The Billionaire's Bet #4: A Final Game (Erotic Romance with alpha male) (3 page)

He kissed me on my forehead. “Then don’t. Stay with me. I’ll never let anyone hurt you again. You’re the only thing that matters to me right now. I’ll keep you safe. I promise.”

I took a deep breath and accepted my feelings. I wasn’t going to leave his side again. I couldn’t. I needed him in my life, just as he needed me, and if that meant having to deal with drugs and other shit, it was a price I was willing to pay. He was worth it.

When we were both dressed again, we sat down at my small table for a cup of coffee.

“What do we do now?” I asked.

He drank a sip before answering. “We can’t go back to my house. They know where we live. It
’s not safe there.”

“But what else? You can’t mean to stay here, in this room. I mean, it’s nice, but not nearly big enough for one person, let alone two.”

“I know, but I’ve got a temporary solution for this whole situation.”

I raised m
y eyebrows. “Oh, really? What?”

His eyes narrowed. “You’ll see.”

I blew the steam off my coffee, thinking about what he meant with that.

“I just don’t understand how they could’ve known. I didn’t give them anything.”

I swallowed down the hot coffee, and as the liquid heated my throat, I realized the truth. I knew why they’d found out where we lived. It was my fault. The only person who could’ve known was Daisy. I told her where we lived and she came over. She was the only one who could’ve told them.

I gulped down more coffee and put my cup back down. I couldn’t look him in the eye, knowing what I had done. I didn’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner. Maybe a part of me wanted to forget about it. Deny it, for the sake of my sanity. But I couldn’t hide it any longer.

“Julie, what’s wrong?” He bent his head to look into my eyes, but I averted them. His hand reached for mine, but I slipped out from under his touch.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he said.

I pursed my lips and started biting them. Frowning, I fought back the tears. I thought I could trust that woman, but in the end she was the one who betrayed me.

“Julie, if you don’t tell me I will punish you.” His voice sounded insisted and demanding.

I swallowed back the fear. I knew I’d given away the fact that I knew something. “I know how they found out.”

Now he was the o
ne frowning. “What? How? When?”

“Do you remember the woman who spoke to me in the club? At the play party? She said she would help me with the submissive things, and I thought I could trust her.”

Dominic’s hand drew back from the table. I didn’t dare look at him, while I confessed.

“
I invited her over …” I whispered.

A
tear trickled down my face.

Dominic’s mouth dropped open.
His hand curled up into a fist, and he stomped on the table. I jolted up in my seat from the sudden bang.

“You did what?” he snapped.

“I’m sorry,” I said, whimpering.

“You let someone into my house without my permission?” he said, his teeth grinding.

“Yes, and I’m sorry, Dominic. I really am. I was so afraid to tell you, but now I realize it’s part of the problem.” I tried to look him in the eye, but the flame burning inside them scared me.

“Damn right it is.” He leaned back in his chair and folded his arm together. Snorting, he closed his eyes to think.

After a while, Dominic opened his mouth again. “Are you sure that’s how they found out?”

I n
odded.

“Ah, Jesus Christ …” he ran his fingers through his hair and blinked a couple of times, processing the information.
“If that’s true, then that means the play party is infiltrated.”

“It could be … I don’t know. I have no proof she is involved, only this very suspicious coincidence.”

“Shit! I was the one who brought you there,” he said. I could see his eyes starting to water. He blamed himself even more now.

“We couldn’t have known,” I said, trying to calm him down.

“How did you two talk? I mean, if you invited her without me knowing, you must’ve had contact somehow.”

Immediately realizing I might have more information, I took my phone from my purse. “She gave me her number.”

I scrolled through the numbers, but Dominic snatched the phone from my hand. He pressed a button and held the phone against his ear. He was calling her. My heart was racing, bile rising up in my throat at the mere thought.

After a while, he put it back down and pressed the butt
on again. “The line’s cut off.”

I snorted. “Of course, how convenient.”

“Got anything else?”

“No, not that I can think of. Her name was Daisy, she wore a mask during the play party and had long, blonde, curly hair. Not much else I can remember. It’s not like I was actually friends with her, although
she insisted we were.”

