Under His Control (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) (4 page)

Dante picked up the sheets of paper coming off the
printer and tossed them into the shredder.
 
So much for my chance of seeing what they said.
 

“Bad news?” I asked, hoping to coax some information
from him, but he was too stone faced.

“Just junk mail.
 
Now, follow me down this hallway and I’ll show you something I think
you’ll really like.”

“Where do you keep the keys to all this stuff?” I
asked, trying to seem flirty and silly as I sat on his desk and caressed my
breasts.

“Nowhere.
 
Now
come with me to the next room.”

“Nowhere?
 
Now I
don’t believe that,” I teased, spreading my legs wide around the edge of the
desk.
 
I saw a noticeable bulge in
Dante’s slacks and knew my seduction was working.
 

He crossed the room over to me and stood between my
spread thighs.
 
He reached out with one
of his hands and tenderly caressed by cheek before grabbing me by the hair and
forcing my face back so he could kiss my lips.
 
The urgency of his lips forced mine apart and our tongues collided.
 
A moan of pleasure escaped my throat and I
lost myself in the passion of his embrace.

He kissed his way down my long neck until he came to
my cleavage.
 
Then he lifted me into his
strong arms and carried me from the room while he kissed the curves of exposed
cleavage.
 
He kicked the office door shut
behind him as we left and I heard the lock beep as the door was permanently
shut off to me.
 
My mission to get
information from his office had temporarily failed, unless I could get him to
fall asleep and then I could take another crack at it.
 
In the meanwhile, there was nothing left for
me to do but enjoy myself.
 
It had been
such a long time since I’d had sex, and his lips felt so good on my body.
 
I decided to give myself up to the pleasures
he was giving me and allow myself to have this night of passion.

He carried me down the hall to his bedroom suite and
laid me down in the center of his massive king-sized bed.
 

“Take off your dress,” he commanded so simply and
firmly, it never occurred to me not to follow his demand.
 
Smiling brightly, I pulled the short, tight
dress over my head and tossed it onto the floor, while Dante stripped off his
tailored slacks and designer shirt.
 
Dressed in only a thong, I lay back onto the bed and slid my hands
seductively over my body.
 
Dante took me
in with his gaze, and I could tell from the fire burning in his penetrating
blue eyes that he liked what he saw.

“What are your safe words?” he asked me, and I blinked
for moment before the question registered in my mind and I remembered the
answer.

“Yellow light to slow things down and red light to stop
things completely,” I said.

“Good girl,” Dante complimented and then rewarded me
with a deep and satisfying kiss.
 
His
hands found my breasts and massaged them, squeezing and fondling them in just
the right way.
 
I arched my back,
pressing my round globes deeper into his hands, and he responded by putting his
lips to them.

“Put your hands behind your head and keep them there
until I tell you to move them,” he commanded in a husky voice.
 
He had such a powerful presence, I complied
at once and was rewarded by the feel of his mouth closing over my right
nipple.
 
He suckled it with his lips and
flicked it with his tongue while I writhed and moaned on the bed with
pleasure.
 
He moved to my left breast and
repeated the process there, going back and forth between my two nipples
repeatedly while I luxuriated in the pleasure he was giving me.
 
I longed to run my fingers through his thick
hair, but he had forbid me to move my hands from behind my head, and so I
forced myself to keep them there.
 
The
taboo nature of the game thrilled me in ways I never would have
anticipated.
 
Being forbidden to move my
hands made me want to touch him more than I ever would have wanted to
before.
 
And longing to touch someone I
couldn’t made me acutely more aware of the feel of his touch on my body.
 
Every inch of my skin tingled with sexual
arousal, and every brush of his hot, wet mouth upon my naked breasts sent
powerful currents of pleasure rushing through me.
 
I wanted him to fuck me more than I’d ever
wanted anything in my life.

“You’re being such a good girl,” Dante complimented me,
and it made my heart flutter.
 
“Are you
having fun?
 
Do you want me to keep
going?”

“Yes.”
 
I nodded
my head vigorously, and he began to massage my pussy over the thin fabric of my
silk thong.
 
Huge waves of pleasure
flooded through me, and I spread my thighs wide, wanting more.

“Say yes,
Sir
,”
Dante insisted, and I found the idea wildly erotic.

“Yes, Sir.
 
Please keep going,” I panted, arching my hips towards his fingers,
wanting more of his touch.
 

“Good girl,” Dante said and pulled the thong down my
hips and off my body.
 
“Grip the
headboard of my bed.”

The oak bed had a beautiful headboard made of bars
intricately carved in the shape of naked women.
 
I stretched my arms over my head and grabbed hold of two of them,
wondering what delicious pleasures he had in store for me next.
 
To my surprise, he threaded my thong around
one of the wooden bars and looped it around each of my wrists in a complicated
knot that bound me securely to the headboard and made me unable to escape. Next,
he placed a blindfold over my eyes, making me unable to see.

“Let’s play a little game of power exchange,” I heard
Dante’s deep voice near my ear, and I knew he was lying on the bed beside
me.
 
“You hand over all of your independence
and free will to me, promising to obey my every word and giving me the power to
do to you anything than I wish; which I promise you will be incredibly
pleasurable.
 
In exchange, I take on the
responsibility of making sure that you are safe, never placing you in any
physical danger, and I am under your complete control to stop my actions at any
time by uttering the safe words.
 
Do you
want to play?”

I couldn’t believe the proposal he was offering
me.
 
