Romance: The Billionaire Alpha Collection (6 page)

Chapter 9

Another hour passes, and I still lie in complete darkness listening out for footsteps, unable to relax at all.

Don’t most things happen in the dark?

Bryce returns strolling in, looking glamorous.

He’s changed his clothes from the blue jeans and white shirt to a black tuxedo, complete with white dress shirt and white bow tie. I hate bow ties, but he even manages to make them sexy.

I so want to ask him for a Martini. “Aha, you’re back. What this time? Pudding?”

Bryce smiles wickedly. “You could say that.”

He removes his jacket, folds it, and places it with care over the back of the chair.

The white shirt is tight across his biceps and chest, and an intimate throb means I need to pull my knees together, which is impossible.

“Time for something a little more...intimate.” His eyebrow rises as he leans over me, looking deep into my eyes. “I’m going to touch you now, Amelia.”

My mouth refuses to work.

I mean, I expected he hired me for sex; that was the understanding.

Over the past few hours however, I’ve convinced myself that this guy wanted to wait on a naked plain-looking woman in private.

I remain silent, staring back at my employer, and the moment he first lays his hands on my breasts, I inhale and hold on to the breath.

His touch sends sensations pulsing through my whole body.

I knew this was coming but…

Oh…

Bryce slowly moves his smooth palms around my breast and up over my shoulders and arms, all the time watching my expression change. “Do you enjoy having my hands on you?”

My mouth won’t work at first but when I find my voice, I don’t tell him the truth. “I...I’m just relieved to see no whips or nipple clamps anywhere.”

His eyes widen. “I can get some if you like. I have numerous toys, just not in here.”

His hands keep moving, circling my stomach.

Oh no.

“No. No harm should come to me, remember?” I can’t decide if toys sound hellish or horny as hell when I imagine them in Bryce’s hands.

He steals eye contact away and his hands glide down my body, over my upper thighs, then lower, to my feet.

At the end of the bed, hands on my ankles, he stares at my weeping sex.

The stoic face is stoic no more.

He flushes, his breathing deepens, and his eyes darken.

I want to close my legs but I can’t. I just lie letting him stare at my female form.

He crawls onto the bed, eyes rising up to my face, and growls, “All mine.”

I can’t help but tug at the silk sheaths, wanting to join in, to participate, as I normally would in bed with a man.

This isn’t normal.

This man is not a boyfriend; I remind myself he’s paying me to relinquish all control.

Images in my mind make my sex seep its juices, but leave residual guilt in the mix.

How much relinquishing control excites me, arouses me, in this new way is difficult to for me to grasp.

There’s a freedom to it, a mysterious strength.

And the more I relinquish control and admit that I have no choices, that I’m not culpable, the more my guilt fades away.

Of course, a part of me still wants to wrap my legs around his neck and pull his face down between my legs.

He creeps up past my sex, straddling his knees on either side of my waist, and lowers his perfect face and his licked lips down to my nipples.

His breath on them makes my back arch, pushing them closer to his mouth—a purely instinctual reaction.

When his full lips envelope one bud with moist warmth, I can’t help but groan with pleasure.

His hand reaches behind himself and without hesitation, strokes my sex as one might stroke the fur on a pet.

Then…

Oh…

He sinks his finger inside me and a moment later, he sits up and sucks my juices from it.

He’s so sexy, and he was right.

If I were untied, I’d be such a bad girl right now.

With deep. husky tones he tells me, “I knew you’d taste sweet, Amelia. When I first saw you, part of you asked me to remove the heavy burden of responsibility, so you could enjoy submission in spite of yourself.”

“What part of me spoke to you, Bryce? I don’t recall the conversation.”

Does it take a pervert to know one?

He climbs off and sits next to me, still on the bed. “Not sure. Your eyes, maybe.” While glaring into them, he adds, “You have the darkest eyes I think I’ve ever seen, Amelia. And they’re so communicative.”

Lost in his stare, I’m unaware of his hand moving down my body until he slips two fingers deep inside me.

I gasp at his casual penetration, and at the pleasure.

Until then, I never realized quite how much I needed to let go.

Wow…

“See, so expressive. They tell me you want this from me. Am I right?”

I shouldn’t, but I have to tell the truth. I sigh. “Yes… Yes.”

“You love how I’m in charge of what’s happening to you. Say it.” His adept digits smooth over and around the spongy pad inside, sending shockwaves throughout my core.

