Undisclosed Desire: An Alpha Billionaire Romance: + bonus novel (11 page)

"Insecurities, huh?"

"Yes, little girl," he says. "Whether you like it or not, you are an open book to me, revealing everything that is beautiful about you – including the things that need to be reassembled. You will have to let me take care of those as well, if you really want to be my submissive."

I blush and feel strangely exposed. His words feel as if he just stripped me naked all over again.

"What do you –"

"Hush," he interrupts me. "For now, I need you to do something else for me."

Nicky

Before I can ask what it is he wants me to do for him, he pulls me in for another kiss. His lips meet mine with gentle curiosity at first, but soon ask for more. He greedily claims me, pushing his tongue inside my mouth with intrusive force while keeping me in place with his strong arms.

I give in all too willingly. Yearning moans accompany the heavy breathing of our passionate kiss.

His hand wanders along my torso, skimming over my belly as he moves further down. I shiver when his fingertips travel across my mound until he reaches my center. A nudge against the inside of my thighs orders me to spread my legs for him, which I do obediently.

I moan loudly when he parts my folds and slowly reaches between them.

"Good girl," he whispers, interrupting our kiss. "So wet and ready for me already."

He observes me as I writhe under his touch, moaning and squirming as his fingers skillfully play with my wetness. He deliberately disregards my most sensitive spot, only caressing my clit here and there, seemingly by accident – and every time he does, I welcome it with a desperate moan, begging for more.

"I need to know one more thing," he says. "Before we both lose our clear minds again."

"It might be too late for that already," I breathe with a hoarse voice.

He shakes his head. "I need to know if I can fuck you bare. Are you on birth control?"

Oh, I did not expect that question.

"Of course I am," I reply. The thought only relying on condoms has always seemed too risky for my taste and I have been on the pill pretty much since I started showing any interest in boys.

"And is there anything else I need to worry about?" he asks. "You don't have to with me, I can assure you."

"No," I reply. "I am as clean and healthy as can be, Sir."

A broad smile appears on his handsome face.

"Great," he says, leaning forward to plant passionate kisses along my neckline. "I want you. All of you. I need to fuck you with nothing between us."

The only reply I can think of is a desperate moan. I close my eyes and throw my head back with pleasure as he continues to kiss and lick alternating spots on my neck.

"I love how responsive you are," he whispers. "How willing and ready to serve me."

His words make me blush and only add to my arousal. I strongly hope he will fuck me this time. He has to.

He withdraws his finger, leaving me with a yearning sigh as he moves it up to his face. I almost explode with embarrassment when he licks my juices off of them, moaning with relish.

"Delicious," he comments. "Your taste is divine."

I gulp, unsure whether I should thank him for that unusual compliment or not.

"But you know," he adds. "You already had your turn. This one is for me. Stand up."

He lets go of me and beckons me to get off the bed.

"Yes, Sir," I whisper and obediently follow his command.

"Wait here," he says as I place myself standing next to the bed, looking at him with anticipation.

He gets up and walks past me. I hear him rummaging around, opening drawers of the dresser that is standing behind me. Again, I wonder how often he uses this room. I still don't see any luggage or personal belongings lying around, but if there is stuff in the dresser's drawers, that must mean that he lives here. Sort of. Sometimes, maybe? He must have a real home, too.

I wonder if I will ever see it.

"Put your hands together in front of your chest," he says. "As if you were praying."

"Yes, Sir," I whisper and comply.

He shows up in front of me, holding a piece of black rope in his hands. He casts me a quick smile, before he starts binding it around my wrists, skillfully tying them together with elaborate knots. He is good at this and has clearly done it before. I adore the cute and intense face he makes while he is concentrating on the knots he is tying.

"Good?" He asks. "Not too tight?"

"No, it's perfect," I reply.

There is still a good length of rope left. He holds it in his right hand like a leash as he slowly takes two steps back to look at me.

"There's so many things I want to do to you," he says, casting me a naughty smile. "Rope suits you. You will need more of it. And we need something for your neck, too. Don't you think?"

I am pretty sure that the only answer that will not get me in trouble right now is "Yes, Sir," but it is not the one that is on the tip of my tongue.

"Something around my neck?" I ask. "Do you want strangle me?"

He smirks. "No, silly girl. Leashes suit you – but they belong on a collar, right?"

"A collar?" I ask, blushing. I know very little about these things, but what I do know is that a collar can come close to a wedding ring between a Dom and his sub.

"We are nowhere near that," he adds as if he can read my mind. "But maybe someday."

He pauses and looks at me with that stern, intense face. His look makes me shiver and causes my heart to skip beats. It feels like a warm but threatening grip, mesmerizing and paralyzing me at the same time.

I love it. I would do anything for him right now. No questions asked. Seeing him happy and pleased with me would be the greatest satisfaction I can think of right now.

"Would you like that?" He asks. "To be collared by me?"

"Yes," I reply. "Yes, Sir. Very much."

He smiles. "That makes two of us. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. For now, you follow me on this."

"Yes, Sir," I whisper with a dumb smile on my face.

He turns around and leads me to the window while I follow like a puppy on a leash, with my hands tied in front of my body. I startle when he does something unexpected: He opens the curtains!

We are on the twenty-sixth floor, very high up and higher than most buildings surrounding the hotel. Most, not all.

I instinctively take a step back from the window as the light of the setting sun hits me. I feel so exposed, as if a thousand eyes are glued on me at once.

He chuckles as I try to seek safety by hiding behind him.

"Don't worry," he says. "I don't think anyone can see you up here, little girl. The windows reflect too much, especially when the evening sun hits them like it does right now."