“Doesn’t ring a bell …” Dominic muttered.

I sighed. “But what do we do now?”

“I’ll pass the information over to Sharon. Maybe she can do something with it. In the mean time we’re gon
na have to move out of my house, starting today, just to be safe.”

***

As the assistants and movers packed everything Dominic owned, he stood there, watching the whole ordeal. With slumped shoulders he gazed at his windows. I knew it wouldn’t be permanent, but it was sad to see. Leaving this place felt like we were letting go of a piece of us.

I placed my hand on his shoulder and felt him shudder. I knew he was crying. He didn’t want me to see.

When they were done, we said our final goodbye’s to the house, for now. Until we’d be certain it was safe to live in again.

The drive to our new place was long and tedious. I didn’t know where we were going, but was afraid to ask as well. I chose to stay quiet so he could think and process what was happening. Dominic had been devastated by the fact that he had to leave his home
, and that it turned out to be partially my fault. I didn’t want him to suffer anymore.

The car stopped at the casino
, and I wondered what we were doing here. I told him my room wasn’t big enough for the both of us to live there; what was he thinking?

The driver let me out of the car
, and the assistants were already running in with our bags. I gaped at the entrance, trying to understand what his plan was. “What are we doing here?” I asked.

“You’ll see.” Dominic hooked his arm through mine and walked me through the corridor. People stared at the escort we were getting, from both guards and movers. It must’ve looked pretty weird.

We went up the elevator, while the movers went with another. The wait seemed indefinite. When the doors opened, I noticed we were on the top floor, the same place where his office was. There were no other rooms in this corridor, only one, and it got me confused.

I frowned, but Dominic shushed me
before I could speak up. “Ah, ah. Don’t ask, you’ll see soon enough.”

He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward his office. The door was wide open
, and I still didn’t understand what all this was about. All I could see was his office, with the usual wooden desk and fancy leather seat, with the beautiful skyline visible through the window in the back. I rolled my eyes.

Dominic pressed a button right next to the door. A long square piece of wall came loose like a convertible car and slid sideways. I gaped at the room appearing behind it.

“A boss has got to have a secret lair, am I right?” Dominic said, laughing out loud.

I snorted and walked forward into the hole that had appeared.

“Guess you’re fun meter is empty,” he said.

“Oh, ha ha, very funny.”

I looked around. This place was huge. The laminated floor was shiny and looked so clean you could eat from it. White couches stood in the middle with an expensive coffee table in between. There were barely any walls, only windows through which I could see the entire city. There was even a staircase probably leading up to his bedroom. This was all behind a tiny office, hiding on the same floor, like it didn’t even exist.

I swallowed. How did I not know about this?

“You mean to tell me you’ve been hiding this all the time?” I said.

“Well, I needed to have something to fall back on. Besides, nothing beats a little
bit of privacy now and then. Being able to pull back into my own little world for a while does wonders for my blood pressure.” On his face appeared a cheesy smile.

He pressed a button on the wall inside the home again, and the wall piece promptly closed, trapping us inside.

“So, do you like it?” he asked.

I was still a bit flabbergasted. “I uh … I guess.”

He walked up beside me and took my hand. “I’ll show you around. Get you used to your new home.”

Home. The word sounded so arbitrary. Especially considering the amount of times I’d moved over the last couple of months.

He showed me the kitchen which was around the corner. No doors anywhere. Nice wooden counters though and the light that came in through the windows made the place so bright.

We went upstairs, and to the right was the bathroom, which had a see-through glass cubicle and a bathtub that was built into the floor. To our left was hollow wall, which I think had a king size mattress in it.

“Is that the bed?” I said, gaping.

Dominic nodded,
and then laughed when he saw my face.

“But it’s a wall!”

“A wall … with a bed.” He patted my back. “And it’s quite soft, too, actually.”

“We’re going to sleep in here? In the
wall? You call this a bedroom?”

“Yes, this is our bed, unless you’d like to sleep on the couch, but that’s not really an option, now is it?”

I rolled my eyes. “You think of some crazy shit, Dom.”

“I like designer stuff. Can’t help it,” he mused.
“Come, I want to show you something.”

