Naked Canvas (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) (21 page)

“What do you want?” he asked.

“Answers.”

I released him from my grip and took a step away from him. His body relaxed. I didn’t want him to feel too at ease so I ran a sharp fingernail down his back, pressing just hard enough to leave a bright pink line on his otherwise flawless skin.

He hissed through his teeth. Then, just because I could, I spanked his ass hard with my bare palm, causing him to jump. Then I spanked him again, harder.

“First, I want to know about your fascination with bondage.” I circled back in front of him so I could see his eyes when he answered me. “Obviously, it’s something you enjoy. I want to know why.”

“I don’t know if there is a ‘why.’ It’s just a turn on.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it. It’s just something I enjoy. When it comes to sex, everyone is into different things. Some people like to watch. Some people like to role play. And some people just like regular old vanilla sex with someone they love. For me, I like to take control of a woman’s pleasure. I like to take my time. I like to draw it out. It’s about the anticipation. It’s about the build up. So when that final exquisite moment of pleasure comes, it’s like nothing she’s ever felt before. It’s a hell of a turn on for me, and, in my experience, most woman tend to enjoy it, too.”

He wasn’t kidding. Just the description had gotten me going. I felt a delicious clench in my stomach as he was talking. I reached out and gave his cock a playful stroke.

“That was a good answer,” I said.

“It’s the truth.”

I nodded, satisfied. That was the first question answered. I’d wanted to know that his obsession with bondage wasn’t about cruelty or something dark. Obviously, I was beginning to understand the allure of dominating someone and of submitting to someone, but I needed to know why he liked it. I couldn’t have asked for a better answer.

I coaxed his erection back to life until it was full and thick in my hand. He had earned a bit of pleasure, after all. He grunted as I stroked him, and his hips pushed forward, hungry for more. I pulled my hand away, not letting him dictate the pace. I took a cue from what he had just said. I wanted to draw this out.

“So, tell me, is that the only thing that turns you on? Domination and control?”

“No, of course not. I like vanilla sex, too, but sometimes I don’t want vanilla. Sometimes it’s good to have some variety.”

That was question two answered. I had to know that these kinds of games weren’t the only sexual activity he enjoyed. I stroked him lightly with my fingers, just enough to keep him fully aroused.

“So when you do this sort of thing with other girls, are you always in control?”

He was breathing heavily, and his body squirmed. It looked like he was having trouble concentrating. “Well, I haven’t tried this with as many woman as you might think. But yes, I was always in control.”

“Have you ever been on the other side of the equation? Have you ever been the submissive one like you are right now?”

“No.”

“How does it feel?” I asked and gave his cock a squeeze.

“Frustrating.”

“How about now?”

I released his cock and took a step back so he could take in the sight of me. With a coy smile, I slipped my panties off to reveal my sex to him. I watched his eyes as they watched me. They were raw with desire. I sucked on my finger slowly and sensually until it was dripping wet.

Then I traced it across the line of my slit back and forth, gently parting my lips before inserting it inside me. With my gloved hand, I massaged my breast. The black silk stood out in stark contrast to my pale skin.

I kept my eyes locked on his and moaned. He strained against his bindings like a caged tiger. Slipping my finger from my pussy, I strutted over to him and shoved my finger into his mouth. He sucked on it greedily.

This was answer three, although I hadn’t asked the question out loud. I had to know if he could handle being submissive. His reaction told me he could.

I positioned myself so I stood just inches in front of him. I grabbed his stiff erection and placed it between my legs so that it just barely brushed against my lips. He bucked his hips forward, trying to get closer but I kept his cock grasped firmly in my hand so that I controlled how much of it made contact with me.

When he stopped squirming, I slipped my hips forward, just allowing him to rub along my wet slit. He groaned as I stroked along his length with my sex.

“Do you want me?” I asked softly.

He nodded.

“Say it. Do. You. Want. Me?”

“Yes,” he said, almost growling. “I want you. Please.”

I shifted my hips back, breaking the contact between us.

“If you want me, then I need you to tell me the truth. The agreement that we had today, is that something you’ve done before?”

“No, never.”

“Then why me?”

“We’ve been over this.”

“Tell me again.”

“I wanted to spend some time with you. Maybe help you find your way in life.”

I balked. “Then why all the different scenarios? If you just wanted to spend time with me and give me advice, what was the point of tying me up? What was the point of asking me all those personal questions?”

“I also wanted to get to know you.”

Anger flared up inside me. “That doesn’t make any sense. Stop lying to me.”

“No, I mean I really wanted to get to know you. The real you, without any pretense or bullshit. And to do that, I needed to break down your walls and get to the secret heart of you.”

“So it was a test?”

“No, not exactly. Look, all of us hide behind masks, sometimes without even knowing it. You act one way with your professors. You act another way with a guy you like. You act a different way with your boss. I wanted to strip away the mask.”

“Why?”

He sighed heavily and his shoulders sagged. “Look, I don’t believe in love at first sight or anything like that, but when I met you, something happened to me. You took hold of me in a way I’ve never felt before. We had that great night together, which got ruined, and maybe I should have just let you go, but I couldn’t.”

