Seduced (The Billionaire's Command #1) (4 page)

“Thanks again for, you
know, saving my life,” I told Mark, trying to sound casual,
jokingly.

“No problem,” he told
me, leaning in and planting his lips on mine. It was so unexpected,
so sudden, and yet so nice. I closed my eyes and an involuntary
moan escaped my lips as Mark’s touched my own. I leaned in,
pressing my breasts against his chest, desperate for more. Pleasure
radiated through my body from my lips. This was everything I’d
wanted, everything I’d needed all day.

That was all the
invitation Mark needed. With a single quick, swift movement he
grabbed my ass and hoisted me upwards. I grabbed him, wrapping my
legs around his waist, feeling his throbbing desire pressing in
between my legs, and he carried me down the hallway towards his
room.

I squealed with
excitement as he unlocked the door. We didn’t even get inside the
doorway before Mark had me pressed up against the wall, his lips
all over mine.

I closed my eyes as his
lips roamed my body. His hands, so strong, kneaded the firm skin of
my ass, sending my body absolutely wild with desire. I had never
wanted anything as much as I wanted this, right here, right
now.

There was something so
strong, so powerful about Mark. Maybe it was the way he had me
pinned against the wall, my arms wrapped around his legs. The way
he suddenly grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. I felt
so helpless, I felt so weak, and yet it turned me on like I’d never
experienced before.

His hands were so
large, his arms so strong, he only needed one hand to pin both my
wrists above my head. I let out a moan as his lips roamed, moving
from my lips and down to my earlobe, nibbling it lightly, then down
my jawline. I could feel my pulse against his lips, feel my heart
going a million miles a minute. It felt like my heart was going to
burst from the effort, but I hoped it wouldn’t be until I got more
of Mark.

“Oh God!” I cried out,
without realizing it, as his lips moved to my neck. I leaned my
head back, exposing my delicate skin to him, like it was the most
natural thing in the world.

Suddenly, I
stopped.

“Wait!” I exclaimed.
Mark stopped instantly, letting my hands go.

“What’s wrong?” he
asked, his eyes full of concern. He didn’t even seem to care that
I’d just basically stopped us in the middle of what was bound to be
amazing sex.

“I... sorry... I just
don’t usually... do this sort... of thing,” I muttered sheepishly.
I could hear how stupid I sounded.

“What sort of thing?”
Mark replied, obviously taking great pleasure in my
embarrassment.

“You know... like,
casual sex.”

“Well, there’s a first
time for everything. Let me know if you want to stop, ok?”

I nodded, and seconds
later he was pressing against me once more. I knew then I didn’t
want to stop. I was never going to see Mark again after tonight,
but as his mouth touched my skin, his fingers roaming towards the
hem of my shirt, I knew I wanted this more than I’d ever wanted
anything before.

His fingers nimbly
grabbed the hem of my shirt. Seconds later it was on the floor,
discarded and unwanted. For the fiftieth time that day I cursed my
decision to bring the one piece. Why couldn’t I have been wearing
my sexy bikini under this?

Still, it was too late
now. Mark grabbed the straps of my suit and yanked them down over
my shoulders, almost roughly. He was definitely in charge. He was
taking control, and to my surprise, it turned me on. I didn’t
understand it. I always needed to be in control. So why was it that
every time he took that control away my sex got just a little bit
wetter?

“I’m going to take you
so hard, make you feel things you’ve never felt before,” Mark
whispered into my ear as he leaned down. The words made my legs
feel like jelly as his face moved down, towards my now exposed
breasts. There was something so animalistic, so primal about him. I
grabbed his hair, those wavy brown locks flowing in between my
fingers, needing something to hold onto as his tongue moved down
and touched my nipple.

My fingers squeezed
harder on his hair as pleasure radiated through me from my nipple.
It was like a tidal wave, a tsunami coursing through my veins,
washing every single cell in my body with an ecstasy unmatched by
any other sensation on the planet. I opened my mouth to cry out but
no sound escaped. My body couldn’t handle these incredible
sensations, these feelings that rocked me to my core.

Suddenly, without any
warning, Mark bit down on my nipple, hard enough to replace the
pleasure with pain. I cried out, but as Mark immediately suckled my
nipple, his hot mouth and tongue caressing my sensitive skin, the
pain was replaced with pleasure once more.

