The Billionaire Submissive (Billionaires in Bondage) (21 page)

“I’m not nervous.” To prove her point, she took the first bite of pie. Cheesecake, thick and creamy. Chocolate silk on top. Oh oh oh. So good, it took her a minute to realize he stroked her thigh, fingertips feather soft and gentle. She also noted his untouched pie waiting on the saucer. “Aren’t you going to eat any?”

“I will. I’m having too good of a time watching you enjoy it. Why don’t you try a bite of only chocolate silk?”

Not a bad idea. Carefully, she separated the top layer so fluffy chocolate cream slid down her throat as easily as silk. “Fuck. No wonder it’s called chocolate silk.”

“Mmmm.” He nuzzled the outside of her knee while his fingers roamed her calf. “Yes. I agree completely.”

“You haven’t even tried any yet.”

“I’m sampling my own dessert.”

Trying for nonchalant, she ate the remaining bite of cheesecake without its crust. So rich and creamy and heavy, authentic New York Style. No shortcut cheesecake for Ricardo. “So that’s the way it’s going to be tonight?”

“It’s only fair. You had dessert last night and I didn’t get any.” No wonder he’d spread the blanket out to protect the carpet. “I must confess to being disappointed in these.” So softly she hadn’t even felt it, those wicked fingers had slipped up beneath the negligee to touch the satin covering her crotch. “I always thought I was a thong man but now… I’d much rather see you wearing nothing at all.”

“That can be arranged.”

“Soon. Why don’t you roll over and remind me why I thought I liked thongs first? You can still keep your pie.” When she hesitated, he widened his eyes and pretended innocence. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

Somehow when she’d imagined him eating pie off her, it wasn’t off her butt. It made her laugh, though, which was exactly what he wanted. “You’re getting better at this light-hearted teasing gig.”

“Thanks to you. Mr. Douche Bag has to unbend sometime, right?”

“Oh all right.” Pretending to grumble, she rolled over and propped her cheek on her hand so she could still eat her pie. She lifted her feet and crossed her ankles, kicking her legs gently. “But if you don’t hurry up, I might eat yours too.”

“Take another bite.”

His voice sounded funny, making her look over his shoulder. Donovan Morgan stared at her ass like he’d just found nirvana. Chuckling, she couldn’t help but arch her back a little to lift her butt higher. “I took you for a boob man.”

“I am, sweetheart, but damn. I’d have to be dead not to think your ass was a gorgeous work of art. Are you eating your pie?”

She sampled the whipped cream and had to admit it was just as good as Dmitri’s. However, the shaved chocolate took it up a whole other notch.

His lips fluttered against her hip, butterfly kisses up to the skinny little waistband of the thong. Then he followed the thin strip down the crack of her ass, pressing gentle kisses on either side. His hands stroked the curves of her ass, kneading slightly harder.

“I’m not going to break.”

He rose up on his hands and knees, hovering over her. “I don’t want to interfere with your dessert. I’d feel horrible if I made you come so hard you buried your face in that creamy pie.”

She snorted, but yeah, she wouldn’t mind at all. “You’re welcome to try.”

He pushed her thighs open and had his upper body planted between her knees before she could get the fork in her mouth again. “I hoped you’d say that.”

For years, he’d had agonizing fantasies about his Dream Mistress.

Harsh and fierce, She’d force him to his knees, fist Her hand in his hair, and drag his mouth to do Her bidding. He’d lick until his tongue was numb and still She would demand more, coming over and over while he waited in agony on his knees. She’d force him to service Her in every way imaginable with only his tongue, using his face until he wanted to die.

He’d needed the force and humiliation because deep down, he hadn’t really thought he’d find a woman who would welcome his needs, no matter how dirty and raw. If She forced him, then there was no conscience. No guilt. He hadn’t had a choice.

Lilly didn’t have to force him, because she found no guilt in pleasure. She enjoyed sex as much as she enjoyed to eat, open, honest and so damned hot he could come just from listening to her.

