His To Indulge (Billionaire Erotic Romance) (4 page)

“
They just couldn’t cut
it.”

“
Are you a notorious player
like I’ve heard?”

“
You’re asking a lot of
questions. What is this, 21 Questions?”

“
Don’t go and blame me.
You’re the one who said it was okay. Now the floodgates are
open.”

“
Well, I am single. And I
am domineering. Most people are passive. You don’t get to the level
of success where I am without being that way. It’s a lonely…” He
looked at the empty glass momentarily. “That’s enough about me,
Danica. Let’s go.”

***

The allure of Absinthe had settled into my
bloodstream and had me floating through another dimension as we
walked out of the restaurant. We were driving down the freeway in
Harper’s Maserati – to where, I didn’t know and didn’t care. He
mentioned we were going to his house because it was late and I had
too much. He could have told me we were flying his Maserati to the
sun’s inner core and it wouldn’t have mattered - as long as he and
I were together. I felt safe with him.

It could have been a dream, but I only
recall Harper carrying me through the front doorway and set down in
a king size bed on the softest of silk sheets; or maybe they were
satin. I only remember an orange haze over my vision after we left
the restaurant. Then lights out.

***

A few hours into the night, I awoke to use
the bathroom. Still in a foggy disposition from my liver trying to
filter the Absinthe out of my system, I labored trying to find a
bathroom in his expansive mansion. I didn’t bother trying to put my
clothes back on other than the black bra and thong I wore to
sleep.

After tip-toeing around the hallway among
the abstract painting and extravagant sculptures, I finally saw the
door to the bathroom, but my attention diverted when I heard what
sounded like metal clanging. Always one to snoop around, my
curiosity needed to be quelled. I followed the scent of oak and
smoke from a lit fireplace.

I peered my neck around the corner and saw
Harper sitting down in a leather chair in front of the quiet blaze
caressing a chain. The door next to me was cracked. It had a
security key pad on it. Behind the door gleamed an intense shine. I
cracked the door as quietly as I could. I couldn’t make out what
items were in the room, but I saw what looked like whips and other
odd looking paraphernalia. Eager to look inside, I cracked the door
open even further and it made a loud creak.

Dammit.

“
Danica,” he said. His
voice gruff and harsh. I shrieked, unable to speak from the shock.
“What are you doing?” I covered up my breasts and my flower with my
hands.

“
Nothing - looking for the
bath…what is that in your hands?” My curiosity piqued
tenfold.

“
Does this look like the
bathroom to you?” He jumbled the chains in his hands before they
fell onto the sienna, Turkish rug. His eyes were one of qualm and
somber. Unbecoming of him – at least from what I had seen of
him.

I said nothing in response to his question
and sauntered my half naked body over to him. I stood in front of
him and rested my hands on my hips audaciously. “So are these
chains…for me?” My sultry voice blended in with the crackle of the
nearby flames. I bit my bottom lip and scanned his body from head
to toe. This time I towered over him.

He leaned back in his chair. “Danica, it’s
complicated.” His eyes were resting on my supple, tanned legs.

A sheen of lust hissed over the room. I
couldn’t hold back the truth any longer. The truth both of us knew
stood before us but failed to acknowledge.

“
So…you don’t want
to
punish
me
anymore?” I jutted my breasts out to him.

“
Danica…” He stood up, his
eyes were pensive.

“
Harper, it’s okay if you
don’t want me. I guess I wasn’t good enough.” I attempted to turn
around but his hand roughly tugged my elbow, pulling me towards
him.

We stood inches from each other. The fire
between us could start a blaze. Bloodthirst filled his eyes, with
hint of hesitancy.

“
It’s not you, it’s me.
Danica, if I have you…I…with me…Danica you don’t know what you’re
getting into with me.” I grabbed his belt buckle with two fingers
and pulled him closer.

“
Maybe I don’t. But
curiosity has always killed my cat.” Our bodies were pressed
against one another. The heat between us was sweltering.

