DARK DESIRE (snowed in with the billionaire #2) (billionaire erotic romance) (3 page)

“Oh, Nathaniel…”

“All mine,” he growled as both his hands
came forward, moving to Stephanie’s backside.

He gripped her tight and pulled her forward.
When her knees touched the couch, she climbed the couch, a sexually
instinctive move, her body’s desperate urges taking over. She
spread her legs, her hands reaching for the back of the couch,
taking handfuls of the soft cloth, preparing herself for Nathaniel.
She was in his command and control as he lowered her down to
himself. When she felt the tip of Nathaniel touch her hole, she
cried out, a mix of moan and his name. It was then broken as
Nathaniel thrust up, entering Stephanie with a hard, erotic
thrust.

He was deep inside Stephanie, opening her in
ways her body and mind couldn’t handle. She tried to lift herself,
the pressure so intense, but she couldn’t move.

“No,” Nathaniel said.

With a fierce grip, he held Stephanie in
place, his hands slowly starting to massage her lower back, working
her into moving on him, grinding on him, allowing his thickness to
stretch her, allowing himself to feel depths in Stephanie that no
person had ever been to before.

Stephanie put her head down, staring at her
smooth body right down to her sex, watching as her lower body
almost convulsed, moving in jerky movements. They were intense but
the most pleasure she’d ever felt in her life.

Without so much as a single pump from
Nathaniel or lifting off him and coming back down, Stephanie found
herself coming. The orgasm was powerful. Stephanie was gasping,
moaning, losing her breath, finding it again so she could call
Nathaniel’s name, then lose it again. Her fingers dug into the
couch and when she lifted her head, she threw it back and cried out
again, wanting and needing Nathanial to thrust at her.

She needed him to fuck her.

It was that simple.

When Nathaniel finally took his hands from
her lower back, releasing his commanding grip, she sighed in a
hopeful relief that he would have her. That didn’t happen just yet
as he put his hands to Stephanie’s shoulders, taking handfuls of
her robe. He slid it down her body, slowly. Where the robe came
off, Stephanie felt the growing heat of the fire behind her and the
growing heat of Nathaniel in front of her. His mouth was at her
breasts, his eyes upon her body. His hands touched Stephanie’s
stomach for a second and then he cupped her breasts, holding her,
offering himself with a few pumps, starting their sex.

Stephanie groaned as she lifted her body,
feeling Nathaniel’s thickness pulling from her. It was just what
she needed. She came all the way up, taking herself from him. The
second they were apart felt like a lifetime to her body. A lifetime
of desperation. A lifetime of need. She would never do that
again…

Stephanie came back down with force, even
shocking Nathaniel. He grunted and squeezed at her breasts. She
froze for a second, waiting to see how Nathaniel wanted to use her
body.

“Go,” he whispered. “Go… bring me
Steph…”

Saying that unleashed something inside
Stephanie. The wild vixen came forward with a dancing fire behind
her. She leaned forward, forcing her breasts to Nathaniel’s face.
He moved his hands from Stephanie’s chest and around to her back.
His hands were flat, the subtle command allowing Stephanie to
become Steph and more importantly, the signal to bring Nathaniel to
a much needed orgasm.

The harder she thrust herself at Nathaniel,
the constant motion, up and down, the more she felt Nathaniel
wanting to finish. Everything was tight, his mouth savoring the
taste of her perky breasts. She felt his tongue flicker on her
skin, at her nipples, and even a few times, the graze of his teeth.
The more she cried for Nathaniel, the more he would thrust up at
her, at one point matching her speed and intensity so much that she
lost feeling in her legs for a few seconds, unable to move. That
didn’t stop Nathaniel as he had Steph.

Fucking her.

Needing her.

Loving her.

Stephanie’s back felt as though it was going
to melt. She looked over her shoulder twice to make sure that
somehow they didn’t get closer to the fire. They didn’t. Everything
around just kept getting hotter. The third time she thought about
looking over her shoulder she realized more light had been lost.
The fire was dying, at least behind her.

Inside Stephanie, the fire was alive and
well. Growing by the second, orgasmic pleasure coming and going in
strokes, with the motion of her body accepting and moving from
Nathaniel, feeling his rough thrusts when he offered them.

