Very Bad Billionaires (4 page)

A gardener could pop over the hill and see them—see her—with her round ass sticking out for Alston’s approval. A thrill rushed through her and she shivered. As she bent over, Alston fluffed her dress up over her backside, exposing her panties to the bright morning light.

* * * * *

God damn
. She was beautiful. Willful but naturally submissive. Scared and excited at the same time. Part of him wanted to ravage her. To give her everything he had until she broke beneath him. But he couldn’t. Standing there with her plump, full ass jutting out and her hands gripping the weathered wood, she was still his ward. Still someone he’d agreed to care for. And he would. One spank at a time.

“Let’s take these off, shall we?” Slipping his fingers beneath her panties, he tugged and the fabric fell to the floor. They pooled around her feet and Alston whistled in appreciation. “I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re so wet and swollen. Eager.”

“Yes, sir.”

A flash of heat surged through Alston, straight to his cock. “Don’t call me that. Not yet.”

She glanced behind her. “I’m sorry, Alston.”

“Better. Now, I’m going to ask you again. Are you sure you want this? Are you sure you want a taste of my world?”

“Yes. I’m sure. Please, Alston.” Her legs trembled and her voice turned desperate. “I need you.”

Smack!
He flicked the soft leather against her ass and she cried out.
Smack!
He hit her other cheek and she gasped.
So fucking hot
. “If you want me to stop, say ward. That’ll be your safe word. Can you remember that?”

“Yes. I can remember.”

“Good.”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
He hit her with the crop again and again, each time a little harder, a little faster. Her ass colored pink where he’d struck and each time she let out a keening moan. She loved it. He could tell. Brushing the crop across her skin, Alston drew a whimper from her and he stilled.

“Too much?”

“No…It’s just…I need…”

Alston slid the riding crop between her legs, rubbing it against her swollen lips as he pushed her wide open with his knee. “You need what? To come?”

“Yes!”

He chuckled and tapped the crop against her bare mound. “You will. But have some patience. We’re not close to done yet.”

With expert precision, he tapped her swollen flesh, using the soft leather to ramp her up, send her higher, flood her body with the edge of bliss. Never touching the spot she needed, never giving her relief.

“Alston, please!” It came out in a pleading whimper. “Make me come!”

He fought the urge to punish her. A novice should be given leeway. Especially her. Instead, he pulled the crop away and leaned over to whisper in her ear. “I give commands, Bryce. Not you.”

“I’m sorry.” The words came out in a gasp.

“Apology accepted.” With gentle pressure, he used his hand to stroke her tender flesh until she moaned again in unsatisfied lust. “Now, let’s give you what you’ve been wanting, hmm?”

He stood back up and slid the crop back between her legs. She tensed in front of him, legs quivering and ass clenching, until the first flick of the leather hit her clit.

“Oh, God! Yes!” She hung her head and he flicked again, drawing out groans and moans and uncontrollable spasms.

On and on it went, him driving her orgasm through her body, her moaning and shaking and losing control. With a final tap of the leather on her clit, she came, crying out in euphoria as he pressed the crop into her swollen, little nub.

He stepped away as ecstasy took over, waiting until her trembling subsided before bending to pull up her panties with gentle fingers. He slipped them all the way on and pulled her hands off the post, hugging her to him as she collapsed into his arms.

“You didn’t tell me to stop.”

“I didn’t want you to.”

“Did I scare you? Was it too much?”

“No.” She pulled back, eyes brimming with admiration and trust and not a hint of regret. “Alston, don’t you see? I want all of you. Every part. Not just what you show to the world.”

He smiled and kissed her forehead. Screw his nagging fear and doubt. She took what he had to offer and never once backed down, never once doubted him. If she could trust him with her body, maybe he could trust her with more.

“If you want me, you’ll have me. All of me that you can take. Let’s go inside. I have things to show you.”

Chapter Four

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Emotions and questions and excitement all buzzed around in Bryce’s head. She’d never thought she could come so hard…from a tool. Alston never even touched her—except the one time when she’d tried to order him around.
Note to self—don’t tell Alston what to do in the bedroom. Or the gazebo
.

She snickered and he glanced up at her. “Something funny?”

“Yes. No. Oh, I don’t know. I think endorphins have wrecked my brain.” She set her napkin on the table and scooted back her chair.

“Well, there’s plenty more where that came from.”

Bryce smiled and took a sip of water. They’d spent all day together—talking, learning about each other, kissing—but he’d never pushed her. Every funny story and embarrassing confession had Bryce falling a little harder. One day with Alston and her infatuation had tipped over into more. It was too fast and unwise and a million other things. But she couldn’t help it. Once he’d let her in, she couldn’t stop. She was in love with him. And now dinner was over, the sun had set, and all she could think about was his body. Toned muscles. Strong hands. Thick cock.

Alston pushed back his chair and held out his hand. “Come. Let’s go to bed.”

Thank God
. Bryce stood and let Alston usher her through the house and into his bedroom. She stopped in admiration. An enormous four-poster bed took up most of a wall, with matching dark furniture all around. And the colors—muted blues and grays—a man’s room, no doubt about it.

