My Billionaire Master: Indebted To Him (Part One) (A BDSM Erotic Romance Novelette) (4 page)

Instead he
’d barely touched her but sent her mind and body reeling. She briefly wondered if she could make him grunt, cry, and writhe when he fucked her. Alfie twisted a nipple between his teeth, sliding fingers deep inside to thump her G-spot which collapsed all thoughts as climactic waves washed them away.

She dragged in a lungful of air, vaguely thinking that the orgasm had to end soon. No pleasure could last so long. He suddenly alternated pressure, sliding his fingers over her clit only to plunge them deep inside once again. Rubbing his fingers over her slit, he expertly finger-fucked her G-spots before dragging his thumb in slow circles over her clit. Never-ending orgasmic waves made her clench around his fingers as her back arched off the bed for his lips to tease her nipples.

He finally let her go, yanking everything up and off seemingly at once. Releasing her tender wrists from the ties that trapped her arms above her head, he cut the straps that kept her legs forced open. His swift movements, releasing her flesh to the air as he freed her of the restraints was—in itself—almost intolerable pain and pleasure combined.

The shock had her gasping in a final orgasmic burst. Realizing tears ran down her face but not understanding why, she panted but couldn’t stop the sob that burst out. Suddenly, Alfie was naked and there with her. Gathering her to him and wrapping her in his arms while breathing into her hair, “Trust your pleasure to me, Cassidy. Sometimes it’ll hurt, but that’s what makes it so good.”

Tucking her chin to his chest, his whole body rocked with her as he nuzzled into her wild hair. Her body responded with a mind of its own, stroking his muscular form with reverence while she mewled her need in mindless whimpers. Her thoughts melted away, soothed by his cocoon of words and hard body alike.

By the time she’d calmed down, she realized that he’d exploded onto her stomach. He rolled to cradle her on his chest. She tentatively kissed him, reveling all over again at his controlling and powerful vibe. He didn’t turn away from
her hesitant lips but cocked an eyebrow and smiled slightly as if amused at the innocence she offered. A rumble went through him, relaxing his entire body before he deepened the kiss.

Had Cassidy only known the true effect her worshipful gaze and innocent, trusting nature had on Alfie, her tension would have eased. Accustomed to jockeying for control in a wide range of business dealings, Cassidy’s blind trust acted as a soothing balm in his cutthroat world. Battling his own ruthless and controlling tendencies was such a new feeling that he simultaneously needed and fought the desire to break her like the fragile vase that she’d previously shattered.

The moment he’d seen her lovingly admiring it, her innocent touch had moved something deep inside him. The expression of need on her face to touch the fragile item—like a moth to a flame—spoke of hunger for unattainable treasures in which he could relate.

Crushed from Mr. Jasper’s refusal to interview her, she’d looked so despondent and fragile herself. He hadn’t meant to scare her but the obvious shimmying of her hips had been too great a lure for his libido to endure. Her obvious dismay at breaking the vase offered a perfect opportunity.

He’d sensed an instinctive resistance to his seductive stance which was entirely new to him. Accustomed to high-society women throwing themselves at him, Cassidy had stumped him when she’d insisted on paying him through work, even though he could tell she was irresistibly drawn to him. For the first time in a long while, he found an unassuming woman that he could mold to his liking.

Breaking the kiss, he held her to him. Part of him fought a newfound protective feeling as if the hounds of hell nipped at his heels. At the same time, his controlling nature wanted nothing more than to break her. When she lifted off him, appearing angelic in her innocence, he swiftly pulled her back down and rolled to trap her. As if sensing his dislike, she squirmed so he assured her in a strained voice, “It’s okay. Just lay with me here a moment.”

After shrouding his wayward emotions within his solid control, he studied her face. Long wild brown hair, slightly damp from his continuous pleasuring, framed her angelic face. Brown eyes drank every ripple of his muscles in as if starved. Her pink lips parted to blow out a satisfied sigh before a slight smile curved the corners. Even with minimal makeup, she looked classier than half the women that graced his arm.

His breath froze as his heart seemed to expand in his chest. She raised a worshipful gaze to him, as if to silently tell him that she thought it would be fun paying off his debt. For the first time since he could remember, he couldn’t contain his returning smile and surprised himself with a happy laugh. Like one of the whips he often ruthlessly brandished, his controlling nature smothered it as he rose and barked, “Get dressed. Now.”

Chapter Two

After days of not hearing from Alfie, Cassidy was convinced this was just another example of how the universe had it in for her. She was never going to get another chance at a job. Look how the first interview had turned out; one unbelievable tryst followed by an implicit rejection.

She glared at the laptop, keying in yet another search phrase and groaned when it appeared years of experience were required. As her fingers moved over the keyboard again, all the lights went off in her house for no apparent reason. It wasn’t storming. The air outside didn’t even offer a breeze. She was sure there weren’t any traffic accidents or wayward electric-cord biting kittens.

Her fingers flew into her hair as she cursed the country life. Just let it storm in the city and their electricity collapsed. The desperation drove her mind to powerful people like Alfred Bertram who seemed to inadvertently control everything around her.

