Caught: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (His Domination Book 2) (4 page)

Monica hid her smile behind her hand. “That sounds… well, I don’t have any siblings, so I couldn’t tell you how weird that is or not, but I’m sure it’s disturbing from your perspective.”

“You truly have no idea.”

They finished dinner, eschewing dessert and instead deciding to head up to the East Wing. Henry insisted that there was a good movie they could watch. Monica, on the other hand, had a few ideas of her own – which she shared with Henry the moment they entered his chambers and the twilight of the day cast shadows on the both of them.

“I don’t want to watch a movie,” Monica said, placing her hand on Henry’s firm abdomen and playing with his belt buckle. “I want you to fuck me.”

Chapter 3

Her Master’s Chambers

Neither surprise nor boredom entered his eyes. Henry leaned one hand against the wall, cornering Monica by the door but not doing anything to incite her. “That’s pretty forward.”

“Please. You invited me to your estate and thought I wouldn’t be thinking of this?”

“Quite the contrary, not a minute went by today in which I didn’t imagine you on your knees in front of me.” He lowered his head and touched her cheek with his nose, breath hot on her skin. “In fact, I spent so much time thinking of what I want to do with you, that I ended up confusing myself. So little time. So many games we could play.”

Monica shivered. “Will you kiss me?”

Henry wrapped his hand around half her neck, his thumb pushing against her tender flesh as his lips came for hers.
We haven’t kissed since we last parted.
Now here he was, mouth touching hers, their kisses heavier with each passing second. Arousal burst within Monica, and while her bun pressed against the wall, she searched for Henry’s jacket in an effort to bring him closer to her.

“My sweet Princess,” Henry said, his grip tightening. “There are some things I can think of making you do right now.”

“Tell me.” The thought of doing as he bid brought more arousal to Monica.
I’ll please you. I’ll make you proud.
And in return, she would also feel good for a while. “I want you to be my Master.” Monica was on vacation, after all. Time to escape into a different world where she didn’t have to worry about a damn thing in her life.

Henry, however, did not jump at the chance to make her serve him. “And what are you in such a hurry for?” He touched the top of her cleavage and watched his finger disappear between her breasts. “You just got here. You’ve barely had dinner. Are you so wound up that you can’t keep yourself off me?”

Monica gasped when his fingers found her nipple within her dress. “Please, Mr. Warren,” she said with a careful tone. “It’s only right that I thank you for inviting me into your home.”

He loomed over her, and for a fleeting moment Monica thought he would take her right there against the wall.
Do it.
She would either take the drawn out game of dominance and submission, or she would take the quick, needy sex he offered right now.
Let’s get it out of our systems. Out of
my
system.
Didn’t Henry know how much she fantasized about coming to see him? Monica was ready to feel his touch again. His
absolute
touch.

“You try my patience. I was going to wait until tonight to treat you to something, but now you come in here and attempt to seduce me. I’m a strong man, Monica, but even I have my limits. Tempt me too much and I may give you what you want. To my own ends, of course.”

Whatever that meant, Monica wanted it.

“There must be something I can do for you.” She touched his chest, fingers working the buttons of his silk shirt while her eyes darted to his belt buckle. “Tell me what to do. My knees, my back… do whatever you want to me.”

“Maybe I don’t want to do anything to you.” Henry guided her hand to his cock, hardening within his trousers. “Maybe I want to make you do all the work.”

That’s fine too!
“You’re the master of this household. It’s only right that I serve you.” Monica pushed off the wall and against him. “Use me in any way you want. Even if it means using my actions.”

Without a word Henry smoothed down her hair – his fingers played with the pearls before hovering around her ear. Her hand did not leave his cock. “If you’re not careful, I will take full advantage of you.”

The man knew how to speak to her. Monica clasped her hands on his shoulders and lifted herself up, kissing his chin and attempting to bring him down upon her.

In her desperation all she could think was how happy she was when Henry finally lured her to bed, his body sitting on the edge while he forbade her from joining him. “Kneel,” he said, the bite of Mr. Warren clouding his voice. “Kneel and lower your dress.”

She did as commanded, her knees sinking to the carpet in between his legs while her hands reached for her straps. One by one they fell down her arms, gathering at her elbows while the bust of her dress gave way to her breasts. Her braless breasts, since Monica knew what she was doing when she dressed earlier that day.
I brought one whole bra on this trip.
Just in case it was socially necessary.

It definitely wasn’t right now.

“Where did you get these pearls?” Henry rubbed one of them, nuzzling it into Monica’s hair. “They make you look so prim and proper. And yet here you are, kneeling before me with your tits out. Do you think that’s proper, my princess?”

Monica shook her head. “No, Mr. Warren. It isn’t proper at all.”

“A good girl would keep that sort of thing hidden away. You must not be a very good one. Would you say you’re a sullied girl?”

God willing.
“I’m afraid so. I’m sorry if it displeases you.”

“It doesn’t matter. I don’t like you because you’re virginal. I like you because you know how to serve. Do you think I care that other men have seen you like this? Other women, perhaps? Never. You seem like an assured woman who knows what she wants. And you want me to punish you for your indiscretions, even the ones I don’t know about… right?”

“Yes, Mr. Warren.” Monica tried to mask the excitement in her throat.

“Turn around and bend down. I want to see your ass.”

The carpet rubbed against Monica’s knees as she did as he bid, her skirt falling along her back while she pushed her ass into the air and against Henry’s cock.
Fuck me.
Being pushed into the floor as he did her from behind sounded… well, Monica couldn’t think of it without wanting to pass out in her fantasies.