“So is this where you…filmed the videos?”

Alston shook his head and walked over to a wardrobe. “No. I belong to a private club that specializes in those sorts of encounters. But the bed is similar. There aren’t many high-end bondage beds on the market, most are garish, tubular steel, that kind of thing. Not what I want to look at every day.”

“I see.” Bryce walked up to the bed, scanning the wood for fittings and chains. “Can I take a look?”

“Of course. I want you to be completely comfortable.”

Bryce nodded and ran her hands over the dark, burnished wood. High-end was an understatement. If he’d said it was a priceless antique, she’d have believed him. But on closer inspection, she noticed the differences.

Notches were carved into the inside of the posts, steel hooks were tucked out of sight, ready for a rope or chain. A shiver coursed through her and she turned to look at Alston. He stood in front of the wardrobe, peering into an open drawer.

“You’re sure you want to go down this road with me, Bryce?”

“Yes.”

Alston nodded without turning around. “Alright. Tonight, I think we’ll start small.” He turned around with a strip of black satin and a pair of cuffs in his hand. “A blindfold? Maybe some restraint?”

Bryce stared at the items and bobbed her head up and down like a puppet on strings. “Okay. If you think that’s best.”

“If you’re having second thoughts…”

“No! It’s not that. I just…” A blush crept up her face and she turned away. She shouldn’t be nervous. Her whole body hummed with energy.
Need
. And he’d already spanked her, told her she was beautiful. He wouldn’t change his mind, would he?

Alston strode up to her, took her by the arms and spun her around. “You just what?”

“It’s nothing, I—” Bryce struggled in his grip, tugging against his hands until he grabbed her chin and forced her face up to his.

“Tell me what’s bothering you.”

Damn it!
Why did he have to be so insistent? She furrowed her brow. “I’m afraid I’ll disappoint you. You could have any woman you set your eyes on and I’m—”

“What?”

She frowned. “I’m not ashamed of what I look like. I’m comfortable in my own skin. But, I’m no supermodel. I know that.”

Alston let go of her chin and slinked his hand down her body, swiping at the swell of her breast before squeezing her thick ass. “You mean you look like a woman. A full, gorgeous woman I can’t wait to tie up and pin down and ravage.”

Bryce blushed hotter. “I haven’t done this a whole lot, Alston. I—” Her voice faltered and she paused. “I might disappoint you.”

Alston bent down and kissed her parted lips.
Oh!
Enveloping her with his whole body—firm chest, rock hard thighs, cock long and thick against her belly—and she moaned. He raked his tongue across hers and slid his hand into her hair to hold her still. Power. Control. Her body ached for all he could do. She wanted him to slip the blindfold on, tie her up, steal her breath and fuck her senseless.

She melted into him and he deepened the kiss, flicking and swirling his tongue inside her mouth.
Oh, God.
She reached up and palmed his chest, soaking up the heat through his shirt as he nibbled on her lower lip. She couldn’t get enough of the way he commanded her body to ache with just his lips. He pulled back and she groaned in protest.

“Based on that performance, I think you’ll do fine. But tell me, what have you done before, Bryce? Just how inexperienced are you?”

She shook her head. “I don’t see how that matters.” Rising up on her tiptoes, she tried to kiss him again, but he held her still.

“I won’t judge, but I need to know. I don’t want to push you too far, too fast.” He stroked her cheek with his thumb and she exhaled in a ball of nerves. The last thing she wanted was for Alston to doubt her—to see the little girl he’d taken in so many years before instead of the woman in front of him. “Tell me, Bryce.”

Closing her eyes, she let it all out in a rush. “I had a fling in college. A virginity losing one-night stand. And a sort-of boyfriend? But it only lasted a week. Maybe two. He, um, wasn’t into big girls. I swear he only wanted to find out if I could deep throat.”
There. I said it
. Cracking her eyelids open, she risked a glance up at Alston.

He stood stoic and calm as he regarded her. “Is that all?”

I should have lied
. “Yes. I’m sorry I haven’t had more experience.”

“Stop.” He took her face in his hands and she gasped as he bent to kiss her again, crashing his lips into hers in a rush before pulling away. “You never have to be sorry for that. And that jerk of a boyfriend? He’s lucky I don’t know his name.”

“So you’re not mad?”

“No. You’ve done what you’ve wanted. What you’ve been comfortable with. That’s admirable.”

She tried to smile, but couldn’t look him in the eye. “It’s still mortifying.”

“Not to me. If you’d like, we could start with what you know. And move on from there.”

What I know?
Bryce frowned and glanced up as Alston slipped the blindfold over her eyes. “Wait! I’ve never been blindfolded.” A bolt of panic shot through her and she sucked in a breath.

“I said start, Bryce. Don’t worry, we’ll go slow. What’s your safe word?”

“Ward.”

“Don’t hesitate to use it.”

Bryce let out the air she’d trapped inside her lungs and nodded. She trusted Alston. He was an expert and she could stop at any time. She only needed to say the word.

After tying the blindfold tight around her head, he stepped away and she moaned at the sudden loss.
Where is he?
Clothes rustled, a belt unbuckled, shoes fell to the floor.
He’s undressing
. A thrill raced through her.

