The Billionaire's Ultimatum: His Absolute Need (A BDSM Erotic Romance Novel) (Book One) (8 page)

The first floor,
the door we entered through, was a large, wide open living room-styled area. 
The walls were close to nonexistent(at least in a typical sense), with windows
that went from floor to ceiling, save for a few scant inches of actual solid
wall at the very tops and bottoms.  In front of us, built into the only regular
wall, was a fireplace.  Unlit now, but upon seeing me staring at it, Asher
flicked a switch on the wall and the hearth flared to life.  Gas-powered flames
roared up out of a heap of faux-logs, dancing back and forth behind shaded
glass.

In front of the
hearth was a sofa.  Or, somewhat of a sofa.  I had a couch back at my
apartment, but this thing was about four times as big.  It curled into a "U"
shape at the ends, making the middle of the living room into more of an
intimate gathering place for a small group of people.  Then the kitchen, to the
sides, with a small dining area past that.  And stairs, of course, that must
lead to bedrooms on the second floor, but would we go that far?

Could we go that
far?  I really wanted to know how to arrive at that answer.

Before I knew
what was going on, Asher picked me up.  He held me in his arms, one hand behind
my shoulders with the other under the crook of my knees, and carried me towards
his sofa.  Dropping me onto it, he held up a finger and told me to wait.

"I'll be
right back," he said.  "I'm going to get my camera."

I nodded,
dumbstruck, staring at him, open-mouthed.  When he left, I continued staring,
but managed to turn my attention towards the fireplace.

We weren't in
the city anymore.  I could tell as much by looking through the glass walls. 
Asher's guest house had a magnificent view, with a hill sloping downwards and
the clear horizon directly in front of me.  Looking lower towards the bottom of
the hill, I saw the city in the distance.  Not too far, but far enough to look
small.  I lived there, I knew, but from this vantage point it looked like an
entirely different place.  Unrecognizable.  It wasn't late enough for it, not
yet, but with sun crawling downwards from its peak, in a few more hours, if I
stayed here until then, I imagined I'd have the most beautiful view of the
sunset.

Asher returned
with his camera, holding it up for me to see.  It was a newer model, but that
was all I knew from looking at it.  Fancy, probably, because I doubted he would
spare any cost on something he enjoyed.  If I could afford to, I'd do the
same.  I'd buy books, a huge library, sit in there for hours at a time, reading. 
Curling into a chair while wearing a bathrobe and sipping at a cup of hot
cocoa, and...

"Shall we
get started?" Asher asked.

I turned shy
again.  I'd just modeled for him in his car, sort of, and now I didn't know how
to do it.  I technically knew, of course, but now he was actually going to snap
pictures, so it wasn't at all the same.  I tried explaining that to him.

"I don't
know how," I said, my voice timid.

Asher smiled at
me.  "Just do exactly as I say," he said.

I nodded,
scared.  I would do this.

"Lean back
on the sofa," he said.  "Put your elbows down so you're resting on
them.  Lift both your legs and rest them on the back of the sofa."

I did as he
asked, but I didn't think this was sexy.  I wasn't doing it right, I knew that,
but I also didn't know how to do it right, either.

Asher stepped
forward.  He showed me where to put my elbows, and he ran his fingers along my
chest towards my stomach.  He meant to show me how he wanted my body to curve,
I thought, but his touch distracted me.  Moving one of my feet, he set it close
to where I'd originally rested it on the sofa's back, but he bent my other leg
so my knee was closer to my stomach, albeit a foot or so higher.  As a
finishing touch, he placed his hand on my chin and made me face him.

"Give me
your sexiest look," he said.  Before I could complain, he added,
"Don't think about it, Jessika.  Close your eyes, look down, part your
lips.  Think of something.  It can be anything, but think of something that
makes you smolder inside."

I did it.  I
closed my eyes and parted my lips and let my mind wander.  I thought of him and
his office and his private meeting room table.  I thought of his fingers
slipping inside me, so smooth and easy, and my body melting as he manipulated
me with his hands.  I thought of the restaurant, The Simple Path, and his foot
pressing against my panty-covered crotch, teasing my arousal-slick folds.  The
car, his lap, my body grinding and pressing against him, wanting him.

Click.  Click. 
Click.

