My Billionaire Master: Indebted To Him (Part One) (A BDSM Erotic Romance Novelette) (7 page)

He teased and pushed, driving her breathing erratic and her body into a twisting state. Unable to help herself, she mindlessly lifted her ass and rubbed against him. Just as quickly as he’d entered her with his fingers, he dragged them up her stomach, around her nipple, and to her mouth.

In a commanding tone, he pressed them between her lips, “Suck it off. That’s right. You’re going to learn everything I have to teach.” Slowly shifting around her, he said, “You’ll taste yourself from wherever I want—fingers, cock…lips—and enjoy your own taste as much as I do.”

A resonant clank of something hard sounded alongside his heavy breathing. She heard him moving around in the dark as, with every shift, he nudged her ass with his cock. She jumped when fire flared and he touched it to a canister. Realizing it held a candle, her eyes widened when he held it above her body. Mesmerized as his hand tilted, she listened as he continued his barrage of plans.

His other hand ranged from soft strokes to rough tweaks of nipples and kneading of flesh, keeping her anticipating where and how he’d touch next. Closing her eyes, she relaxed back into him as his cock nudged dampness back and forth over her twin openings in a pistoning dance and generating pleasure all its own. Cassidy squealed, immediately associating the warmth of candle wax with fire when it suddenly dripped over her flesh.

Drawing liquid circles, he assured her, “It won’t burn but you have to trust me. Stay still because, if I get too close, you may get burned, Cassidy.”

The wax tightened as the lines of liquid dried. Suddenly splashing onto the sheets, it dripped down her stomach on the way to her thighs. She gasped, digging her heels into the sheets but he held her thigh down. As the tips of his fingers cut into her flesh, he growled, “Trust, Cassidy!
Trust
me to please you.”

The warm liquid ran onto her thigh, widening her eyes and causing her to stutter out, “Oh—sh…shit!”

He sat on one ankle, placed the canister between her legs, and grabbed the other ankle as the wax that had dripped onto her skin cooled. The candlelight flickered, casting a sinister wavering glow between them before he reached for it as he silently watched her.

The flame suddenly disappeared from its location but wasn’t snuffed out. She vaguely realized he’d placed it aside to slide her legs wider. The movement cracked the hardening wax over her skin, setting off a weird heightened arousing sensation as air struck the places beneath.

He finally said, “Now for a little more heat.”

Caught in his flickering candlelit gaze, goose bumps flooded her skin. Tracking the flame as he lifted it above her body once again, she jerked when he poured a small amount. It splashed off his wrist before the warm liquid struck her stomach. He lowered it an inch, repeating the process while never taking his eyes from her face. Every time the drops fell, they were a degree warmer but never burning hot.

He finally removed his wrist, blowing the flame out before she felt the warmest yet trickle onto her thigh. Unable to see him, she realized she had to trust him. Increasing in heat to an almost unbearable temperature, the melted wax was slowly poured up to her nipple. As it dried and tightened around a nipple, she gasped in a lungful of air.

The bed suddenly shifted before his full weight was upon her. The still tacky wax squished between their bodies, smearing slightly and distracting before he plunged inside her. As her back bowed off the bed, he gathered her torso tightly to him and pistoned into her. With arms straining against the ties from wanting to touch him, her wax-laden body thrilled at every touch from his skin and fresh air alike.

Rubbing his body against hers, his hands clasped her hips and thrust repeatedly inside, hard enough to snap her jaw shut. She gasped as her pussy clenched around him before his pelvis rocked forward, firing her clit with the base of his shaft. His teeth suddenly surrounded her shoulder, almost painfully working the sensitive muscle joining her neck. Her torso tried to twist but he controlled the movement, grinding in a way that sent her into climaxing even harder.

His thrusts became more frantic as he dragged his teeth and stubble up her neck, sensitizing her skin as his cock found a G-spot to tease. He bit her lower lip, closing his mouth over hers when she mindlessly begged him. Whimpering with every deep thrust, she panted against his cheek as her mind slid over the edge. Going limp under him, she marveled that no one had ever mixed so many elements to drive her senses wild.

He suddenly rose above her, surrounding her hips with a knee to each side and raking every G-spot inside her. She was barely aware of her noisiness, realizing it was her when his fingers rolled her clit and sent the sound to a deeper pitch. Having never queefed with a man, she gasped but her eyes flew wide when she gushed around him.

A rumble went through him before he growled, “Ah, there you go.”

He suddenly pulled out, sliding his cock over her as he exploded across her stomach. Dazed and lethargic, she weakly curled her hips under him and squeaked in shock when he left her. Untying the bonds, he cleaned the wax before cleansing her with a warm cloth. Feeling the bed shift again, she was so wrecked she couldn’t move. He pulled her against his chest to cradle. To her surprise, he said, “Tell me about yourself, Cassidy.”

She spoke of her college years until running out of words. He asked about any injuries she’d gotten from dancing. She explained she’d always been alert but had pulled a few muscles here and there. Not understanding his inquiries, she told him she hadn’t broken any bones but showed him a few childhood scars.

