The Billionaire's Promise (BDSM Erotic Romance) (His Submissive, Part Eight) (5 page)

H
e shook his head. “I liked her. Even back then she could be a little much, but I enjoyed her company. But love? No.” He came closer and I didn’t dare move. Not when the truth was still sinking in and this unbearable weight was lifting. I wasn’t the fainting type, but I felt light headed, so overwhelmed that I had to order my body to breathe.

“Are you o
kay?” he said, studying me intently.

I was so much better than okay, but I still didn’t understand why he couldn’t tell me that. “Before, when you told me about Rachel,
why didn’t you just tell me the truth?”

“Because I knew I was falling for you,” he answered
, his voice as soft as a caress. “And I didn’t want you to know I lied about love before because when I said it to you, I didn’t want you to think that I didn’t mean it. I didn’t want you to doubt that you mean everything to me.” He reached for me, interlocking his fingers with mine. He looked down at our hands, slowly closing his fingers and pulling me toward him. “I promise you, I’ll never love anyone else. Can you handle that, Leila? Can you give me forever?”

I couldn’t ignore the fluttering inside me at his words. Forever? With Jacob? The answer was a resounding yes.

As his eyes washed over me, like it had been months instead of hours since we'd been this close, I felt like the dumbest girl alive. All the reasons I'd gripped to explain why I ran didn't hold water to this. This pull between his skin and my skin. His bones and my bones.

I dropped my gaze guiltily. "I shouldn't have left. I should have let you explain."

"No, you shouldn't have," he replied, tipping my chin back up. His voice deepened. "And you'll be punished. But not before you beg for it."

My eyes trailed hungrily o
ver his broad shoulders, my mouth watering in anticipation of running my fingers up and down his abdomen. When I made my way back to his face, settling on the upturned curve of his lips, I knew I was dangerously close to bending over the counter and letting him spank me right there in the coffee shop.

Just hold it together long enough to get back to the office
, I told myself before clearing my throat and gesturing at the door. “Maybe we could finish this conversation upstairs.”

He didn’t move from where he stood. “I own every square inch of this building.” His eyes coursed over my body, bringing every last erotic nerve alive. “We’re not going anywhere.”

“But...” I trailed off softly, not sure I was following. “I thought...you and I...” My cheeks blushed furiously like I couldn’t put words to something that Jacob and I had done so many times I’d lost count. Like I wasn’t intimately familiar with the way he could make me melt with a look or just by dropping his tone to the low, bedroom timbre that brought me under his spell.

“Oh we are,” he said, getting the gist of my unspoken words. “I’m going to have you, Leila. And I’m going to have you right here.”

The pulsing between my legs intensified, but I couldn’t stop glancing at the door. I knew there was no window to the outside and the lock engaging automatically illuminated the ‘closed’ sign, but even the growing exhibitionist in me couldn’t shout down the part that would be more comfortable somewhere that wasn’t a hundred feet away from staff.

“Don’t look at the door,” he said curtly. “Look at me.”

I glanced at him, but I still stole peeks at the door, hearing phantom sounds. What if Missy was crouched there, ear pressed to the wood so she could talk crap about me? Why else would she march out without a final death glare unless she was hiding behind a potted plant outside, ready to spring?

“Jacob, I wou
ld really be more comfortable if--”

“That’s of no consequen
ce to me,” he interrupted, silencing me with a stern glare. His hand went straight to my zipper. “I couldn’t take my eyes off of you during the meeting, wanting to bend you over my knee and at the same time, needing to take you in my arms and tell you how much I love you.” He unzipped my skirt and I shivered as it sunk to my ankles.

His eyes roamed over my lingerie and I didn’t miss the tick of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed hard. I’d picked well. Almost like I’d been hoping for this reconciliation.

There was something about seeing the effect I had on this devastatingly attractive man that emboldened me. I chewed on my bottom lip seductively, twirling a brown lock around my finger. “So, which is it? Am I getting spanked or are you going to kiss me?”

My brazen remark made hi
s jaw tighten, but it wasn’t a look of disapproval coloring his golden features. It was conflict--like he wanted to do both. Ravage me and leave me breathless.

He ran his fingers through my hair, watching the curls stream between his fingers.

He leaned in, his breath swirling with mine and I was so lost in him that I closed my eyes, wanting to hold on to the moment forever. Just as I slipped my tongue into his mouth, he slipped his hand inside my underwear, cupping my sex.

My heart raced to my throat and fluttered back to my chest when I let out a groan of sheer bliss. Jacob was everything. Nothing else regi
stered but him; the way our lips fit together, tongue dancing to the sensual twirl of his, savoring the taste of spearmint and power. And then there was his hand, making it crystal clear that what Jacob Whitmore wanted, he got. His fingers pulsed at my intimate slit, dancing just inside, making me grind my hips into him until I heard the sound of my wet lust filtering up like sensual music.

He pulled back, his lips diverting to my neck. “I’ve barely begun and you’re already wet to the bone. You want to come, don’t y
ou? You’re so close.”

“Yes,” I hissed, my hair creating a wiry curtain over my face as I pushed my body forward, wanting to let go. To give into the release. His finger entered my slick tunnel easily, but when he added a second, then a third, I felt my body rushing to
accommodate the girth. But with his mouth on me, feeling his cock thumping as he struggled to keep control while teetering on the edge, all because of me...there was no catching up. I found myself arching up to meet him and at the same time, feeling so weak, so incapable of doing anything but succumbing to my climax. How could I keep it together when I looked into his eyes, seeing a beautiful truth?

I
t was me. It had always been me.

“Jacob...” I groaned, assaulted by the sensations.
I was losing my mind. “I want to hold on...but I...I...”

