The Billionaire's Son 7 : Equinox (A BDSM Erotic Romance) (Billionaire Erotica)

The Billionaire's Son
7
:
Equinox

Copyright © 2012 by Arabella Quinn

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The Billionaire's Son
7
:
Equinox

The night
of Derek's Initiation
couldn't have been any stranger. I had
snuck into The Club full of excited anticipation.
Earlier, I had overheard
Ethan
telling
Derek that he wouldn't be initiated without me present. Even though Derek was adamant that he didn't want me involved, I convinced myself that
he
would lose everything if I didn't help.

But I knew
on some level
that
it was just a flimsy excuse.
From the brief glimpses of the activities I had
seen
on earlier occasions, I
realized
that
I would
witness
erotic acts of explicit sexuality all around me. That awareness
fueled
secret
fantasies that I
could never fully repress or deny
to myself
.
I imagined myself, as Derek's slave, being required
to perform
sexual service
for
him in front of
club
members
.
The scenarios I conjured up
left
my pussy aching with desire.
I
was
n
'
t sure where this sudden
hedonistic
nature had come from, but once
I had been exposed to the
se
kinky activities
,
I craved more.

Unfortunately, reality did not match up with my fantasies. Watching Derek participating in sexual activities with countless willi
ng females only caused me pain, jealously, and anger. And the small part
that I played
in the strange ritualistic ceremony left me cold and unfulfilled. The night had not been going as I had so naively
wish
ed. Before I had any command of my
plummeting
emotional state, I found myself on the brink of become a willing victim of Ethan's perversity.

Just in time, Derek pulled me from the
precipice
of my own stupidity. What I had known
deep down
,
all along
,
was that it was only
ever
about Derek. He stirred a passion in me so
unfathomable that
it was frightening.
The Club's atmosphere
certainly
titillated me, but
the only man that interested me was Derek.

As we lay sated in each other
'
s arms, in full view of any club member who cared to notice,
he surprised me once again by acting so
different
. He seemed so innocent and child-like when I had just seen him acting anything but
minutes before
.

I had expected anger when he realized I had gone against his wishes and snuck into his Initiation. In fact, he had caught me submitting to Ethan's demands and yet he acted
elated
just to be near me. The sex
we had
was phenomenal as usual, heightened by the fact that I knew we were out in the open where anyone could see. But something in my heart stirred as we snuggled close.
Could this be more than just sex for Derek?

I quickly tamped down my
crazy
thoughts - it was way too dangerous
. I
had already reluctantly acknowledged
to myself
that I
was in love with him.
Allowing myself to indulge
in the impossible
notion
for even a moment
that he had deeper feelings for me
was too hazardous
for my vulnerable
and
fragile heart.
Derek
was
a player.
He wasn't looking for commitment.
Don't let your heart get played
, Julia!

We lay side by side on the small settee, our limbs entwined. Derek's hand rested on my breast, his thumb deliciously stroking my nipple every so often. The euphoric daze of our lovemaking was beginning to wear off. Derek's eyes were closed, a slight smile resting on his lips.

Sounds of the
actions
taking place around us began to filter through my
hazy awareness
. Grunting, sighing, moaning, and lusty cries filled the air. Curious, I
surreptitiously glanced
around the room. No one had been paying us any attention
,
because everyone
else
was universally engaged in their own activities. Paired off couples, threesomes, and even larger groups
were
engaged in
a variety
of
sexual act
s
.
I felt a tingle
of
arousal
as
I
watched a
woman writhing on the floor being alternately possessed by two masked men. Slightly to their left, a
nude
woman was stretched across an upright
wooden
st
r
ucture, her legs spread wide and
secured to the apparatus
, her wrists
shackled to the board above her head.

I shivered slightly, my pussy clenched with
anticipation
, as I wondered what the man slowly circling her was about to do. Derek's soft chuckle had my face flaming with embarrassment.

"Whoa, Princess. You're ready for more? Already?" Derek smiled teasingly at me.

The erotic sights around me
did
ha
ve
my pussy aching for more
- as long as it was from Derek.
I felt as if I could never get enough of
him
. "I was just, uh…"

Derek's mouth was tantalizingly close to my breast. His fingers stroked and tweaked my nipple, sending sweet jolts of desire straight to my core. "I know you like to watch. I still remember seeing
you
r head
peeking out the window in the cabana. I loved knowing you were watching me. And I loved catching you at it even more. Too bad you ran away before I could
really
punish you."