Why is he doing this?
More importantly, why do I like it?

Mark continued to
suckle my breasts, bringing back the pleasure I’d felt before, when
he bit down on my nipple once more. Again, I cried out, again, he
sucked it gently until it no longer hurt. I didn’t know how to
react, but even if I did, I don’t know if my body would have
obeyed. I felt glued to the spot, addicted to the alternating pain
and pleasure Mark was making me feel. It hurt so bad, but it felt
so good. I’d never experienced such conflicting feelings, but I
couldn’t deny the fact that my body was reacting in ways I never
would have expected.

As he continued to toy
with my breasts, Mark’s fingers grabbed my bathing suit, the bottom
half of it still on my body, and slid it slowly down towards my
hips. Without looking he found the button and the zipper to the
jean shorts I was wearing, and dropped them to the floor. He
grabbed the bathing suit once more. I closed my eyes as I felt his
fingers slowly sliding down my leg, along with the last little
piece of fabric that hid the most private parts of my body from
him.

I was naked now,
completely naked, completely exposed to this man I barely knew.

“You’re absolutely
beautiful, I’m going to fuck every single inch of you completely
senseless,” Mark murmured, and I could practically feel my legs
weakening.

“Oh God yes, give it to
me, right now,” I begged. “I want you so bad!”

“I’ll give it to you
when I’m good and ready,” he growled into my ear, his low, hoarse,
manly voice driving me insane. I couldn’t understand why I was
reacting like this, why I absolutely loved the way Mar was
completely dominating me with only his body and his words.

The next thing I knew
Mark had picked me up and hoisted me over his shoulder like I
weighed absolutely nothing. He carried me into the bedroom of his
suite before placing me half-gently, half-roughly onto the bed,
throwing me back into the comfortable mattress. The bed was quite
high up, it must have been around waist high, and I instantly knew
this was one of the more expensive suites in the hotel. It took me
a second before I realized how exposed I was with my legs splayed
open, Mark standing over top of me, looking at my most sensitive
parts, parts that hadn’t been looked at by a man in so long.

Instinctively, I closed
my legs.

“No, open them for me,
Caroline,” Mark ordered. I paused for a second. I didn’t know what
to do. Then, as though my body was operating as a completely
separate entity from my brain, my legs opened once more, displaying
the folds of my sex to him. I could feel my face burning, and yet,
something about him made me obey.

“Good,” he told me.
“God, you have a sexy pussy.”

Tingles ran through my
body. I looked down at his pants. I could see his erection bulging,
straining against the fabric, desperate to be released. I could
tell he was big, but just how big I wasn’t sure.

“Now turn around, give
me a look at the other side.”

This time there was no
hesitation. I did exactly as Mark asked, even if I didn’t know why.
I could hear him unzipping his pants, taking off his shirt, and
after a few seconds I couldn’t help myself, I looked back.

When I saw his
erection, I gasped. I could tell from his pants he was big, but I
hadn’t expected him to be quite as big as he was. I briefly
wondered if he was going to be able to fit inside of me, but before
I got the chance, he moved over to the edge of the bed, sliding in
between my legs, his thick member pressing against the folds of my
sex.

“You’re like a furnace
down here,” Mark murmured as his fingers found my sex. I gasped,
wanting more from him. I needed more. His fingers roamed carefully,
softly, his every touch like velvet against my skin. I threw my
head back as fire ran through me. I had never experienced anything
like this before. It felt so good, and yet it was never enough. I
wanted more! I could feel pressure building inside of me. I had a
primal need to have Mark inside of me, and with every inch he moved
his fingers in between the folds of my pussy, I was all too aware
that as good as it felt, it wasn’t the stiff shaft that I wanted in
me.

Suddenly he stood up
once more, rubbing his shaft in the juices that were practically
spilling out of me.

“Good girl, now here’s
your reward,” Mark told me with a grin as he pressed up against my
entrance. I gasped inwardly as Mark slipped inside of me. It had
been so long since I’d had sex and he was so huge that it was a
tight fit, my walls stretching to accommodate him. Mark was
patient, allowing my body to conform to his girth for a minute
before he began to slide in and out of me.