He stopped,
his finger retreating as his crystal eyes glittered mischievously. “You’re almost there.”

I was still recovering, thighs rattling from the aftershocks of his touch, but I turned toward one of the cafe tables and bent at the waist until my chest was pressed against the tabletop and my ass was in the air.

A long pause followed my submissive gesture and before, I might have made that trust irrelevant by looking back and seeing what he was doing. Unbuckling his pants? Pulling out some studded paddle to wail on me?

But I maintained my position, knowing that when
he was ready, he’d continue. And when I least expected it, he would give me the spanking that both excited and worried me.

The air around me hummed, gooseflesh racing up and down the back of my thighs as he moved closer. I tensed, sensing his hand hovering above my bottom. But when he made contact it wasn’t the crack of my first lash. He was rubbing my buttocks, massaging it slowly, making me ting
le between my thighs.

“You know why I’m doing this?” He paused, adding, “Besid
e my obvious predisposition toward domination.”

“Because I didn’t answer your calls,” I squeaked, feeling pangs of guilt undercut my arousal.

“It’s a little deeper than you dodging me,” he said, hooking my panties and slowly pulling them down. He didn’t finish until they were at my knees. “I’m not punishing you.”

I
couldn’t help but snicker at that. I was bent over with my lily white behind in the air. If this wasn’t punishment, he could have fooled me. Still, I was glad that he didn’t catch the sound.

“If I wanted to punish you, I would have ended my day early and took you home. Strapped you to the cross. But right now, all I want is for you to feel and know that you are mine. This isn’t some infatuation for me. It’s not something I can just switch off. I wouldn’t recover if I lost you--and honestly, I wouldn’t want to.”

The first last landed before I could promise him it wouldn’t happen again. The sting spread over me, magnifying when the second settled on the side of the first. The third made me cry out and I clamped my mouth shut. The fourth made me close my eyes and wish that I had a time machine so I could knock some sense into myself. By the time the seventh happened my rear was on fire, my tender flesh nearly to the point of no return and I was so close to using the color that would end the pain. But when the eighth didn’t come and there was time to feel something other than the sharp edge of my bottom incisors as I ground my teeth and my body pulled to breaking point, I realized that I was wetter than before, my juices coating my inner thigh. If he asked me my color five seconds ago, I was pretty sure I would have said red. But now that my pulse echoed over my heated flesh, want dulling the sting of the blow and my nipples pierced the tabletop, I wasn’t so sure I wanted him to stop at all.

His voice was ragged when he spoke. “I need to be inside you.” It was a statement. The sound of his zipper followed and I didn’t have time to brace myself as he thrust inside me. My
body clasped him and he gripped my hips, driving his length deeper. Every throbbing inch of him was stuffed into me, forcing me to open up and give him more. And I gave him all, everything and it still wasn’t enough. How was I supposed to stay quiet when my mouth wanted to shatter along with the rest of me? My muscles howled as they stretched and constricted, as he rowed in and out. My heart matched the volume of the table, making an unhealthy squeal beneath me.

The hands on my hips drew up and he cupped my ass, fingers pressing into the tender stripes
from my spanking and I let out a mewl that was supposed to be a no, but with him powering into me at a whole new angle, it came out as a guttural yes.

“Yes what?” he said huskily. “Tell me what you want.”

“You.”

He pulled out and I scrambled to cover my misstep. “I just meant that--eep!” It was far from my
sexiest sound, but Jacob pulled me up, spun me around, and pushed me back onto the table, his eyes wild and carnal.

He grabbed my legs and pulled me closer, until I was sure I was going to topple to the floor. But he held me steady long enough for me to melt as he pushed back inside. The intensity was different because we were eye to eye.

HIs eyes had never been so blue, his dark hair the color of a starless night and the need flickering across his face burned brighter than any flame I’d ever seen. I wanted to send his buttons flying, to see the planes of his abs as I gorged on the feel of him diving in and out, but he came forward, taking hold of my wrists as he impaled me.

And I saw it, his climax rippling across his face as his lips twitched and his pace intensified and he let go of my wrists and claimed
my lips, repeating ‘come’ over and over as he kissed me so deep he touched my very soul.

We came together,
our muffled cries swallowed as our bodies shook and trembled.  I was spent but I wanted more.

I wanted forever.

I felt invigorated and he had to give me a playful pinch on the thigh so I could unwrap my legs from his waist.
Everything was better when we were lost in each other, just me and Jacob. As we unbuttoned, zipped, and made ourselves presentable, the reality of what led to our tryst came rushing back.

“What are your suggestions for handling Rachel?”

I frowned, not ready to hear her name just yet and not sure I’d ever be willing to handle anything in the Rachel department ever again. “Handling Rachel--you’re asking me?”

“Yes.” Before I could ask why, he continued. “My actions directly affect you. I have no doubt she would attempt legal action if I tried to end our contract
a second time, but that’s a headache for the legal team. You’re my concern.”

“Your headache?” I quipped with a smile.

“A beautiful headache,” he joked, his mouth curving into his own as he fixed his tie. “If you don’t want to have any more contact with her, you’ll get no complaints from me.”

I repinned my bun slowly, thinking
it over. To be honest, a Rachel-free life didn’t seem half bad. But she wasn’t around before and look what she’d accomplished with Jacob’s mother. I really didn’t want to find out what hell she’d unleash if she was removed from the client list.

When we stepped into Lucy's
Taqueria, Jacob's eyes just about popped from his skull. He took in the festive atmosphere before looking at me like I'd lost my mind.

"You said one of my favorite restaurants in the city," I said with a wink. "And I asked if casual was okay."

"Sure, but I had no idea that
this
was what you meant," he said, eyeing the room skeptically.