The Billionaire's Ultimatum: His Absolute Need (A BDSM Erotic Romance Novel) (Book One) (24 page)

"Why three
days?" he asked.  I think he sensed my anxiety. 

I held the
pamphlet out for him, opening it to the page with the chart.  "So I'm on
birth control right now, but my period will be in a few days.  Too much
information, maybe?  Sorry.  But when that starts, I'd take these shots for,
um, ten days?  It shows right there, those marks."  I pointed it out for
him.

"Alright,
so then..."  He scanned through the chart along with me.  "So two
weeks for egg retrieval and a few days after that for egg transplant.  And
another egg transplant?  Um, how many children are we having here?"  He
laughed.

We, he said. 
We.  I stared at him, charmed, wrapped up in his excitement for children.  I'd
always thought about it, myself.  I liked the idea of it.  Having children, a
nice home, a loving husband.  A family.  This wasn't really that, not quite,
but the children part kept invading my fantasies.  It was a part of it, and I
wanted Asher to be a part of it, too.  When he included me into his dreams, I
felt a rush of giddy glee.

"Well,"
I said.  "It depends on how many stick.  I think they put a few in just in
case, but probably only one or two are going to mature."

"So, twins
maybe," he said.  "A boy and a girl?"

"That would
be nice.  They wouldn't really be twins, though.  Kind of, but not the same as
natural twins.  I don't really know how that works."

"I guess
we'll find out if it happens."  Asher grinned, then continued scanning
through the pamphlet.  "Is this... what do they do?" he asked. 
"I mean, I know what they do, but how does this work?  Is there any
danger?  Risks?  Is it... I don't want to ask you to do anything that's
dangerous, Jessika.  I know that couples do this often when infertility is an
issue, but that isn't the kind of situation we're in.  It's unfair to ask you
to do anything too risky."

I smiled at him
and put my hand on his arm.  "No, no.  It's... well, she said it's
painful, but besides that I think it's safe.  It's not a simple procedure, but
they're experienced, and..."

My face burned
red and I couldn't believe I was about to do what I was about to do.  I'd
thought of it, considered doing something like this, but it was more a fantasy
than anything else.  Or was it?  No, I...

I shifted on the
doctor's table and shimmied my skirt up until it was at the tops of my thighs
by my waist.  "They insert a needle in here," I said, patting the
crotch of my pink panties.  "There's a suction device on the other end and
they just suck as many eggs up as possible.  There's more to it than that, but
that's the general idea."

Asher looked at
me hard, his face turning white.  He gulped.  "Jessika, that's... um..."

I smiled at him,
serene, acting as if nothing was wrong.  I stayed the way I was, keeping myself
revealed to him.  "I imagine it's easier on your end.  Sperm's easier to
get ahold of."

He laughed a
little, lightening up.  "Yes, I imagine so.  Did I hear right before? 
You're on birth control?"

I nodded. 
"Better safe than sorry, right?  I guess it worked out for this, too, so
that's good."

He moved closer
to me, putting a hand on my thigh.  "I was worried before.  I kind of,
when we, um.  You know?  After the photography?  I know the odds are low, but I
was worried maybe you'd get pregnant from that.  I don't know what I would've
told Beatrice then.  I'm still a little worried."

"You don't
have to be," I said.  I reached for his cheek and rested my hand on his
face, touching him.  He felt so warm and soft, with a hint of stubble.  I
caressed his cheek and looked into his eyes.  "I promise, it's fine.  I
understand.  I can't get pregnant right now, so there's no need to worry."

"I
know," he said, leaning towards me.  "You're so beautiful.  Beatrice
would never wear underwear like that.  That's the wrong thing to say, isn't
it?  I don't know why I'm saying it."

"It's
alright," I said.  I felt so strange right now, as if I were someone else
entirely.  Was I really doing this?  "I wore them for you."

That did it.  I
don't know what I expected, but Asher satisfied every possible positive outcome
I ever could have dreamed of.  He swooped in and kissed me, his mouth hard on
mine.  Fast and urgent, he put one arm behind my back and held me up while his
chest and lips and face tried to push me backwards.  I returned the kiss, needy
and wanting.  I grabbed at his dress shirt and pulled him towards me, for all
the good it did; Asher was already pressed tight against me with no space
between us.

