The Billion Dollar Contract: The Executive Collection (24 page)

Oh how lovely.
“I don’t want to talk about him.”

“That so?”

Jasmine wanted to slither off his legs. Here she was, in a handsome billionaire’s
lap
with his arms protectively on her, and she felt like she was about to kick down his door and run out of there. She wanted to know what this was about. She wanted to know why he had her like this. If she was in trouble. What he was going to
do
to her.

Unable to wait any longer, Jasmine clasped her hand on Ethan’s chin and kissed him.

Just tell me that it’s okay. That we’ll go back to usual.
She kissed him desperately, wanting to feel his heartbeat against hers from how close she held him to her.

His hands squeezed her thigh and ass. Ethan’s arm tightened around her, and sure enough, his skin became hotter to Jasmine’s touch.

I hate what he does to me.
Not even two months into this arrangement and Jasmine was about to start throwing temper tantrums because her billionaire boss was being aloof. He was
always
aloof! It was part of the Ethan Cole mystique! Yet she couldn’t stop pawing at him, kissing him, and wishing that his hard body would overtake her and make her feel good again. After this long, Jasmine almost deluded herself into thinking that he had real feelings for her. How could he not when he kissed her like that?
Oh, right, ‘cause he’s paying me for this.
That thought made her lips falter on his.

“My flower,” Ethan said. At first Jasmine felt a softness in his voice as it lured her nose down his cheek. Then it acquired that delicious edge she had come to expect to hear him use when he was aroused. “Don’t think you can get away with this. I still have to punish you.”

Jasmine held herself back and placed her lips on the breadth of his throat.
I’ll give him a hickie to show off on Page Six!
“What did you have in mind?” Images of restraints, maybe a blindfold, and definitely rough sex entered her mind. She wanted Ethan to take her in that bedroom, rip off her clothes, and push her into the plush comforters of his bed with those hands of his.
One on my back and one on my shoulder.
He would enter her easily by that point, and God willing Ethan Cole would turn Jasmine into a new woman by the end of the night. Hard, fast. Maybe some dirty talk. These thoughts only became worse the longer she lingered in his lap and smelled his infectious cologne.

His fingers burrowed into the brunt of her ass. “I want this.”

What?
That had never occurred to her… never even entered her mind… never been
done
to her before. But before Jasmine could lose all the blood from her face, she pressed her hand against his chest, feeling his loosened tie beneath her fingers. “I suppose.”

Ethan gently pushed her off his lap, and Jasmine stumbled around the chair before he pulled her back down and over his legs. She yelped, her skirt riding up her thighs and over her ass. Before she knew it, she was staring at the hardwood floors while the arm of the chair dug into her breasts. Ethan swung his arm over her shoulders and held her down while his other hand slapped her on her ass.

The piercing sound of skin hitting skin echoed into the penthouse. Jasmine gasped, astonished.
This isn’t what I thought he meant!
Then the pain settled in after the numbness in her flesh receded. A shriek was caught in her throat, and all she could do was gape at the floor.

Another spank hit her, and this time her cry was in time to the sound of Ethan’s hand punishing her. It was humiliating. Terrifying.
Exhilarating.
Jasmine’s brain didn’t know what it wanted to transmit to the rest of her body.
This isn’t supposed to feel good!
Her ass hurt, and yet that sound of Ethan’s hand striking her supple flesh made her clench in pleasure.
Oh my God, I’m turning into a submissive.
Jasmine wanted him to do it one more time. She wanted to feel his thick fingers spank her bottom and make her writhe against his groin. No, she wanted to feel his thick fingers maneuver beneath her lingerie and…

There they were, teasing her where it mattered most.

“Oh!” Jasmine jerked against the chair, nearly falling off Ethan’s lap as he pushed one finger into her. She had already been aroused, but the spanking somehow made her wetter. The sensations swirling around there must have done it. Having Ethan so close to her more sensitive spot made Jasmine bite her bottom lip to keep from yelling against the floor.

“Do you like it when I spank you?”

Firm. Dominant. Ethan Cole controlled every aspect of this situation, and Jasmine was trapped in his lap with his striking hand poised above her ass and his growing erection pushing into her stomach. She wanted him to both spank her and fuck her just like this, if it were at all possible.
Find a way. You’re a damn billionaire who gets whatever he wants! Defy physics!
Jasmine pushed herself up against the arm of the chair and allowed her knees to slip between Ethan’s legs and the other side of the chair. This jutted her ass into the air, the skirt of her dress gathering around her breasts thanks to gravity. Ethan pulled on her lingerie until it slipped down her thighs and to her knees.

The palm of his hand landed on her bare ass.

“Yes!” The pleasure in the form of pain jolted through her like an orgasm, but instead of leaving her tired and sated afterward, Jasmine only wanted more.

“Do you want another one?”

“Yes…” It embarrassed her to admit it, even in front of just him.

“I don’t know. I’m supposed to be punishing you, not giving you what you want.”

“Please.”

“Please what?”

He was toying with her. His voice said it.
You know what I want, you bastard!
Why did Jasmine have to say it? Was her punishment admitting that she liked it when he humiliated her like this? When he exerted his dominance over her? That was supposed to be just business. If Jasmine could tolerate it, maybe get off on it in the moment, then all the better. But actually wanting this in the first place? Why did he have this effect on her?

“Please spank me.”

The muted words were barely out of her mouth before he spanked her with a loud slap.

