Bred for the Billionaire’s Heir (An Erotic tale of BDSM, Alpha Male Dominance and Female Submission)

BOOK: Bred for the Billionaire’s Heir (An Erotic tale of BDSM, Alpha Male Dominance and Female Submission)
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BRED FOR THE BILLIONAIRE’S HEIR

 

by

Alex Anders

 

 

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Copyright © 2012 by Alex Anders

 

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The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. The person or people depicted on the cover are models and are no way associated with the creation, content or subject matter of this book.

 

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Bred for the Billionaire’s Heir

 

Jasmine's heart raced as she looked across the bar.
He
was there again. For the last three nights, the deeply tanned man with the perfectly styled sun bleached hair and the tailored white shirts sat at the table closest to the docks. But unlike all of the other nights when he stared out past all of the yachts at the shadowy blue sea, this night he was staring directly at her.

The excitement allowed by Jasmine's youth and inexperience overwhelmed her. She could feel her olive complexioned face glow a shade of pink. At 20, these were her first times in a bar and here she was capturing the attention of the most attractive and mysterious man there. She squeezed her knees together enjoying the warmth of her loins as it burned her lips.

Unable to turn away, Jasmine found herself lost in his eyes. Even from a distance his steely grays entranced her. And like a snake charmer charming a cobra, every one of his movements brought one of her own. She had never felt so controlled in her life. It took everything in her to break away and get up.

Sneaking a few looks back at him as she scurried, she headed for the bathroom. She needed to get away. He was too much for her. The feelings that bubbled up inside of her threatened to wash her away leaving no part of the delicate virgin behind. Pulling her gaze away from him for the last time, she pushed on the curves of the bamboo covered bathroom door. With the door closing behind her, the air returned to her lungs. Her chest heaving, she was drenched in a wet film of lust that made her feel that she glowed like a beacon.

Staring in the mirror above the sink she didn't recognize the girl staring back. Gone was the girlish ponytail and fresh faced innocence. She had snuck out of her hotel room with make-up on and in her most alluring sundress. She knew this change had all been for the stranger and now having gotten more from him than she could have imagined, she was lost.

'I should go,' she thought. 'My parents are probably wondering where I am.'

Her thoughts were an excuse and she knew it. Neither her parents, nor her brother, monitored her movements. They hadn’t even noticed that she had been out hours later than this the night before. No, the truth was that the power that the stranger had over her terrified her. She had never felt so drawn to man before.

Jasmine's hips began the gentle rock that they did when she was about to change direction when they froze. The door of the bathroom had flung open and with his eyes locked on Jasmine, the dark stranger strode toward her not caring who else was there.

Jasmine wilted with the stranger so close. He was tall and thick, and with him almost on top of her, she could smell the sea. Still with her body turned toward the mirror, she felt his large strong hands swipe around her body, slide up her small torso and grab her breast. The sparks that flew through her body weakened her knees.

With the stranger's other hand clamped onto her left leg, Jasmine's head fell back. She wanted to be kissed. Boys had kissed her before but none of them had made her feel like this. She wanted to be kissed by a man. Moving her lips closer and closer to his, she fought for breath in anticipation.

When their lips finally met, she knew that she was his. They were strong and warm, and when his lips pried her mouth open, she became his supple clay pushed and tugged by his tongue as if she had no will but his.

A wave of pleasure crested and crashed out of her with a groan when to her surprise the chiseled stranger moved his hand up her skirt pushing aside her soft frilly underwear. No boy would have ever had been so direct with her. She was in a new territory and she liked it. Now with his tongue filling her mouth and his hand kneading her breast, his finger searched for the gentle protrusion which held her sex. And when he found it, the sensation swept her off of her feet.

All of Jasmine's body curled around the stranger. With both of her feet leaving the ground, she bent them back around him like an octopus consuming its prey. Her arms gripped onto the back of his neck and by the time she was through she splayed over him like a second skin whose center was the sensitive nub that undulated back and forth under his touch.

“Ahh,” she moaned feeling a force that she had never felt. “Ahh!” She groaned louder gripping onto his perfect body tighter.

Jasmine's body shook and froze all at the same time. Her toes, her fingers and tongue had all gripped onto whatever it could find. But her insides rattled. They hummed. And with a sudden pulse that she had only read about in stories, her loins let go a flood of sensations that rendered her soul useless but for the understanding and devouring of pleasure. Jasmine felt her mind let go of her body for a moment and when she came to, she found her feet again touching the ground and her arms sliding off of her man and hitting her side dead.