He slid his tongue beneath the thong and she groaned so loud he had to stop and see if she was eating pie…or enjoying him.

And it was all him.

She lifted her hips and reached down to push the thong down her hips as far as she could, and he dragged them the rest of the way. She didn’t go back flat on her stomach, but remained on her knees. Giving him full access to whatever he wanted. The hell if she didn’t sway her killer ass back and forth in a flirtatious come-hither dance that made his mouth go dry.

No shame in having her ass high in the air. Not like for him today on the boat. She didn’t care if he just looked at her. In fact, she cocked her head over her shoulder and wriggled her ass some more just to watch him squirm.

He had to clear his throat to find a single word. “What are my limits?”

On her elbows, she swiped her fingers in a healthy dollop of whipped cream and then reached down to smear it right where she wanted him, and by the way her breath caught, her aim was unfailingly true. “Make me come. I don’t care how.”

In other words, free license, as long as it felt good. “Are you up for a challenge?”

She let out a wicked laugh and dropped back down on her belly, though she cocked up on one hip slightly so she could look back at him. “Always, lover boy.”

“Do you think you can finish your piece of pie before I make you come?”

Her eyes narrowed. “That’s a big fucking piece of pie.”

“It is.” He agreed, trailing his fingertips down her hip and along the hollows behind her knees. “And you’ve already had a taste of my technique.”

She shivered, and he wasn’t sure whether it was from the sensitivity of her knees or the memory of last night. “You know I like a challenge.”

“And I’m the kind of man who always gets what I want.”

As if deep in thought, she dipped her finger in chocolate and popped it in her mouth. “What do you want? Because if you think you can make me beg, I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to get it up again for a week.”

For a moment, he couldn’t move, let alone speak. She might have meant it as a threat, but it sure didn’t sound half bad in his opinion. However, he had no intention of making her beg. The very idea offended him. Naturally he hated the idea that she planned to make him beg, but he was the submissive. It was only fitting he be brought low by his Mistress, if she were strong enough to do it.

And Lilly’s definitely strong enough.

“I wouldn’t even think to try and do that to you,” he finally managed to say. “I just want…”

She cocked her head, watching him intently but waiting for him to answer.

There was so much he wanted to say. The words built up in his chest, a heavy pressure threatening to stop his heart.
I need you so badly. My heart and soul are yours. If you leave me I’ll die. I’ll keel over right here and never get up. I love you, Lilly Harrison.

But she wouldn’t believe it. Not so soon. It was just good sex. He was just one well-satisfied submissive. It couldn’t be more than that so soon.

He certainly couldn’t blame her for such doubts. After all, he’d only known her for a few days.
But I’ve been waiting to find her for a lifetime.

If I can’t tell her…I’ll just have to show her.

“I want to make you come so hard you look like you’ve just won a pie-eating contest.”

Startled, she laughed and rolled back on her stomach. “All right, lover boy. In this, your wish is my command. Just remember the consequences if you take me that high.”

Once she came, she’d be out of control, taking whatever she wanted. His voice cracked when he said, “That’s why I put down a tarp, so to speak.”

“Good thinking. I wouldn’t want to have to explain to Annette why you needed new carpet yet again.”

He flattened his palm in the small of her back, rubbed down the full curve of her ass and down to cup her pussy in his hand. He didn’t rub or slide his fingers—he just wanted to hold her. To feel the surge of her desire as he kissed one cheek and then the other. Maybe she didn’t know how wondrous it made him feel to know she was already wet. It hadn’t taken foreplay or even a scene. She’d only come out of the bathroom minutes ago. Yet she was so wet he could slide deep now without hesitation or worry that she wasn’t ready to take him despite his size. Her desire floored him.
She wants me as badly as I want her.

