Resisting the Billionaire Collection (22 page)

He gave his kindly old mother a kiss on the
cheek and then took Melanie to him to be alone together truly for
the first time.

Chapter
Twenty-One

When they reached his downtown penthouse apartment,
Alex carried Melanie romantically over the threshold as though they
were newlyweds.

"Tonight is going to be very special." He
whispered and the thrill of his lips so close to her ears sent a
shiver through her.

His apartment was lavish with understated
extravagance but still very much the domain of a highly eligible
single male. She would soon change that though, making it the place
where their love and lust for each other would be the most
important thing of all. He carried her into the master bedroom and
placed her carefully on the bed, as though she were a priceless
artifact, easily damaged by rough handling. Rose petals covered the
bed and were strewn everywhere around the room. A pair of fluffy
love handcuffs lay framed in the middle.

"Were you expecting someone?" She said. "Or
do your servants always lay out handcuffs for you just in
case?"

"You know who I was expecting." He said.
"She's here. It took a while, but I finally got her to where I
wanted her all along." He grinned and sat down in the plush
armchair opposite the four-poster bed.

"And what are these for?" She said, holding
up the handcuffs with a disapproving look.

He smiled.

"It's just a little special something. I
missed them on the island. We don't have to use them if you don't
want to."

She clicked them open. "Oh, we'll use them
alright." She said. Alex grinned from ear to ear.

"Strip." He commanded her. "You've been a
naughty girl and finally I'm going to teach you a lesson."

"What you mean," Melanie said, "is that I've
finally got you where I want you. I'm doing fine right here. You're
the one who nearly got me fired. You're the one who's been a
naughty boy. You'd better strip for me right now. Make it snappy,
or I might have to punish you later for dragging your heels."

The smile left his face.

"Uh, Melanie, what I meant was that the
cuffs were for you. I don't really do the submissive thing."

“Okay." She said sweetly and she put them
behind her. "But I meant it when I said strip. Now get 'em off and
don't mess around."

"Uh, yes ma'am." He said, his dominant
nature a little confused by the unfamiliar turning of the tables.
Standing up in his tailored executive suit, he began to undo his
tie, slowly.

"Are you teasing me?" She asked.

"Why?" He responded. "Do you want me to?" He
began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his sculpted body, still
tanned from their time on the island.

Melanie could feel herself beginning to
flush with desire as she saw more and more of her beautiful lover's
body.

"I know exactly what I want you to do." She
said. "And I'm tired waiting. I want it all for myself
tonight."

He was stripped down to his shorts and his
legs were as muscular and brown as ever. His strong erection was
already pointing in her direction.

"Come over here." She said seductively but
firmly. He padded over to the edge of the bed. "Stop there." He was
right in front of her, the bulge in his shorts left little to the
imagination. "Put your hands behind your back." He stretched his
strong, bulging biceps behind him and waited.

"Are you going to hurt me?" He said.

"Maybe." She answered. Her right hand slid
into his crotch as she stood up and he jumped slightly, his cock
springing out of his shorts. She ran her hand over the tip and
watched him close his eyes and shiver at her touch. Her own nipples
were already standing to attention. She would have let him take her
there and then but she wanted something more tonight. Something
neither of them would ever forget. She was going to send him into
such a frenzy that all of that cool self-control would shatter
forever and he would become the sexual beast she wanted him to
be.

She stood behind him, her breathing already
fast and heavy as her eyes took in every detail of his smooth,
strong back. She hadn't had the chance to study him like this on
the island as everything had been so fraught with tension or
shadowed in moonlight, half revealed in the flickering light of the
campfire. Now she could see every detail of his flesh, every tiny
ripple, every perfection and imperfection. She still couldn't quite
believe he was all hers.

Running her hand down along his arm, she
found his wrist and with a click locked the cuff in place.

"Melanie--" In a second she had his second
hand in the cuffs. He spun around to face her. "Melanie, I told you
I'm not into being cuffed, I need to be in control." His face
looked anxious and angry.

"Fuck me now." She said to him, her intense
eyes meeting his, willing him to unleash his desire.

"How can I?" He said, struggling uselessly
with the cuffs. "I can hardly even get my shorts off like
this."

"I think you can if you try hard enough."
She began to unbutton her blouse, holding his gaze with her own.
She could see the fire come back into his eyes, his erection
sticking out of his shorts at full mast.

"My God." He whispered.

"You mean, My Goddess. Right?"

He gulped. "Melanie, this is, this is..."
She was down to the sexy underwear she had on underneath. She had
put them on just to make herself believe that they would be
together tonight, but she had never thought she would be stripping
down in front of Alex by this afternoon.

"Get these things off me." He said.

"No way. You're going to have to beg." She
turned her back to him and undid her bra while he stared helplessly
on.

"You're going too far, Melanie."

She slid her panties and stockings off,
revealing her perfect ass and gorgeously long, slender legs. Alex
began to worry that he might just come all over himself. He could
sense that she was already wet; everything about her oozed desire.
He had never had any problems in the prematurity department but he
had also never allowed himself to be handcuffed in his own bedroom
and then subjected to a cruelly sensuous personal striptease.

Even if he had been, it wouldn't have been
Melanie, the girl he loved -- the woman he now called his own and
to whom he belonged. His cock felt like it would explode and shoot
off into orbit if she even looked at it.

"Melanie..." His words choked as she stepped
closer in towards him and then circled around him like a jungle
cat. Melanie had never felt so sexy in her whole life. She’d had
plenty of boyfriends, many of them very good-looking or sweet, but
none of them had risked a fortune for her. None of them had ever
been as sadistically romantic as the captured man before her,
standing there, exposed, and brimming with desire only for her.