He grabbed my hand and dragged me
farther down the hall. We stopped right in front of an open room. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was an exact replica of the playroom in his old house.

My mouth dropped open.

“Impressive isn’t it? I just had to have this built. Can’t do without it, I’m afraid.”

“Jesus. When you said we were moving, I didn’t think you’d actually rebuild your fantasy house. You’re prepared for everything, aren’t you?”

He chuckled. “I’m a dominator, Julie. I live for it.” He put his arm around my waist and reeled me in. “There is nothing better in the world than having a kinky session with my girlfriend. Me and the toys are one. Where I go, they come.” He winked at me and kissed me on the lips. It was short but sweet, not overly racy. I could feel his passion seeping through.

It didn’t last long though. He moved forward and grabbed something leathery hanging from the wall. My collar. He held it in front of my eyes.

“You kept it?”

“I gave it to you. It belongs to you, even if you left it with me, it will always remind me of you.” He unlocked the collar. “I was hoping I could make you mine again.” Dominic looked at me with those bright blue eyes, so sincerely and full of hope. He was really opening up here, showing me that he needed me, even after I’d left him.

I needed him, too.

I took a deep breath and nodded. Dominic smiled and gently nudged aside my hair to make room for the collar. His fingers tickled my skin as he put the collar around my neck again. When he withdrew, his hand lingered on my cheek and he brushed his fingers across. The genuinely happy smile on his face melted my insides.

I’d made my decision. I was his. I was going to stay with him. No matter the cost.

After dinner, I was preparing our dessert, because I wanted to cook something special for him.
Chocolate soufflé with whipped cream. I arranged the plates, when Dominic appeared behind me and snatched the canned whip cream from the counter.

“Hey!” I yelled, turning around.

He opened the lid, then his mouth and squirted it inside. A stupid smile appeared on his face when he swallowed it all. “Hmm …”

I rolled my eyes and held out my hand. “C’mon, I need that.”

“Yeah, you’re right, you do.” He pressed his thumb down on my chin and forced my mouth to open. Then he held the can above my mouth and filled it up with whip cream.

He laughed when I could barely swallow the lump. Half my face was slathered with the cream.

“Dom!” I said, licking my lips.

“Hey, nothing wrong with having a little fun.” He held up his hands.
“Aw, you have something on your face. Here, let me,” he said, and he wiped his finger along my cheek. Then he put that same finger into my mouth. “Never waste the good stuff.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m trying to get our dessert finished.” I pried the canned whip cream from his hand and turned around toward the kitchen counter again.

“I know,” he said.

His warm hands slithered around my waist and wrapped around me. Dominic left a small peck on my shoulder. He nuzzled my neck, sniffing, smelling the leather that bound me to him.
His fingers squeezed me, as he hummed against my ear.

“I love the smell of leather. And food.
Hmm … Leather and food, now that’s a good combination.”

I gasped when his lips left subtle marks on my skin. So feathery, so gentle, it made blood rush to my cheeks. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations.

His lips disappeared. I heard a rattling sound, and he pulled on my collar. Something clicked.

“What are you doing, Dom?”

“Demanding your attention.”

My hand drifted to the back of my neck. I could feel a chain.

“Nothing to be afraid of,” he murmured close to my ear.

When he tugged the chain, my head tilted backward, and he used the opportunity to kiss me on my jaw.
He let go of me and picked up a fork from the counter. He pricked it into one of the soufflés and brought a piece to my mouth, coaxing me to open up. He slid the piece inside.

“Is it good?” he asked.

I swallowed the delicious piece of fluffy chocolate down and nodded.

“
Better with the cream,” he said.

He picked up the can again and topped the entire soufflé with a huge am
ount of cream. It dripped off. Dominic took another piece with the fork and put it in my mouth again. I chortled. The cream and chocolate were all over the place.

“Dom,” I muttered, but I could barely speak from all the food in my mouth.

Why is he tormenting me so?

Suddenly he spun
me around, the collar turning around my neck, and he pressed his lips on top of mine. The chocolate was good. His taste was even better. Mix the two and it was an explosion of hotness.

