The Billionaire's Ultimatum: His Absolute Need (A BDSM Erotic Romance Novel) (Book One) (32 page)

"If you do
that again I'm going to have sex with you in your sleep," I said, defiant.

He laughed. 
"Promise?"

"I love
you," I said all of a sudden.  I don't know why, but it felt right.

"I love
you, too," he said. 

Leaning up to
kiss me, just a quick one at first, he decided it best to do it properly and
pulled me down into it.  I went willingly.  Maybe I'd quenched my carnal
desire(for the time being), but I still wanted him so badly.  To be with him,
to be near him, talking, touching, small, inconsequential things, nothing
important, not all the time.  Just him and I and everything, all of ourselves.

"We need to
get up," Asher said.  "I need to find out if Beatrice is here.  She
wasn't last night, which probably made everything a little easier, but we can't
put this off.  I don't know exactly what's going to happen, but it needs to
happen today."

"Alright,"
I said, nodding.  "I'll help.  I'll do whatever I can, Asher."

"I
know," he said.  "Thank you.  I really do appreciate it."

He went to take
a shower, leaving me to languish in bed.  I watched him strip off his shirt
through the open bathroom door.  I hadn't bothered with that article of
clothing when I'd freed myself from the headboard since it hadn't seemed
necessary to my goal.  Seeing Asher strip the rest of his pajamas off right in
front of me, then walk over to the bathtub and turn the shower on was oddly
erotic, though.  Maybe he had a good point with patience and relaxing, because
if I'd removed his clothes entirely I wouldn't have gotten to see this show.

After testing
the water with his hand, Asher stepped into the steaming shower.  Not all the
way, though, not entirely.  Before he closed the door he looked at me. 
Something in his eyes, a glimmer of admiration.  He crooked his finger,
beckoning for me to join him.  I watched him disappear behind the frosted glass
of the shower door.

Scrambling out
of bed, I bounded towards the bathroom, slipped out of my pajama tanktop just
like he had, and pulled open the shower door.  I jumped inside, into his arms. 
He smiled at me and held me close to him while hot water from the showerhead
streamed across our bodies.

"Glad you
could make it," Asher whispered into my ear, kissing my earlobe.

"I missed
you," I said, giving him a silly smile.

"Because I
was so far away?" he asked.

I nodded twice. 
"Mhm!"

He ran his hands
across my body, letting water cup between my skin and his palms, and then
sluiced it over me.  I tried to do the same, but he stopped me.  "Not
yet," he said.

I nodded and
stood and let him wash me.  He grabbed a bottle of body wash from a shelf off
to the side and squirted some into his hand.  Lathering it between his palms,
he gathered a good amount of bubbles and then slid the soapy foam across my
body.  He coaxed me to lift my chin and coated my neck with soap, then down my
shoulders and my arms, between each of my fingers.  He washed me, focusing on
my chest.  I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, letting out a moan when he
squeezed my breasts in his hands and toyed with my nipples.

My breasts were
apparently very dirty, so he spent a lot of time there.  Before I could moan
again, he pressed his mouth to mine and kissed me.  The sound went from my
throat into his, reverberating between us.  I laughed.

"Asher!"
I said, regaining some composure.  "We're showering!  You said we have
things to do."

"I did,
didn't I?" he said, coy.

His hands roamed
lower, across my stomach.  He pressed a finger into my belly button and tickled
my side with his other hand.

"Stop
it!"  I laughed and playfully slapped at him.

Then, without
warning, he pulled me closer.  Spinning me around so my back was against his
chest, latching his lips onto my neck, warm water from the shower spraying
against my breasts and my stomach, he held me tight.  All semblance of washing
left us, with only the soap remaining to remind us of what we were supposed to
be doing.

Asher slipped
his hand between my thighs and rubbed at my clit.  I staggered, but he stepped
back and braced us against the rear of the shower so neither of us would fall.

"Just once
more," he said.  "Please.  I know we have important things to do, but
just once more?"

I nodded. 
"It won't take a lot," I said.  "I'm really horny today.  I
don't know why."

He didn't reply,
just sucked on my neck.  His teeth bit lightly into my soft skin and his
fingers pressed and stroked against my clit.

"Like
that," I said.  "Just like that.  Don't stop."

