The Billionaire's Ultimatum: His Absolute Need (A BDSM Erotic Romance Novel) (Book One) (31 page)

I laughed. 
"Alright."

Home, he said. 
Not "my home," but just "home."  Our home.  With me.

W
hen we left
Landseer Tower, Asher held my hand.  No one was around since he'd let everyone
leave early for the day in celebration of a particularly beneficial arrangement
between Landseer Enterprises and a previously reluctant company, but it didn't
matter.  The way his fingers held onto mine, his warm palm pressing slightly
against my own, it was amazing.  I felt brazen and bold and if the world saw us
right now, no matter what happened, I knew that we could persevere.

It was a good
feeling but I didn't know if it was the proper feeling.  With his wife,
Beatrice, and his director of public relations, Solomon, plotting to ruin
Asher's marriage and company, I thought we shouldn't be so complacent.  This
wasn't a game, it wasn't a minor obstacle.  Asher Landseer was the billionaire
CEO of Landseer Enterprises and he possessed a lot of worth that was capable of
becoming destroyed.

And yet, when he
held my hand and walked with me through his office building, I felt comfortable
and confident.  A little less worried and unsure, and much more optimistic. 
Everything would work out fine, right?

As if reading my
mind, when we reached the elevator, Asher leaned down and kissed my forehead. 
Just a peck, but it eased me into more relaxing thoughts.  And then he swooped
in for more than a peck, pressing his lips against mine, hard and demanding.  I
nearly fell over, so caught up in the emotion of his touch.  He wrapped his
arms around me and held me up and when the elevator dinged its arrival and we
should have stepped through the doors, he ignored it.

I kissed him,
needing to feel everything he felt for me.  His words, his emotions, the slight
doubt in the back of his mind and the surety, despite it all, that everything
would work out in the end, it shifted from him to me.  Our lips acted as a
conduit, some amazing miracle of thoughts and sensations.  I'd never felt this
way before, never kissed anyone like this before, and it overwhelmed me.  I
needed it so very very badly.

The elevator
doors closed on us sometime during our kiss.  Maybe a second ago, or a few
minutes, but when we paused and he held me close and I looked, the elevator car
had passed us by.

"We missed
the elevator," I said, smiling.

Reluctantly
leaving a part of our embrace to stretch his hand out, Asher pressed the button
again.  We watched the numbers above the door, waited for the elevator to greet
us once more.

"Do you
want to miss it again?" he asked.

I laughed. 
"Asher!"

Needless to say,
when the elevator dinged its second arrival, Asher and I were otherwise
preoccupied.

Asher was tired,
but he couldn't let it get to him.

Pizza was
delicious and dinner went splendidly.  Jeremy played an excellent role in all
of that, and when Asher gave him a slight nod at the end of the evening while
the movie credits rolled, he politely excused himself and went back to the main
house to rest for the night.

"I really
like that movie," Jessika said.  She curled against him, the warmth of her
back heating his chest.

"Pan's
Labyrinth is a wonderful movie," Asher said.  His lips pressed against her
neck, kissing up and along her jaw to her earlobe.  He blew lightly and
whispered into her ear, "Very thought-provoking."

Jessika laughed
a little and cuddled closer to him.  She twisted and turned until she faced him
over her shoulder and looked at him with such love and affection that he
thought it was strong enough to break him into pieces.

"I always
worry about the little girl, though.  Do you think... do you think it was all
in her mind, or...?"

Asher shook his
head.  "Everything worked out," he said.  "You can never know
exactly what happened, but everything worked out in the end.  She was
happy."

Jessika nodded,
willing to believe it.  She looked better now, more comfortable.  Asher
tightened his embrace, squeezing her against him, feeling the softness of her
stomach and the way her body molded perfectly against him with the way he held
her.

He thought she
was perfect before, but he thought she was even more perfect when he had her in
his arms.

I dreamed of
something.  I don't know exactly what it was, and the ideas flitted away from
my mind as soon as I woke.  I think perhaps I dreamed of today, and what would
happen.  Asher, Jeremy, and I hadn't discussed anything too thoroughly while we
sat on the couch in Asher's guest home, eating three different kinds of pizza,
but we'd talked a bit; we'd talked enough.

