The Billionaire's Ultimatum: His Absolute Need (A BDSM Erotic Romance Novel) (Book One) (10 page)

"What do
you mean I'm too soft?" I said, perturbed.  "I'm not too soft."

"Oh,
yeah?" he asked, some mischievous smirk on his face.

"I'm
not!"

"Well..."

This was a bad
omen, and I knew it, but I let his word, his expression, the hint of deception
lilting in everything he did, stoke the faint hint of hope I had within me. 
This man, Jeremy, knew more about Asher than I could possibly know, and if he
said something was truth, anecdotal or not, it probably was true.  I didn't
want to be a tie, something so easily cut and discarded, assuaged with a gift
basket and maybe some fancy letter stating that he wished me the best of luck. 
I refused.

And, Jeremy told
me what he was thinking.  He mentioned a few details, quite clearly stating he
shouldn't mention these to me, and that whatever meaning I took from them was
not his problem.  Listening to him, I gained a newfound appreciation for my
breakfast and heartily ate everything on my plate.  Besides the fact that it
was delicious, I thought I should prepare for the day in a proper manner.  We
finished eating, and then Jeremy stood to leave.

"So, are
you coming?" he asked pointedly.  "Asher told me to drive you
home."

"No,"
I said.  "I'm not."

Jeremy shrugged. 
"Well, I tried."  With that, he left, but not before laughing and
giving me a friendly wave.

I didn't really
understand it all.  I don't know what I was thinking, or how I expected to do
any of this, but I'd decided to do it.  What was the worst that could happen? 
Probably quite a bit, actually.  Asher could return, find out I was still here,
call the police, have me taken into custody, potentially file charges against
me for multiple reasons, true or not.  A man as rich as him could probably do
almost anything he wanted, and...

Why was I
thinking about these things?  Be strong, Jessika!  I told myself this, but I
felt anything but.  Still, I needed to do this, or do nothing, and if I did
nothing I felt like I would regret it forever.

"What do
you mean she refused to leave?" Asher asked.  He had a chance to call
Jeremy on a short break between meetings and this was not at all what he
expected to hear.  Why had he called, though?  He didn't really know, and he
didn't know how he felt about what Jeremy was saying, either.

"Sorry,
boss.  I told her I was there to bring her home, and she said she wasn't
leaving."  Jeremy paused, then added, "What do you want me to do? 
Call the police?"

Asher
hesitated.  He wanted to say yes, because that's what people in his position
said, right?  She was, while not exactly trespassing, not currently welcome on
his property.  And...

"No,"
Asher said.  "She'll leave.  Go check on her at noon and tell her I told
her she needs to leave."

"Right. 
She needs to leave or what?" Jeremy asked.

Asher blinked. 
Or what?  "Don't mention that part.  There won't be any reason to.  She'll
leave.  I'm sure of it."

Jeremy laughed. 
"Alright.  You're the boss."

Asher furrowed
his brow, frowning.  There was something more to this, and Jeremy must know
about it, but for the life of him Asher couldn't figure it out.

I wandered
through the guest house.  It was bigger than I thought.  The main living area
I'd spent the night in was most of the first floor, then the kitchenette area
added in, too.  On the second floor, as I'd suspected, were two bedrooms.  They
looked tidy and unused and completely perfect, like they belonged in a fancy
hotel instead of a home.  Closets in each room with empty hangers and a small
safe tucked into the back corner.  Nothing in either safe, and in each room
both of them were wide open, but it added to the perfection of the place.  Nice
rooms, but completely inhospitable in my opinion.  I could sleep in one for a
night, but not for a lifetime.

A little clutter
was nice.  Not too much, but enough.  Maybe a shirt draped across the back of a
chair, or a couple of tissues tossed into a bedside waste basket.  A partially
used candle on the bedside table, or a picture on the wall slightly tilted. 
Not enough for anyone to really notice, but something that, over time, the
person living there would realize.

And you never
changed those things, because it became a part of the house.  I didn't know
about Asher's upbringing, but that's how mine was.  Quiet and quaint, and while
I lived in a city for most of my life, it still felt like I was isolated from
the rest of the world sometimes.

