telling me how great I am.

I know her well enough by now to detect when she’s about to come. Damn. This is fast even for me. I consider it a point of pride if I can get her off in ten minutes, let alone five! Is she really that into me acting like this?

“Make me come, Ian,” she snaps. No whines. No whispers. Just pure, basic, commanding need. “I want to come all over your face.”

Kathryn’s toes push against the floor as she gains another few inches on me. I have to commit to pleasuring her now. Knees digging. Fingers searching. Tongue desperate to show her how much I love her. A low, rumbling groan flows through her body just ahead of her release.

Yes, all over my face.

It’s not the first time she’s come on my face! Ha! No way. Even when she’s on her back, tied up, blindfolded, legs held together so she can barely move… and me between her legs spoiling her… even then she gets it all over my face. That’s different. In that moment I’m making her come undone. Right now? She’s confirming that what I’m doing is exactly what she wants from me.

I devour her, all of it. Her thighs shudder around my face, and I’m drunk on her pheromones and the way I make her feel. Only
I
could do this. Those other men she’s been with, whether they were beta male Martin Charles or alpha male Damon Monroe, couldn’t make her feel this way.

You would think that it pumps my ego up until I think I’m the hottest shit in the universe. It doesn’t. If anything, it makes me sad. How long has she waited for this moment?

Her moans turn into laughs. Kathryn steps back, and I catch myself with my hands. Was not expecting to see the floor so soon.

“Aren’t you fun?” Her bare foot lands on my back. Softly, of course, but I can feel her weight spreading through my muscles. There are calluses on her heel that I’ve never noticed before. Not until they were scratching against my spine. Where did she get these calluses from? Her shoes? Fashion really is pain, isn’t it? “Thanks for making me soak my panties. Congratulations. You did it within the time limit.” She pushes down, and thus I go down. Out of the corner of my eye I see the toes on her other foot wiggling in anticipation. It’s so tempting to reach out and tickle her, but I know better. I want rewards, not unfortunate punishments.

She pats my ass, still in trousers, and tells me to sit still on all fours. I push myself back up and brace for what I figure is coming.

Sure enough, Kathryn pulls off her underwear and straddles my back, her thighs lowering until her wet pussy rubs against my skin. Hooooly shit. This is single-handedly one of the hottest things I’ve ever felt – the amazing woman I love spreading her lust all over my back as I bear her weight like a real, strong man. She doesn’t put
all
her pressure on me, of course, but it’s enough to make me realize how much woman she really is.

Someone slap me, because I can see myself wanting to buck her off like the baddest bronco. No, no. I must not!

“You are so hot, you know that?” Her underwear caresses my shoulder blades before traveling to my face. The scent of a woman’s orgasm gives me the slap I need to behave. Entranced, I let the soft cotton rest on my head while Kathryn grabs me by the shoulders. “Sit still. If you adore me as much as you say you do, then you’ll give me all the orgasms I want tonight. I don’t need you to do anything. Just be
beautiful.
”

Oh, man. I’ve said that to her so many times I can’t help but hear the sarcasm dripping from her lips.

She rides me slowly at first, her touch light and her weight easy to bear. Then she picks up the pace, more arousal emerging from her body and passing on to me. Soon I’m going to be covered in her fluids. I’ll smell like nothing but her for at least a week, no matter how much I shower or how much cologne I put on.

Whenever I come on or inside her, I see it as many things. Ownership is definitely one of the more animalistic feelings I have. A message to other men that Kathryn and her body belong to me, and only me. This is how it feels, isn’t it? No one in their right mind would try to seduce me after smelling her arousal all over my body. I also know exactly what she’s doing when she stands up, still straddling me, and moans her way through an orgasm that drips all over my skin.

Silence claims the room shortly after. Kathryn snatches her underwear from my head and steps away, heading for my suitcase.

“Take off the rest of your clothes,” she says, going through my things. “When I turn around, you better be hard.”

I’m already as hard as I can get by the time I’ve lost my pants and boxers. Almost embarrassingly so. The discomfort didn’t bother me before, but now I’ve got a raging hard-on that’s begging for me to grab it or stick it in something.
“Look over there. Your girlfriend’s got the wettest pussy in Paris. She’s horny and ready to go. Why aren’t you driving me into her, again?”
I don’t need to touch my cock to know it’s covered in precum.

“Good boy!” One of my ties lands on my wet back. Kathryn drops something else behind me. It sounds heavy. Oh, no. I know what she was rummaging for now. I steel myself, remembering that I have a safe word if I need to use it. I hope I don’t use it. “Look at you! You really are obedient when you want to be, Ian. That reminds me…” The tie circles my head, blinding me. “I wanted to ask you a few questions. Is that all right?”

“Absolutely, ma’am.” Wow. I do have a voice!

“Excellent. Let’s start with how you’re feeling right now? Are you enjoying yourself?”