She stood behind him and placed her hands on
his broad laterals, and then slid her palms down his trim muscular
waistline to the top of his shorts.

"Melanie..." he croaked.

"Now for my revenge." She whispered and
began to pull the shorts down. She could feel the resistance of his
erection as it bent downwards with the pull of his shorts and then
the release as the shorts jerked down and his cock sprang up. She
was so wet for him that she couldn't believe it herself.

"What revenge?" He asked.

"Don't be so innocent. You made me wait for
weeks before you put a hand on me."

"It was to protect you."

"Protect me from what? The greatest sex of
my life? Thanks Alex. Maybe I should do the same for you now."

"God, no." He hissed. "You can't leave me
like this."

"Oh no? Maybe we should wait until all of
this settles down. I mean we don't want to do anything
prematurely." She said eying his cock with a grin.

"No way." He growled. "You're not getting
out of here without taking care of this." He looked down to his
quivering member.

Melanie went to pick up her underwear but he
pressed his foot down on them. "Where are the keys?" He demanded.
"They were in the lock when they were on the bed. You're naked now,
so where are they?"

"You'll never find them." She teased. "If
you want me you'll have to figure out a way to get me just as you
are.

"Fuck it Melanie, don't do this to me."

She backed away from him. "Do you think the
help will mind if I walk around naked in the living room?"

"I told you, you're not getting out of
here." He rushed to the bedroom door to prevent her from leaving.
"You put me into this situation and now you have to take care of
it. That's only fair."

She moved back to the bed and lay down
seductively. "If you get down on your knees and beg, then just
maybe I'll take the cuffs off."

"God damn it, Melanie. I want tonight to be
special."

She ran her hands between her legs, threw
her head back, and moaned. She could feel her orgasm beginning to
bubble under already.

"No." He said and ran to the bed, throwing
himself to his knees in front of her, he pushed his head between
her legs and began to lick, thrust, and explore. Shafts and bolts
of electrifying pleasure pulsed through her, becoming more
continuous as his tongue worked her clit.

It was too much. She tried to push his head
back but he was too insistent, too hungry. His tongue pushed
further, working harder and harder until she heard her own
ear-splitting scream, feeling her nails dig into the silk sheets.
It was lucky for him that her thighs clamped around his ears to
muffle the shrieks.

When the last spasm of orgasm writhed
through her and her legs opened, he lost no time in climbing on to
her. At last he had fully let go, nothing would be held back, his
full weight came onto her, and she opened fully to receive him. His
cock was bigger than she had remembered and pushed massively
against her bud, calling her to orgasm once again. With his arms
locked behind his back, he couldn't stop her from wriggling him
over to his back, still clamping him inside her. His eyes were wild
with desire now as he watched her straddle him.

She was fully in control now. As he strained
to thrust higher into her, she fought him back down, arching her
back to find maximum sensation, jamming her clit against the
diamond-hard base of his shaft. Her hands were to her head as the
first waves of orgasm began to rise in her. She could feel him
lifting her, his desperate eyes crying out to her for more. At last
she beat her hands down onto his broad, exposed chest, crying out
in orgasm just as his own thrusting reached its crescendo.

Once the final shudders of their lust and
desire had passed, she lay on top of him. He was still hard inside
her, but motionless. Every now and then she gave a squeeze just to
remind herself that he was still there, still hard, still hers, and
that this was not a dream.

"Melanie," he finally said. "I have
something to tell you."

"What is it, baby?"

"It's a confession. And I don't think you're
going to like it."

"I don't care what it is, Alex. You can tell
me anything."

"I've never had sex like that before." He
said.

"Is that it?" She squeezed his cheeks
together and shook his head playfully. "Hell, neither have I. That
must be what true love does."

"That's not the confession." He said
quietly, his face very serious.

"What is it, sweetheart? You can tell me
anything. There should be no secrets between us."

“Okay then. Do you remember when we first
met?"

"Sure, I bumped into you like a big klutz
and knocked that expensive bag out of your hands."

"That's right. I was angry at first but then
when I saw your face I guess I just knew you were the one -- at
least the smart part of me did. The dumb part was still worrying
about being Alex Drummond and you being an employee of Drummond
Airlines."

"That's all behind us now, Alex. Of course
you were conflicted. You're a good man, you were thinking about
both of us." She gave him a squeeze from inside of her and stroked
his captive balls.

"I know sweetheart, but there's more. I
didn't know Sebastian had already planned for you to be on our
flight, but I was already thinking how I could do the same thing:
get you onto our private jet, have you around me for a few hours,
and be happy just being next to you."

She smiled at the thought of these
billionaire brothers and their crazy date plans, arranging flights
to Tahiti on private jets and then worrying if she was going to
take it the wrong way. What girl could be that crazy? A date with
one of these brothers on a paddleboat would be a dream, let alone a
private jet en route to a tropical paradise.

"Do you remember I was piloting when the
plane began to go down?"

"Sure I do. That was some crazy
turbulence."

"There was some turbulence, that part is
true. But that's not what made the plane go down."

She pushed herself up on top of him again
and went tight around his still erect member. "What are you talking
about?"

"Please don't be angry with me." He begged
her. "Especially as I'm still in handcuffs with my dick inside
you."

"It's too late to ask for me not to be
angry. Just tell me what the hell happened." She tightened her grip
on him and his cock responded by getting harder.

"I brought the plane down on purpose."

Her jaw dropped open and she gripped him as
hard as she could. His body stiffened in response.

"You did what?"

"I brought it down on purpose -- so I could
be with you."

"You crazy son of bitch!" She felt so angry
but at the same time so hot, like flames were licking the inside of
her thighs, his throbbing hot member was still inside her and she
was becoming wet again.