Billionaires in Paris: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (17 page)

“Yes, ma’am.” Am I lying? You’ve seen me!

“That’s good. Have I violated your boundaries at all, Ian? Tell me the truth. I won’t be mad if you say yes.”

“No, ma’am. I’m fine.”

She pauses. Something gently touches my ass. It’s not her hand. “You’re a good boy, Ian. You’re an even better man. But you like being my boy sometimes, right?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I had a feeling. You’ve been acting like my good boy all day. It threw me off at first. So, I’ll tell you what.” What.
What?
Is that suede draping across my naked skin? Oh, fuck. She really dug into the kinky corner of my suitcase, didn’t she? “Tell me why you’re acting like this, and I’ll treat you to something
really
nice.”

There’s a bark in her voice. Demanding. Awed. So confident that I could never compare. “No special reason.” My fingers curl into the carpet. “I’ve wanted to worship you for a while now.”

“No, something tipped you over the edge. I want to know what it is.” Short suede strings continue to tickle me. I know what they are, but I’m in denial. “Don’t hold back from me, Ian. If I get the privilege of confessing to you, then you get to confess to me. Don’t you think that’s a fair exchange?”

I never thought of it that way. The only time I think of confessing is when I go by a Catholic church – and my family isn’t even Catholic!

“So tell me what’s going through that head of yours. Why are we doing this out of nowhere?”

Is it really out of nowhere? For as much as we’ve dabbled with this role reversal over the past year, you’d think she would’ve caught on. “Today I woke up with thoughts of you giving me a taste of my own medicine. Does it have to be any deeper than that?”

The suede is still brushing against me. “No.” Kathryn touches my ass. I flinch. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to strike you, even though I should. A little payback for all the times you smacked my ass and made me like it. Besides.” That flogger in her hand gently lands where her hand once was. “You’re lying.”

My breath catches.

“I will not tolerate liars. Do you understand me? I know what you were looking at on your phone.”

Ah, fuck.

“I told you not to worry.” Her voice softens, but I don’t feel relieved. “I didn’t find out until this afternoon. You think Eva didn’t tell me what you were having her send you?”

Once a rat, always a rat. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out that Eva was born in the Year of the Rat. “I wanted to understand.”

“Understand what?”

“What you’re like when you do this.”

Kathryn hesitates. Then, “Well? What do you think? I was really rough on that guy. Those subs usually like it like that. It’s good for one-night stands. We both let out a lot of pent up energy.”

I nod. She kneels beside my head, hand folding over the back of my neck.

“It’s different with someone you love.” Kathryn almost sounds like my tender Katie, the one who wouldn’t go anywhere
near
my flogger… unless it’s her ass begging for it. “Things change. Everything has a different, deeper meaning. Can’t you at least agree with that?”

“Yes. I think so.”

Kathryn fluffs my hair and pats my back, her long, slender legs standing up again. “I’m going to ask you one more time.” That edge in the air is back. Damn. Something better happen to my cock soon. I know Kathryn
loves
to edge me when she gets even the slightest bit of control, but this isn’t going to work. I want my reward, damnit. “Why do you want to do this, Ian? Why are you asking me to dominate you?”

“Because I fucking love it.”

Silence, again. I’ve even startled myself.

I see her confused countenance. My head turns over my shoulder, getting the full look of her. Tall, strong, bare legs and naked thighs. Our favorite flogger, a gentler piece made of short-string suede, dangles from her hand.

“Say that again,” she whispers.

It’s easy enough to do when I’m looking up into that face of hers. “I. Fucking. Love. It.”

The revelry spreading through her body is enough to make me want to topple her to the floor and resume taking control. I could do it. She wouldn’t say no. It’s not unusual for us to start off playing like this and then me reclaiming all control halfway through. Yes, yes, I know what that looks and sounds like. I’m insecure. I can’t stand the thought of my girlfriend controlling me all the way through a scene.

I see that now.

Her blond tresses fall over her shoulders as she runs her hand through them. The flogger dangles at her side, but she’s itching to pick it up.

“Did you get turned on watching that video?” I don’t believe the sweetness in her voice for one second. “Did your cock get as hard as it is now?”

Sarcasm will not win me any favors here. “Yes, ma’am. It was hot. I didn’t realize how hot you could be doing that.”

The flogger traces a long, heavenly line along my spine. Right where it’s the wettest, not that the flogger is a stranger to Kathryn’s wetness. I’ve spanked her pussy plenty of times with that thing.

“I’m going to make you beg for me, Ian.” She taps the bottom of my ass with the flogger. “When you can’t beg any more, I’m going to fuck you like you always fuck me. Like I’m not even there.”

Boy, do I want to protest.
“I don’t fuck you like that.”
Except I know what she’s talking about. Once in a while, I completely cut her off from the world. I gag her. I blindfold her. I cuff her to the headboard and tie her legs so they’re spread wide open for me, her dripping center begging me to fuck it. And I do. I completely let go and pound her until I’m emptying everything into her. That usually happens on days I’ve been pushed to some kind of limit elsewhere in my life. Work. Family. Someone being a total ass to me and damaging my ego. I take it out on Katie. She tells me to since she also gets something out of it, but sometimes I wonder how fair it is.

Kathryn wanders to the bed not too far away. She pulls one of the big pillows to the center of the bed and lines up the flogger. With a quick flick of her wrist, the suede strings
snap
against the pillow. They all leave long, stringy dents that slowly fade.

She does it once more.
Snap!
Again.
Snap!
The flogger whistles in the air. The pillow relents beneath the impact. The careful movements of her body show years’ worth of practice. The look of determination on her face says she enjoys this more than I can understand.