He took
pictures, but I was so far out of it and lost in my imagination that I didn't
realize it at first.  I leaned back, moving my elbows, but still the camera
clicked away.  Different spots, different angles.  Asher moved my feet
downwards onto the couch and I spread them slightly.  He came in closer, took
pictures of different areas, at different angles, but I kept my eyes closed the
entire time.

"Wonderful,"
he said.  "You're beautiful, Jessika."

He moved my
hands towards my panties, placing my fingers along the sides of my pubis,
underneath the fabric of my underwear.  Click.  Click.  With my eyes still
closed, because I wanted to keep them that way, he asked me to stand and do
more poses for him.  My thumb pulled at the side of my panties waistband in
some provocative display of near removal, and he captured pictures of that,
too.  From the front, and behind, the sides.

He led me
towards the fire, then had me sit on the plush, shaggy rug in front of it.  I
opened my eyes then, looking at him.

"Am I
really sexy?" I asked him.

"Yes,"
he said sincerely.  "You are."

I laid down on
the rug, feeling calm and more relaxed.  Staring at him, I posed of my own
accord now.  I bent my knees up and spread my legs and he took pictures of my
stomach and my crotch and my breasts.  I tugged at my panties, moving them to
make the pictures more erotic and teasing.  He took pictures of everything I
did.

And then I
pulled my panties more, lifting my rear and slipping them up my legs, to my
knees, and then down.  I let the image of my bare pussy sink in, noting the
clicks of the camera becoming less and less, more sporadic.  I kicked away my
underwear, watching it land at the side of the hearth.

"Jessika..."
he said.  "We can't..."

"Shh." 
I didn't want to ruin this, but I needed it so badly.  "Keep taking
pictures."

He waited,
paused, and then continued.  I spread my lower lips with my fingers and he
clicked away with the camera.  I doubted he had this in mind when we started,
and I knew I sure didn't, but it seemed so right.  He moved closer, closer.

"You're so
sexy," he said.  "Yes, like that.  That's wonderful.  Amazing."

While he
captured my lower body in his erotic pictures, I kicked off my high heels and
undid my bra, tossing it as close to my panties as possible.  The rest of my
clothes lay in a forgotten pile on his sofa.

He moved closer,
then closer.  I inched towards him, slowly, careful.  As he took pictures of my
calves and feet, I lifted my upper body off the floor and reached for his
pants.  He stopped taking pictures then.

He nearly
dropped the camera, but caught it before he did and then placed it on the floor
next to him.  Grabbing my hands away from his pants, he stared at me.  "We
can't," he said.

"I don't
want to," I said simply.  "I want you to take pictures."

Asher furrowed
his brow, confused.  "I don't understand."

"Let me
show you?"  I pleaded with him with my eyes.

He hesitated,
then said, "Alright."

He watched me
carefully as I unbuckled his belt and pulled it away.  Next I unbuttoned his
pants and unzipped them.  Asher stared, carefully, as if I were teaching him
some new form of photography.  The final step was inside his boxers.  I snaked
my hand through the front of his underwear and pulled out his manhood.  He
stayed there, on his knees, completely still.

When I freed him
from his boxers, he was fully erect.  His shaft bobbed up and down in front of
me, thick and long and wonderfully delicious looking.  I wanted him so very
very much, and yet I didn't know what to say to make him mine.  I just hoped
that maybe I could convince him to want to make me his instead.  It seemed
easier that way.

"Closer,"
I said.  "Right here."  I spread my legs wide apart and patted a spot
on the rug between them.

Asher moved
forwards, slow and steady.  "Jessika..."

"Don't
forget the camera," I added.

Confused and
cautious, he picked up the camera while inching towards me.

When he was
close enough, I carefully touched the sides of his cock with my fingers.  I
lifted my lower body up with my legs and guided him towards my slick folds.  He
started to back away.  "No," I said, more calmly than I felt. 
"Watch.  Just look."

That convinced
him somehow.  I don't know how or why, but he stopped moving away.  I angled
him towards me, his erection pressing against my slit, and inched closer to him
so that he barely penetrated me.

The
contradictions flaring through my brain were impossibly difficult to deal
with.  I wanted to sheath him inside me, press him all the way in, but I knew
if I did this would end faster than it started.  Instead, forcing myself to
endure this erotic teasing, I looked at him and nodded.