Finally, Stephanie spread her arms on the
back of the couch and started to move faster. She bounced on
Nathaniel, commanding the speed. His hands slowly worked their way
down to her ass again, gripping her tight, working her on him. When
she felt the tips of his fingers touch her pussy, along with his
shaft still moving in and out of her, it sent her over the edge
again for another intense orgasm. The tightening of her body made
it impossible for Nathaniel not to match her pleasure. His feet
were planted on the floor and he lifted himself, his mouth open,
groaning, his tongue tasting any part of Stephanie’s body he could
get to.

Stephanie cried his name again, still moving
on him, letting herself become Steph, bringing the sexy billionaire
to another explosive climax.

Nathaniel pulled Stephanie on him and held
her, just as the sex had started. Stephanie again tried to fight
his hold, wanting to fuck him, but she couldn’t. He was too strong
and she was too submissive. Her head was back, taking gasps of air
when she could manage, feeling Nathaniel filling her… with his
shaft, his orgasm, all of himself he could offer.

“Yes,” he moaned, thrusting up hard,
continuing to use Stephanie’s tender walls to release himself with.
“Yes, Steph, yes…”

When he finished, his hands loosened their
grip but Stephanie didn’t move. She lowered her head and found
Nathaniel staring at her. They remained in complete silence, the
only thing either one hearing was the sound of their own hearts
pounding in their chests.

Stephanie’s lips came together and parted as
though she had something to say. She probably did but the words
weren’t coming to her.

Nathaniel placed a hand to her face.
“Stephanie… that’s who I see now. I’ll have all your innocence
soon. I promise.”

He then reached down and lifted Stephanie’s
robe, slowly dressing her. That’s when he lifted Stephanie from
himself, letting out a sense of relief in Stephanie’s body that
made her shiver. Her head rested against the end of the couch and
she watched Nathaniel stand up, still naked. Her eyes memorized his
flaccid cock, the perfect muscles that made the man before her.

She closed her eyes, just once, to lock that
memory into place.

She wouldn’t open her eyes again for a very
long time.

(4)

Light.

The flicker of light.

Fire.

A very small flicker of light.

Too small to be a real fire.

Stephanie blinked to allow her eyes to
focus, to figure out where she was and what was going on. Her
muscles tensed when she saw the lit candle, on the stone around the
fireplace, but the fireplace itself dark and dead.

Where did the fire go?

What time is it?

She tried to shiver, thinking about how cold
it must be outside now. Darkness had settled in for hours and it
had to have been the middle of the night. No power, no heat, no
fire in the fireplace…
Where’s Nathaniel?

Stephanie sat up, holding herself with her
elbows. The candle obviously didn’t have the same lighting
capabilities as the roaring fire in the fireplace did, but she
could still see him.

Nathaniel Anders, Mr. Nate.

Seated in a chair next to the couch.

For a second, her heart melted, the
beautiful man hadn’t left her. He could have. He could have gone
upstairs to his room, alone. He could have carried Stephanie to her
room, alone. Instead, he sat in a chair.

When Nathaniel moved, leaning forward,
bringing his face into the small patch of light shone by the
candle, Stephanie sighed. Seeing his face, even with poor lighting,
was like seeing life and lust colliding together in one set of
eyes.

Stephanie took a deep breath and felt
comfortable.

Very comfortable.

Way too comfortable to be in a powerful Wolf
Top Lodge in the middle of a vicious snowstorm. Stephanie was warm,
almost too warm, as she hugged her robe, thankful it helped her
when she needed it right now. But then realized her hands were
warm. Before when the blackout chill started to settle in, it stung
her fingers to bend them, her bones aching in the cold. Now, her
fingers were fine. Her hair dry. Her face warm. Even her feet, not
covered by the robe, pressing against the other end of the couch,
were warm too. The air around her felt warm.

“It’s comfortable in here,” she whispered.
“Is the power back on?”

“So you would diversify?”

The question caught Stephanie off guard. She
pushed herself up more, her body feeling tired, used, but still
good.
Very good.
Nathaniel sat with his iron like face and
Stephanie enjoyed it. Looking at him made her think about all they
had done. It made her think of all they were going to do too…

“Take money and spread it out, that’s the
plan?”