He meant it. He wanted to push her limit of pain and pleasure entwining. He wanted to make her cry in both terror and ecstasy. The only reason Jasmine did not leap off his lap and run was because deep inside she trusted this stupid billionaire and his sex games.

Yet she couldn’t take another strike like that one. Her skin was numb, her body reeling from the stress on her nerve endings. “I’m sorry.” It came out in a torrent of breath that left her winded. “I’m sorry I did that.”

Ethan eased up. Jasmine slipped off his lap, trembling from the numbness.

He pushed her down on her knees before she had the chance to right herself. Gasping, Jasmine landed with her head near his lap, and she knew what he wanted.

She would have willingly given it to him, but he was forceful and caught her off guard. Even when he was controlling her movements in his office there was still a respect to it that kept her physical well-being in mind. Something must have had snapped in him. Was this the real Ethan Cole? The man tugging on her hair and pushing her face against his inner thigh.
He’s going to choke me with it.
She knew it. Before it had always happened on accident in his office – him not paying attention and her pushing her own limits. But now it was intentional. Ethan grunted at her, and all Jasmine could think was…

“Sc…”

Just like that, Ethan lifted his hands off her and held still in the chair. Jasmine eased to the side, catching her breath and letting her body recover from all that had just happened. She found the strength to look up at him, expecting to see disdain, anger, frustration… anything that showed how displeased he was with her for foiling his arousal with her stupid boundaries.

But she saw none of those things. There was a frown, yes, but his brows pulled down in sadness, not furrowed in anger.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

This was it. The kind of moment Jasmine had anticipated from the moment she signed that contract. It took him a few weeks to work them up to this point, but now here they were – Ethan Cole pushing her around. Jasmine hadn’t known how she would handle it back then, but now all she could feel was relief that he reacted so quickly to her almost saying that word. When she looked up again, the concern in his eyes bade her to sit up with the help of his hand.

He’s not a bad person.
Jasmine took his hand, soft yet strong, and eased up toward his lowering lips. They kissed gently, his other apology pecking her chin and cheek.
He just has… certain tastes…

A part of her said that was bullshit. The other part of her wanted to tell herself to shut the hell up.

“Ethan.” Now it was her turn to corner him in that chair, her hands grasping either side behind his head. She loomed over him, kicking off her underwear while she looked into his eyes. “I want you to do it. Be as rough with me as you want.”

His mouth twitched. “That so?”

“I’m serious. Be gentle. Be hard. I don’t care. I like both sides of you. And…” She placed a finger on his lips as he opened his mouth. “I trust you. You’ll stop if I can’t handle it.”

“I don’t mean to frighten you.”

“Why, aren’t you the gentleman?” Jasmine stood up and turned around. “Show me what a gentleman you are. Or don’t. Either way, take me, you fucked up bastard.”

His hand lightly smacked her ass again. She knew it was red, and thanked the stars that he was not about to strike her like he once had. “That’s Sir Bastard to you.”

Jasmine released her worries, fears, and anxiety from the situation.
Ethan won’t hurt me. Not like that.
Not intentionally. She knew that he wanted her to feel pleasure, not true pain. Somewhere in that stoic shell of a beautiful man was the soul of someone who didn’t want to see others hurt. He wanted to dominate her, not harm her. It wasn’t until that precise moment that Jasmine understood the difference.

So when he eased her back down onto her knees again, she went with it. Her body was riling up in arousal anyway, and like the lustful woman she knew herself to be deep inside, she unzipped his trousers and decided to treat him to the same intensity he gave her in his lap.

Normally she treated oral sex with Ethan as foreplay. She had to in the office if she wanted him to last long enough to give it to her in the end. Getting him excited enough to decide to screw her before finishing was an art form.

Now she wanted to torture him. To make him come as soon as possible – as
hard
as possible. Jasmine spared no motion as she sucked his head and worked his shaft with her hand, feeling the force of him within her palm as he made him groan loudly and pull on her hair. Not hard enough to hurt her, but enough to make her groan in return. She let the sound vibrate on his cock as she lowered her mouth over it and used her now free hand to stimulate the rest of him.

“Shit, Jasmine.” Ethan clutched the arm of the chair, bracing himself for the inevitable. When she held him firmly in her grasp and swirled her tongue over his tip, he moaned so hard that it shook through his body. A welcomed taste entered Jasmine’s mouth. Not the brunt of what he had, but enough to tell her that this dominant man was hers to mold.

But before she could finish the job, Ethan yanked her head back and lifted her by the shoulders into his lap.

Without a word uttered Jasmine knew what was expected of her. While Ethan’s hands hooked beneath her thighs and held her legs apart, she sank down into his lap, letting him fill her in one easy motion.

It was a concerted effort for the both of them as Jasmine kissed him, inviting his tongue into her mouth as she thrust down to meet his thrusts up. Even though she used a good amount of her strength, it was Ethan who led this motion by pushing himself up, his hand massaging her rear flesh while his voice echoed in her throat.
Don’t stop.
He was going to come at any moment – Jasmine could feel it in the way his torso tensed up and his breath quickened in her mouth.
I’m not ready yet.
Even when he gave it to her in the hard and fast way she wanted, the sound of their union deep in her ear every time he lifted his hips up against hers.

Jasmine pushed up; Ethan sank down. He was now deep within her, and she looked toward the ceiling as this man reached between her legs and fingered the one place that was sure to send her to the moon.