Breathless: Edge Of Submission (BDSM Billionaire)

Breathless: Edge Of Submission

Katelyn Skye

Published by Katelyn Skye

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Copyright © 2013 Katelyn Skye

This book is a work of fiction. The names,
characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s
imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be
constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead,
actual events, locales or organizations is entirely
coincidental.

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Chapter One

The night she met Lucas Edge,
everything changed.

Alyssa Fox had written endless chapters
about passion and its sharp, spicy whip. She was loved for her
adventurous heroines, women who would stand on the brink of the
world to face their deepest, darkest desires.

In reality, Alyssa never hoped to be
anything like those women. That was until Luke came into her
life.

“Look at me.”

His voice, deep and stirring, broke her
out of her reverie. Her eyes popped open to meet the piercing orbs
of his grey gaze. He was so beautiful. Everything about him…was
beautiful.

Dark hair as black as coal that was
thick and cut in stylish waves. A square face, all angles and
handsomely carved. A nose like a blade, and lips like sin itself:
curvy with a manly clip to them. Damnably kissable and very hard to
resist. He only had to kiss her with those lips once and she would
do anything he wanted.

His body was trim and hard-packed in
the shoulders and chest, and he had a tall, proportionate frame.
Greek god in the flesh, it was hard to believe any woman could ever
say ‘no’ to a man like him. Alyssa certainly had never been able
to. Not from the very beginning.

Alyssa’s arms strained against her
cuffs, and she whimpered, wishing she could break free and wrap her
arms around him. Even her ankles were in restraints. Naked and
spread out before him, all she really could do was gaze into his
arrestingly handsome face.

He was still fully dressed, his white
dress shirt opened at the throat and in sharp contrast to his
deeply tanned skin. His snug-fitting black pants stretched on his
powerful looking hips as he settled down on his side next to
her.

His head was propped on one hand while
the other reached to cup her left breast with a possessive, warm
and tingling touch. Alyssa felt even more vulnerable with him still
in his clothes while she was nude and bound hand and foot to the
bed – his bed.

She would never have thought this
moment possible. That a man like him – powerful, beautiful and
sexually thrilling, would want a woman like her.

“Tonight, Alyssa, you will give your
body to me in the way you’ve never given another man,” he told her
factually, while his fingers toyed with a nipple and caused it to
become a beady, hungry peak. Alyssa was panting, her breath soft
and short. Deep within her apex, she dripped. Soon she would be
nothing but a puddle and a mass of quivers, she knew.

In his hand, her breast grew heavy and
proud with passion. She wanted this man so much. Wanted to be
claimed in totality by him. To give herself fully; whatever he
asked was his. Every inch of her, in every way she could give him
pleasure, Alyssa would do so.

“No part of you should be denied me,”
he continued, his eyes casting down to follow the path of his
fingers which now shifted from her breast to her concave stomach
and then to rest on her smooth-shaven mound, the soft petals
already budding and glistening with heat and moisture. He cupped
her sex and Alyssa let out a long, whispery whimper. Just one
touch, and her pussy plumped and pulsed, each muscle within
beginning to throb as that large, knowing hand pressed over her
aching core.

He spoke again and his voice was like
silk, stroking her senses and making her purr from the inside
out.

“Here, in my bed and completely in my
power. This is how I dreamed it since the first time we met,” he
murmured, his tone somewhat raspy. Alyssa could feel his thumb
flick over her clit, and she jerked. A flash of white-hot lust
shafted through her as he thumbed her clitoris with light, even
teasing strokes. Her lips parted in a soundless gasp as she found
herself staring into the fathomless pools of his beautiful grey
eyes.

“Alyssa, my exquisite pet. Now that I
have you where I want you, meek, willing and wet…I can only
speculate on one last thing. I need to know if you can handle this.
I need to be sure you know exactly what you’re letting yourself in
for tonight. Because once it begins, sweet pet, there’s no going
back.”

Oh heavens yes, Alyssa
thought as her spine arched, her whole body straining against her
cuffs as she pushed her eager sex into his stroking, warm and
expert hand. Almost like a dream, he slipped two of the longest
fingers into her pussy. With a purposeful thrust, they were buried
deep. They hooked unerringly into her g-spot and slid in and out
repeatedly, demandingly. Ten seconds of this, and Alyssa had the
sudden urge to scream out his name and cum all over his hand.
Instead, she edged her imminent orgasm as far back as she was able,
telling herself:
not now
.
Too soon
.

And instead, she licked on her suddenly
parched lips, her eyes pinned to his as she told him softly but
clearly, “I’m ready.”

* * * *

The night she met Lucas Edge had a hint
of magic in it.

People who really knew Alyssa were well
aware she wasn’t a fan of crowds, or social engagements. She was
quite the private soul and would be quite happy cloistered at home,
with family or close friends. She was far from a boring individual
or a loner, but she was never comfortable among strangers
especially if she was to be the center of attention.

It was some kind of awards slash
charity party playing host to several notable movie stars,
corporate moguls and other big industry players. It was the most
glamorous event Alyssa had ever been present at and she owed it to
her recent rise to fame.