I can’t speak; I only want to feel.

“Say thank you for taking away the burden. With such good manners, you must be dying to say thank you.”

I can’t, I won’t admit how right he is.

“Ah...” I sigh again.

I can’t help myself.

I grind down and clench my muscles around the fingers, so greedy for the strong sensations they stimulate.

“Thank... thank you.”

Bryce grins, silencing my voice with a kiss while expertly finger-fucking me almost to the brink of release.

“Such a good girl, for me. But it’s not time for you to cum.” He stops the motion and withdraws. “Not yet.”

“Why?” I beg. “What are you doing to me?”

I loathe myself for needing him inside me so desperately, and he licks his fingers again.

“Good girls are patient. And pleasure is more rewarding once desire is layered.”

I’m so frustrated.

“What? Layered?” I exhale and writhe as my juices leak over the bed.

“The release of layers of need is far more worthwhile than a quickie, don’t you think? I know you think you’re frigid, but from what I’ve seen...” He tilts his head and strokes my hair. “You’re wrong.”

I want to cry and cum and laugh. He sees me in ways no one else has, even myself.

“I don’t understand any of this.”

“It’s simple. You shouldn’t be ashamed to enjoy being controlled like this, because...” He strokes a strand of hair out of my face. “It is either in your nature or it’s not. I’m thrilled to say, submission certainly is in yours.”

“No.” A growl works its way up from my stomach. “You’re wrong.” I can’t be the kind of weak-willed woman who needs a bloody man to lead me in everything. “Dead wrong.”

His gaze covers my face at a steady pace.

“The longer you struggle with your identity, the longer it will take for your release. You’re a willful submissive, a rare combination, and you’re beautiful.”

I want to slap him and kiss him; he is infuriating.

He replaces his jacket and leaves me alone to think over all he’s done and said, but I am frustrated and confused about everything.

Alone again.

Chapter 10

The din of classical music and voices comes from way beyond my room after several doorbell chimes, and I wonder what’s going on.

A party?

He’s having a party while I’m tied up in here?

What the hell?

Bryce returns much sooner this time, saying, “I must be quick.”

By leaving me to stew quite literally in my own juices, he’d left me with a headache.

Thankfully, perhaps because he notices my need or the hope shining in my eyes, or because this is his plan all along, he wastes no time.

His jacket and this time his trousers, too, both fly through the air and I pant with hope he will finally be inside me.

I don’t care if this situation is weird, or if he’s weird, or if wanting him makes me weird, or weak, or even a submissive—I want him.

“Your shirt too?” I say.

What can I say?

I want to see all of him.

He glares, breathless with his own enthusiasm. “Don’t speak. I can’t take long.”

Bryce climbs up on the bed.

Working up from the base, he kisses my legs quickly from my feet until he reaches my glorious wetness.

He says, “So pretty, so deprived,” slipping a finger deep inside me, and I clench down on it. He kneads my swollen clit with his thumb at the same time as his finger rubs my G-spot.

Incredible. “Ah,” I moan, rotating my hips as the warmth of arousal throbs from each pleasure point, still so sensitive from earlier.

Soon, he switches his thumb for his greedy tongue, and I think I might cum over his face.

His tongue circles and flicks my clit, punctuating these movements with a suckling action while maintaining the perfect thrusts of up to three inserted fingers.

“I’m going to cum, oh yes.” He quickens his movements, and his suckling deepens. “Yeah, ah...”

I have the first virginal orgasm of my life, and the first orgasm in far too long.

The release is astounding.

My body feels free.

Yes…

I am free.

My mind is empty.

He climbs off the bed and redresses.

As he does, I’m distracted by the rhythmic waves of pleasure inside me, and the increasing volume coming from somewhere else in the house.

Without a word, Bryce leaves me again.

This time, in his hurry he leaves the door slightly ajar.

I hear voices, laughter, and Bryce giving someone orders to clean something up.

A spillage.

I don’t care.

I just wish he would come back to me.

Chapter 11

A few minutes later, he does return.

“I forgot to give you more water.”

He holds my head up and pops the straw in my mouth.

When he demands me to “Suck it for me,” I choke and spit the water out, shocked by the connotation.

I admit it made me snigger, too.

“Watch the tux.” He wipes the water I sprayed onto his jacket, and I see him trying not to laugh.

“Sorry, but come on,” I say. “Didn’t you mean me to laugh? You know what you said...”