My mouth dropped open. The humiliation of that day had already burned me
before
, but
I was
way
pas
t
that now. There was no reason to
try to
hide
it
from Derek
-
that I
craved his body
or
that I had discovered a kinky side to myself
.
Actually
, he see
med to be quite turned on by it
.
But,
I suspected that he would run in the opposite direction if he knew I was in love with him.
As long as I hid my
true
heart from
him, I
could
revel
in
our time together
.
I would deal with the inevitable
hear
t
b
r
eak
later
.

I smiled coyly. "Yes, you
never
punish
ed
me
properly
.
Y
ou
're always
talk
ing
a big game
, but-"

I inhaled a sharp breath as Derek clamped his teeth gently around my nipple and pulled
it
. A warm moisture instantly flooded between my legs. My head lolled back as his teeth released my nipple and I felt his lips and tongue laving it with attention. A renewed surge of desire washed over me as Derek s
ucked my breast into his mouth.

My hands were running urgently across his smooth body when I felt him tense. To my dismay, Dere
k stopped his glorious torture.

He whispered, "Ethan is watching. I
don't want to share you with him.
W
e're pressing our luck
hanging around here - we
really
need to get out of here before
people start to join
our fun
or
before
someone recognizes
either one of
us
."

My heart sank, but I knew he was right.
I quickly checked to see that no one could hear me. Quietly, I responded, "How are we going to get out of here?"

Derek snuggled closer to my ear. "As soon as Ethan isn't watching, we'll make our move. Wait… a woman is approaching Ethan. Uh, he's pretty distracted right now. Let me sit up and check
i
f anyone's watching."

I shifted off Derek's body so that he could move. He sat up and looked aro
und.

Leaning down, he whispered, "We're clear. Let's go. Everyone is too busy
right now
to notice."

Derek stood and helped me to my feet. I felt my body flush with heat
when
I saw
hi
s eyes sweep over my body encased in the rope harness. Derek grabbed my hand and started leading me silently toward the
french
doors
at the back of the room that
l
ed
directly outdoors.

On our way through the ballroom, Derek picked up first one discarded robe and then another. We slipped out the door without anyone noticing, and then quickly put on the
robes in the brisk night air.

"C'mon. Follow me."

I felt an eerie sense of déjà vu as Derek silently whisked me away from the manor house. We left the formal gardens and circled around the formidable house. I wondered briefly if
Derek's private investigator,
Scott
,
would be waiting for us like last time, but when we got to the car, Derek reached behind the front tire and extracted a key. I suppressed a laugh at t
he triumphant look on his face.

Derek handed me the key. "I think you better drive."

I finally breathed a sigh of relief after I weaved through the parked
cars, drove down the long drive
and
departe
d through the manor
gates that automatically swung open.
Once out on the open road, I felt a tugging on my robe. Startled, I looked over at Derek.

Grinning mischievously, he said, "Now that we're alone, you seem to be way overdressed…"

My stomach fluttered as I felt Derek's hand slipping under my robe and sliding up my thigh. I concentrated on keeping the car on the road, as my heart beat wildly with
expectation
.

My
growing
eagerness
was interrupted by the shrill sound of a ringing phone. Derek sat up and fumbled for the cellphone
that
was tucked into a compartment between the seats.

Derek answered the phone. "Jesus, Scott. You have shitty timing."

Laughing at Derek's comment, I listened intently to the one-sided conversation.

"No, I didn't
see you following
.
I'm not driving."
Derek leaned back in his seat.

C
heck
ing
the rear-view mirror
, I
spotted the headlights trailing behind. I hadn't been paying attention to anything with Derek's hand creeping up my thigh.

I heard Scott's voice slightly through the phone, but couldn't make out the words. Derek replied to him,
"Julia - it's a long story."

Silence followed while Scott spoke again.

Derek cursed. "Damn. They drugged me with something, so I don't really have a clear head. Hold on, I'll find out."

My eyes widened with shock.
Derek was drugged
?
No wonder he was acting so strange.

Derek turned to me and asked, "Julia, is your car at the manor? And, did you leave anything personal at the house, like a purse or anything that could I.D. you?"

My car!
"Oh no! I left my car there. And my wallet is inside my glove compartment. We have to go back!"

Derek shook his head. "No. Scott will get it. You didn't leave anything inside the house, did you?"

I thought for a moment. "Just my clothes in the little room. But they're pretty generic. I don't need them."