"I'd like
to go over the procedure," he said, pausing our kiss and whispering into
my lips.

"Are you my
doctor?" I asked with a slight smirk.

"It's
always good to get a second opinion."

He kissed me
again, his mouth opening and his tongue joining mine.  I closed my eyes and
languished in it, in his aggression and passion.  Guided by pure impulse, I
spread my legs when he squeezed my thigh with his free hand.  My lips adored
him, couldn't get enough of him, and I felt like it was impossible to do
anything but kiss and touch and tease him.  He kept me on the brink of passion,
teasing me by pulling away.  Just a slight bit, but enough that I came forward
and inched my way back towards him.  When I was sitting straight up he made his
move.

His hand between
my thighs crept closer and closer to the center of my being.  Caught off guard
and heady with lust, I never noticed it until he made it quite a bit more
known.  His fingers curled underneath the frill and lace of my pink chiffon
panties and tugged them away from my arousal-slick sex.  Teasing my slit,
running a finger up and down and between my lower lips, he pushed me over the
edge.  I went willingly, ecstatically, gyrating my hips on the table and
scooting towards the literal edge of it.

"This is
for—" he said in between frantic kisses, "—medical purposes, of
course."

"Yes,"
I said, more of an exhaled breath than a word.  "Yes, I know."  The
door was closed, we were in the room alone, and we had nothing to worry about. 
Nothing to worry about for now, at least; consequences always came after the
fact.

I grabbed at his
belt and scrambled to unbuckle it.  While I did, Asher pushed one finger inside
me, teasing at my inner walls.  He curled his finger, gently pulling, pressing
against me.  I scrambled all the faster, finally getting his belt undone. 
Without a moment of hesitation, I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. 
Hidden behind his boxers, his cock sprang to attention, the head just barely
jutting out from the slit in the front of his tented underwear.

"Please,"
I said, practically begging.  "I need your second opinion."

"Shh,"
he said.  "I'm the one in charge here.  I'll tell you what you need."

He moved away
from me and pressed a finger against my lips, the same finger that was just
inside me.  Acting on instinct, desperately wanting him, I licked his finger
and tasted myself on him.  It was sweet and sticky and a little strange but I
liked it.

I think it
surprised him to see me like that, so debauched and sexual.  It surprised me,
too.

Asher grabbed
his cock and weaved it through the slit in the front of his boxers.  So hard
and hot and sexy, I wanted him so badly.  I watched him, stared at his
erection, seeing what he might do.  Waddling towards the edge of the table,
pants around his ankles, he pulled my thighs further apart and held them
against his hips.  His cock bounced up, the side touching against the front
fabric of my panties, the head pointing towards my navel.

He held my leg
in one of his hands while his other hand pulled aside my undergarment.  With my
glistening slit revealed, he needed no further invitation.  He looked at me
with lust-filled eyes and nodded.  The idea, the situation, my head filled with
scenes of provocative allure.  And then we made a scene of our own, something
real instead of fantasy.

With dainty
fingers, I guided his cock to the entrance of my slit.  Asher was much less
dainty in his actions and he pushed into me.  I gasped, shocked and delighted
at his body's sexual demands.  He thrust into me, a quick pound, and then
pulled nearly all the way out.  I wanted more, him inside me always, and I
pulled at his hips, pleading with him with my eyes.

He gave me
everything, all of him.  This time slower, tantalizing.  He eased his cock
inside of me half of the way and then thrust in harshly the other half.  I
gasped again and grabbed his sides, trying to hold him inside me.  My pussy
clenched against him, squeezing, hoping to keep him there forever.

"This,"
he said, his voice rugged, "is a simpler procedure, and far less painful. 
In fact, most patients find it quite enjoyable."

"Yessss,"
I hissed.

He pulled out of
me and slammed back in, this time making the table beneath me shake.  My body
quivered against his and I nearly fell off the table, but he placed his hands
under my ass and held me up.  I wrapped my legs around his waist and dug my
fingers into the fabric of his shirt.

"We
shouldn't be doing this," he said, thrusting hard into me.  "I know
that, but I can't... I don't..."