“No. Drink the water.” He tries again, popping the straw in my mouth and leaning over me with a softer expression. “And without spitting it at me this time.”

I swallow several gulps, but it’s not as refreshing at room temperature. “Enough, thanks.”

He replaces the bottle on the bedside table and offers me another of his rare smiles, though this one is more in his eyes than on his mouth.

I want too much for him to kiss me, to feel his tongue wrap around mine.

I gulp back my need. “What’s the noise outside?”

“Nothing, just another boring party for federal politicians, at my expense.”

“What?”

I am in shock.

He raises his hand. “Don’t worry, they don’t know you’re here. I’ve got to kiss a lot of ass to stay this rich, so you’re my secret entertainment for the night. You’re being paid to get me through the drudgery, Amelia.”

I remember the cash, realizing I’d forgotten about the reason for being there for a while.

It makes me feel dirty all over again. “So you’re selling yourself, too?”

He frowns and shrugs. “Pretty much. Everyone successful person will sell their ass at some point. Fact of life.”

“Hey, my ass is off limits, yeah?”

“Today perhaps.” He winks, definitely hinting at seeing me again, which makes me smile, damn it. “But you’re entertainment enough without giving me your ass tonight.”

“How entertaining can I be lying here like this?” I so want to jump his bones and entertain us both.

“You’d be surprised by how entertaining you could be in this position, Amelia. In any position. You underestimate yourself.” He checks his watch, smiles, and locks the door.

Returning to me, he slowly unzips his trousers and pushes his hand beyond the opening. “In fact...”

More juices ooze from my sex and I know he can see, but I’m so aroused I don’t care.

In contrast, anticipation dries my mouth so I lick my lips, imagining what he might taste like and what his next move might be.

I want him to...I gulp when he pulls out his clean, long, sturdy cock. Studying my expression as I feast my eyes on him, he says, “We want the same thing...”

“We do...?” My breathing deepens as I drag my gaze from his cock to his face. “What do you want?”

“Would you like to savor my meat, Amelia?” He massages his cock back and forth, legs wide. “Such a pretty mouth...perfect to take my meat.”

Eyes back on the prize, I simply smile, nod my head, and gulp on my own saliva as his cock nears my mouth.

He straddles me, knee on either side of my head—though he’s careful to move my hair up so he neither kneels on it or soils it—and leans over until his cock sinks deep into my mouth and pokes the back of my throat.

I wrap my lips around him and suck him like a lollipop.

“Yes… you’re even sexier with my cock in your mouth.”

Rolling my tongue around his girth, I long for the freedom of my arms to hold him, of head movement to give him a better blowjob.

But he seems content to leave it in my mouth while I lick and engulf him.

“You got me so horny I’m already... Amelia.” He throws back his head. “Ah...”

The warm, salty juices shoot from inside him, into my mouth, and down my throat.

“Good girl,” he says, thrusting into my mouth. “Drink it all up.”

I swallow his seed, trying not to choke or bite down as he continues to give every drop of himself to me.

When he is drained, he wipes the last drips over my lips like a salty lip-gloss and climbs off.

“You like my cock, don’t you?” he says while untying my hands.

“More than I should.” I want much more of him and his cock, but wonder why he is untying me.

“Good girl.” He leans over me to untie the other hand and as he does, he sneaks a kiss on the tip of my nose.

Instinct told me to move my mouth up to kiss his, but I miss the chance.

Instead, he grins. “I think you deserve a little dessert before you go.”

“Sounds perfect...”

At last, we’re going to make love.

With weak arms, I reach for his now flaccid cock, wanting to get to work on making him hard again. He moves to the bottom of the bed to untie my feet before I get a chance.

“Let the blood circulate. The perfect dress is hung in the other room,” he states.

“Dress?” I look at mine on the floor.

“Ah, yours is lovely, but it needs a bra. To wear it in public.”

“You told me not to wear one.”

Why does he want me to get dressed?

More kinky games?

“Yes, I did. I didn’t expect you to be so...didn’t expect to want you to. Oh, it doesn’t matter. No time to explain.” He checks himself in the dresser mirror. “You can use your own shoes, and um...” Allowing a glimpse at me still naked on the bed, he says, “You should refresh your lipstick.”

His eyes sparkle in my direction before walking out, leaving me frustrated, naked, with arms wrapped around my breasts and one leg crossed over the other.

What now?