With her eyes closed she examined her body. The warmth of the man's strong hands made her want to drawn him inside of her. She wanted to rest her hands on his to feel more, but still unable to move she instead closed her legs feeling as much of his still fingers as she could.

Jasmine, feeling like she had to open her eyes, looked up into the mirror finding his steely eyes again. Staring back at her he had a plan and she was sure of it. When he released her engorged lips making her stand on her own, she began to understand what it was. The bulge that was pressed against her lightly covered ass was him. And with his whipping it away and the sound of his worn jeans zipping down, she knew what was next.

Jasmine froze again this time out of fear. She didn't fear him or the loss of her innocents. What she feared was that it would happen here. She hadn't waited this long and pushed away all of her groping boys to give her virginity away while leaning over a sink at a bar in the Bahamas. No, she had dreamed of more. She didn't have the fortitude to stop the man who could be the most beautiful man she had ever seen, but she did wish him to stop.

The wish was enough. Staring into the merciful stranger's eyes he stopped. Jasmine's heart clenched thinking their experience could be over. She prayed it wasn't.

'Not here,' she thought looking again at the open stalls and peeling paint on the walls. 'Anywhere but here.'

The stranger sensing her thoughts let her go completely. For Jasmine, it felt like her heart being ripped out. The loss she felt from his departure crippled her and she would do anything she had to to feel him again.

Unceremoniously the man zipped up his pants, looked at Jasmine one more time and then walked out of the bathroom. Not wanting him to leave her she followed. Reentering the open space of the outdoor bar she didn't care who saw them. Yes, they had both just come out of the women's bathroom together, but she was in a country that she would never visit again. For this reason, and for the first time, she didn't care what anyone who saw her thought. This was what the gray eyed stranger did to her and she liked it.

When the man led her out past the tables, she thought about the drink she didn't yet pay for and didn't care. One step behind him, he led her onto the thick wooden planks of the dock where he snaked through the maze of extravagant wealth and privilege.

What had drawn her to the bar three nights ago had been the yachts. She had never seen boats so large before. There were 50 foot sail boats and 70 foot cruisers which were all beyond her imagination, but the ship that had really blown her away was the one that the stranger seemed on an unwavering path towards.

Stepping onto the sloped ramp, they were there. It was the 150 foot personal cruise ship that floated as a backdrop to all of the other boats. It was the ship that had to have cost more than all of the homes on her middle class suburban street put together. It was the most extravagant yacht she had ever seen and she was about to board it.

Stepping onto the deck, Jasmine looked around. It was spotless. Even in the moonlight she could see that the deck chairs were made of a glossy, expensive looking wood, and the towels that lay folded next to them were precisely placed. Looking up there were two flights above her and she could only guess how many levels below.

'This can't all be his,' Jasmine considered. 'He can't be more than 35. How could anyone so young and gorgeous also be so wealthy?'

For the first time the stranger stopped and looked back at her. Jasmine became still feeling what felt like the stranger undress her with his eyes. She liked it and wanted more. She wanted him to take her in his arms and shred her clothes in his teeth. Thoughts went through her mind that she hadn't even considered before. She wanted to feel the sultry rhythm of his heart beat. She wanted to submit to him in every way.

Like a snake at full strike, the man reached across the space gripping onto Jasmine's neck. She jumped at his suddenness. And barely able to regain her footing, she found her body against his with her sheer sundress quickly sliding over her head.

'I'm naked,' she thought through breathless kisses that made her head spin. 'Who can see me?' She wondered. 'Who's watching?'

With her dress tossed aside, her breasts brushed against the smooth silk of the stranger's shirt. It felt wonderful, but what felt even better were the dips and curves of what had to be a magnificent body hidden below. She wanted more of him. She had dreamed of her first moment of unadulterated lust being a one-upmanship of individual revelation. First hers, she thought, then the lucky man's; then her again followed with his until they were both completely naked.

“You,” she whispered hoping that he both heard and understood.

He seemed to because the next thing removed was his shirt. And before it was even on the ground her hands spanned his rippling back like a cat attacking. She wanted him and now she didn't care who saw or what she had to do to get him.

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