Not that she could pass out. The first spank she received made her torso shoot up, her voice cracking in the air as another smack hit her ass.

“How many times should I spank you today?” Henry kneaded her flesh, his strong fingers rolling her skin between them as Monica moaned into the carpet. “You tell me. I don’t know what naughty things you’ve done since I last saw you.”

I don’t care, I just want more.
Henry knew how to spank. He was hard enough to send a tender flash through her system, but considerate enough to not dish long-term pain. Monica liked the shock of the here and now. She wasn’t interested in being bruised and sore the next day. “I’ve been terrible,” she said meekly. Monica was careful to not sound childish. A woman with a lot of guilt was the ticket. “I’ve thought about you so many times.”

His grip on her ass tightened. “And did you touch yourself?”

“Every time.”

“Every time?” She got a spank for that. A harsh one that made her yelp. “Touch yourself now. Right here.” Henry took her hand and pushed it between her legs. Monica touched her own thighs before meeting the cotton of her lingerie. “Just like that. Touch yourself until I can see how wet you are.”

That wasn’t difficult. Just hearing Henry talk about punishing her with more spanking was making Monica shudder in all the right ways. When she pressed against her lingerie, she already felt her arousal appearing, right in full view of Henry’s eyes. Somehow that was hotter than him taking off her clothes.

“Ah!” Both his hands came down on her ass at the same time.

“Do you like it when I call you filthy, Princess?” The gentle way he rubbed her red flesh lured Monica back into reality. “Do you like being punished because of how dirty you are?”

“Yes…”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“In that case you’re unbelievable. I don’t think I’ve ever come across a woman who takes so much pleasure in parading herself like this in front of me. Do you think it pleases me?”

Good Lord, Monica didn’t care. Her fingers were burrowing beneath the fabric and relieving some of the tension he left inside her. “I hope so, Mr. Warren.”

“It does in that it tells me I can use you as I wish. It’s one thing for you to tell me that. It’s another to see it for myself.” Henry bent down, hands clasping on her shoulders before yanking her up and pulling her into a half-embrace. Monica clutched his shirt and fought to unbutton it.
He’s so warm.
Anxious fingers felt his skin and the hard muscles beneath. Some of her hair came undone from her bun – Monica was almost too busy rubbing her arm against his erection to notice. “Since you’re purely a vessel for my pleasure, I’m sure you won’t mind taking matters into your own hands, so to speak.”

He strained against his trousers, the zipper already halfway down by the time Monica fumbled with it and drew his erection out of his clothes.
Now we’re getting somewhere.
Her sore ass reminded her that more discipline could be coming if she played this scene right.

Henry’s groan excited her, and all she did was kiss and stroke his cock from the side. Monica wrapped her hand around the head and lowered her tongue so she could have the chance to graze her teeth against his sack. That was apparently the right thing to do, for Henry braced himself against the bed and unleashed a groan so loud that Monica briefly worried that he would come just from that.

But Henry was a practiced Dom who could withhold his own pleasure while his princess, lover, sub, slave serviced his cock with her hand and mouth. Monica took her time, both in the hopes of pleasing him better and fending off her own rising needs now that she had a good distraction.

“You’re a talented lady,” Henry growled, his hand wrapped firmly around her bun. “Show me how talented you really are.”

Monica situated herself squarely between his legs, her knees trapped against the carpet as her hand gripped his base and her lips parted over the head of his cock over and over, another inch entering her mouth with every attempt. His size was the only thing stopping her from taking it all at once – that and the fantasies filling her mind every time she tasted his musk and turned her mouth over to what her thighs craved for.
Do I make him come?
Monica wanted to feel him come inside her mouth and throat. Especially when he stroked her cheek and told her to look at him while she kept him hard and built his desire for her.

“Isn’t that the image of a naughty princess?” Henry’s voice wavered every time his cock slipped into the back of her throat. “If only your other suitors could see you like this. Don’t give me that look. I know there must be other men out there who would kill to have you serve them.”

Monica wanted to tell him that she didn’t care about other men.
You’re the only one I want to please.
Yet she didn’t dare stop what she was doing without being told to. Anticipating his next order led to her nipples hardening against the end of the bed.

“Don’t stop.” Henry’s nails dug into her skin. “Suck my cock until I make you swallow.”

Now that it was official, Monica threw everything she knew into making him come as hard as possible. She pushed him into her throat, relaxing her gag and relegating her breathing through her nose; she grabbed his sack and squeezed it; she flicked her tongue against the underside of his cock and then over his tip when she eased his length out far enough.
Tell me more about what a slut I am.
Undo her bun and pull her hair. Demand she finger herself. Remove her mouth and bend over the bed so he could enter her from behind.
I really want that.
Monica wanted to know what his raw power felt like… push her into the bed and thrust his cock into her as if that was all that mattered.

Henry tensed beneath her before he released a long, steady and loud groan that matched the pulsing of warmth and wetness down Monica’s throat. The taste of his seed was not surprisingly unique, but it did arouse her even more, inciting Monica to use her free hand between her legs and stroke herself.

Three waves of his orgasm ran down the back of her throat before Henry settled against the bed, released her shoulders, and began to soften in her mouth. Monica eased back. The moment she licked her tongue against his salty tip, a small stream of his seed dribbled from the corner of her mouth.

Henry tipped her chin up, but did not wipe it clean for her. “Even now you look so put together. I bet inside you’re begging me to fuck you.”

Monica’s legs quivered at the thought of him hardening and taking control again. “Yes, sir,” she said.

“Say it. Beg me to fuck you.”