He didn't,
never.  I closed my eyes and thought about him and what we'd just done on the
bed, what we were doing now.  Leaning my head back, I relaxed and let him take
me.  It was probably the shortest build up to orgasm I'd ever experienced.

The familiar
feelings of climax bubbled up inside me and then burst out.  I tensed,
unfamiliar with the sensation of doing this while standing.  "Now," I
said.  "Now, don't stop, please.  Just, just lighter.  Softer."

He softened, but
remained insistent, his fingers brushing against my clit.  He held me up with
his other hand and squeezed my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers.

"You're so
beautiful," he said.  "I love watching you like this."

"I want to,
too.  I..." 

I was at a loss
for words, swept up in pleasure.  The rippling echoes of my climax shivered
through me, delightful and sweet.  When they lessened, calmed to a faint swell,
I loosened Asher's hands from me and slipped away from him.  Getting to my
knees, resting on the slippery floor of the tub, I gazed up at him, lovingly.

He never said a
word, only looked down at me and smiled.  He looked so sweet and caring and I
wanted to kiss him, but I stopped myself.  We were in a rush and I needed to
make this quick, and after today maybe we could spend all the time we wanted
adoring each other, but...

Better not to
think about that since I wasn't sure what would happen.  I knew what was going
on right now and that was it.  Later, I hoped for a lot of things, but right
now I had Asher and that was enough.

His manhood
greeted me, jutting out from between his legs.  I scooted forward and wrapped
my hand around his shaft and stroked him.  With the water helping me, my hand
slid up and down his length easily.  Asher watched me, eyes glazed and halfway
shut and his mouth agape.

I stopped for a
second and reached up, fumbling for the bottle of body wash.  Asher didn't say
anything, didn't complain.  I squirted a little of the soap into my palm and
mixed it between both hands, then grabbed his cock once more.  This time, with
the slipperiness of the soap, my hand glided across his shaft in quick, smooth
motions.

"My
God," he said after the first few strokes.  "That feels
amazing."

I was in control
now.  Asher was mine and mine alone.  I relished the thought and quickened my
hand movements.

"Cum for
me," I said.  "I want you to.  All over my chest."

"Jessika!"
Asher said, a gasp, shocked.

I laughed. 
"You told me to tell you what I want before, so I'm telling you."

"Keep...
keep going," he said.  "A little faster.  If you keep that up it
won't take long."

I stroked him
with one hand and, in a fit of erotic genius, grabbed his balls in my other
hand.  I squeezed them and rolled them between my fingers, urging him towards
climax.  Asher didn't disappoint me, either.  He tensed and his cock swelled
and three sticky, white jets of cum shot onto my neck and breasts.  I laughed,
watching him, and slowed my strokes.  When he finished, I ran my fingers over
my chest and played with his cream.

"My God,
you're insatiable," he said.  "That was amazing."

I got up and
smiled at him and pressed hard against him.  "I love you."  I tried
to remain serious, but it didn't last for long before I giggled.

He laughed along
with me.  "You just wanted to get my mess all over my chest, too, didn't
you?"

I backed up and
admired my work.  Asher's sticky climax was spread fairly equally between his
pecs and my breasts.  "Well, we're in the shower so it's easy to clean
off."

"Alright,
alright.  Let's actually clean up now," he said.  "No more funny
business."

"You
started it," I said, poking my tongue out at him.

"Yes,"
he said.  "Well, yes.  And I'm alright with that."

"Me,
too."

Asher stood at
the stove watching the pancakes while I diced up fruit and mixed smoothies in
the blender.  We were waiting for Jeremy to come by so we could all eat
breakfast together.  They texted each other a lot for simple things like this. 
It was kind of weird and something I'd need to get used to.  It made sense in a
way, since it was faster than trying to track each other down through the
entire mansion grounds, but it still seemed a little different to me.

When Jeremy
arrived, he came in without knocking; no need to, really.  He smiled and
thanked me when I handed him a cool glass filled to the brim with my strawberry
banana smoothie concoction.  Asher doled out the pancakes onto three plates, we
topped them with more strawberries and whipped cream, then we all sat around
the dinette table, munching.

