His Absolute Domination: The Billionaire's Paradigm (#5) (A BDSM Erotic Romance) (The Billionaire's Ultimatum, Book Two) (16 page)

This wasn't a little
death, not by any means.
Petite
mort
? No, not at all. This was some grand
event, pronounced and open only by invitation, but Lucent and I
both had VIP passes.

My body, inside of me, attempted to
clench onto him in desperate release, but the slickness of the oil
prevented it. My orgasm grew, heavier and powerful, and Lucent
continued his insistent exploitation of my core. Even worse, he
decided it was a good idea to toy with my clit with one hand while
he held my thigh with the other and pounded into me.

This was all... a lot. I couldn't
think of any way to define it besides that. Sex multiplied by five,
squared, then cubed. Slippery and slick, constant, intense and... a
lot.

I orgasmed again, and again. And more.
I had never had multiple orgasms like this before, and I always
felt jealous of those who could, but apparently Lucent knew how to
release that hidden restraint inside of me. As easily, I thought,
as if he'd undone the clip of a leather cuff and set me free. I
closed my eyes and became pure pleasure and thought of nothing
except him and I coupling, climax overtaking me over and
over.

...

Lucent and I had left Sam's Carousel
club a little before two in the morning. We must have arrived at
his apartment at about two, but I didn't remember checking the time
then. I was too excited to see his home.

I had no idea what time it was now,
nor if time existed anymore. Maybe everyone in the world had
decided to do away with it while Lucent and I made love excessively
on the cushioned table in his candle room. This, I thought, was a
good room, and maybe I should stay here forever.

We weren't having sex anymore, but
that was fine with me. I lay there, gazing upwards, seeing myself
in the mirror, nigh oblivious to everything else. I saw Lucent,
too, and he looked happy. I thought I must be glowing, because
everything seemed brighter all of a sudden. My body felt wonderful
and light like an airy gust of wind.

Lucent had filled me with his own
orgasm while sating me with more than a few of mine. Then he
cleaned me with a towel while I lay there, smiling like an idiot.
Well, maybe I was an idiot, I thought, but what of it? Lucent
accepted me and he treated me nicely and he saved me.

He also poured hot, melted wax all
across my body and brought me to the brink of agony before
delivering me into a triumph of consummate ecstasy. Lucent was very
good at these sorts of things. A thought occurred to me and I
panicked.

Before I knew it, he had me cradled in
his arms and was carrying me out of the room.

Anxious, worried, I looked up at him.
"Lucent, do you do this often? I mean, do you do it with anyone
else, too?"

He leaned down and kissed my forehead.
"Miss Tanner, I told you this already. I don't believe in partial
relationships. I don't partake in casual sex, nor do I do things
merely for the fun of it."

"Oh," I said. "What does that
mean?"

"What does that mean with you, you
mean?"

I nodded. "Yes."

He brought me to the door and I opened
it for us, unthinking. He smiled at me and nodded his thanks, then
carried me into the hallway of his skyrise apartment.

"I don't know," he said, shrugging and
lifting me up slightly.

"What do you mean you don't know? You
need to know. You can't not know."

"I don't think this is a good idea,"
he said.

"Oh." I didn't really like that
answer.

"I want it to be a good idea,
though."

This was a better answer, I thought.
"I liked the wax."

"Did you? You look thoroughly
fatigued."

"I do?" I grinned, sleepy. I felt a
little tired, too. Tired, but awake. I wanted to cuddle with him
and talk, and lay in bed or in front of a fireplace on a pallet in
the library. With snow surrounding us. Just us. Alone.

"I'm taking you to my bed," he
informed me, sounding as if he refused to accept
dissent.

"Alright," I said.

"You smell beautiful," he said. "I
appreciate your choice in candle scents."

"You have really nice candles," I
added. "Those are soy? They smell better."

"Soy, yes." He nodded and we wandered
down his hallway towards, I assumed, his bedroom. He hadn't
bothered to turn the lights on and we traveled softly through the
darkness. "I have them custom made by a small candlemaking company
in Minnesota. They're quite accommodating."

"Oh," I said. "What's your favorite
scent for a candle?"

"Currently, I believe it might be
lilac," he said with a rakish grin. "Previously I enjoyed pumpkin
and spice, though."

"We should use pumpkin candles
tomorrow," I said, nodding.

Lucent laughed. "Maybe. Maybe not.
We'll see."

I was sleepy, and maybe not thinking
well, but the next words just came blurting out of my mouth. "Can
we go on a date, Lucent? You said in the library you'd think about
asking me out on one once we got out and I know you wanted me to go
away but I don't want to go away and I would like it if you asked
me on a date."

He stopped in the hallway and stared
at me. I couldn't see much of him, except a faint shadow of his
face provided to me by the glimmer of the moon and stars from a
nearby window. He shook his head and grinned, amazed. "You want me
to ask you on a date?"

"Yes, I would like it."

"I'll consider it, Miss Tanner. I
think I might. Let's go to sleep for now, though."

"You'll sleep with me?" I
asked.

"I am going to put you in my bed and I
am going to get in right beside you, yes."

"Can we cuddle?"

"Yes."

"Can we talk?"

"For a little while, and then we need
to sleep."

"Sometimes I talk in my sleep," I
said. "If I do, will you answer me still?"

He snorted out a chuckle. "You're very
difficult, did you know that?"

"I know," I said. "But you like me
still."

"I do," he agreed. "Yes."