He licked up what was left on my lips and started sucking the chocolate and cream off my face.
The chain was now on the front of my neck and he used it to keep me close. He was voracious and it felt like he tried to eat me up. It made me giggle. I bit my lip, realizing he was playing a game with me. A game of seduction.

When he was done, I only wanted more. I looked at him and he narrowed his eyes. I knew he’d seen the bashful look in mine.

I snatched the whipped cream away from his hand and spouted some onto my finger. A coy smile came onto his face. I held my finger up in the air for him to see, tempting him to do something about the mess I’d made.

He chuckled and gently took my finger and brought it to his lips. He opened his mouth and sucked on my finger, reminding me of what he could do with those lips somewhere else. Somewhere way more sensitive.

I shivered when he let me go again.

“There’s one thing I love more than whipped cream,” he said.

“What’s that?”

Dominic
snagged the can from my hands. “Whipped cream on you.”

He ripped my shirt down and my boobs came spilling out. He squirted the can onto my nipples and all over my breasts. I squealed from the sudden invasion and coldness. He threw the can away and set his carnal eyes on me.

He lunged forward, grasped my breasts and started licking them furiously. He sucked and licked my nipples until they were hard and kissed every part of me that was slathered. I moaned and leaned against the counter, feeling his tongue flick back and forth. He licked everything off me until I was clean.

He groaned when he was done
, and after he came back up, I could see the protruding bulge in his pants. He cocked his head and bit his lip.

“Better get you cleaned up,” he said.

He picked me up, and I squealed. He hauled me upstairs, into the bathroom, and started peeling off my clothes one by one.

“But we weren’t done eating yet!” I yelp
ed in between being stripped naked.

“Don’t care. It won’t go anywhere. On
the other hand, you will,” he growled.

He pushed me into the cubicle and turned on the faucet.
Then he secured the chain to a rail inside the cubicle. He was getting dominant again, his voice all low and gruff. I liked it.

Dominic
took off all his clothes in a hurry. He came into the cubicle and closed it behind him, standing right in front of me. It was small in here, and his legs and arms touched mine. They were warm and damp, and I wanted to attack him right then and there. As I leaned forward, he held his finger against my lips.

“No, Julie.”

“I just want to kiss you.”

He raised his eyebrows. “I’m your master, you’ll do as I say.”

He picked up a bottle of shower gel, which he squirted all over his hands. He started washing me from top to bottom, rinsing it off as he went along. He turned me around and lingered on my butt a little, leaving a slap along the way. He spun me around a few times, coating my entire body in soap. My face went under water a couple of times as well, until I was squeaky clean.

I looked down to avoid the water splashing in my eyes and noticed his cock was rigid. It was almost beckoning me to do something with it.

“Master …” I said with my softest voice. “Let me pleasure you.”

He stopped and his hands dropped to his side. “You know how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that to me?” He pulled the chain and made me look at him. “To have you offer yourself to me like this?”

I blushed from his words.

“It’s the ultimate form of domination. That you’re willing to give me anything, just to please me.” His fingers slid across my face and he lingered on my lips, pulling them down as he went as if he was savoring them.

“I love you, Julie,” he said, and he leaned over and gave me a kiss. It wasn’t soft this time. He kissed me with a hunger I hadn’t felt before. He grasped me tight, his eyes raging. When he took his lips off me again, he looked at me for a second.

“I’ll let you pleasure me, and you know what? I’m in the mood to do the same to you.”
He reached for the shower head behind me and pulled it off the wall. He placed it between my feet and untied the chain from the rail. He put his hands on my shoulders and nudged me down. I knew what he wanted me to do.

First I went slow, teasing him with my lips and fingers. He hissed and bit his lip each time I went a little
farther. My mouth circled over his tip and the taste of him got me all riled up.

The water from the shower
gushed against my sex, and my senses were on high alert. I could feel every trickle and water spout as it set me ablaze. It made me want to go down on him hard.

I sucked his tip and moved
farther down his member. He moaned as I worked his erect shaft that pulsated in my mouth. He clutched the chain tight as I licked faster and faster. He pulled me closer to him, almost demanding that I’d take him whole.

