His: A Claimed by the Billionaire novella (5 page)

I snapped my head up. “But—“

“Remember our agreement, Allison. You agreed
to do whatever I wanted.”

“But a child. I can’t—“

“Anything.” He shoved me down onto my back.
Panicking, I squirmed and writhed, trying to get away. He grabbed
my wrists and pinned them to the bed, up over my head. “Anything,
Allison.”

“But you never said anything about a child.
I’m too young--”

“Sshhh.” He gathered both of my wrists into
one hand. Then, with the free one, he ran the tip of his forefinger
down the center of my chest, from the hollow of my throat down
between my breasts. Down it went, down my stomach, around my
bellybutton. Down further, over my mound…

Between my folds.

It flicked softly over my clit, and I writhed
beneath him. No longer was I afraid. No longer was I thinking about
what might happen after he took me. All I cared about was the
aching emptiness that had to be filled.

“Please,” I murmured.

He jammed his finger inside my cunt, and the
walls clamped around it as it fucked me, gliding in and out, in and
out.

“Please, what? Are you begging for me?” he
asked.

“Yes.”

He eased my thighs apart with his hand, and I
didn’t fight him. I wanted this. I needed it. I had to have it--his
cock, buried deep inside me, stroking away this horrible aching
need. “Beg me again,” he demanded, settling his hips between my
thighs. Taking his cock in his hand, he dragged it up and down
along my slit, covering it in my hot cream.

“Please, sir. Please take me.”

He placed the tip at my entry, and I froze in
place. My breath caught in my throat. Oh God, this was it. Oh
God.

“Again,” he said.

“Please.”

Pain.

White hot.

Breath-stealing.

He entered me in one sharp thrust and buried
himself deep. I squirmed, feeling as if I had been torn in two. I
was so full. Uncomfortably full. It hurt. Tears streamed from my
eyes.

He withdrew then slammed in again, before my
body had stretched to accommodate his girth. It hurt. I cried out,
“Stop, please.” But he slammed into me, over and over, his body
possessing mine, claiming it. He released my arms, so I planted my
hands on his chest and pushed, curling my fingers into claws and
raking them down his torso. But he didn’t stop. He fucked me hard.
He fucked me fast. He fucked me like an animal until something
strange happened, and my body started to respond, and the pain
gradually changed into pleasure. Now I didn’t feel as if I was
being torn in two. I didn’t want him to stop; I wanted him to fuck
me more, faster, harder. His cock fit me perfectly, stroking deep
inside where I needed his touch the most. I spread my legs wider,
taking him deeper.

So good.

“Yes!” I shouted. He felt as if his cock was
getting bigger, wider. And I loved it, even though he was fucking
me like a jackhammer, my body bouncing on the bed. The sound of
skin slapping skin could probably be heard through the whole house.
And my moans and groans and whimpers filled the room. He was
drilling me roughly, and oh, God did it feel good.

I was tingling everywhere, on the verge of
orgasm. My breath caught in my throat. My pussy clenched around his
rod. I was going to come.

“Ohhhhh,” I said.

He yanked out. “No, dammit.”

What?

I clapped my legs shut.

He grabbed my shoulder and shoved me,
flipping me over on my belly. “Ass up, Allison.”

Ah, he was just looking for a change in
position. I was good with that. As I raised my ass up, warm juices
dripped down the inside of my thighs. He grabbed my hips and shoved
his cock into me. Ah, it was heaven.

As he took me hard and fast, he growled out,
“I told you, you may not come until I tell you.”

“Okay.” I grabbed a pillow and pulled it to
me, hugging it to my chest. My pussy was so full. And his long,
deep strokes felt so good tears were streaming from my eyes. So
this was what sex was like, or rather what it should be like. Hard,
hot bodies slamming together, a primitive dance of vulnerability
and control. A strong, powerful male taking a soft woman. Claiming
her body as his, leaving his mark.

My inner muscles clenched, intensifying the
pleasure. My entry was raw and burning, but I didn’t care. Those
strokes were just right. My body was burning, tightening.

I wanted to come. I was ready.

“Please,” I whispered.

“Not yet.” His voice was low but sharp. A
warning. His fingertips dug into my fleshy hips. With each forward
stroke, I felt my hips and ass ripple from the impact of our
bodies. “Damn. So good.” His fingers dug in deeper. The sensation
was both pleasurable and painful. I liked it and I didn’t.

Another wave of heat slammed through me. I
was going to come. I reached between my legs and flicked my index
finger over my clit. Instantly my inner walls clamped tight like a
fist around him.

“Damn. Oh yes. I love how that pussy holds
me. Do it again.”

I rubbed my clit again, and once more my
pussy tightened around him.

“Yes.” He fucked me so hard my jaw was
snapping. I arched my back to raise my ass and deepen his strokes.
My finger danced over my clit now, producing giant waves of
pleasure crashing through me. I was coming. He couldn’t stop me. He
wouldn’t.

“Now,” he said. “Come now.”