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A Note from Cerys

This one was a lot. It took a lot of
time, it ended up being a lot longer, and I think it's a lot better
because of it. There were some really difficult scenes to write in
this one, but I think that's what makes it that tiny bit better
than some other things. Most particularly, I had a really hard time
writing the scene involving Cole. Maybe it's a bit silly, but I get
very attached to my own characters, and while I think bad things
happening sometimes is good and necessary, it's kind of hard to
deal with. They're kind of like children or friends in that way; we
always want the best for them.

Besides that, I'm proud to
announce that this is my 50
^th
e-book! When I started
this, it seemed like gaining any traction and doing better and
becoming "real" was impossible. I know some other authors who do
very well, with lots of great e-books, and fans, and everything,
but I didn't know if that was possible for me. It's silly(again,
more silliness), but sometimes it doesn't feel real.

You're real, though, and you're
reading this right now, and I just want to say thanks. You've made
this real for me, and without you none of this would be possible
for me. I always try to make my stories the best that I can for all
of you, and I really hope you enjoy them. I put a little piece of
me in all of them, and it's a little hard to open up like that, but
I think it makes my stories more special than otherwise.

Anyways! The way things are going, I'm
hoping to finish up The Billionaire's Paradigm series with seven or
eight e-books total. I believe I can finish everything up fine with
seven, but I think I might do an eighth as a kind of "closing"
book, you know? Would anyone like that? I don't want to give away
any of what's going to happen, but I like the idea of the
characters having some time to have fun at the end. It's not really
important, I guess, but I think it's nice to do that. Also, I'm
going to miss them and be sad that I'm finished. If you think it's
a neat idea, or a bad idea, or whatever idea, I'd love to hear your
thoughts and you can email me any time.

I hope you enjoyed this
longer, 50
^th
e-book special thing! I've actually been trending
towards writing things longer for awhile now, but this one was... a
lot... yeah. It might only take four or five hours to read the
entire thing(if you're fast), but it took me close to twenty times
that to make it what it was. I loved every second of it, though,
and I hope you love it, too.

If you did, I'd love if you rated and
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you have any questions, comments, or concerns, you're always
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Sample (Sweet)

Please enjoy this sample
from the historical BDSM erotic romance novelette, "Dominant
Dreams," by Cerys du Lys

"Good evening, Nina," the man said.

"How do you know my name?" she asked.

"How would I not?" he said with a smirk.
"This is a dream and I am the master of dreams."

Her breath caught and she inhaled quickly.
"An incubus," she said.

"Exactly that. Though I'd prefer you call me
Gideon."

"I can't," she said without thinking.

"And why is that?" Gideon asked.

Nina didn't know. She'd read something about
demons in the books her tutors had given her, but there wasn't much
information. Still, she knew that a demon of dreams was called an
incubus, and supposedly they were one of the worst. They ate
dreams, the book said, and would devour your mind.

"What do you want?" she asked, and with a
tentative pause she added his name. "Gideon."

"Ah, so you can say my name." He chuckled to
himself.

"I'm not afraid of you."

"You shouldn't be. I mean you no harm."

That caught her off guard. She stared at
him, at his rugged features and attractive jaw. She wanted to kiss
his cheek, feel the brush of stubble against her soft lips, but of
course she couldn't. Except, why not? Perhaps he wasn't real and
all of this was a dream anyways.

"I thought we could get to know each other,"
Gideon said, ignoring her hungry stares. "Would you like to play a
game?"

"I should think playing a game with a demon
is a bad idea," Nina replied. Perhaps she found him attractive, but
she still had her wits about her.

"You think correctly!" The way he said it
sounded gleeful, which she found odd. "Never play a game with a
demon without laying out the exact rules. Fortunately for you, I
shall do just that. It's a simple game, and one which I think
you'll enjoy."

She frowned, brow furrowing. "I have no
clothes," she said, remembering her state of undress.

"The game involves nothing to do with
clothing. You may remove the rest if you'd like?"

He raised one brow, leering at her,
his gaze wandered from the top of her head, down her long, blonde
hair, to the curve of her collarbone, and along the swell of her
breasts. There, he lingered, and she found herself excited by his
stares, not knowing why. Her nipples hardened and he grinned in
satisfaction, before continuing his inspection of her. Soft stomach
down to her perfect hips and then he took special interest in the
hidden slit behind her lacy panties. Nervously she crossed her
legs, attempting to hide herself from view.

(You can find the rest of
this story here:
Dominant Dreams
)

Sample (Spice)

Please enjoy this sample from the erotic urban fantasy
novellete, "Vanima's Dirty Dilemma," the second in the
Vanima's
Initiation
series, by Cerys du Lys

"I
will
tell you one thing," Devi said with a
devious grin. "This is a little different than yesterday. Bryn's a
professional, so he knows what he's doing. The first part of your
interview process today involves checking out some studs. We've
invited the hottest boys from the University to join in on a 'Best
of the Best' man competition, if you will. You'll get to see the
first part, but you don't get to vote or anything like that. That's
for official Spellbloom sisters. If you get in, you'll see the
whole thing another time, but if not..." Devi trailed off, with a
shrug. "It'll be a once in a lifetime opportunity, most
likely."

Ugh. Vanima knew of these kinds of things.
While she didn't despise them, she rarely understood the point.
Trot out a few boys in their underwear, make them flex for a bunch
of girls, whistle at them and set them to the same standards the
men sometimes put women at, treating them like pieces of meat and
nothing more. It barely sounded interesting, really. Vanima had
sowed her wild oats a long, long time ago, as it were, and she
would do this thing, but doubted it'd excite her that much. She
could have let Ada come, could have told her niece everything
already.