Touched at his questions, she tried not to read too much into them. When he wanted details on how she’d gotten the scars, she shrugged, “I was always too curious for my own good.”

Cocking an eyebrow, he nodded, “I’ve seen that a few times.”

Grinning at his shrewd expression and knowing he meant her inability to resist his fragile vases, she snuggled onto his chest. She fell asleep sprawled across his chest with the sound of his heartbeat thumping in her ear. He lay there, wondering for a bit why he didn’t just send her home. Even as he pondered it, his arms surrounded her while he thought
Oh…no. This fragile little angel stays here until I let her go.

The next morning she awoke to her entire body aching pleasantly but discovered she was alone in the bed. Laying amongst plush white pillows and coddled in thick soft white sheets, she thought
clearly I must be wrong
.

Not new to the world of dating, she’d had a steady boyfriend since she’d turned fifteen years old and first accepted Johnny Plummer’s invitation to the Spring Fling. Her longest relationship spanned three significant years during college and included talks of engagement. In the end, they’d decided to remain friends instead of taking the ultimate plunge.

She’d never had a relationship like the one she shared with Alfie Bertram, though. She was certainly not accustomed to waking alone and feeling abandoned, especially after witnessing the shattering sex from last night. Certainly not after his considerate questions afterward. She had no idea that the questioning was to ensure that he didn’t reinjure any old areas in his planned roughness.

She’d expect it from a one-night stand but, from the only one-night stand she’d ever had, she knew better than to think last night was a one-night stand. Besides, this was her second time with Alfie and she was still at his place.

Didn’t inconsiderate one-nighters leave from a rented sleazy hotel room or, in her case, from her dorm room?

Pushing herself up, she went in search for Alfie. His shower was empty and, other than the birds chirping, total silence greeted her. Stunned speechless, she realized he’d actually left. Her fingers flew into her hair as she tried to wrap her mind around the fact that he’d left without so much as a goodbye or anything.

Returning to the bedroom, she discovered an envelope with her name scribbled elegantly on the front. Retrieving it from the nightstand, Cassidy opened it with shaking hands as a sense of déjà vu rocked through her.
Inside was an employee contract.

The words were all jumbled in legalese that her raw brain couldn’t process. Some of the terminology made no sense as she scanned down the page but, from her limited understanding, it said the same as before:
Do
what I want, when I want, or choose a clean break from me.

A business agreement—terms and benefits—but the same tone as the interview she’d had with him yesterday. With a helpless puff of air, Cassidy blinked back sudden tears. Feeling raw, she moaned to no one in particular, “Was that all this was? A fucking business arrangement with a paid escort?”

Memories from the night before clouded her judgment, drawing her eyes to the dotted line in which she was to sign. Hope and anticipation were suddenly smothered with shame. Frowning to herself, she growled over his words regarding trust before blushing when they brought all the memories flooding back.

From part anger and part humiliation, Cassidy blushed harder as she realized he thought she was some toy he could play with as he wished. She sank onto the bed, dismay pinching her face as she asked the empty room, “Why’d you shut me up, then ask me all those questions?”

Even though her body still yearned for him, she was determined that he wasn’t just going to leave her this contract as if she was just a smaller company he’d acquired in a business transaction. Witnessing him as controlling one minute and considerate the next, she didn’t know what to expect out of his moods, but she knew one thing for sure.

If he expects me to think of myself as an acquisition for him to pursue, he’s sorely mistaken.

Cassidy thudded to her feet, throwing the contract onto his bed. She dragged on the clothes she’d worn last night and marched, shoes in hand, barefoot out the door. Energized with a renewed purpose, she wasn’t going to let him think he could just treat her like that.

On the way down, she placed her heels back onto her feet. Her calves burned and her thighs hurt but she strode through the city feeling strong and sexy, even though her hair was wild and she’d slept in her makeup. The man who’d tied her down and teased her into epic orgasms with melting wax was not having her as his hired whore.

Passing traffic lights with dismissal in her step, she ignored the stop signs. Entering the now-familiar building with heels clacking purposefully against the tiled floor, she signed herself in and marched toward the elevator. Her eyes narrowed as the car lifted to the eleventh floor, becoming even angrier as she thought,
I am nobody’s whore. Who does he think he is…my pimp?

After managing to find the office where they’d met, she heard his distinctive rumbling voice before bursting into the room with intent to tell him off. She froze when she entered: It wasn’t the same room they’d first met after all. Not only was the artwork missing, a conference table lined with men in business suits had replaced where his desk should be. Every man at the table stared at her as she snapped her jaw shut.

Alfie raised an eyebrow as she shifted from foot to foot, awkward and deflating. Cassidy swallowed, blushing as she stammered, “S-s-sorry, I didn’t…I thought—I’ll just go.”

She spun around and retraced her footsteps. Worst of all, no one stopped her. She hadn’t really expected him to call her back, having made a fool of herself rushing into his meeting like that. Of course, he wouldn’t want to see her right now since she still wore the dress from last night and her entire face was a mess. She felt like an embarrassment to both of them.