Dom Vs: Domme: The Deluxe Trilogy: A Billionaire Romance (Dom Vs. Domme Book 0) (93 page)

“Now, now.” Ethan’s hands fell from her shoulders and took both of her wrists. “You want that? I don’t know if you can handle it.”

If any other man said that, she would laugh.
What a big game he talks!
What, did he think he had the biggest one in the hotel?
I hope so.
Jasmine knew it wasn’t
just
about the length. Girth helped. So did a good pair of hips that knew how to thrust. A total package was rare, but she was willing to find out how talented Mr. Ethan really was. “I can handle it,” she said, teasing her lips against his. “I can handle it anywhere you put it.”

Was it working? Was her seduction worth it? Jasmine knew she still hadn’t reined this man in. He toyed with her, but he could ask her to leave at any moment. How many women had he been with?
Nope. Don’t wanna know.
Thinking about it would only make her feel nervous about trying to please him. How could she compete with who knew how many women?

Ethan coiled her hair around his fingers, tugging on her scalp but not quite pulling against her roots. “Prove it.”

She didn’t have to ask what he meant. So close to his body, Jasmine instinctively knew what this man wanted from her.
They’re all the same like that, I guess.
Not that she was complaining! Jasmine was a woman with every intention of unzipping those trousers and having the time of her life. The more this man played at denying her, the more she wanted it.

This time he did not stop her when she pushed her hands toward his hips and grabbed the waist of his pants. The zipper was easy to find. Jasmine kept her eyes locked on his, fingers slowly pulling down Ethan’s zipper while his eyes became more ravenous. For
her.

Yes, it was working. All Jasmine had to do was seal this deal and get what was rightfully coming to her.

He was hard in her hand when she drew him out.
I approve.
Jasmine was not disappointed, and he wasn’t fully erect yet. He also pretended to not be impressed when Jasmine wrapped her palm around him and scooted closer to the couch, her head lowering so she could gauge his response. Oh, he pretended. Those cool eyes, those taut lips. The rest of him betrayed his excitement, however. No man could resist a woman about to serve him like that. Especially when she propped her chest on his lap and licked his tip.

While he didn’t come undone, Ethan did shiver slightly enough to let her know that she was on the right track. Jasmine finally closed her eyes and gave herself over to pleasing a man in the most intimate way she knew how. When she woke up that morning and made this decision, she knew this was a possibility. Good thing Ethan not only smelled great but also felt good in her mouth, her lips, tongue, and cheeks wrapping around as much of his girth as she could stand. The farther her hand went toward his base, the harder it was for her fingers to meet her thumb around him.
Holy shit, man. Holy shit.
He didn’t look
that
big, but Jasmine also didn’t have a tiny mouth or hands. With her breasts rubbing back and forth on Ethan’s trousers, ripple after ripple of arousal soaked her skin and went straight to her center. Her biggest hope was that he didn’t spend himself too soon. Not before she got hers, anyway.

Ethan held the back of her head with one hand and pulled his tie off with the other. He didn’t say anything, but the grunts of approval in his throat told Jasmine that she was on the right track. The tie draped around her neck, almost as thick as his cock in her mouth. When Jasmine shuddered again, she tasted something new in her mouth, and sure enough Ethan felt comfortable enough to share a part of himself with her tongue.
Getting there…

“Keep it up,” he said, a growl echoing beneath his words. “You said you could take it?”

Jasmine opened her eyes and looked up at him as if to say, “That I did.”

So with those intentions clear, Jasmine went faster, her tongue rolling around his girth while her hand felt and lightly scratched whatever it could get a hold of. Ethan stiffened beneath her, grabbing her hair, her shoulder, and then the top of her back as he inched forward on the couch and attempted to fuck the back of her throat. Jasmine took a deep breath and kept at it.
I can take it.
She would prove it to him, even as he groaned in orgasm and nearly choked her with his seed as it filled her throat.

She eased off him shortly thereafter, almost expecting him to cast her aside and tell her to go home. Some men were like that. They saw some tits, got off, and then sent the poor woman packing. Jasmine regretted ever letting him come so soon. She should have at least made him stick it in first!

Except he didn’t tell her to leave. Instead he pulled her hair back from her face and wiped something away from the corner of her mouth. It was almost… romantic? Jasmine was not prepared for the flood of feelings rushing into her heart. Not even when he said, “Now we can play the long game.” Ethan yanked the tie off her shoulders and pulled it around her forehead, blindfolding her as he tied it tight in her hair.

“What…”

“I told you I have certain tastes. What, you think I’m a meager man who is happy with just some head?” He tipped her chin up, although she couldn’t see him through the dark tie. “That was to take the edge off. Now I can play with you. Next time I come will be between your legs. Bare. You like that the sound of that?”

From the way she shuddered on her knees, Jasmine was guessing so.

“Good. Let’s go.”

He stood up, taking her with him and guiding her around the couch and toward the master bedroom. Blindfolded, Jasmine couldn’t enjoy the décor as it passed her. She couldn’t even say what color the bedspread was when she hit it, her body bouncing from the force and wanting to give over to the comfort. Jasmine wasn’t on the bed for three seconds before Ethan dragged her toward the headboard. So strong! So decisive!
I don’t have to think about anything.
This man and his tastes, whatever they were, were probably going to destroy her. She could only hope.

Without knowing what it was, where it came from, or how it worked, Jasmine’s wrists were pushed against the headboard, where they were fastened securely on either side of her head. When she approached this man in the bar downstairs, she never thought he would tie her up as his sex doll.
Hurry up!
Even that thought surprised her. No man she had been with before ever went this far. Who knew being manhandled and explicitly told that she was an object of his pleasure was so… so…
hot?