Despite what he
couldn't or didn't want to do, he kept doing it very well.  "Asher,"
I whimpered.  "Please.  I need you.  You're going to be a father.  Show
me, please."

He leaned down
and touched his nose against mine, looking me in the eyes.  I looked up at him,
breathing hard and heavy, staring at him.  He looked so intense, so demanding. 
He thrust into me again and again, erratic and unstoppable.

It was fast and
unromantic and sloppy, but that was a huge part of the appeal to me.  Two
people, both needing each other so badly that they couldn't wait, still mostly
fully clothed and fooling around on the padded table in an in vitro facility. 
I wondered if anyone had ever done this before as a sort of last ditch effort. 
Good luck, perhaps, a different way of producing results.  I would have liked
that, too.  A miracle, or something like it.

"Please,"
I begged him.  "Cum inside me.  I want you to.  Please, Asher."

He scrunched up
his face as if making a decision.  His thrusts slowed, becoming more elegant
and pronounced.  His cock hit every wonderful part inside of me at this point,
angled upwards and sliding back and forth across the rugged flesh of my
g-spot.  I could feel the beginnings of my orgasm, making themselves known and
inquiring about entry.  Yes, of course, I thought to myself.  Come right in.

"Jessika,"
Asher said, his face twisted in pleasure.  "I can't.  The doctor.  You
need to, after..."

"I don't
care, I don't care," I said, hasty.  "No, don't, no."

He thrust inside
of me one last time, slamming me back against the table.  My climax crashed
into me, sending me into a blissful state of unawareness.  My inner walls
clutched against Asher's cock, urging him to stay, welcoming his seed in its
natural state.  In vitro fertilization was good, but maybe we should practice
with the real thing first, right?

But, no.  Asher
remained in control of himself and pulled out of me.  I tried to stop him, held
him tight with my hands, but he managed to loosen my fingers enough to free
himself.  Just barely, almost not enough, and as soon as his cock slipped free
of my pussy his own orgasm flared up.  I looked down, captivated by his thick,
bulging erection trapped between my thighs.  His cockhead seemed to strain
against itself, growing and flexing, and then he let loose a stream of cum. 
His sticky seed splashed against my pink panties, leaving a line of white goo. 
Then another, and one more, and a final, tiny amount that clung to the head of
his quivering cock.

My orgasm
matched his rhythm, tensing and growing with every shot of his cream.  The
scene in front of me, the naughtiness of what we'd just done, it fueled my
fantasies.  I shivered and spasmed on the table, and while I wanted him inside
of me, filling me, some vague part of me knew he was right.  The doctor would
need to do some preliminary exams, and most likely that involved scoping out my
lower region.  No matter how much cleaning up we did after the fact, she'd
probably suspect something if she saw the remnants of a recent sexual
encounter.  And would she tell Beatrice?

Asher finished
spurting, but apparently he wasn't finished with me.  Grabbing my panties
again, catching me off guard, he pulled them aside and thrust himself inside of
me.  Once, twice, again.  My orgasm soared back to life, caught up in his need,
and I clenched against him.  No one had ever done this with me before. 
Granted, every man I'd been with before now had always worn a condom, too.

I bucked my hips
against Asher, riding him to another peak of pleasure.  He slammed into me,
hard and urgent, fighting against the clock and trying to force me to orgasm
again.  I felt him flex inside of me, straining to keep his cock hard enough to
satisfy me.  He could have remained perfectly still and let me bask in the feel
of him inside me for all I cared; it probably would have done the same thing.

Still, his cock
was softening, which was kind of exciting in its own way.  This man, this
desirous, aloof man who had no reason to even look at me twice, was doing
everything in his power to please me.  I could not stop him and he refused to
accept anything else from me.  The idea of it, the heady, drunken feeling it
gave me, flung me over the edge.

I could still
feel him inside me, pushing, his cock returning to normal, but it was a more
subtle feeling now.  Not that it mattered, though, because I was in the full
throes of climax once again.  I pulled at him and he didn't move away this
time, merely kept himself inside me.  The wall of my pussy squeezed and hugged
against his cock while he embraced me.  I rode through my pleasure, eyes
closed, languishing in the delightful sensation of it.