If You Dare - A BDSM Billionaire Erotic Romance Novel (15 page)

She could feel the heat burning in the
pit of her stomach and as it spread throughout her body her pussy
felt as though it was vibrating as Dawson slid in and out of her.
She wished they could be completely naked so that she could feel
his skin next to hers, but she could still appreciate the warmth of
his lower body as it moved against hers.

“That. Feels. So. Good.” Her words
were punctuated by the force of him pushing into her, and as he
slid over her G-spot again and again she felt a pressure building
up deep within her. Her legs started to shake and she was so glad
that she could hang on to the sink for support.

Dawson grunted in agreement and his
grip on her hip tightened as his own climax drew closer. “Come for
me, Zoe,” he panted, not losing his momentum but fighting to
control the impending orgasm that bubbled away in his balls as it
threatened to break free. “Come for me now.”

Zoe could hear the desperation in his
voice and the knowledge that he was as close to coming as she was
finished her off. Her pussy tightened its grip on his cock as she
soaked him in her warm juices and panted through her release,
longing to yell out loud but remembering just in time where they
were. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

“Oh yeah! That’s my girl.” Dawson felt
her pussy contract around his shaft as her warm sticky juices
coated his balls and trickled down the tops of her thighs. With a
final thrust, he let his own orgasm free and just remembered to
pull out of her in time to watch as it spurted out over the cheeks
of her arse. He used one hand to milk the last drop from his
softening cock, while the other gripped onto the countertop by the
side of the sink.

“Jesus Christ.” Dawson gulped in
mouthfuls of air and watched her do the same as she slid bonelessly
to the floor; her legs too weak to hold her up any
longer.

Zoe looked up at him with a bemused
expression on her face. “Don’t look now, Dawson but I think we just
joined the mile high club.”

Dawson guffawed with laughter and then
clapped a hand to his mouth to try and stifle the sound. “I won’t
tell anyone if you don’t.” He reached for a stack of paper towels
and handed some down to Zoe before getting some more and cleaning
himself off with them.

Zoe held up a hand and wiggled her
fingers in the air as she indicated that she needed a little bit of
help. There was no way she could have got to her feet under her own
steam, not with the way her legs were still shaking. As she stood
up Dawson started laughing again, holding onto his ribs as though
they were aching from mirth. “What’s so bloody funny?” Zoe was
laughing with him, but she didn’t have a clue what they were
laughing at.

“I don’t think paper towels are going
to be enough somehow. I kind of made a mess all over your ass, and
when you sat down on the floor your dress stuck to it.”

He was doing his best to stop laughing
but was failing miserably, and for the life of her Zoe couldn’t be
mad at him. This was the first time she had ever seen him relax
enough to actually laugh, and there was no way she was going to try
and stop him. He looked younger somehow, and she made a personal
note to make him laugh at least once a month when they met for
their meetings.

“Turn around. Let me see if I can
help.” Dawson put some of the paper towels under the tap to get
them wet and then tried valiantly to mop up the mess he had made on
Zoe’s ass.

“Let you help? You’re the one that
made the mess in the first place.” Zoe was still laughing and
Dawson gave her bum a quick swat with the palm of his
hand.

“Less of your cheek madam, or I might
fire you.”

“I’ll quit before I let that happen.
I’m good at that, remember?” She probably shouldn’t have reminded
him about how she’d tried to blackmail him when she’d quit, but a
quick look at his face in the reflection of the mirror let her know
that he had taken her joke for what it was.

Dawson finished cleaning her up as
best he could and then pulled her dress back down over her hips. He
bent down and retrieved their underwear from the floor, handing her
panties to her before putting his own boxers back on. By the time
he’d pulled his trousers on and done them up, Zoe had rinsed her
face and finger combed her hair in an effort to make it look like
she hadn’t just been thoroughly fucked in the airplane’s
bathroom.

“Do you want me to go out first to
make sure the coast is clear?”

She breathed a sigh of relief at
Dawson’s words. Zoe would have been mortified if she stepped out of
the room and bumped into one of the flight attendants. “If you
wouldn’t mind.” She nodded her head at Dawson.

Dawson straightened his clothes up and
gave himself a quick once over in the mirror, then walked to Zoe
and pulled her into him for a quick kiss. “Count to fifty and then
follow me out.”

Zoe chuckled at that. He made it sound
like they were on a top-secret mission or something, and she had to
admit to liking it and to liking this side of him. She held her
breath as Dawson opened the door and stuck his head out to make
sure the coast was clear before quickly and silently exiting the
room, pulling the door closed behind him. She waited for the
allotted time and then opened the door and followed him out,
walking back to her chair quickly and trying not to notice when the
gentleman who was sat with his wife gave her a knowing wink as she
passed him.

As she sat back down in her seat,
Dawson leaned towards her. “I think our champagne went flat. Shall
I order another bottle?”

“That would be nice, thank you.” Zoe
smiled at him and then continued, “After all, I am celebrating. I
just got offered this amazing job working for a man who’s a
complete asshole and a control freak, but who has definite
potential when he lets himself go.”

Dawson reached to press the button
that would call the flight attendant to them, and then he turned to
look at her again with a matching smile on his face. “Well I hope
that he appreciates the fact that he has somebody with so much
potential working for him. Just don’t go hoping that you are going
to be able to completely change him, because in my experience I can
tell you now that it won’t happen.” The attendant arrived and then
hurried off to fetch the champagne that Dawson asked
for.

“Oh I wouldn’t want him to change
completely. I quite like the freaky side of him, especially when
he’s teaching me things that I didn’t know about
myself.”

“In that case it sounds like the
perfect position for you.” Their champagne arrived and Dawson
poured them both a fresh glass. “I believe a toast is in order.
Here’s to new jobs, better prospects and new experiences. May all
three of them be as freaky as you want them, as exciting as you
need them and as fulfilling as both you and your new boss would
like them to be.”

Zoe smiled as they chinked their
glasses together. “I’ll definitely drink to that.”

Evelyn Troy