Our lips collided with each other’s, tasting
his primal desire. My tongue swirled with his. I wanted to bite it,
but I held back. I didn’t want to be overly aggressive. Instead he
bit mine. A small moan escaped my mouth as he pulled away from
me.

“
Danica, when I look at
you…you make me…
do
…things. I just don’t think you’re
ready
.” His breath was hard and
frantic.

The tension between us was suffocating. I
stepped back and put my hands on my hips. “There’s only one way to
find out.”

At that very moment we were two rabid
animals let out the cage – unhinged and starved. I wanted him so
bad, the desire was suffocating me. My body was ripe and juicy -
ready to be picked and eaten. Harper had a look of frenzy, barely
able to contain himself from ripping into my body.

I never imagined I could be scared and horny
at the same time. My mind was a ball of confusion, but my pussy
craved this...wanted this…needed this.

I reached out to unbutton his shirt, but
Harper grabbed my arms pushed them back. His fingers felt like vice
grips on me. This would not be a seductive rendezvous between us.
He took hold of the top of my thong and he didn’t bother to slide
them down – he ripped them in half with his bare hands and hurled
them across the room. His hungry eyes were flickering from the
amber flames. My snatch was ready and willing, in all of its
dripping glory, waiting to be pillaged.

“
Is this what you want?” I
batted my eyelashes at him, taunting him.

He reached between my legs and grasped my
hot, pink slit; wetness pouring onto his palm.

“
Your body is ready, but is
your mind?”

I couldn’t spare another second for him to
plug me up with his manhood. My longing for him had filled to the
brim and my cup was running over.

“
Yes…yes…Harper. I’m ready.
Take me. Take all of me.” He gripped my curvaceous thighs with his
firm hands and pulled me to his chest. His succulent set of lips
grazed my inviting neck up and down. He pulled his shirt over his
head and his rippling torso was finally revealed. It was everything
I imagined – statuesque and ripped. It was made for my hands to
caress. After he unsnapped my bra, the only thing left were his
pants. An enormous bulge protruded.

He pulled his slacks down to the carpet and
out sprang his hardness. It was godly. I licked my lips and
proceeded to get down on my knees, ready to make his shaft
disappear in my mouth. He was oozing with precum.

“
No, Button. I want to feel
myself inside you.” He pulled me up by arms to my feet. He reached
in his pants pocket, removed a condom and hurriedly slid it down
his colossal pipe. His hands clutched my waist and turned me
around. Harper grabbed a chunk of my hair and forced his hand on
the small of my back arching it forward.

His iron rod speared through my needful
tunnel, jolting me forward. I would have keeled over from the
gratification if his hands hadn’t cupped both of my supple breasts.
He thrusted into me relentlessly stretching me out further than I
thought possible. I groaned from the painful pleasure. It was
finally happening – the way I wanted it.

He pumped harder and harder. I threw my ass
back down onto every inch of his erectness. It pulsated more
forcefully with each pelvic thrust. He pushed me down by my spine,
poking my ass up at him. I braced myself against the armchair. His
hands clutched my thin waist and jack hammered his cock deeper into
me, grazing my g-spot.

“
You waited all day for
this. Tell me!” He grunted at me. Harper was a wild bull on the
loose, violently goring me with is horn. I couldn’t make out any
words to speak. I just wanted to survive this sadistic whirlwind of
pain and bliss. “Answer me Danica!” My eyes were rolling in the
back of my head.

“
Yes. Yes! I waited all
fucking day for your cock Harper.” My lungs were pumping so hard,
hyperventilation was my next destination, but I couldn’t stop. I
refused to interrupt the flow of electricity coursing through
me.

“
You refer to me as Boss
when I’m inside you. Understand?” The way Harper fucked me was an
unspeakable horror, but it set my body into flames. I felt alive
for the first time.

“
Yes, Boss!” My hands
gripped the chair’s fabric so hard, nearly tearing the seams out.
He rammed harder into my hot snatch, wanting to pierce my soul with
his cock. Every fiber of my being had been set ablaze.