She needed this for herself and her father. Since the split from her mother, he’d never been the same. Fighting a despondency that was unlike her, she shook herself but it didn’t seem to help. She felt as if she’d never begin the life she’d dreamt about since the post-graduation exuberance had worn off.

She’d begun to grow weary of waking every day to share a tiny, cramped flat (having only one bathroom) with her father. She’d had more room and privacy sharing a dorm hall with seventeen other girls. Living with her dad was like being twelve years old again with a curfew and a lights out at ten o’clock so she could get
adequate
rest. She realized her lack of true freedom after four years on her own, doing whatever she wanted with whomever she felt like. Her current situation was a large misshapen pill to swallow.

Even worse, it had been four days and she’d heard nothing from Alfie Bertram. Even though it was hard to think about, she wondered if she’d ever see him again. She still didn’t know what to call the man so she had to go by how the media referred to him:
Mr. Bertram or Alfie.

A knock on the frame of her open door, shaking her from her dream-like longing, announced her Dad’s presence. Realizing there was nothing on her laptop she needed without the internet, she closed it to save the battery. Her father carried a half-melted storm candle, bouncing and flickering a dim golden light as he went.

He comically wiggled his eyebrows. When she was a child, the act never failed to make her laugh. When the eyebrow trick failed, since she was no longer ten years old, he told her, “Quit, moping around, Cassidy. You need to treat life as an adventure.”

Cassidy smiled wanly, lips pulled into an approximation of happiness she no longer felt. He put the candle on her desk. The light stabilized into a bright flicker that bathed her room in an eerie orange glow. Cassidy jokingly asked, “What…are we late on the bill this month?”

Her eyebrows flew up as a pause extended between them. Her eyes widened as her gaze flew to the floor. Wanting to believe otherwise even though her stomach rolled into a ball of nerves, she tried to keep the whine out of her voice, “Dad?”

As if tasting something bitter, her father made a face with a helpless lift of his shoulder. At odds with the confident, self-assured man she knew from childhood, he answered carefully, “Things have been a little tight, Cassidy.”

Staring at him, she silently thought,
I knew it…life has it in for me!
How did I not notice while in college? And now I just blew my chance at the one job by touching what I shouldn’t have touched…Alfie—and that stupid vase.

The memory haunted her once again, reminding her that she’d always allowed her curiosity to get the better of her. Self-loathing tried to take hold of her mind but, like always, she shoved it away with a dismal groan that hung in the air between them, “Oh, Dad.”

Always reassuring but handling his own level of dismay, he blew her a kiss before wishing her goodnight and ending with, “It’ll be okay. An adventure of sorts, right?”

She sighed and watched the candlewick burn down. The room felt small and stifled, as if it'd been emptied of all fresh air and replaced by a stale mist. She couldn’t help but compare it to her life. For more reasons than simply needing to get out of her Dad’s house, she really needed to find a job.

Her thoughts turned back to the tall, imposing form of Alfie Bertram. Putting all future job interviews to shame, she didn’t even know where to begin when thinking about him. Frowning, she wondered if that encounter should even be considered as an interview. People don't proposition the girl interviewing to be a new secretary for sexual favors.

Silently cringing at the fact that it was probably enough to send him to jail, she wondered if he’d proposed such wickedness to others. According to the press, he was one of the most eligible bachelors and was naturally cloaked with a charismatic bad-boy status. She still couldn’t believe she’d agreed to pay off the damages to his office with sex.

But he offered and I
readily accepted…

Reflecting back to those moments, her mouth formed an ‘O’ in surprise all over again at how she’d gone from reeling from Mr. Jasper’s dismissal to being thoroughly wrecked by his billionaire boss. She could still see the glimmering little glass vase, appearing to be made of gold dust, as it crashed to the floor and shattered.

After he’d sent her on her way in some borrowed sweats and a T-shirt three times too big, the thought of
does that make me a prostitute?
teased her mind
.
In a sense, she’d participated in sex trade. Rolling it over her head yet again, she bit her fingernail as a shiver ran down her spine.

Surely, a prostitute wouldn’t have responded to the charged atmosphere and his insistent touch. Would a prostitute want to go back for more?

She squeezed her thighs together, growing damp just thinking about him. He hadn’t even penetrated her, something she’d felt disappointment, then relief over. Since breaking it off with someone several months ago, she wasn’t on the pill. Her mind pitched back to her sore state when she’d arrived back at their house.

Still wobbly on legs that felt like a newborn calf's, the first thing she’d done when she’d returned home was look him up. Anyone who’d been alive and potty-trained in the last five years knew about him. He was Seattle’s own playboy billionaire. The image of pictures from the internet haunted her; showing his thick mane of dark brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and square jaw which she still yearned to kiss and touch.

His magnetic attraction was so fierce that her fingers even ached just thinking about him. Shrewd and levelheaded, Alfie Bertram was a cautious man from the internet reports and overheard random rumors. Even though the press pushed for every naughty crumb of his activity, no word of anything like she’d experienced had existed. Squirming on her bed, she realized he had to play everything close to the chest in order to exist and successfully operate in such a cutthroat realm.