"Take
pictures," I said.  "Is it a nice shot?"

Asher
swallowed.  He looked as if his throat were suddenly dry and he wanted to get
up and get a glass of water, but he didn't move away from me.  Camera in hand,
he aimed it downwards towards where he and I connected.  Click.

He moved to
different angles, up, down, a bit to the side.  Click.  Click.  Click.

"These are
very sexy pictures," he said.  "Hold still.  Don't move."

I wouldn't have
moved, but he didn't give me a chance not to, either.  Thrusting forward, only
an inch or so, he buried a little more of his shaft inside me.  I gasped and my
hips bucked as I accepted him in me.  Click.  Click.  Click.

He held the
camera in one hand now, inched forward more.  His cock slid into me,
tantalizingly slow.  Further.  Click.  In.  Click.

He was fully in
me now, all of the way.  Click.  I'd closed my eyes and I hadn't heard a click
in awhile.  My inner walls clenched against his throbbing erection, squeezing
him hard, but I tried to lay there, calm and professional.

I opened my eyes
and looked up.  Asher loomed over me, still wearing his shirt.  His pants were
undone only enough to unleash his cock, but with that inside me, invisible to
the outside eye, he looked fully clothed.  I, on the other hand, wore nothing.

I looked at him
and he looked at me.  Something was missing, and it took me awhile to figure
out what.  The camera; he'd placed it off to the side.  He stared at me for a
moment after my realization, and then he began.

His hips rolled
back as he moved his erection out of me.  I thought this was it, he was done
and we would cease our illicit coupling immediately, but then he pressed back
in.  Watching me the entire time, looking for a reaction, when I didn't complain
or say anything, Asher took it a step further.

He moved out
faster this time, then back in.  Out, then in.  After a few goes at it, he
thrust into me hard, pressing me roughly against the carpet.

I wrapped my
arms around his back and my legs around his waist, pulling him further into
me.  "Asher," I whispered into his ear.  "Asher, I want
you."

"Jessika,
we can't do this," he said, almost a growl.  Despite his words, he slammed
his cock hard into me.  "This isn't right."

"No,"
I said.  "I know.  We won't.  Just a little more and we'll stop."

He stuffed
himself into me and ground his cock inside me, rolling his hips.  I squeezed
him hard, with my arms and my pussy, and lifted my head to kiss his throat.

Asher closed his
eyes and thrust into me again and again.  He refused to look at me, wouldn't
open his eyes, but wouldn't stop moving his hips either, taking me roughly on
the floor.

"Asher,"
I said.  It felt so good, I wanted him so badly, and yet I couldn't stand him
not looking at me.  "Am I not sexy?  Please, I'm sorry."

His eyes snapped
open.  He stared at me hard.  Up close, so close, I thought I could almost see
thunderclouds in his sky blue eyes.

"Jessika,"
he said.  "Stay still.  Don't move."

I didn't
understand at first, but I tried not to move.  It was impossible, though.  I
bit my lower lip as he slammed hard into me, sliding me a few inches across the
carpet.

"Jessika,
I'm trying to take your picture," he said through gritted teeth.  "I
need you to keep your pose."

"Yes,"
I said, a lusty gasp.  "Yes, I'm trying.  Take my picture."

"This is so
sexy," he said.  "You're so sexy."

"I love
you," I said, barely a whisper.  I didn't mean to, and I didn't know what
I was thinking, but I said it.

Asher went
wild.  If he heard me, I didn't know, but whatever had come over him made him
crazy.  He crashed into me, his cock slamming hard and fast into my pussy.  I
squeezed against him, unable to stop myself, feeling him bringing me closer and
closer to climax.  The fabric of his shirt bunched up and grazed against my
stomach and my clit with each of his thrusts, exciting me even more.  He
grabbed my waist and held me tight, pulling my body towards him as he pushed
into me.

My orgasm
overtook me and I screamed out loud.  Writhing and squirming beneath him, I wriggled
on the rug, feeling the shaggy texture of it, warm against my back, while
Asher's hot, clothed body heated me in the front.  My breasts bounced as I
climaxed hard on his cock and my body tensed, muscles squeezing, squeezing.  I
grabbed him with my hands and my back arched, stomach taut, my legs pulling at
his lower body.  My pussy clenched like a smooth, velvet vice around his cock.