A stern smack came down on my ass; my eyes
peeled open from the sting.

“
That’s for
insubordination.” He gave another angry smack, making my teeth
click.

“
Yes Boss, I deserve it!” I
rocked up and down, back and forth; my neck swinging in every
direction. His shaft spiked through my pussy with no regard for
human life.

Boss let go of my waist and took hold of my
wrists and held them out straight behind my back. I could feel his
fingernails kneading into my skin. My body flailed helplessly,
jerking forward with each demented, monstrous pump.

“
You don’t sound like you
mean it.” His penis gyrated inside of me, pushing me closer to the
edge of ultimate bliss…and panic. This was unlike anything I had
ever experienced.

He fucked me like was indebted to him. He
fucked me like I was a cheap toy. He fucked me like belonged to him
- then, now and forever. And I didn’t mind one bit.

“
I mean it Boss! I will do
as you say!” I said in between high pitched squeals. He slowed down
his rhythm, pulled my back up to his chest, one hand on my breast
and the other furiously massaging my clitoris. I tried for dear
life to not collapse from the ecstasy. He sped up, pummeling my
tender channel with his blistering wood. When he pinched my nipple
and my clit simultaneously, I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Oh my fucking God, Harper. I’m going to…”

“
Boss! You’re going to
what?”

“
Boss, I’m fucking…I’m
going to cum so hard!” My eyes only saw white. All sounds became
muted. I couldn’t remember my name. I only knew his – Boss. Our
moans mixed with each other’s, harmoniously making a sinful melody.
My pussy convulsed, searing my veins with white hot pleasure. He
still hammered into me like a rabid dog, my ass still plopping down
on him. My sweaty limbs were giving out from the paradise. He let
out a tremendous groan as his stomach clenched and then
jerked.
I could feel his massive head
vibrate inside the latex sheath, spurting load after load of hot
semen. I wish he filled my pussy his seed instead.

Beads of his sweat dripped
on my back and rivered down my thigh. It was boiling. Our haughty
breaths subsided each passing moment. I slithered on to the floor.
Spent. Satisfied. Bewildered. I looked at him in awe…and in fear.
This man took me to another dimension of sex I didn’t know
achievable. It was decided – I would be his, no questions
asked.

“
That’s my Button.” He
looked down at me with a well deserved smirk.

Boss
broke
me.

***

Still trying to catch my
breath and calm my palpitating heart, Harper put his slacks on,
took his suit jacket off the back of the couch and wrapped it
around my body so I wouldn’t catch a chill.

He sat down on the chair
next to where I lay; a look of contentment on his face. “Danica, I
can’t apologize for being a bit rough. It’s who I am. It’s in my
nature.”

“
You don’t have to
apologize for it. Period. I want to explore it with
you.”

He pecked my forehead with
a kiss. “Good. I feel relieved, but I have to confess
something.”

What next? Was he testing me again? I don’t
think my mind or body could take another rollercoaster ride of his.
I looked at him wincing.

“
I’ve been following you for years, waiting for the right time.
You were ripe but I wasn’t sure if you were ready. I chose to buy
this team because of you. Not because it’s a good investment.
Because of you Danica. The first time we met, I knew you’d be mine
someday.”

“
We met before?”

“
Super Bowl Weekend in
Miami a few years back.”

“
I’m sorry Harper, I don’t
ever recall meeting you.”

“
It was in passing. You’re
a pretty girl and know you’ve met other wealthy, handsome men. And
I’m wealthy and I’ve met countless pretty women. But you stood out.
The way you walked into that room…every star athlete, politician,
actor – you had them on a string. Every last one of them –
including me.”

“
You…remembered me all this
time?”

“
I did. It was your eyes.
They told a story. A story of unconscious dissatisfaction. A story
that said you longed for someone to lead you, someone to take
control. I never forgot that look.”

I didn’t know what to say. I never had a man
so enchanted over me.