“So you came up with this whole twisted scenario?”

“Do you really think it’s twisted?”

“It’s definitely not normal.”

“Well, yes, but that’s because it’s too easy to fake it and pretend to be someone else during normal situations. If I was going to get to know the real you, it had to be intense. It had to be unfamiliar.”

I understood what he meant. I was doing the same thing to him right now. I was trying to break down his barriers so I could see past the face he showed to the rest of the world.

“Okay, fine, but you still haven’t told me one thing. So you got to know me. The real me. Then what? What was the point of all this?”

“Goddamnit, I like you. I liked you when I met you and I like you even more now that we spent the day together. I know we got off to a rocky start, but I was hoping you’d give me a second chance.”

“This is a really fucked up way to score a second date with me.”

“It’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

“I had to know if I could trust you, okay?”

I felt like he was finally being honest with me, but I needed to know more. “Go on.”

“I’ve had some bad experiences in the past. I let myself fall for the wrong women. Women who pretended to be someone they weren’t. Some people just like me for my money, even if they don’t realize it. I wanted to make sure with you.”

“But I didn’t want to see you again. Why bother?”

“I was hoping to change your mind about that, and I don’t give up easily.”

“So what’s the verdict. You think you can trust me?”

He grinned. “I let you tie me up, didn’t I?”

“And how do I know I can trust you?”

“I’ve been honest with you all day. Nothing that I told you was a lie. Trust is a two-way street, and I would never do anything to give you a reason to doubt me.”

I thought about it and nodded. Then a wave of guilt washed over me. “You’re wrong about me, you know. I’m no better than anyone else. The only reason I was here today was because of your money.”

“I know, but that’s not why you showed up here the other night. You had no idea I was rich. Sure, I was going to pay you to model, but that was all you knew. You liked me for me. When we made love, you wanted to be with me, not my money.”

“Well yeah,” I said. “But I mean, now that I know, you can’t trust me either. You said it yourself that people just like you for your money, even if they don’t realize it. How do you know I’m not one of those people?”

“Simple. Because even though the agreement was broken and you weren’t going to get paid, you still came back.”

“I had to know what today was all about. I had to know what you were all about.”

“Now you know. I like you. You’re the kind of woman I want to share my life with. The kind of woman I want to start a family with. Grow old together with.”

“Don’t you think you’re moving a little fast?”

He laughed. “I’m not asking you to marry me just yet,” he said, rattling his arms against his bindings. “I mean, come on. This would have to be the strangest proposal ever.” I found myself laughing, too. “It’s not exactly a story we could tell the grandkids. All I’m asking is to take one more risk and give me another chance. I think we could have a future together.”

“I don’t know.”

“That’s what old Angie would say. What about new Angie?”

In response, I threw my arms around him and kissed him.

Chapter 22

We tumbled into bed together, our bodies and limbs intertwined.

We touched each other frantically, desperately. The tension between us had been building all day. Now the dam had burst and an irresistible desire washed over us.

Nothing else existed but the two of us in that bed. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled my body against his. He’d stripped away the corset in our mad dash to the studio so now nothing separated our mingling flesh, which was good because I had a burning urge to feel every part of him.

He kissed me, and I melted into him, feeling an undeniable connection between us. The passion that I felt was terrifying and exciting. All of the things we had done that day seemed like a game compared to the intensity of this moment.

His hands traced down my back. Then he gripped my ass firmly, kneading my flesh. Our lips broke apart and he planted kisses on my neck and my shoulder until he worked his way down to my aching breasts. He took my hard nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirled around it and he grazed it lightly with his teeth, eliciting a moan of pleasure from me.

His hand dipped between my legs. His thumb pressed gently against my clit, and he rubbed a thick finger over my slit, teasing apart my silky folds. Every movement sent jolts of pleasure into my pulsing bud. He thrust his finger inside me, and I gasped.

I responded in kind. My hand slipped down his body until it found the hard length of him. I took it in my hand and he groaned. I could feel the blood throbbing in his shaft as I stroked him.

My hips gyrated against his hand. He plunged his finger faster inside me. It curled up in a come hither motion, rubbing my g-spot and sending shudders of pleasure through me. My entire body was on fire. Every nerve ending blazed with sensitivity.

It didn’t take long before my pussy clenched around his fingers and my body shook with the force of my orgasm. I gripped his strong arms while I rode out the delicious tremors.

When I could breathe again, I pushed him down on the bed and took him in my mouth. His cock swelled between my lips. I swirled my tongue around its ridges, teasing him, tasting him.

He let out a low animal moan which drove me wild. I slipped the entire length of him into my mouth. My head bobbed up and down on his shaft. I reached up and kneaded his balls gently as I sucked his cock.

His thigh muscles tensed and he gripped the sides of my head as he began to thrust his cock into my mouth. High-pitched moans escaped my throat with every stroke. I reveled in the feeling of it. I loved the grunting noises he made and the insistent, almost desperate desire he felt for me.