Light and soft, he dipped his tongue into the hollows at the small of her back and teased along the ridges of her spine. When he grazed with his teeth in a playful bite, she arched her back and purred. Bolder, he pressed tiny nips along the bottom of her cheek, his sweet spot. When the crop came down there where his ass joined his thigh, it sent him higher than any blow on any other part of his body. Evidently she liked it too because she squirmed against his hand, demanding more.

He licked deeper until he tasted the whipped cream and she writhed against his tongue. Groaning, she pushed back against him, lifting up to put him right where she wanted. Kneading her hips, he pulled her apart, widening access to her core. He couldn’t get enough of her. Her taste, her heat, the reckless way she rubbed on him, taking what she wanted. He pressed his teeth into the delicate outer lips, sharp little bites that drove her insane. She rocked in his grasp, forcing him to grip her hips harder to keep her still. Yet she still managed to twist and work enough to get his fingers inside her.

Then she started to ride him in earnest, lifting her ass, rocking back on him. He’d joked about putting her face in the pie plate, but he was the one with his face buried. He didn’t even try to control his movements let alone attempt to torment her. Instead, he just offered up his tongue, his lips, his entire face available for her. Her moan rose in intensity and she shuddered against him. He locked onto her flesh, sucking whatever he could get into his mouth. Fighting not to come himself, he almost didn’t hear the whispered sigh of his name.

Donovan.

That brought him up in a hurry. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he intended to hold her until she calmed, hugging her against his chest. However, she had other ideas. Her back humped and she almost managed to toss him off. When that failed, she reached back and dug her nails into his hamstrings. He ended up dropping his weight against her, pinning her beneath him. She had cheesecake on her chin and chocolate in her hair, but the pie was mostly gone. Just chocolate smears and a few crumbs left. Arching beneath him, she heaved up against him, but she didn’t have a prayer of throwing him off.

Panting, she finally quieted beneath him. “Sorry. I forgot I told you this was your night.”

Surprised she’d even think she had to apologize, he lifted up to his hands and knees on top of her. “I thought you were going to peel my hide off for pressing you down.”

“Hardly.” She kept her head low but rose up on her knees, pressing up against his groin. “If I wanted you off of me, I’d have gotten a grip on your dick that would bring you under control in a heartbeat.”

He couldn’t quite picture what she meant, until she shoved her hand down between her legs and managed to get the head of his cock between her thumb and index finger.

“See?” She gave him a tug, pulling him tight against her, and broke sweat out on his forehead. “Any man is guided by his little head.”

He’d never realized she’d be able to dominate him even if he had the upper hand so to speak. Bigger, stronger and heavier, he ought to have been the one taking her. Doggie style with her head low, ass high, she ought to have been somewhat submissive.
Not my Lilly.
“So I see. And where do you want to guide me?”

“Here.” She rubbed just the head of his cock in the tantalizing moisture before pushing him inside. “Now it’s your job to make me scream.”

He buried to the hilt in one hard lunge that made her gasp and throw her head back against his shoulder. “Your wish is
my
command.”

With long, slow thrusts, he tried to make it last as long as possible. He didn’t want this night to ever end. Even if it meant he never came again. But she was so tight, rocking with him, her low, hoarse cries lighting a fire in him. Harder, deeper, he couldn’t stop driving into her. Drunk on her sounds of pleasure, he gripped her hips and flexed his buttocks, driving as deep as she could physically take him.

Twisting her hands in the blanket, she growled out, “There. Hit that spot again.”

Sweat trickled down his back, but he fought to rein himself in enough to give her the slow, deep rub inside again. It wasn’t a thrust, not exactly. He was barely moving, every inch of him encased in her sweet, tight body. Her muscles clamped down on him and he was almost gone, almost lost in the mad haze of release, but he fought it off. Panting, he gripped her hips, back arched, and groaned.

“Let go,” she whispered. “Just let go. I want to feel you in all your wild glory.”

A tremor racked him, dragging another rough sound from his throat.
Not yet. I want her to know what she means to me.