My body was all too happy to do as he
demanded. My orgasm ripped through me like a tsunami. Unbearable
heat blazed up and down my body. I screamed as he pumped his come
inside my clenching canal, filling my pussy. And my pussy spasmed,
moving it deeper, to my womb.

I was too wrapped up in the ecstasy to think
about what that meant until…until all the spasms had faded into
little twitches and my gasping had slowed to deep sighs.

He was bent over me, his chest resting on my
back, his head on my shoulder. His sweet breath warmed my neck. His
skin was slick with sweat. Mine was too.

Then, my head cleared.

He had said he was going to make me pregnant.
Pregnant!

Panicking, I tried to sit up, but he held me
in place, head down, ass up. “No, Allison. Don’t move.”

“But I’m not ready for a baby.” This was
exactly what I’d been afraid of. Now I was facing my worst fear, of
being a single girl, pregnant and alone. People would stare and
point and judge.

“I told you I wanted a child.”

“But you didn’t say you wanted one now.”
Tears streamed from my eyes. I was scared. Still positioned on my
knees, my ass sticking up in the air, I clutched the pillow to my
chest and buried my face to hide my shame.

“You agreed to do anything, Allison.”

“I thought you just wanted sex.”

Had my mom known he wanted a child? Had she
realized how huge of a commitment I had made in agreeing to have
sex with this man?

I had just given Ryan Sharpe my innocence,
but that wasn’t enough for him. He wanted more. He wanted my egg.
My womb. The next nine months. And who knew how much more.

Whether I was ready or not, I had no only
been claimed by a billionaire, a prince of an industry, but I was
also being bred.

Bought
and
bred by a billionaire.

It wasn’t exactly the fairytale I’d dreamt
of.

“Close your eyes, Allison. Sleep.” He pushed
on my back, easing me down on my stomach. “Don’t move. Don’t get
up. I want my come to stay in you for a long time. Tomorrow, we’ll
do this again. And the next day. And the day after that. Until your
belly is swelling with my child. You can’t stop me. You can’t
escape. You won’t want to. Because even when you’re carrying my
son, I’ll still fuck you. Hard. Just like you like it. You’re mine,
Allison. Mine.”

But then again, who was to say this story
wouldn’t have a fairytale ending?

The End

Turn the page to enjoy a sneak preview of
Kami Kayne’s popular novella, YES, DADDY.

An Excerpt From YES, DADDY

Copyright © KAMI KAYNE, 2012

All Rights Reserved

I was on the verge of losing control. I
wanted Daddy to touch me. More. Everywhere. All over. I wanted him
to kiss me. But more than anything, I wanted him to stroke away the
ache pounding between my legs.

“Please?” I murmured, eyes closed, head
tipped to the side as he nipped my earlobe.

“Please what?” His tongue flicked around the
whorl of my ear. He sucked my earlobe into the heat of his mouth.
And I whimpered.

“Please. I ache.”

“Where do you ache, baby?” he asked.

“Everywhere.”

His gloved hand slid beneath my coat,
settling over my breast. A little blade of sensation burned through
my body. “Here?”

“Yes, there.”

“Where else?” His hand slid down, lower,
lower. He leaned back a little then eased it into the waist of my
snow pants.

I felt every miniscule nerve in my skin erupt
as it gradually descended. When he finally cupped the juncture of
my thighs, I had my eyes clamped shut, my head thrown back, and I
was shaking all over.

“Here?” he asked.

“Yes. Oh, yes.”

“You’re very warm.”

“Too warm.”

“Good.” He removed his hand and I bit back a
cry of disappointment.

“Why?” I said, dragging in a huge gulp of
air.

He smiled. It was a devious smile that made
my heart jerk in my chest. “You’re not ready yet. But soon.”

I swear I almost cried. How could he tease me
like that? What did he mean, not ready yet? I was hurt and confused
and a little ashamed. I scrambled to act like nothing had happened.
Tried to steady my breathing and my quaking body.

He shook his head. “You can’t hide it. I
don’t want you to. You look so pretty when you’re burning for me.
So sexy.”

My inner walls squeezed around aching
emptiness. That was what I wanted. That was what I needed. A touch
there
. A stroke. Deep inside. I had no idea what it would
feel like, but I just knew that was what my body was screaming for.
“I’m--“

“Listen to me.” He caught my chin in his hand
again. “I stopped now because I had to. I want to give you time to
think about it, to decide if you’re really ready to take the next
step. Next time--if there is one--I won’t stop. I won’t be able to.
Do you understand?”

I nodded.

“Don’t doubt for a minute that I want you. I
do. With every cell in my body. I want to taste you. Everywhere. I
want to suck your nipples until you lose control. And I want to
shove my cock into your tight little pussy until you scream. But I
won’t do a thing until you tell me to.”

Kami Kayne is the pen name of a bestselling,
award-winning fiction author. Her books are always sexy, but the
themes often straddle the (sometimes) hazy line between mainstream
and pushing-the-boundaries taboo erotica. When she's not penning
her next dirty story, Kami enjoys quilting, laughing at the latest
episode of The Big Bang Theory, or playing the role of soccer mom.
If only the other moms knew...