Her Sweet Liberation: Billionaire Secrets - Book Six (4 page)

Just the way he liked it and beyond any power of hers to reverse.

The car pulled up outside his exclusive address and the driver opened the door. Dale needed just a moment to compose himself before getting out and then turning to take his woman's hand. Composed he might have been but his messed up hair and the smudged lipstick all over his face made it patently obvious to the driver what had been going on behind him even if the screams and moans hadn't made it through the partition.

The man never blinked and eye.

This must be pretty fucking normal for him.
Lindsay thought and before she could stop herself she had dug her nails deeply into Dale's wrist. It seemed outrageous that he would dare to even think about fucking anybody else but her. The wave of naked jealousy was like a breath of fresh air to her. Now that all the mess of lying and digging for a story were out of the way, their relationship was as simple as one, two, three. It was time to forget the past, forget the future, live for the moment and let the chips fall where they may.

They couple made it to the elevator and as soon as the doors closed Dale pinned her against the mirrored wall and went to his knees. Lindsay worried she might pass out if she wasn't satisfied soon. The handsome beast below her began stripping her from the waist down and a wave of uncontrollable heat coursed through her at the vision of him on his knees before her the heat that ran through her.

She felt his thick fingers undo the buttons on her jeans. Soon she would be exposed before him. But they were in a freaking elevator for Christ's sake. As hot as it was, what if they were interrupted?

"Dale, I've never wanted this so much with anyone but you've got to stop."

He fixed the zipper of her jeans between his teeth and stared up at her. His ready to fuck hair made him look like a Tarzan fantasy from her filthiest of late night fantasies. Dale began moving his head slowly from side to side to draw the zipper down, then hooked his fingers over the top of her jeans and down inside her panties.

The sensation was luxurious, sumptuous, intoxicating.

"Dale, what if the elevator stops--"

He jerked her pants down, cutting her short and literally taking her breath away as the thrilling, illicit sensation of being suddenly exposed from the waist down emptied her mind of rational thought.

"Fuck…Dale…." She gasped.

Her pants and panties were around her ankles, but she was still covered, just barely by her shirt hanging down in front of her. She couldn't see what was happening underneath but she could feel every touch. His hands pushed her shaking thighs apart and his mouth pressed hungrily to her pouting, wet pussy. Lindsay writhed and arched her back in ecstasy, bewildered at the scream his bold actions had raked out of her throat.

"Oh sweet Jesus, Dale… no…" The elevator  was still moving, thank God, but for how long until those doors opened.

He was drinking deeply from her, savoring her, burying his tongue deep inside her to flail and cajole her struggling clit. She realized with a kind of panic that she was ready to blow and there was nothing she could do about it. The bastard was making her come already and it blew her mind. With some of her boyfriend's she had never even climaxed once, let alone being cornered into orgasm in under thirty seconds within a moving elevator.

Her moaning was beyond outrageous now. Dale had her hips locked down with his strong hands, making her pussy an open door to whatever his cunning and greedy tongue wanted to do. She had no choice in the matter and screamed out his name as the near painful orgasm ripped through her body and left her senseless, disoriented.

The elevator came to a halt.

Lindsay watched herself in the mirrors, sliding down the wall and then wrapping her arms around the her man's shoulders. Their lips met and she tasted herself for the first time. She was still fresh on his mouth and he was still voraciously hungry for everything
her.
 

"Lindsay." He gasped, finally breaking his silence. "I don’t know what's going to happen now, but you've got to trust me that I can make everything good for you. For us. And for Nena as well."

"I trust you." She said. "Take anything you want from me. I'm not afraid anymore. I'm yours now. All yours."

He felt his cock stiffen to adamantine hardness. Hearing, feeling and tasting her come against the elevator wall had been almost too much for him. Hearing her submit to him, at last, after all these months and all of her resistance was nearly the straw to push him over the edge.

Nearly. He was Dale Hargrave after all and he wasn't finished with his woman yet. He could still hold on a little longer.

"Yes." He hissed. "You're mine now you dirty little bitch."

She was his dirty little bitch. The words sent yet another blast of hot lust through the haze of her afterglow and it was clear that she would need more than just a tongue to satisfy her fully.

Dale hefted her up from the floor with her pants still around her ankles. His rock hard cock bent and twisted painfully down against his thigh inside his tight pants. The wild gropes and passes Lindsay had made at the thing in his limo had given him a hard on to remember for the rest of his life, but after her delicious orgasm it was now to the point where there could be permanent physical damage if the beast wasn't given what it wanted soon.

He prodded the button to open the elevator doors and carried his woman over the threshold. Lindsay looked around confused. They weren't in a hallway but in a ridiculously, over the top, luxurious suite.

"Private elevator." He grunted as he marched through the elegance and opulence towards the bedroom. He had tricked her and it had worked. There had never been the remotest possibility of them being either observed or caught.

He set her down roughly on the bed. Every breath, every step was making it harder for him to stay in control.

"Lie down and stay put." He ordered her with the sexiest, no nonsense tone she had ever heard. It was playtime alright, but he sure as hell meant business. The gloves had come off and they would soon be followed by everything else.

He leaned over and jerked her shoes, jeans and pants off her ankles.

"It's payback time." he said as he pulled off his jacket and tie. He began to undo his pants but Lindsay came quickly to her knees on the bed. She wasn't going to lie back and just take it no matter what he thought.