For good
measure, I mussed up the bed.  I pulled back a corner of the sheets and tousled
them so that the bed didn't looked perfect anymore.  Mostly perfect, but not
quite.  I opened the unopened box of tissues on the bedside table and tossed
one into the wastebasket.  Then I washed my hands in the bathroom connected to
the master bedroom and left soap residue on the back of the sink.

And... the
shower?  Hm.

I needed to take
one, because.  Besides the fact that I showered every day, I especially needed
one soon.  After my intimate moment with Asher last night, I hadn't had a
chance to clean off, and I knew I must not be at my freshest.  Jeremy hadn't
said anything, but I had the feeling Jeremy wasn't the type of person to
notice, or complain, about that kind of thing in the first place.

I turned on the
shower and slipped out of my clothes, scandalously deciding to leave the door
to the bathroom open.  If Asher showed up, could he resist the temptations of
my slippery, seductive body?  Covered in soap and suds and bubbles, clean and
perfect and...?

Perhaps I was
dreaming, but I enjoyed my dreams.  I checked the water temperature with my
toes before stepping into the overlarge tub.  Jacuzzi-style, with a shower head
up above and glass doors that closed around it to keep the steam inside.  On a
whim, I stoppered the tub and let it fill with water from the shower.

Small vials of
soap rested on a shelf built into the tiled wall.  While the tub filled with
water, I browsed through my options.  Regular shampoos, conditioners, body
wash, and... yes!  Bubbles and scented salts.  I tossed the entirety of both
into the rising water(not that this was a lot, seeing as they were more like
sample size bottles, but still).  Immediately the scent of fresh lavender rose
up, and then the bubbles trickled forth with the turmoil of the shower water. 
I moved the showerhead so it sprayed towards my feet, then sat in the bubbling
water.

It felt so
nice.  I had a bathtub at my apartment, but it was nothing like this. 
Utilitarian at best, and put in just so the landlord could say it had a
bathtub, mainly.  If I stood in it, the water barely came to the bottom of my
knees, and only then if I let the tub overflow.  In Asher's bathtub, when it
was full, I could sink completely beneath the water if I wanted.  The water
lifted up, rising higher, covering my legs, then my raised knees, creeping up
my stomach towards my breasts, and higher still until only my head remained
above water.  When this happened, I drifted towards the shower knobs and
twisted them, stopping the water.  I suppose I could have used the conventional
faucet to till the tub, but I liked showers since they spread the bubbles more.

I lounged in the
water, satisfied.  The bubbles and salts made my skin feel silky and soft and
wonderfully clean, despite the fact I hadn't done anything other than sit in
the water-filled tub.  I lay back, stretched out, and kicked my feet onto the
sides of the bathtub, content.

Inadvertently,
my toes must have pressed some button, and suddenly the jacuzzi jets in the tub
switched on.  Jet bubbles sprayed every this way and that.  I sputtered, caught
off guard, attacked by streams of bubbles.  Confused and disoriented, I sunk
beneath the water for a second, dousing my head and coming up half-blind with
water in my eyes.

Trying to regain
my balance, I lifted myself up so that I knelt in the tub instead of leaning
back.  I wiped my eyes with my hand, but it didn't help as much as I would have
liked seeing as my arm was drenched, too.  The jets became an afterthought,
water bubbling briskly around me.  Or, they were an afterthought until I
scooched forward to open the glass shower doors and grab a towel from the towel
rack.

The jets
assailed my body, hitting my arms and legs and sides.  None of those bothered
or interested me.  One particular jet, at the angle I sat, sprayed directly
against my crotch, though.  I gasped as it struck me.  Sliding forward, shocked
at the extreme sensation of it teasing against my bare, intimate area, another
jacuzzi jet shot a stream of water against one of my breasts.  My nipple
vibrated, immediately hardening, and I let out a slight moan.

My God!  Asher's
bathtub was seducing me.  Maybe, not quite, and I laughed at the thought, but
it kind of was in a way?  I wondered what it would be like having sex in a hot
tub.  Nice and warm, floating in the water.  Slow, gentle, with the magnificent
smell of scented soaps and salts all around me.  Up and down, my shoulders and
arms slipping out of the warmth of the water to the cooler air above, then back
in again.  Slippery beyond belief, and so simple and easy.  I pictured Asher
holding me by the hips, guiding me towards his hard cock, pulling me onto him
with urgent need.

