The Billionaire's Unwanted Virgin (17 page)

He froze when she slid the
door wider to step through, and before she could reach him he'd turned round to
face her. Something in his forbidding expression stopped her from closing the
distance, a silent command in his eyes that froze her in her tracks, even as
her insides jumped for joy.

"Alice." Even his
voice held that edge of command he adopted when he was about to take charge.
That edge that had her wet and yearning for his touch in seconds, that edge that
told her he was in thrall of his darker needs, needs she found herself eager to
please. Needs that complemented her own, the submissive inside she hadn't known
she was, until he'd awoken her.

"Sleep well?" he
asked.

"I did, yes.
What time is it?"
                               

"Gone midnight, my
sweet. I was waiting for you to wake up."

"I'm sorry, I fell
asleep. I didn't mean to. I know we have to talk about—" She shrieked when
he was on her in seconds, his hands fisted in her hair and his mouth on hers,
branding her, taking, demanding her to open.

She did with a whimper. Stood
on her tiptoes she clung to his shoulders, and he groaned when his tongue swept
inside her mouth and wrapped around hers. He took charge of the kiss, his hands
roaming to her ass, lifting her higher, against the hard ridge of his cock
tenting the loose material of his pants. She wrapped her legs around his hips,
and he walked her backwards until her bare back hit the glass of the door.
Pinned against the cool surface by his body, she felt rather than saw him pull
his pants down, and in the next second she was impaled as he thrust home. Wet
as she was for him, his almost violent thrust home hurt, and she couldn't help
her yelp of pain. He pulled put and kissed her again, gentler this time,
holding himself at her entrance, as he delivered little love bites to her neck.
She clung to him, desperate to be filled, not caring about the pain, not caring
about anything but the need to be possessed by this man, to give him the
release he so clearly needed.

"It's okay. I'm okay
now," she whispered in between gasps, as his thumb found her clit and
rubbed, and she rocked herself against his fingers. He ignored her and withdrew
completely, spinning her around in the process. Gathering her arms he pinned
her wrists with one hand high above her head, and pushed her against the glass
until her breasts were flattened.
 
The
heat of his naked torso warmed her back, and she gasped when he yanked her head
back by her hair, his voice an urgent whisper in her ear.

"Look across and see how
beautiful you are. All mine to do with as I see fit." He kicked her legs
apart, and the breeze skittering across her heated core pitched her arousal
higher still, as did the view of herself in the full length mirror she could
see in their bedroom. Her flickering reflection showed a woman in the full
flush of arousal. With her head tossed back, and her mouth open, her skin
carried a rosy hue, the glistening evidence of her need for the dark man behind
her clearly visible on the top of her thighs. Lakota towered over her,
emphasizing her helplessness, and she closed her eyes to savor the moment.

This time he yanked her hair
so hard her scalp tingled.

"I said look at us,
little Alice. I want you to watch, as I feed my cock into your greedy pussy,
and plant myself so deep inside of you, you'll see stars. Would you like
that?"

"Yes, God, yes,
please…"

The rest of her plea was left
unsaid, as he released her wrists, lifted her leg, and pushed his cock slowly
into her cunt. Another tug to her hair reminded her to watch, and all the
breath left her lungs at the erotic sight of seeing his thick shaft disappear
into her swollen nether lips. A fresh wave of her juices aided his slow glide
into her until he was seated so deep, his balls rested on her ass, and Alice
was filled. His heavy breath into her sweat-damp neck, as he ordered her to
hold her leg up, sent shivers of need down her body, and then he began to move.
The angle meant every thrust scraped against her G-spot, and Alice panted her
need for him to go faster, deeper. Their gazes locked in the mirror, and tears
clouded her vision at the depths of emotion swirling in his midnight eyes.
Their free hands clasped together against the door, his other hand still buried
in the ends of her hair where he held her up around her waist, and every thrust
bumped her breasts into the pane of glass, the slight pain adding to the
moment. He pummeled into her in ever more forceful thrusts, the closer she
hurtled towards her climax, until they came together with her screaming his name
and him grunting his release into her neck.

"Fuck, Alice. You're
mine, and I'm not ever letting you go."

Chapter Eleven

"Do you really mean
that?"

Still clasped tight inside
her body, with her walls milking the last few spasms of his cock emotions once
again threatened to overwhelm Lakota. He seemed to be in a permanent state of
emotional melt-down around his little Alice. And she was his. The need to claim
her, to mark her consumed him. He pulled out of her and swept her up in his
arms, loving the trusting way she snuggled into him with a small sigh.

"I'll show you much I
mean it."

In a few long legged strides
he had them inside and Alice placed in the middle of the bed. He kissed her
long and hard, and she melted against him, the scent of her sweet musk filling
his nostrils, and hardening his dick in record time.

She noticed, of course, and
he felt her smile in the kisses she dropped on his jaw when he retreated.

"You're ready for round
two already?"

"First things first. Do
you trust me, baby?"

She blinked at the endearment
he hadn't meant to utter, and he could see the answer in her beautiful eyes
before she nodded.

"You know I do. I trust
you with my life."

Warmth spread through his
veins at the smile that accompanied those words, and he couldn't help but grin
like the besotted fool he was. Somehow, and he'd be buggered if he knew how,
his sweet little, innocent Alice had smashed through all of his defenses,
turning him inside out, until he had no place to hide.

"Shut your eyes for me,
then."

She frowned but complied
immediately. A shudder went through her when he dropped a kiss on her lips and
lifted her head to secure a blindfold around her eyes.

"I'm going to blindfold
you and tie you to the bed, my sweet. I don't want to hurt you, and if you move
I might. Do you hear me?"

"Yes." The one word
was delivered on a soft exhale, and he made short work of securing her arms and
legs, until she lay spread-eagled in front of him.