I daresay she’s better with a flogger than
I
am.

When she’s done demonstrating what a pro she is, Kathryn saunters back to me, the flogger resting on her shoulder.

“Beg for it.”

No man wants to admit to groveling. I wouldn’t be surprised if you tell me that I’m the first man you’ve ever heard, ever seen begging to be smacked by a flogger, let alone by a beautiful blonde who is often called the Ice Queen of our city. People think Kathryn’s a frigid bitch. That couldn’t be farther from the truth if it ran to the other side of the world. She’s one of the most sexual women I’ve had the pleasure of knowing. The way she both shuts you down and riles you up with one frosty look should be criminal – I should be in jail.

When your woman looks at you like
that,
you damn well beg for whatever she wants you to beg for. You’re happy to have her pay that attention to you. Even if it stings, even if it makes you feel things you’ve
never
felt before… well, isn’t that why you’re with her? To feel invigorated in brand new ways?

My cock is still so hard. I don’t dare touch it. I want
her
to touch it.

Kathryn never hits me hard. I could work up to it one day, like she did, but for my first time she’s as gentle as one can be without compromising the fantasy. I beg for each one. Sometimes my head pushes against the carpet, my fists turning white from the power surging through them, but my voice never falters. Neither does hers. Kathryn’s doing things I never thought she would do to me. Nor did I ever think I would want them. Can you see them? The way she kisses me, touches me,
licks
me. I’m hers to use and play with.

“Give me a number.” She’s right in my ear, her hand finally coming for my cock. Oh, fuck! That grip of hers almost destroys me. The sound I make is inhuman. I don’t know if that’s precum or good ol’ fashioned cum covering her fingers, but I’m
ready.
“That’s how many times I’m going to smack you. You’re going to come on the last one, so you better know how many you can handle. If you come too soon, we’re stopping. If you come too late, I’m going to suffocate you with my pussy until you understand your own limits again.”

My brain takes a few seconds to catch up. She’s been slowly stroking my cock this whole time, and it’s all I can think about. How close I am to climaxing, that is.
Don’t disappoint her,
I tell myself.
Don’t disappoint the last woman in the world you want to disappoint.

“Five.”

“Five? You think you can last that long?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I’m counting on you, Ian. Don’t disappoint me.”

With one hand wrapped around my cock, the other brings the flogger down. I shake, ignoring the pain and focusing on how good she feels jerking my cock. Why the fuck did I pick such a high number!

Snap!

I have counted five second intervals between each strike. This gives me time to acknowledge the sting and then focus on something else. As the need in my cock grows to overwhelming hell, she hits me again, and I release that strange sound I’ve never made before.

The fourth strike hits me. I’m biting my bottom lip until it bleeds to keep from coming. I’m so, so close. My cock is roaring with blood and seed, ready to be released. Everything is so hot down there that I wonder if I’m experiencing some kind of BDSM burn.

Five.

I picked the number five, and now I have to deliver. On the fifth strike, I can come.

“You want me to do it?” Kathryn coos, delaying my release. “You want me to jerk your cock until it comes all over you?”

I’m not sure if what I say is English or not, but it conveys my meaning.

“Tell me you want it!”

All of Paris can hear me cry out how much I want some American woman to flog my ass and choke my cock. It’s nothing they’ve never heard before!

Snap!

Everything lets go. My mind, my body, and my heart are leaving this world and going elsewhere. The painful relief I experience is not like anything I’ve endured before. It’s pleasurable, yes, but it’s also so much more than that. It hurts. It stings. It relieves the tension bursting in my body. I go from the tension passing through my cock to my seed hitting my abdomen, hot and wet. Kathryn’s there, talking dirty, telling me what a good boy I am while her hand milks me dry. Thank goodness, because I don’t dare touch myself. She knows how to control this moment so I don’t get hurt and enjoy it as much as possible.

Once my head clears, I collapse. Kathryn drops the flogger and kisses my forehead.

Then rolls me over, because why the hell not.

“
So
close,” she proclaims. “If you came a few seconds sooner, I would’ve counted it as being on time. So you know what happens now, right?”

I’ve got about one ounce of strength left, but okay, I’ll use it on her – and on holding my breath, because I’ve got one second before her pussy is on my face, riding it until I drown again.

It’s been a good life. I have no regrets!

Chapter 15

KATHRYN

I ride this man’s mouth until he
knows
that my word is law and there are no negotiations. It’s not just about me extracting pleasure from his tongue, although that is a huge bonus. It’s about making him recognize who I am.

You think I’m some kind of goddess, Ian? Prove it. Worship me.

I’m riding high. Here, there, high above, down below. It’s been way too long since I last escaped into the mind of a badass Domme who gets absolute servitude from her men. Too. Long. Ian’s been holding out on me! Who knew that this kind of man existed inside of him? Where has he been? Why has it taken him so long to appear? The Ian who dabbled with me before was nothing like this. That guy was only meeting me halfway.

I. Want. All. The. Way.

The room spins. I’ve become nothing but a bitch who is going to get her sexual satisfaction and make sure this man knows his place. That place? Right here beneath my pussy.

I call him every name in my book of dirty names. He’s called me these names many times. I won’t repeat them. You can hear them for yourself as I slam my thighs against his face, forcing his tongue inside me and his lips to kiss mine. This man is going to get acquainted with every fold of my body. Watch me as I brace my hand against the carpet and grab his head with the other. Who’s in charge
now?

This is the third time I’ve come tonight. This is the second time I’ve come on his face. As I cry in bitter ecstasy, my body does its best to use up the last of his air. I want to hear him gasp for it when I finally climb off.