I closed my eyes and
threw my head back as he started off slowly, tantalizingly, every
movement of his hardness inside of me obviously designed to elicit
pleasure, and holy shit did he succeed. As he picked up the pace,
Mark moved like a piston, every thrust bringing me to new heights
of pleasure I never would have fathomed.

This was exactly what I
had expected, exactly what I had hoped for since I’d first laid
eyes on him. These feelings, this pleasure running through me, it
was like nothing I’d ever experienced on this earth. Yes, I’d had
sex before, I’d had boyfriends before, but this was different. It
had never been anything like this. This felt like I was giving up
control completely, like I was giving myself to Mark entirely.

I could feel the
pressure inside of me building. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to
take it for much longer. And sure enough, with one final thrust, my
body exploded with pleasure, the orgasm overtaking me
completely.

“Oh shit! Oh Mark, I’m
coming!” I cried, unable to contain myself. I squeezed my eyes
shut, stars dancing across my vision as my body was racked with
waves of pleasure unlike any I’d ever felt before. This was more
than an orgasm, this was the definition of bliss, of heaven. My
toes curled and my muscles tensed, every single fiber in my body
focused entirely on the eliciting every little drop of pleasure
Mark was giving me.

It felt like an
eternity and only seconds passed simultaneously before I found
myself coming back down to earth. As I did so, Mark began to thrust
harder and faster, I could tell his own orgasm was imminent, and a
few seconds later he grunted a few times and pressed hard inside of
me, his hot seed shooting deep into me.

He lay on top of me for
a minute, both of us enjoying the feeling of him lying still inside
of me, before he rolled over and collapsed on the bed next to
me.

We were both obviously
completely spent. A light sheen of sweat covered my skin, I was
exhausted, but at the same time, I hadn’t felt this relaxed in
years.

“I never thought this
was going to happen when I got on that plane,” I finally laughed,
turning to look at Mark. He was so perfect, his hair slightly damp
from effort, his smile effortless. The last streaks of sunlight
streamed through the room, illuminating his face in a soft light
that made him glow, and I suddenly began to regret the fact that I
wouldn’t see him again after tonight.

“See, it wasn’t that
bad, was it?” he asked.

“Not at all! You were
right,” I laughed.

I went into the
bathroom to have a quick shower. His suite was pure luxury, with
marble everything in the bathroom.
And I thought our room was
nice
, I thought to myself as I got into the large walk in
shower.

As the hot water pooled
over me, steam fogging up the glass, I began to suddenly realize
what I had done.
Oh my God.
I couldn’t believe it. I’d just
had a one night stand. I’d gone home with a guy I barely knew, let
him fuck me in his hotel room. This wasn’t the sort of thing I did,
ever. Like definitely not. This was exactly the sort of thing I
spent my entire life trying to avoid.

But it felt so
good.
I couldn’t deny that. It had felt good. It had felt more
than good, it had felt amazing. However, that didn’t matter. The
fact was, it was a mistake. A sexy, incredible mistake, but it was
a mistake I absolutely couldn’t repeat. I didn’t have any control
over this situation. I needed to have control. I always needed to
be in control of my life.

When I got out of the
shower, Mark was lying on the bed, wrapped in a towel, watching TV.
He grinned at me.

“Coming back for more?”
he asked, motioning to the bed next to him.

“Actually, if you don’t
mind I think I might head back down to my room,” I replied. They
were among the hardest words I’d ever had to say. I wanted more
than anything to accept his invitation, lie down on the bed next to
him and let him ravage me for the rest of the night.

“Aw, that’s too bad. Do
you want me to walk you down?”

“No, thanks though.
Seriously, I want to stay, but I... I shouldn’t.”

“Alright, up to you.
Hey, Caroline?”

“Yeah?”

“I really enjoyed
tonight.”

“Me too.”

I didn’t understand why
there was a sinking feeling in my stomach as I left his apartment.
It felt like someone had punched me in the gut. Every part of my
body wanted me to go back to him, to enjoy whatever time we could
have together, but I knew it was wrong. Mark was a memory now, a
happy memory that I knew I would enjoy for the rest of my life, but
that I also knew I wouldn’t experience again.