He turns around to face me. The sun illuminates him from behind, giving him the contradictory impression of an archangel or some other holy apparition.

"You'll be safe as long as you are with me," he whispers. "Do you trust me?"

I look up at him and convince myself to a subtle nod. "Yes, Sir. I trust you."

"Good girl," he says and leans down to kiss me.

It is a soft and gentle kiss, not as aggressive as others, but still demanding. I instantly forget about the open curtain and the possibility of being seen. Nothing else matters when this man is kissing me.

"Get down on your knees," he whispers as he ends our kiss. "And look up at me while you do it."

"Yes, Sir," I reply, while I obediently sink down on my knees without taking my eyes off of his.

Even his thick blue jeans cannot hide how hungry he is for me. I smile as I notice the telltale bulge without directly looking at it, as my eyes are still facing upwards to his face.

"I didn't tie your hands at your back for a reason," he says. "I still want you to use them. Get it out and show me what a good girl you are."

"Yes, Sir," I say.

As I am about to do as he told me to, I happen to lower my eyes to have a view at the fly that I am supposed to open. He yanks at the rope, making me flinch as the knots cut into my slim wrists. It hurts a lot more than I would have expected.

"Eyes on me!" he hisses.

Damn. Why can't I even remember the most simple things he tells me to do?

"Yes, Sir," I say yet again as I raise my eyes to find his.

I clumsily fiddle with the buttons on his pants, trying my best to do this as quickly as possible – and without hurting him. I have had a few mishaps in that regards with former lovers and I really do not want to disappoint him.

Luckily, I prove myself to be more talented at this than I thought and am able to free his erection swiftly and without any awkward disruptions.

"Very good girl," he praises me as I gently wrap my tied up hands around him. He is rock hard which grants me great satisfaction.

"Now, you may play with it," he says. "But don't you dare to take your eyes off of mine for even a second. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," I breathe.

I cast him a naughty smile as I bend forward and gently start to lick the tip of his erection. His eyes flicker even at the slightest touch of my tongue and he moans when I take my first taste of him.

Seeing his imminent reactions like this gives me an immense feeling of power. I open my mouth and slowly, very slowly lean forward to take him in. He is shivering with anticipation, tortured by my build up, and I know he is not going to let it last for much longer. I will need to increase the speed and intensity of what I am doing soon, before he is the one who takes over control again by pushing me at the back of my head.

Right now, I am in charge. At his mercy, of course. But still I am the one who is on the giving side. And I am enjoying it far too much.

His moans get louder as I wrap my lips around his hard cock and start sucking on it. Because I am all too aware of his impatience and the short amount of time that is given to me to do this, I make sure to accelerate my motions soon. I take him in deeper with every movement back and forth, sucking and worshiping him. My tongue travels along the lower side of his shaft, always making sure that I don't forget about his most sensitive spot close to the tip.

He closes his eyes and moves his hip forward in a sudden, unexpected move that makes me gag on his erection. His size is impressive to begin with, but right now I feel as if he is growing even bigger between my lips.

"Get up!" he orders. "Now!"

I instantly stop what I am doing and rise up to my feet, which is surprisingly hard when your hands are tied together.

He helps me by basically pulling me up at my wrists.

Without saying another word he takes a step aside and pushes me closer to the window. I want to protest, but instead I find myself leaning forward, supporting myself at a window handle as he quickly ties my hands around it. Below me, I can see the city's rush hour traffic. Street lights are about to be turned on, but not quite yet as the sun is only beginning to set over the city. I scan the windows of other buildings around us, most of them offices that are – hopefully – empty by now. But just as he said, most of the windows are reflecting too much for me to really see anything behind them.

I truly hope that the same goes for this hotel.

He bends me over a little more, pushing his hand on my lower back and reaching between my legs, signaling me to lift up my ass.

"Remember, this is for me," he says. "You should do your best to look pretty for your Sir, don't you think?"

"Yes, Sir," I breathe, intoxicated with arousal, even though he keeps talking to me as if I was his possession.

I arch my back and lift up my ass as well as I can, knowing that it looks a lot prettier this way, even though it strains my back, especially because my hands are now above my head, the knots fastened around the handle.

My tied hands are now my only source for support and stability. It puts a lot of stress on my wrist as I hang on to the handle, trying to please Evan.

But all of that is forgotten when I can feel the tip of his cock teasing my entrance. I catch myself leaning backwards, arching my back even further as my entire body begs for him to fuck me.

I can hear him chuckle behind me.

"Good girl," he says, still teasing me. "
My
girl."

I yelp when he shoves himself inside me with one single thrust. Every cock feels a lot bigger in doggy, but I have never felt this stretched before. Pain and excitement form a terrific team as he starts fucking me.

He goes deep and strong from the beginning and foregoes any kind of easing in to it or giving me a chance to adjust to his remarkable size.

"You're so tight," he comments. "And so fucking wet!"

I blush while he grabs me at my hips, granting him even more control and giving way to deeper and stronger shoves. The rope around my wrists cuts into my flesh. It hurts, but the pain only increases the pleasure.

I feel confined, at his mercy.

Owned.

I have never felt a stronger sense of belonging than what I am feeling now as Evan brutally fucks me from behind while the skin on my tied up wrists gets tortured and I am laying eyes on a city far below me that is getting ready for after work relaxation.

And maybe, some of those who are not on their way yet, can actually see me. Maybe there are people over there who are dreamily staring out their windows as they wish for work to end – and what they see is a naked woman who getting fucked mercilessly while being tied up and leaning against the window.