“Nathaniel…”

“Your email from last Thursday. You clearly
indicated your position with our new account, correct?”

Stephanie froze. Reality settled back in
with an elbow to her stomach.

Nathaniel was questioning her about
work.

It occurred to her that maybe all company
emails were automatically sent to Nathaniel, or maybe it was just
hers.

“I was approached by Steve, he asked my
opinion…”

“You waited to reply in email?”

“Yes.”

“Email implies weakness to me.”

“I wanted record of it,” Stephanie said.
“Just in case… I want my words to be mine.”

“My, you’re desperate for a position, aren’t
you?”

Stephanie felt her body tingle. She nodded.
She was desperate for any position, with Nathaniel. Both in and out
of his massive company.

“I need someone who can control themselves,”
Nathaniel said. “Someone of power who can speak, provide action,
and make decisions. Not write emails.”

“I can,” Stephanie said.

It was suddenly very different than two
people sitting in robes in the middle of the night, talking. Sexual
thoughts still flooded her mind and she slowly watched Nathaniel
rise up, looking like a giant in front of her.

“You can’t and I wouldn’t allow it,”
Nathaniel said. “My sweet Stephanie is submissive and my sexy Steph
is a vixen when she’s naked. That’s what I command.”

Nathaniel walked to the candle and picked it
up. Shadows moved with him as he moved back towards Stephanie. He
came down to one knee and in a silly romantic attempt at living out
the complete fantasy, Stephanie imagined Nathaniel proposing to
her… a stern proposal, more of a command for marriage, but then it
would end with Nathaniel having her body, again, the way he wanted
it.

Instead, Nathaniel put the candle on a small
table next to the couch and a hand on Stephanie’s face.

“Sometimes we just have to deal with
reality,” he whispered. “And the reality of our position. You need
to understand who you are, why you’re here, and what I’m doing with
you.”

Nathaniel’s hand ran down Stephanie’s cheek
to her robe. He followed the line down, reaching Stephanie’s
breasts, and he pulled the robe open. Stephanie watched her creamy
breast become exposed for Nathaniel’s liking and she moaned
quietly. Her heart pounded again and her breathing already started
to go wild. Nathaniel’s hand continued down, opening her robe just
on the one side. When his fingertips touched her hip, his thumb
running back and forth on her hipbone, it was almost like touching
her sensitive clitoris. The effect was intense, her body becoming
enraged with need for Nathaniel. His hand moved into Stephanie’s
robe and followed her sexy body back up until he came to her
breast. Gently, he cupped her, his thumb flicking her erect nipple.
He groaned, staring at her, his mouth slightly parted, his breath
hitting her nipple, making it throb.

Stephanie inhaled deeply and closed her eyes
for a second. Between her legs, the moisture returned, her slit
peeling itself back open, wanting more of Nathaniel.

As he came forward, his lips grazed her
nipple. Stephanie gripped at the couch again, looking around the
mostly dark first floor of the lodge. She had no idea what time it
was other than it was dark outside. Gusts of wind still hit the
windows but it didn’t sound quite as hard as before. Nathaniel’s
tongue came forward and circled Stephanie’s nipple, teasing her to
point where she couldn’t take it. She whimpered and thrust herself,
needing release.

Nathaniel kissed up Stephanie’s body to her
neck and then stopped.

“This is what you’re made for,” he
whispered. “To be mine. All mine… my Steph, my Stephanie…”

Nathaniel came up and looked into
Stephanie’s eyes. Without blinking, he reached and found the
candle. He brought it near his face and Stephanie looked at it just
in time to see droplets of wax running down the candle. It made her
think of sweat. Of sex. Of lust.
Nathaniel
.

“All mine,” he repeated again.

With one soft blow, the flame of the candle
disappeared, along with what little light had been in the living
area. The thick, blanketing darkness was present again, leaving
Stephanie’s eyes hurting, unable to see a thing.

But she could feel, as Nathaniel had told
her before.

And she could feel his tongue, again, as it
flicked her neck and started to move down.