Dominic started moving along with my tongue, unable to withhold himself from thrusting. I knew he wanted it, and so did I. I hungered for him like he was my chocolate and whip cream.

I kissed, sucked and licked as hard as I could, feeling the water jet against my pussy. It was turning me on so much that I had the feeling I was about to burst. I recognized this. It was an impending orgasm.

“My god, you’re so good,” Dominic muttered.

In between strokes I tried to focus on him instead of my own pleasure, but it was a growing feeling in my core I couldn’t ignore. I tried making him come faster so we could stop, because I knew I wasn’t supposed to just come. I needed his permission.

He drew sharp breaths and his body
rocked back and forth along with my mouth. The chain was tightened once more and now I was almost at his base. With his free hand he grasped my hair and helped me suck him. His back arched and a groan escaped his mouth.

I could feel his cum shoot into me and swallowed it, but when he came, so did I.

His sweet agony created a flood of pleasure down below. I moaned loudly when we came together. His warm seed spouted into me, while I sucked him, and I enjoyed the spraying of the water against my nub at the same time. My body convulsed with my contracting muscles and I could no longer support myself. My hands clenched his legs, and I gasped for air.

As he withdrew his deflating cock from my mouth his eyes lowered and he looked at me. I knew he saw me breathing heavily, clamping onto him, my thighs squeezed together, and my body shivering.

His eyes narrowed. “You came, didn’t you?”

I scrunched my lips together. “Yes, master.”

Furrowing his brows, he said, “I never gave you permission.”

“I’m sorry, master. I couldn’t stop it.”

Dominic wiped his drizzle from my mouth and took the showerhead from under me. He was silent, but his stone cold face told me he planned to punish me. I swallowed away the lump in my throat.

He quickly turned off the shower and gave me a towel. “Dry yoursel
f.” His command was harsh fast.

He must be pissed.

We dried ourselves, and he dragged me out of the bathroom and into the new playroom. We were still butt naked, but he didn’t seem to care. He placed me near a cross standing against the wall and started binding my ankles to it. Between my legs he placed a bar, spreading my legs even farther, and strapped it tight. He pushed my arms apart and strapped them to the top parts of the cross, spreading my body apart like the Vesuvius Man. He strode to the rack where all his floggers hang and I was immediately struck by overpowering fear.

“You know I don’t tolerate disobedience,” Dominic said.

He snatched a whip from the rack. I took in a deep breath, seeing him walk back to me with that cool flair as if he was looking forward to this. He always spoke about the rules and punishment as if it was something to avoid, but to me it seemed like he was waiting for it. Like he wanted this to happen.

He hit me softly a couple of
times, easing my body into being spanked. He moved the whip up and down my legs and my arms, sometimes slapping my boobs in between. I moaned, and he licked his lips.

“Seems you’re already getting used to this,” he said.

He struck me fast and hard. I yelped from the sudden pain that burst through my body. He’d hit my left thigh.

“You’ve been very naughty, Julie.”

He smacked me again, and I almost jolted up and down from the strike. It was hot and aching. I closed my eyes to concentrate.

“Open your eyes, Julie. I want you to look at me when I punish you,” he commanded.

I forced my eyelids open and saw him with a sly smile on his face. The flogger came down on my nipples a few times, but not as harsh as before. I bit my lip, the sensations making me dizzy. Although I knew it was punishment, it didn’t feel like it. Somehow I wanted him to spank me. It sent shocks through my body and my brain was giving off endorphins that made me eager for more. The pain aroused me.

“You’re enjoying this a bit too much,” he said.

My eyes widened. He exchanged his whip for a paddle with holes in it.

“Time to stretch your limits,” he said.

He loosened the straps around my ankles and wrists and forced me to turn around. Now I was facing the wall and could no longer see what he was doing.

He spanked me with the paddle on my
left butt cheek and I shrieked. His free hand rubbed up and down the area he just hit and soothed my burning skin.

“How was that?” he whispered close to my ear. “You still like it?”

His fingers gently caressed my leg, carefully avoiding my sex.

I nodded.

He hit me again, this time on my other butt cheek. My body quivered, but I remained my composure. It was the only thing I could do.
Be patient and give him what he wants.