"So,"
Jeremy said in between pancake bites.  "Beatrice left earlier.  I'm not
sure exactly when.  She's not a huge fan of me, so I couldn't just stick around
her without being obvious.  She left a note with her maid, though.  Said to
give it to you if you asked about her.  It's Saturday, so I figure she figured
you wouldn't be working and might ask around for her."

Asher nodded. 
"We usually have lunch together when she's home on the weekends.  That
makes sense."

"What does
the note say?" I asked.

"Ha! 
That's the funny part.  It says she's going out to find a book.  A present for
you, in thanks for what you're doing.  She suggested Asher take you out to
lunch instead of her, since she'll just grab something on her own.  It's
actually very casual.  Kind of strange for her."  Jeremy shrugged.

"Yeah..." 
Asher sighed.  "I don't want to suspect the worst, but it's all coming
together.  Being away, suggesting Jessika and I go to lunch.  If she's hired
someone to keep tabs on us, they could take some controversial pictures.  Turn
an innocent lunch into weekend debauchery."

"Why a
book, though?" I asked.  "Why is she doing that?  I don't
understand."

"You showed
an interest during dinner the other night," Asher offered.  "It's not
exactly a secret that you enjoy reading.  I mentioned to her that you enjoyed
the library in the guest home, too."

"I just
think it's odd.  I don't know why."

"Yeah,
well, you should," Jeremy said.  He gave me a pointed stare, chomping on a
large helping of pancake.

"I don't
understand?"

"Did you
forget already?  That bookstore you dragged me into?  Where this all started? 
I doubt it's a coincidence she's going to get a book now.  Maybe she'll grab
one, but..."

"Oh..." 
I blinked.  Popping a bit of sliced strawberry in my mouth, I nibbled on it
absently.  "Right.  Do you think that's it?  I did wonder why they were in
that bookstore.  It's not really the type of place I'd expect to see anyone
like them."

"So rich
people can't go to a nice bookstore?" Asher asked, feigning indignation. 
"I don't recall either of you mentioning this to me, either.  What
happened, exactly?"

Jeremy and I
told him, piecing the story together.

"Yeah, and
then she drags me into an alley and kisses me.  I'm like, whoa!  Hold up there,
Jessika, but she just keeps on going at it.  I don't even know."

Asher narrowed
his eyes at me.  "Really now?"

Blushing, I
looked down at my plate and kept my eyes looking at anything except Asher. 
"Sorry," I mumbled.  "It seemed like a good idea at the time.  I
didn't want Beatrice or Solomon to notice us."

"Yeah,"
Jeremy said.  "Like in those spy movies, you know?  I guess that was it. 
It worked, but I didn't see Solomon or Beatrice, so who knows."

"You know,
you make it sound like I wanted to kiss you in an alley!" I said.

"I'm an
attractive guy.  Maybe you did?  I don't know."

"Jeremy,"
Asher said, calm and collected.  "Jessika and I have been... how should I
say..."

"Yeah,
yeah, you guys are going at it.  I'm no dummy, you know?  That's fine.  She's
nice and I like you, Asher."

"So why are
you going on about the kissing?" I asked.

"Well, it
happened!  What do you want me to do, lie about it?"

I harrumphed. 
"I guess not.  I don't know."

Asher chuckled. 
"It's fine.  I understand the situation.  I'm not upset.  It's more
amusing than anything.  You're really different, you know that?"

I glared at him.

"In a good
way!  A wonderful way.  I love it."  He reached over and took my hand in
his, squeezing my fingers.  "I really do, I love you.  Not even Jeremy and
his good looks can pull us apart."

"I don't
know, man," Jeremy said, tousling his hair.  "I'm pretty ridiculously
good looking.  I could give you a run for your money."

I looked at
Asher, daring a glance into his eyes.  He smiled and squeezed my hand again. 
"I didn't mean to kiss Jeremy," I said.  "I mean, I meant to,
but..."

"It's
fine," Asher said.

"Alright,
so now that this mushy crap is out of the way, can we figure out what's going
on?  What do you want to do?  Do we go to the bookstore?  Do you think that's
where she went?"  Having finished his breakfast, Jeremy chugged what was
left of his smoothie.

"Yes,"
Asher said.  "If neither of them are there, I'm sure the owner will be,
right?"  He looked to me for confirmation.