On my knees, I
crawled backwards towards the first offending jet.  It tickled and teased at my
slit.  The bubbles glided over me, into me, towards my clit and leaving a
tempting trail up my stomach.  I don't quite know why, but I decided it was a
good idea to get myself off in the bathtub.  Because, why not?

The pressure
from the water caressed against my body, gentle and fresh, yet rough and
demanding all at once.  Like a massage easing away the kinks in my body, the
jacuzzi jets worked in the same way.  Except right now I had some other kinks
in me that I needed taking care of, and the water knew just how to do it.  With
my arms, I braced myself against the side of the tub and arched my back.  I
imagined Asher behind me, taking me hard, firm, telling me to hold still.

"Jessika,"
he'd said last night while he made love to me, "Stay still.  Don't move. 
I'm trying to take your picture.  I need you to keep your pose."

It hardly
mattered that he'd discarded the camera long before in favor of holding my hips
instead.  It didn't matter that he couldn't see the rest of my body with his
chest pressed against me and his eyes looking into mine, half-lidded and glazed
over in pleasure.  It didn't matter now that he wasn't even home and I was
doing this in his bathroom, alone.  I tried my best not to move, to keep my
pose as best I could so Asher could take my picture.

My back arched
further, my breasts half in the water.  The thrashing water matched my mood and
tossed against me, making my breasts dance and sway.  The jet of water behind
me continually crashed between my legs, exciting me beyond belief.  Asher,
behind me, like a force of nature, wild and ravenous, a controlled, focused
hurricane ravaging my body.

I held my pose
for as long as I could until my thoughts abandoned me, my climax overtook me,
and I slipped into the water, pleasure wreaking havoc on my body.  I fell
under, completely covered, the jets spraying me without a care.  Once my
shoulder touched the bottom of the tub, my spasming body feeling so delightful
and nice, the jets suddenly turned off.  On a timer, no doubt, but their timing
was impeccable. 

I lay in the
water, curling my legs towards my body, letting myself float slowly up to the
surface.  At the top, I reluctantly lifted myself out of the water and gasped
for air.  I felt a little silly for having to remind myself to breathe, but no
one was around to see it so what did it matter?

Once I felt like
I was able to stand, my legs wobbling, I unstoppered the tub.  Getting to my
feet, listening to the rush of water draining from the bath, I twisted the
knobs to turn the shower back on.  I showered for real this time, ignoring the
pleasant feel of the water beading across my bare body.  Asher's guest house
shampoo and conditioner weren't my preferred brands, but they would have to
do.  Washing my hair and body, I finished what I started and cleaned myself
off.

Done, wrapping
my body in a pure white towel from the towel rack, I stepped out of the tub and
looked back.  Not quite perfect, but I thought I'd managed to properly defile
the bathtub enough to make it seem cozy and warm.  Once I finished drying
myself off, I tossed the towel in a heap next to the bathtub.

Should I dress,
or wear the bathrobe hanging on a hook on the back of the door?  The bathrobe
tempted me, but I chose my clothes instead.

Asher wanted to
call Jeremy again.  He had a meeting in less than two minutes, and an important
one at that, but he needed to know.  Was Jessika gone?  Why had she refused to
leave in the first place?

He wasn't
anything to her, and he knew this.  She didn't like him in any particular way. 
At least not him as a person.  She couldn't.  Right?  Like most people, she
probably only wanted to be near him for his money.  They barely knew each
other.  And, even if she did like him for some other reason, it hardly
mattered.  He needed to accept that and she needed to, also.

They were both
adults, and...

"Mr.
Landseer?" a man called to him from the meeting room door.  "Everyone
is in attendance, sir.  Whenever you're ready."

"Yes,"
Asher said, frowning.  "Yes, of course."

"Is
something wrong?"

"No, it's
nothing."

"So you
messed up the bed?" Jeremy asked, fidgeting with the upturned corner of
the sheets.  "And you tossed a tissue in the trash?"

"I left
some soap on the back of the sink and I used the shower, too.  I left a towel
on the floor," I added.