"That’s my job Hargrave." She grabbed the top of his pants with one hand and cupped him aggressively with the other. The strength of his hard on was shocking. She watched his eyes roll back in his head and every muscle in his strong body go taut as her hand sized up his package.

"Come on big boy. Lie down for me and let's uncage this beast."

"No way." He gasped. "You lie down. I want you naked. Now."

She squeezed gently and rubbed her hand against the pulsating rod of steel strapped down against his left thigh.

"On your back big man, so this little girl can give you the time of your life."

He put his hands to her wrists to force them away.

"I don't do guy underneath. Now you owe me baby. Lie down. Get naked and don’t move a goddamn muscle until I tell you to."

Her hands didn’t move. Jesus they were almost there. But was he serious?

"You don't do 'guy underneath'?" She said.

He reached his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. He groaned as he felt her soft naked ass under his hand, her abdomen against his near ready to explode cock.

"That's right. Had a bad experience once. Now don't argue. Lie down and get ready to be fucked out of this world."

"Dale, I don’t do 'girl underneath', not since--"

"Are you kidding me?"

This was a revelation. Maybe things were beginning to make sense now. His wild attraction to Lindsay had been unusually powerful, even for him and maybe this was the reason for it; a common experience, a shared fear.

"I'll do anything you want me to Dale, just not that. No way."

He lowered his mouth to her ear. He understood her now, he was sure of it, and he knew exactly what to do.

"It's not up for discussion baby. You've had me out of my mind for months, screwing with my head, recording our conversations, telling lies about me to that creep Marco and now you have your sexy voice in my ear and your hand between my legs."

He stared into her eyes. She knew he had a point. She had been the bitch to end all bitches with him and now she owed him.

But what he was asking, as simple as it sounded, was something she just couldn't do.

"I just saved your ass from the Russian mob Lindsay," he continued, "and now I want that ass. That ass is mine. All mine. It's time to give it up."

"Dale, it's just… it was my first time. It was terrible. He just… we were just kids, he didn't force me but it was pressure, crazy teen prom night pressure. Ever since then I just can’t do it that way."

Dale didn't say a word as he effortlessly raised her up and then laid back down o the bed again.

"Dale, please, don’t ruin this."

"I'm not some teenage punk Lindsay." He began to place slow, lingering, exhilarating kisses onto her neck and shoulders. "This is for keeps baby. I want you in my world and I don’t care what I have to do to get you there."

"Then lie down for me. Please Dale. Just lie down."

"I'm doing this for you baby.
You
need this. I'm going to take care of you now." His kisses went lower and she could feel herself begin to move inside again, responding to his heat and his desire. Maybe she could she do this? Maybe he was the one who could erase that awful memory from her mind and from her body - rebuild and make her whole again.

"I'm going to take care of you and Nena, both of you, forever. You don’t have to worry about a thing ever again."

He was unbuttoning her shirt  now, slowly unwrapping the gift of her body and it felt so damn good to her.

He slid his hand down between her legs and gripped her, forcing her thighs first to close around his strong hand but then to open wide again a moment later, instinctively, allowing him to slide one long, expert finger deep inside.

She moaned and arched her back. Another gift. The sight of her body curving upwards was almost unbearable for him. Would he be able to hold on long enough? He had never failed before, but this was heat like he had never experienced before. Was this what fucking was like when you loved someone? If that bitch hadn't ruined him when he was a teenager then maybe he would have been able to just lie back and take it from her like a man. Maybe if could trust her the way she was trusting him then Lindsay
was
the woman to heal him of that sadistic experience.

Maybe, but first he had to heal her and with their shared experience, maybe he was the only person able to do this for her.

She was fully naked now but he still had most of his sharp clothes on. As exciting as that felt Lindsay still wanted him naked. ASAP. Her hands pulled at his shirt and at the belt of his pants but he pushed them away.

"Just let me undress you." She pleaded. "Then I'll… I'll try to do it your way."

Dale normally did his own undressing. He preferred to be in control that way, but he knew better than anyone what Lindsay was struggling with inside to let him do this. If he expected her to be strong then he would have to face his own demons as well.

He drew his finger slowly back out, massaging seductively across her clit as he did so and felt the rush of blood to his cock as she responded so perfectly to his touch. She was like no other.

"I give the orders." He said. He needed to be strong and in command now more than ever. If he showed weakness then she would lose confidence in him. Things had to be done his way, for both their sakes.

"You can undress me." He said. "But you do it my way. You do as you're told."

She nodded and pushed herself up to her elbows. This was good, he was breaking down giving ground.

His shirt was open and his tie still hung around his neck. She got to her knees in front of him on the bed and then took a moment to appraise the job in hand before making her first move. This was going to be good. She had undressed all of her boyfriends at some point and usually they were more than happy to submit to her, but she had never unpackaged one like this before. The perfect six pack half-revealed between the folds of his shirt were an invitation to instantaneous multiple orgasm on the spot. She hesitated. The man was beyond sculpted. This was the kind of body you were born with. No amount of working out and protein shakes could give you this without the freak of nature genetics that turned out a man like this once in a generation.

Would her own very average body be enough to satisfy him once he got inside her?

Would she let him down?

She didn't get long to think about it.

"Take my shirt off." He ordered her. "But don’t touch me yet."

She was afraid even to look down at her own pale flesh and compare it to his naturally tanned Mediterranean tone. She needed more time. This was too much. Or was it exactly what she needed? Maybe for once in her stubborn life she needed to just listen and obey instead of always fighting to be on top of everyone, metaphorically
and
literally.