He could word it any way he wanted
to, but I knew what he was asking me. He wanted me to be his sex slave for the
night; and the surprising thing was I wanted to.
 
I wanted to give up all my control to this
incredibly powerful, sexy, charismatic man and willingly allow him to have his
way with me in any way he wanted to.
 
With my heart pounding and my body coursing with sexual excitement, I
whispered, “Yes, Sir.
 
I want to.”

“Good.
 
Now,
obey my every word and I promise to give you rewards far beyond any pleasure
you’ve ever felt before,” Dante whispered in my ear.
 
He began to kiss his way down my helpless
body, exploring my prone flesh with his mouth, lips, tongue, hands, and
fingers.
 
He started with my neck and
then worked his way slowly down the center of my body.
 
He played with my tits, giving my hard
nipples extra attention before moving on down my stomach to circle my navel
with kisses.
 
I squirmed in my bonds,
trying to wriggle away from his ticklish touch, but it was useless. I was his
captive slave, unless of course I uttered the safe words, but what he was doing
to me felt so good, there was no way I wanted to do that.

Finally, he came to the part I’d been waiting for all
night long.
 
He kissed his way down my
hips and spread my thighs wide.
 
My pussy
was already moist and tingling with desire, and I couldn’t wait for him to fuck
me.
 
That’s why I was so surprised when
he didn’t.

Right at that moment when my legs were spread and I
was primed for him to shove his cock into my pussy, he disappeared.

Blindfolded and helplessly bound to the headboard, I
reached out with my other senses, trying to find him.
 
The only sound my ears could detect was the
faint whirl of the ceiling fan and my skin became acutely aware of the slight
brush of air on my naked flesh.
 
My nose
searched for the scent of his cologne, but it filled the air of his bedroom and
I couldn’t tell if that meant he was in the room, silently and cruelly watching
me while I was forced to wait for his touch, or if it simply in the room
because he spent so much time here and he had actually abandoned me.
 

Seconds felt like minutes and minutes felt like
eternity as I lay naked and helpless.
 
Then suddenly, I heard him enter the room and there was a strange
clinking sound that I immediately recognized as being the sound of ice cubes in
a glass.

I felt the weight of him as he climbed onto the bed
beside me, and then suddenly, without any warning, I felt a painful burning
sensation upon my left nipple that caused me to gasp with surprise.
 
It took a moment for me to realize it was the
feel of ice being rubbed across my nipple.
 
I gasped again as he repeated the action to my right nipple.
 
I was surprised to find how erotically
charged I felt.
 
My every nerve had been
awakened by the shocking cold, and waves of intense sexual pleasure coursed
through my nipples and resonated deep in my pussy, making me hornier than ever.

“Do you like that?” Dante taunted me and applied the
ice to both my nipples at once.
 
I tried
to squirm away from the painful cold, but of course I couldn’t.
 
Moments later, I felt his hot mouth upon my
frozen nipples and he crooned soothingly, “Let me warm those up for you.”

Moans of pleasure escaped my throat and I writhed on
the bed, delirious with rapture as he kept up the game, rubbing the ice on my
nipples and then suckling them with his hot mouth.
 
My pussy was aching to be fucked, and I
didn’t think it was possible to be any hornier as I struggled in my bonds and
begged for the release of orgasm.

“Fuck me, please!” I pleaded between moans.
 
He’d set down the ice and was fingering me
now, massaging my swollen clitoris in just the right way to have my pussy
quivering with pleasure.
 
“I want to feel
your cock inside me.
 
Please!”

He tortured me, suckling my clitoris with his mouth,
while his expert fingers danced along the outside of my dripping tunnel, but
never went inside.
 
My hips were bucking
now, searching for his fingers and trying to get him to slide up into me so I
could get some release, but of course, I couldn’t.

“Lay still, naughty girl or I’ll have to tie your legs
down, as well,” Dante said in a firm voice.
 
I started to object and he cut me off, saying sternly, “Silence
now.
 
I’ll decide when you are ready to
be fucked.
 
The more you move, the longer
you’ll have to wait.
 
Now lie perfectly
still and don’t move a muscle.
 
Do you
understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said contritely and forced my body to
lay motionless.
 
Dante climbed on top of
me, and I could feel his erection rubbing against my thighs as he lavished
sensual kisses all over my body.
 
It was
the most exquisite torture I had ever endured, and I was in ecstasy.
 
Being forced to keep my body perfectly still
made me hyper aware of everything I was feeling, increasing my physical
pleasure exponentially.
 
Every pinch of
my nipples and caress of my thighs vibrated through my body and made me want to
wrap my legs around him and fuck him, but I had to restrain myself and forced
myself to wait.

Finally, he took mercy on me and I felt the
indescribable rapture of his erection sliding deeply inside my eager cunt.
 
I sighed with relief at the feel of him going
deeper and deeper until he was fully inserted up to the hilt.
 
I wanted to wrap my legs around his waist and
thrust my hips with wild abandon, but that would have been against the rules of
the game, and so I continued to force myself to obey his command and kept my
body still.

Slowly, he began to thrust, drawing himself almost all
the way out of my tunnel and then slowly sinking himself all the way back
in.
 
In and out, he moved with
excruciating slowness while he suckled my hyper-sensitive nipples with his hot
mouth and squeezed my butt cheeks with his strong hands.
 
The stimulation was more than I could bear,
and I plummeted into a deep and powerful orgasm.
 
Every nerve in my body exploded with pleasure
as I screamed and gasped and my muscles
spasmed
uncontrollably.