Billionaires, Bad Boys, and Alpha Males (106 page)

Red put his fingers up to his temples and
momentarily rubbed them, closing his eyes.
 
“Nicole, please tell me you’re not fucking serious.”

“I’m sorry, I should have told you right
away.”

He opened his eyes and stared at her with
unnerving coldness.
 
“Why the hell
didn’t you tell me?”

“Because, when you came home you were
upset and it scared me.
 
I didn’t
want to make things worse.”

“Great.
 
So you kept secrets instead.”

“I’m telling you now, aren’t I?”

“A little bit late for that.”
 
Red couldn’t even look at her now.
 
“Are you interested in him?”

“Interested in him?”

“Yes.
 
As in, do you want to fuck Kane Wright?”

“Don’t speak to me like that, Red.”
 

He shook his head.
 
“Well, what am I supposed to think?
 
How did he get your hotel room number?”

“It’s our room, Red. And he’s a very rich
man so I’m sure it’s not hard for him to pay someone off and find out what room
we’re staying in.”

“What the hell did you two discuss?”

“Lower your voice.
 
I’m serious.”

“I will not fucking lower my voice,
Nicole.
 
This is unbelievable.
 
Do you realize that you’ve gone behind
my back with my biggest enemy and kept it to yourself?”

Nicole felt the tears starting behind her
eyes.
 
This was a pattern with them,
a disturbing pattern that kept repeating.
 
She could sense Red growing more and more angry and knew she’d be unable
to stop him from going down this same track, like a train heading into a tunnel
with another train coming towards it.

“I’m sorry,” she said.
 
“But the conversation we had wasn’t
anything that hurt you in any way.
 
I didn’t reveal any personal secrets or tell him something that would upset
you.”

“I don’t want you speaking on the phone
with a man who’s trying to destroy my life, Nicole.
 
How can you not see that that was
wrong?”

“I was caught off guard.
 
I didn’t know what else to do, so I
listened to what he had to say.”

Red sat back in his seat, one thumb
rubbing his lower lip, the way he did when he was frustrated or hurt.
 
“So what did the two of you talk about?”

“He was telling me that you were making a
mistake by not coming to work for him.
 
He said that he’d once lost his business and that it changed
him—he warned me that if you lost your company it would be very bad for
your mental health.”

“Oh, that’s rich, coming from him,” Red
laughed.
 
“He’s the biggest
sociopath on the continent, but he’s worried about my mental health.
 
And you believed him, you actually
listened to him spouting that garbage?”

Nicole shook her head.
 
“Please don’t do this.”

“What else did he say?”

“He suggested that I should talk to you
about reconsidering his offer.”

“And that was all?”

“More or less.
 
It wasn’t a particularly warm, friendly
conversation, Red.”

“Could have fooled me,” he said,
bitterly.

“Don’t talk to me in that tone of voice,”
she said, her insides burning with fear and pain from what she knew was
coming.
 
“I don’t want us to fight.”

“And you think I do, Nicole?” Red
said.
 
“I’m not the one who got on
the phone with your biggest enemy and then planned to make you do something you
didn’t want to do.”

“I’ve apologized already,” she said.
 
“What more do you want from me?”

He stared out the window of the car.
 
“I don’t know.
 
I really don’t.”

The rest of the ride was silent.

Nicole was having horrible thoughts about
what might come next.
 
She pictured
Red sending her directly from the hotel to the airport, imagined herself alone
on the flight home from Germany.
 
She felt emptier than she’d felt in a long time.

Red was sitting as far away from her as
humanly possible.

Soon, the tears started, and she cried
completely silently, wiping them from her eyes as inconspicuously as
possible.
 

And then, as the hotel came in sight, Red
stretched his arm across the gap between them and his hand fell on her
hand.
 
He was warm and he gripped
her hand tightly, squeezing with reassurance.
 
“I’m sorry I yelled,” he said softly.

She turned and looked at him, still with
wet eyes.
 
“I’m sorry too.”

“I love you, Nicole.”

“I love you too.”
 
She tried to smile.

She could see the strain behind his eyes
and knew he hadn’t gotten past this completely, but she also knew he was trying
very hard.
 
Red licked his lips,
took a deep breath, and smiled.
 
“The good news is, we can go home.”

***

Later that night, Red was sitting on the
bed in his sweatpants and a white t-shirt, reading a book and relaxing.

Nicole came out of the bathroom wearing
garters, white lace panties, a white bra, and a pair of black stilettos.
 

He looked up from his book and his eyes
got wider and wider.
 
“What’s this
about?” he said.

She bent down to her luggage and found
the two scarves she’d brought along on the trip to surprise him.
 
She hadn’t been sure there would be a
time to use them, but here it was.
 
She tossed them on the bed.
 
“This is my way of saying sorry for earlier.”

For a moment, his expression grew pained,
as though her reminding him of what had transpired earlier was already more
than he could take.
 
But that
particular storm passed, and then he was smiling again.
 

“Someone’s gotten confident,” he said,
eyeing her.

She was already moist down there, and it
felt as though he knew how excited she was.
 