In the dark, with the blindfold cutting off her sight, she hung on every whisper, waiting. When Alston’s hands brushed against her arms, she gasped, shaking as he unzipped her dress and slipped it off her shoulders. He stripped her with efficient grace, unclasping her bra, shimmying down her panties. She stood there, full breasts, ample hips. All of her on display. Would he change his mind? Or did he actually like what he saw?

After a moment, his breath hitched and a satisfied groan took its place. “You’re so beautiful, Bryce.”

She smiled but said nothing, not trusting her voice to be firm without the light.

“Now, get on your knees, please. I want you to suck my cock.”

What?
“But I can’t see!”

Alston let out a short laugh. “I know. It’ll help you learn. Trust me.”

Bryce nodded and slid to the floor, kneeling on the plush carpet as she bit her lip. He’d told her they’d start with what she knew, but she never imagined it’d be on her knees with a blindfold. As her thoughts tumbled over themselves, Alston’s hand reached around her head.

“Open your mouth, Bryce. I want you to taste me.”

She opened on command and his thick, spongy head brushed her lips. With a moan, she opened wider, letting him slip into her mouth and fill her up.
Mmm
. He tasted…delicious. Hot and hard with a hint of musk. He was all man and he was inside her, taking her mouth like she hoped he’d take her pussy.

“I’m not going to force you, Bryce. I want you to learn me—learn what I like and what I don’t. Use your mouth and tongue to get me off.”

She moaned around him and reached her hand up to grip his shaft when he pulled away. “I said your mouth and tongue. Not your hands. I’ll tie them behind your back if you do it again.”

Bryce nodded and opened her mouth, desperate and eager.

“Good. Now let’s start again.” He thrust inside her, taking her deeper, edging to the start of her throat before pulling back.

She latched on, tightening her lips around his shaft as she adjusted to his girth. A few hesitant starts and stops and she eased into a rhythm, sliding down and up, licking his tip and teasing the ridge until he moaned. Something about the blindfold made it so much hotter. Intense. Her sex throbbed and she squirmed to relieve the ache.

“You like giving head, don’t you Bryce?”

She hummed her assent and he groaned, thrusting deeper into her mouth.
Mmm
. On the next slide down, she did it again, humming against his shaft as she took him as far as her mouth would allow. He groaned again and she smiled around him, letting saliva dribble down her chin.

Making him moan, turning him on—it was empowering. She might be on her knees, but she was the one allowing
him
pleasure, determining when he’d come and how hard. Up and down she stroked, using her tongue to lap at him again and again. She owned him in that moment.

Focusing on Alston’s orgasm, Bryce forgot all about the blindfold, the domination, the control—everything but his erection and her throbbing need between her legs. Losing herself in the freedom of sex and satisfaction, she sucked and sucked until he shuddered inside her mouth and took her head in his hands.

A single thrust from him and he came, shooting his thick, creamy release deep into her throat. Bryce swallowed and swallowed, drawing out every spasm until he gasped and let her go.
Oh my God
. She ached with sexual frustration—satisfied but desperate at the same time. Her whole body quivered and buzzed.

* * * * *

Damn
. Alston hadn’t come so hard in years. The way she lapped her tongue around his head, melted her lips around his shaft, and sucked him deeper into her greedy mouth every time—it was pure magic. He fell to his knees in front of her, taking in her bright pink cheeks, bee-stung lips and heaving chest. She’d enjoyed it too.

Holding onto her hands he tugged her up and led her to the bed. She scrambled onto the crisp sheets and he grabbed the cuffs before locking them into place on the posts. As Bryce whimpered, he leaned over and slipped the blindfold off.

She blinked him into focus and he smiled. “That was spectacular. Thank you.”

Bryce blushed. “You’re welcome.”

“And now, I think it’s your turn.”

Her eyes widened and she stared at him.

“What? Don’t tell me you’ve had enough.”

“No! I mean—I—you don’t have to, that’s all.”

“Of course. I don’t have to do anything. I want to.” Alston slid a hand over her bare shoulder, swooping down her naked body to cup the voluptuous swell of her breast. So beautiful and round, spilling over her chest and begging for his lips. He flicked her nipple and she jumped. “I want to bury my head between your legs and make you come so hard you scream.”

Bryce inhaled and Alston flicked again—back and forth across the puckered flesh until her nipple hardened into a rosy bullet. He could tease her all night, making her blush as he rubbed his fingers over all her sensitive places. But then he wouldn’t get to watch her fall apart. And he wanted that even more.

“Tell me, do you want this plain—without all the props and accessories? Or are you up for a little restraint?”

She swallowed and stared at him, eyes alive and sparkling as her lips parted with her breath. He knew what she wanted, but did she have the courage to admit it?

“I—I want restraint. If you do.”

He smiled. So young to be so bold despite her fear. He’d underestimated her for years. “Then restraint is what you’ll have, darling. Give me your leg.”

He held his hand out and she lifted her leg, setting her ankle on his palm. “That’s it. Now let’s see how flexible you are, hmm?”