Asher would
confront Beatrice and Solomon and tell them he knew everything.  It would
all—Oh!

I felt
something—a delightful something—warm and urgent in the core of my body.  A
whisper of breath teased against the bare skin between my thighs.  I was sure
I'd put on pajamas before going to bed, but apparently I'd lost them sometime
in the night.  Or was this a dream, too?

I'd asked Asher
to make love to me, but he said no.  We'd kissed for hours and I kept reaching
for his hard cock trapped behind his pajama pants, but he just smirked and
eventually moved my hand away.  One quick stroke, then two, but he unwrapped my
fingers from around my prize and went back to kissing me.

I remember
growing more frantic near the end.  I tried to stuff my hand in his pants and
pull out what was mine, straddle atop him and convince him with my moist
feminine wiles at the center of my body, but he denied me.  He lifted me off
him like I was nothing more than a pet and placed me on my back on the bed and
lay atop me and... was he going to?  Yes, finally?  But, no, he'd trapped me
beneath his body and kissed me and while I loved every single moment of it, I'd
wanted more.

I opened my
eyes, groggy, squirming when something licked lightly at my feminine folds. 
Looking down, finding myself open and available with the blankets completely
gone, I saw Asher with his head between my thighs.  His tongue, light and
delicate, lapped at my sex.

I was too worked
up to put up with his gentleness.  I moved my hands to grab his head and pull
him up atop me so he could claim my body properly, but...

Why wouldn't my
hands move?

Asher grinned at
me as I struggled against my bindings.  In a panic I glanced towards my
wrists.  While I slept he must have moved my arms up and above my head and tied
me to one of the rungs of the headboard with a silken shirt.  Nothing too
sturdy, and if I really tried I could probably rip it into pieces and free
myself, but it would take some effort.  Effort that I didn't have at the moment
since I was still in somewhat of a daze from having just woken up.

"Asher,"
I whined.

"Shh,"
he said.

"Ple~ase?"
I asked.  I wasn't even sure what I was asking for, but I'd know it when he did
it.

His tongue
licked along my labia, flittering back and forth, moistening either side of
both my lower lips.  I gasped and struggled with the bonds, hoping to slip my
hands free and escape this erotic torture.

"If you're
good," Asher said, pausing to caress his tongue from the bottom of my slit
up to my clit, lingering, "I'll give you what you want."

"I think I
was good last night!" I said, exasperated and horny.

He laughed. 
"What do you mean you were good?  You wouldn't stop trying to make me have
sex with you."

"You want
to do it, too!"

"That's
besides the point.  I can be patient.  There's no need to rush things."

He went back to
the task at hand, slowly teasing his tongue across my slick folds.  He lapped
up my arousal, tasting it with the tip of his tongue.  This was worse than
yesterday when he'd fingered me and told me to relax and chastised me for
writhing and bucking my hips against his hand.  This was...

His tongue
flicked against my clit, hard and fast but gone so soon, like a gentle tap from
the end of a whip.  I wanted to scream, but instead I tried to remain calm and
"good," as he said.  Relatively, anyways, but I still couldn't help
but struggle against the silken shirt binding me to the headboard.

"How
long?" I asked.

"Hm?"
he said, looking up at me.

"How long
do I have to be good before you'll stop this?"

"Oh, you want
me to stop?  If you really do, I'll go downstairs and make breakfast.  I can
bring it up to you when I'm done.  I can't untie you, though, because I'd
rather you didn't masturbate while I'm gone.  Not right now, at least."

He said it so
simply, so matter-of-factly.  I couldn't let this happen!

"No!" 
I shook my head, fast.  "No, no.  I don't want you to leave or stop, but I
want you.  Inside me.  I..."

"Say
it," he said.

"Asher..."
I whimpered.

"We're both
adults here, Jessika.  If you want something, you need to let me know."

It made sense,
and yet... I remembered Beatrice the other day, and the conversation I
overheard while she talked with Solomon on the phone.  Their dirty, raunchy 
sex talk, and... ugh, the thoughts of it.  And yet... this was different, too.

I sighed.  Slow,
deliberate, I said, "I want your long, hard cock deep inside..."