Everything was hot and raw in
anticipation of what was to come.
 
But Nicole didn’t know if she was allowed to start this type of game,
since Red had always been the one who decided when and where the play took
place.

“I’m confident that you’ll find an
appropriate way to punish me for my mistakes,” she said.

Red tossed his book aside and it landed
on the floor with a thud.
 
Then he
got up and took the two scarves—one red and one green—and held them
in hand as he approached her.
 

“Your confidence is well founded,
sweetheart.”
 
He took the one scarf
and wrapped it as a blindfold around over her eyes.
 
She felt it tied tightly against the
back of her head.
 

And then he bound her wrists in front of
her.

“Come with me,” Red commanded, leading
her by her tied wrists.
 
“Stop,” he
told her.
 
Then he positioned her so
that her elbows and forearms were against the wall and her head was touching
the wall as well.
 
Her back was
arched, ass sticking out, legs spread wide as she stood in her high heels.

“That’s beautiful,” Red admired.
 
“Your butt looks so perfect right
now.
 
Like it’s just waiting to be
spanked and reddened.”

Her entrance grew hot and wet as he
spoke.
 

“And you want to be spanked, don’t you?”
he said.

“Yes,” she admitted.

His hands caressed her buttocks now,
squeezing and lightly slapping her flesh.
 
The light taps on her butt caused the skin to tickle, and the tickle
spread to her warm pussy, which was so moist it was practically dripping.

“You still have a lot to learn, Nicole,”
Red told her, and then he slapped her ass with his hand.

“I want to learn from you, sir.”

“You’ve become disobedient and stubborn,”
he said.
 
“Isn’t that so?”

“Yes, sir.”

This time, the smack on her ass was a bit
harder.
 
It wasn’t painful exactly,
and Nicole had found that she truly enjoyed the pressure on her behind when he
spanked her.
 
Red seemed to know
exactly the right amount of force to exert for the sexiness to reach its peak.

He leaned in and pulled her hair, angling
her head backwards.
 
Then she felt
his lips on her ear.
 
“Are you all
mine?”

“Yes.
 
I’m your little slut,” she offered.

“What does my little slut do?”

“Anything you want.”

“Tell me something you’ll do right now.”

“Suck your big cock.
 
Put it in my mouth.”

“You forgot something important,
Nicole.
 
You forgot to call me
sir.”
 
And then his hand was
paddling her ass, quickly, back and forth from cheek to cheek as he tugged her
hair.

She moaned and cried out, wishing he
would touch her swollen mound of flesh.
 
It quivered and contracted as he smacked her behind over and over again.

Nicole was sweating now.
 
She wanted him so badly, wanted him to
touch her body, put his mouth and hands everywhere.
 
And she wanted to caress his
body—his arms, his chest and stomach.
 
More than anything, she wanted to put
his manhood in her mouth and pleasure him until he couldn’t take it anymore.

Finally, he stopped spanking her ass and
slowly rubbed it with one hand.
 
“Your butt is pink and hot to the touch now,” he whispered.
 
“Just as I like it.”

“Yes,” she moaned.

His hand strayed lower on her buttocks,
circling underneath to where her folds awaited his deft fingers.
 
He began slowly massaging her flesh,
gathering the juices that lay on the outside of her and then pushing two
fingers into the hole, slowly.

“I might come,” she moaned, unable to
hold out after so much stimulation.

“Do not come,” he said.
 
“I mean it, Nicole.
 
Don’t you dare come unless I tell you
to.”
 
He continued to penetrate her
with his fingers, and her breathing was rapid fire, her chest heaved.
 

Her pussy was twitching and contracting
as it started to climax, and she bit her lower lip, concentrated on not letting
herself finish just yet.

The sensation was almost like having to
sneeze and then not being able to.
 
It was positively maddening.

“Please, sir.
 
I need to come.”
 
Her legs shook and her hands, bound
together, clenched.
 

“No.
 
Don’t do it.”
 
He continued
pushing his thick fingers into her, going deeper.
 
“You’re almost ready to receive my cock,
now, my little slut.
 
Do you want
it?”

“God, yes,” she cried.

“But you won’t come until I say so.”

“I’ll try, sir.”

He yanked her hair.
 
“You’ll do as I say.”

“Yes sir.”

His fingers fucked her more quickly
now.
 
“You’re juices are pouring
out,” he marveled.
 
“I want to taste
you,” he said.
 
And then she heard
him licking his fingers.
 
“You taste
incredible,” Red told her.
 
“But I
need more.”

Suddenly his face was buried in her pussy
from behind, pushing her thong aside with his hands and tongue.
 
His lips were attached like a suction
cup to her flesh as his tongue circled around her slit, covering it in his spit
and plunging his tongue inside of her.

How could she not come with him doing
this?

Nicole squeezed her eyes shut, even
though she was already blindfolded.
 
She grit her teeth as her body positively screamed out for release.

Red was as enthusiastic about eating her
out as he’d ever been, and his ministrations were driving her crazy.
 
Every stroke of his tongue was enough to
send her over the edge and into a mindless orgasm, but she was not allowed.