"You're so fucking
beautiful, all laid out like that for me. I wish you could see what you look
like. Shall I tell you what I see, my sweet little Alice?"

"Ye-es." Again that
soft exhale that made his balls grow tight in need.

"I see my woman all
soft, and round, wet and waiting for me. Your skin is flushed, your nipples
hard, and your little panty breaths are such a fucking turn on, not to mention
that secret part of you. Open, swollen, your little bud is just asking for my
mouth. Would you like my kiss there, my sweet, so I can drink your nectar and
taste your need for me?"

"Yes… yes, please.
Anything, you want, just please do something."

He chuckled, and she bucked
as much as she could with the little movement her silken bonds allowed. No
harsh handcuffs for his little Alice's skin. No, the only marks would be the
one made by his hands. He ran his index fingers through her soaked slit and
blew against the bundle of nerves at the top of her lips.

Again she groaned, a sound so
full of feminine need it was truly beautiful to hear. More of her juices coated
her thighs, and he swirled his fingers through the evidence of her arousal
mixed in with the last of his seed still trickling out of the clasp of her
body.

A primitive need to plant
more of that seed deep inside her womb took hold of him at that moment, and for
just one glorious second he could see her lush body swollen with his child. A
vision so primal it took his breath away, until he shook his head.

They had never discussed
kids. Not in the endless sheets of prenuptial arrangements they had both
signed, though he was sure there was a clause in there somewhere covering the
eventuality of any unwanted pregnancy.

Percy left nothing to chance,
after all. But would a pregnancy be unwanted? He'd trusted her when she said
she was on the pill, so why did he now almost wish she wasn't? He ran a hand
through his hair and suppressed a groan. What the fuck was wrong with him?

He'd bound her to him with
the ridiculous terms of their arrangement, and he had no idea how she really
felt about him. That her body desired him, of that there was no doubt. Could
there ever be more between them? Was the trust she exhibited in her submission
to him enough to build a relationship on?

Would she want to stay with
him once the arranged time was over? His little Alice was a romantic. Would she
settle for a life with what little he had to offer, knowing full well that he
was incapable of ever saying the words every woman wanted to hear?

"Lakota?" Her
uncertain whisper shook him out his maudlin thoughts. This was here, and this
was now. He would live in the moment and worry about all that later. Right now
he had his woman where he wanted her.

"I'm here, my sweet.
Relax."

She drew in a breath and
another, in a visible effort to calm her nerves, and he bent down and kissed
her again.

"Remember those candles
you admired on that stall in Colombo, my sweet?"

She stilled completely and
her breaths grew choppier, and he smiled.

"I see that you do… Now,
feel their kiss, and fly for me."

He'd gone hard as nails in
the middle of the crowded market at her innocent reaction to his whispered
comment that these were far more than scented candles. He'd bought them on
impulse, waiting for the right moment to introduce them. He knew her well
enough by now to know how far he could push her, and he wanted to give her the
pleasure this play brought.

She flinched at the first
drop of wax hit her just below the collarbone, and he swiped the drop away,
watching her closely for her reaction. Again and again he repeated the process,
until she arched into the touch of the wax on her skin.

He drew patterns around her
breasts, leaving the wax to settle, and letting the flame burn a little hotter
each time. Her breathing changed to the slow, deep state of relaxed awareness
he wanted her to be in as he scribed what was in his heart on her quivering
tummy.

By the time he was done his
dick was just about ready to explode, and Alice was so wet, the covers were
stained under her ass. He smiled to himself at the face of housekeeping in the
morning and poured one last heavy drop of wax over her hugely distended clit at
the same time as he thrust his cock into the tight clasp of her body, with a
growled, "Come for me, baby."

****

Alice came so hard and so
fast she could barely catch her breath. The sensation of the hot wax dripping
over her most sensitive flesh coupled with the feel of him sliding deep into
her core, his weight pinning her in place proved too much.

She was dimly aware of Lakota
reaching his own pinnacle in record time, and then she was free. Released from
her bonds and held securely in his arms, she blinked to get her eyes to focus.

Her body was covered in
multi-colored patters of wax, and he'd traced a word into her lower abdomen—
Mine
.

Alice bit back her tears, and
Lakota's hands settled over her fingers tracing the word. She looked at him, and
she held her breath at the emotion she glimpsed in his eyes, before he masked
it.

"I will run you a bath,
and you can soak it off. I'm not going near that beautiful skin of yours with a
knife."

"Do we have to take it
off?"

He grew very still at her husky
question, and his voice was hoarse when he finally answered.

"I don't want you
getting sore. This is your first time. We don't know how your skin will
react."

Alice smiled at the
protectiveness and concern behind those words.

"I seem to be having a
lot of firsts around you, Mr. Kemnay."

He laughed and drew her
closer against him.

"All good ones, I hope,
Mrs. Kemnay?" he asked.

She twirled her hand round
his chest hair in answer, and tugged, making him hiss.

"You know the answer to
that, and I don't think your ego needs any more stroking, but I'm curious about
one thing. Where did you learn to do that?"

Lakota's deep belly laugh
rumbled through her, and she said a silent prayer of thanks to hear him laugh.
She hadn't heard that laugh for a few days now, ever since that fateful phone
call and their subsequent rush home.

"Remember that wealthy
widow I was telling you about?" At her nod he continued. "She liked
her kink. I received quite the education for one so young. Some of it stuck. Others
less so, but I realized very early on that I needed to be in charge. I've never
quite allowed myself to be so
me
until you came along. Though if we're
going to do anything heavier I'm going to have to give you a safe word. You
tempt me too much to push you that little bit too hard. There's a fine line
between pleasure and pain, my sweet. I don't want us to cross it."