"Yes?"
he asked, prompting me further.

"Deep..." 
I hesitated, but Asher goaded me further with a compelling lick from his
tongue.  "I want your long, hard cock deep inside my pussy," I said,
embarrassed, rushing the words out in one hasty breath.

"Sixty
seconds," he said.  "If you remain calm and still for one minute,
I'll do everything you want."

"I want to
be on top," I said quickly.

Asher lifted one
brow, smirking.  "Alright.  Deal."

I endured. 
Asher licked at my folds, languorous and with no real goal in mind.  He liked
to tease me, it seemed, and watch me squirm, but, oh no, I wouldn't give him
the joy of it.  I counted down the seconds in my head, being generous with my
estimation.

He circled his
tongue around my clit, then just barely teased at the hood and the center of my
pleasure spot.  I bit my lower lip, focusing on the the numbers and counting
and praying that the slightest twitch from my leg didn't count against me.

Halfway to my
goal, Asher grew more frantic.  Not much, nothing over the top, but he licked
in longer strokes, flattening his tongue and touching more of me all at once. 
This was cheating or something, and I wanted to yell that out to him, but then
what?  He'd make me start all over again, probably!  Argh.

With ten seconds
left, Asher abandoned his initial plan.  He kept his tongue on me, tempting me,
but he added two fingers.  Probing inside me, slow at first but picking up
speed, he played with me like some fascinating toy.  My God, if he just let me,
I'd happily let him wind me up and watch me bounce around the room(or on top of
him, as it were), but I doubted he'd accept that offer so easily.

Five seconds. 
Deeper.  Three seconds.  His fingertips tweaked at my g-spot.  One second.  He
never relented and was one-hundred percent trying to make me lose this game.

Except now it
was over.  "I won!" I shrieked.  At that same moment, Asher must have
decided the exact same thing.

This time he
didn't tease me, but was full-on coaxing me to orgasm.  In my desperate attempt
at staving off my pleasure, I didn't realize how pent up I was.  Or, I'd
realized it, but I really really needed to forget about it and play his game or
I knew he'd keep teasing me forever.  But, now?  Oh, no, I'd won alright.

I thrashed on
the bed against Asher's mouth.  He had a smug, annoyingly attractive look on
his face, like he thought he'd won this game instead of me.  Maybe in a way he
had, or perhaps we both did.  I didn't quite care at the moment.

My pulse
quickened and my breath came out in sharp, shallow gasps.  I pleaded with him
and begged him not to stop, or to untie me, or wait no, if he stopped to untie
me that was...

My back arched
as the first wave of pleasure slammed into my body.  Asher never stopped,
continued licking at my sex, and whenever he flicked his tongue against my
oversensitive clit, I reeled in shock.  My inner walls clenched against his
fingers, trying to suck his hand inside of me, but he kept his motions firm and
insistent upon my rugged, inner pleasure point.

During my
orgasm, squeezing my hands into fists and unintentionally pulling against my
bindings, I ripped the silken shirt in two and freed myself from the
headboard.  Enough, not enough.  Oh God.

Not even knowing
what came over me, I grabbed Asher's face and pulled him away from my crotch. 
He looked surprised, but impressed.  In a frenzy, I pushed at him and told him
to get on his back, to... why did he have pajama pants on still?  I pulled them
off, delighted when his hard cock popped free in front of me.  Asher watched
me, smiling, and I shimmied atop him and centered myself over his erection.

I moved down,
fit myself onto the head of his cock, and then pushed hard against it, taking
all of him inside of me in one go.  Everything beyond that was a mess of
sensation, sweaty and sticky and pure, unadulterated bliss.

I lay on top of
Asher, panting.  He was panting, too.  He finished inside of me, but I didn't
want to get off him, so I kept him in me while the aftereffects of our sexual
romp settled inside me.  I felt so glorious and glowing and like this was the
way everyone should wake up every day.  Oh my God, I was physically tired, but
now completely awake.

"You're
rough," Asher said, smiling.  "I shouldn't have used such a flimsy
shirt."

"I liked
that," I said.  "I mean, I was kind of annoyed, but... I liked
that."

"I never
meant to upset you," he said, "but..."