His thumb pushed into her mouth and lingered there before meandering from her chin to her exposed breasts. Right. The dress was still on, hugging her waist and protecting her thighs. Jasmine couldn’t do anything about that now, though. Ethan was too busy kissing her again, his hands spreading her legs open so they could round her ass and flick against her lingerie.

“You like that?” he asked, doing it again. Jasmine shivered, her arousal heating her up between the legs as Ethan pulled on her underwear and made her legs writhe against him. “Say it. Tell me that you like it.”

“Yes!” The word was a gasp from her teeth.
You’d do it too if a man like this was rubbing your panties against your slit!
“Do whatever you fucking want to me. I’m yours.”

“I fully intend on doing whatever I ‘fucking’ want. First you’ve got to get me hard again. Can you do that?”

Jasmine whimpered in her binds, desperate to rip off the blindfold and see this handsome man devouring her with his eyes. “Just tell me what to do.”

“Be your gorgeous self. That’s all.” The lingerie snapped against her mound. Jasmine held her legs open, as vulnerable as she could be, even after Ethan slipped off the bed and did God knew what. “Oh, and I suppose you could be nice and loud. That would help.”

She wanted to be loud already just from his thumb coming achingly close to her center. Buttons unsnapped. Breaths hurried. Fabric tore as Ethan the hotel stranger yanked her underwear off. Jasmine couldn’t help but yelp – especially when Ethan bent between her legs and did the last thing she expected.

Oh my God!
That was the being who gave Ethan a tongue like that. If it were powerful inside her mouth, it was worse – better? – now as it snaked between her legs and tasted her slit. Sometimes it was gentle going up, but coming back down it was quick, unforgiving, and desperate to make her wet. Not that Jasmine needed much help with that. Just being tied up in Ethan’s bed was enough to make her wet for him!

Blindfolded, tied up, and who knew what else soon, Jasmine was limited in what she could see and do. She wanted to grab his hair like he had hers, to look at him as he pleasured her, but all she had were her frustrated arms and her imagination. Ethan wasn’t going to let up anytime soon. An orgasm circled in her stomach, tingling her toes and making her nipples more sensitive. When Ethan lightly smacked the side of her ass, she moaned, and soon enough his tongue was flicking against her slit before sinking within her, staying there, exploring her inside.

Jasmine nearly lost it between this and his hand moving up her stomach and grabbing her breast. She actually did lose it when his other hand teased her opening and slipped in two fingers, easily, since it apparently didn’t take Jasmine much to get ready for a billionaire’s fuck.

“Deeper!” it was the first coherent word she got out since he went down on her, and with him now inside her, Jasmine was determined to make the most of it. “Please!”

His fingers filled her while his tongue stimulated her above. Jasmine held her legs open and pulled against her bindings. The closer Ethan’s fingers got to her core, the more she wanted him like this – and in other terrifyingly fulfilling ways.

It couldn’t be helped. Jasmine shoved her hips forward, then back again, quickly humping what she could find through her blindfold. Ethan was eager to meet her halfway.
I’m gonna do it…
Like Ethan had only five minutes before, Jasmine began to orgasm. It was rough, and quick, her thighs shaking as Ethan grunted in approval against her skin. But it was a thrill and a half as this man made her ride it out on his fingers.

“There. Now we’re even.” Ethan smacked the inside of Jasmine’s thigh. “Although I think you can do much better than that.”

All Jasmine could do was whimper.

The bed rocked, the bottom half of Jasmine’s body rolling this way and that as Ethan repositioned himself between her legs. His head was near hers again now, and Jasmine could feel every breath against her chin before his lips kissed her and went to her breasts again. So soon after climaxing Jasmine was already tingling again.
Because I need him now.
They played at sex, but it wasn’t enough. If Jasmine dragged herself to this hotel to pick up a handsome stranger, then by the cosmos spinning around them she was going to get
some.

Any guy could finger and lick her slit. It took a real man to rock her world with his cock.

Which was what Ethan planned on doing, as evident when he lifted her hips up and teased her entrance with a familiar part of him.

Jasmine gasped, her fingers sore as she gripped her bindings too hard. All she could think about was the wide tip pushing into her, slowly,
agonizingly,
as if he weren’t going to fit. Which was absurd, because of course he would – he wanted to fuck with her before he actually fucked her.

“Holy shit!” The breath was knocked out of Jasmine’s throat as she was amazed at how easily his cock slipped into her. He could have taken her quickly, hard, and unrelenting. For some reason he chose to do it like this, and now Jasmine could feel every inch of him sliding into her until their thighs touched. Whatever sound Jasmine made, she wasn’t sure it was human.

Ethan had to dig beneath what remained of her dress to get to her flesh. He needed it so he could thrust into her, hard, sending a ripple of delectable pleasure through her body. The binds pulled at Jasmine’s wrists, and she would give
anything
to have this blindfold removed so she could watch Ethan’s mesmerizing body pound her from above. But she was left to her imagination, and she had to admit that sometimes that was better than the real thing.

“The farther in I go, the hotter you get,” he whispered into her ear, legs spreading hers wide so she could take more of him.

This was it. Jasmine was dying.

Or so it felt at first, with her heart pounding like mad against her chest and the rest of her body giving up total control to this stranger’s whims. He gripped her by the waist to steady her, ass lifted off the bed so his fingers could dig into her while his cock thrust into her too quickly to bear. He had felt muscular beneath her touch, and now she understood. The man was strong enough to not only toss her about but to help himself between her legs as well.
Nobody else has done it like this…
Women dreamed of this kind of sex, and here Jasmine had gone stumbling into a bar and randomly found it.