Alyssa had always been a writer but it
had been nothing more than a hobby. Last year, she’d been working
in advertising as a well-paid copywriter. In her spare time, she
took herself to another plane and wrote racy stories that could
only come from her imagination and certainly not from experience.
At age twenty seven, Alyssa was still very much a retiring flower
when it came to the matters of men. A couple of long-term
relationships in the past had been nothing to write home about.
They had provided stability and emotional comfort at the time but
were never anything adventurous or memorable enough in the sex
department.

Now that she was single, in her stories
her body could fly away, swept on the clouds by a handsome
stranger. She’d always secretly hoped to be published but had never
dreamed of the success that followed her first offering.

She’d sent it to the publishers after
months of procrastination. To her utter amazement and delight, her
work was on sale within the two months that followed. And since
then there was no going back.

Now a popular and favorite author of
women’s erotic fiction, Alyssa had written a handful of explicitly
sensual tales of dashing, dominant males and the wildly desirable
and inspirational heroines. From young women just exploring their
sexuality, to working moms and housewives, Alyssa’s work appealed
to all types, and yes, she even had a number of male fans as well.
Never would she ever have dreamed one such fan would be the likes
of Lucas Edge, enigmatic and darkly handsome bad boy billionaire
entrepreneur.

Not that seeing him in the light of a
‘fan’ was strictly accurate. It went beyond that to something far
more intricately evolved. Alyssa would learn much later that he’d
heard of her work within his circle of friends and inquisitiveness
had found him taking up a tome to discover what the fuss was about.
A few chapters in, he told her, and he was compelled to consider
the possibility of somehow meeting the mysterious writer behind the
spicy contents.

At first it was mere curiosity, he told
her soon after. But once they met; once he’d looked into her eyes
and they’d spoken for the first time, Lucas Edge wanted only one
thing from Alyssa Fox.

And that one thing
was…everything.

*

“Oh dear me, who’s that handsome
devil?”

Alyssa had a small tilted
smile on her lips as her sister’s voice became hushed and
breathless. But then Alyssa felt the ground tilt when she turned in
the direction her sister Pam indicated with her eyes, and
saw
him
.

Alyssa barely heard Janice laugh as she
too, glanced round and viewed the tall, distinguishably dressed man
who walked in with an equally eye-catching woman on his arm. His
tux was impeccably cut, and his looks were arresting enough to
warrant a second and third look. To be honest, Alyssa couldn’t help
but stare. He was fucking gorgeous.

Alyssa wrote about leading men all the
time. Excruciatingly handsome, pussy-drenching men who walked into
a room and made everything else fade into the mist. Alyssa created
such perfections on a regular basis but never believed she’d ever
see one in person. A man who could steal your breath and make you
wish you had a genie to magic him in moments to your bed, ready to
ravish you to your heart’s content.

“Oh my God,” Alyssa
whispered.

“Indeed,” Janice Potter, her agent,
murmured with humor still lacing her voice. “Lucas Edge, sought
after yet highly unattainable. A billionaire entrepreneur and
corporate takeover mastermind. I’m surprised you’ve never heard of
him, Pam.”

Lucas Edge and his companion were
already flanked by other important-looking guests, and it was
smiles all round as these people of power conversed, drank and
mingled. Alyssa wanted to look away but couldn’t. The way he held
his head, his presence and just everything about him struck her
from afar. How come she’d never heard of him, either? Well, maybe
it was no surprise since Alyssa was never interested in much
outside her own tight circle. She was regretting that more and more
in the past several months and especially now. There was a whole
world out there and she’d sheltered herself from it for so long.
And now it was affecting even her work.

For the past two months, Alyssa had
been struggling with her latest offering. Well behind schedule, she
was finding it harder to create the dreamy and dark stories that
were now so popular in its genre. In the beginning, it had been so
easy to churn out the needed titles. Now a year since her rise to
fame began, Alyssa had reached her dry spell. There was a time when
meeting publishers’ deadlines had been no problem at all. Now,
inspiration was wearing thin and it was making even Janice, her
agent jittery. She advised Alyssa that it was vital to stay in
season, as she put it. Alyssa was doing her best but the truth
remained that stimulation in any form was lacking in her current
attempts at a new book.

Well, she had her stimulation right
here.

There he was, right across
the room. Seemingly unaware of her gaze, yet making her feel that
he had to somehow sense what she was feeling, even with so much
distance between them. How could he not have an inkling of their
kinetic relativity? Her whole body
thrummed
for him, and it seemed to
Alyssa that if he could just look her way, he would feel it
too.

Janice went on providing more details
about the man in question, and Alyssa could tell her sister was
glowing with interest. Pam was barely twenty-three, fresh out of
college and working on an internship in her chosen field of
Microbiology. Like Alyssa, she wasn’t the social butterfly but knew
how to have fun when needful. Both sisters were brunettes, though
Pam was just that much taller and thinner. They could easily be
taken for twin sisters because even with hardly any make up on,
Alyssa looked pretty younger than her twenty-seven
years.

Tonight, the glamor of the event had
called for more effort with her attire and she’d taken Janice’s
advice to splurge on a fashionable outfit, stylish hair and some
killer heels. Alyssa felt immensely glad now that she’d taken the
effort. Already, there’d been so many photos taken of her and she’d
given a few interviews for articles discussing her most popular
books and the prospect of a new title soon. It had all been
exciting, seeing so many celebs around and being recognized
herself. And yet all that paled next to the thrill of being in the
same room with Lucas Edge, being able to look at him and just drink
in the sight of such masculine beauty incarnated.