Unlawful Attraction: The Complete Box Set: Alpha Billionaire Romance (8 page)

Damn.

I wanted to tangle my hands in those dark, silken strands as he kissed me again.

I wanted his hands in
my
hair.

“I don’t do humiliation.” My voice was ragged, raspy now. I had to force myself to focus on the common sense things that had to come first. Ground rules. Had to set up the ground rules. “I enjoy submitting from time to time, but I'm not looking to be somebody’s slave or toy. Not even for a night. I don’t call
anybody
master.”

His voice was low, sliding over my skin like silk.

“I think we’re on the same page, Dena. Of course, I’m the one who’s looking for your submission, not the other way around.” His eyes narrowed thoughtfully and his tone changed. “From time to time?”

“From time to time.” I didn’t elaborate further, and I raised an eyebrow almost in challenge.

“Anything else?”

“No toys,” I said, my brain struggling to recall the things I normally said. “I don't play with things I don't know.”

That hot, sexy smile curled his lips once more, and he nodded as he came to me. For a moment, he simply stood, towering over me by more than a foot. Then, he slid his hands into my hair. That action alone fired a dozen fantasies, and as they came simmering to life, I had to fight to keep from trembling.

“What’s your safe word?” He brushed his thumb over my mouth.

“Uncle.” The word breathed out of me as my skin sang from his touch.

Arik’s brow winged up. “Uncle?”

I gave him a sharp smile. “When I was first getting into the lifestyle, there was this guy. I was still fairly ignorant, and not all that good at picking my partners. He was one of the first. I hadn’t yet figured out what I needed, and he was convinced he knew. Told me he’d have me crying uncle in no time flat.” My smile flattened. “He was crying after I nearly ripped his balls off because he didn't stop.”

Arik's eyes widened slightly, but he didn't move away from me.

“I picked
uncle
as my safe word after that to remind me.” I bit off the rest of what I was going to say. That it was this word, no matter how caught up I got, that reminded me to always take measures to make sure I was safe.

Arik's fingertips brushed across my cheekbone, before trailing down my cheek. His voice was rough as he murmured, “I think it takes a certain kind of man to top a woman like you, Dena.” His touch lingered for a moment, and then he straightened. “Fortunately, I think I’m up to the task.”

I really hoped so.

He shrugged his jacket from his shoulders, then watched me as he moved on to his shirt, exposing a broad, muscled chest. When he was done, he pulled out his wallet and tucked it into his jacket, then gathered up the garments and carried them to the closet, hanging them inside. The open door obscured him for a brief moment and when he reappeared, he had removed his shoes. Inside my boots, my toes curled. He shouldn't be allowed to be so fucking hot, standing there in only his well-tailored slacks.

He came back toward me, and I saw a flash of silver in his hand. Condoms. At least I didn't have to dig them out of my purse. He put them on the bed next to me and then turned away again. I didn’t speak as he looked around the room. I had some idea of what he was doing, and when he disappeared into the bathroom for a moment, I wasn’t surprised when he returned carrying a couple of long strips of cloth in his hand.

The belts from the hotel robes.

“Any problem with being bound?” He stood in front of me again, his voice dropping to that low, sexy sound that sent another blast of lust through me.

My pussy throbbed at the thought. Sometimes, bondage was about testing limits, stretching endurance, but for me, it was about everything I wanted out of tonight.

I shook my head as I peered up from under my lashes, knowing there was no way to hide the anticipation curling inside me. I was rarely one to be submissive enough to keep my eyes down, but something about Arik spoke to that primal part of me that few men had ever managed to reach.

“No problems with being bound.”

“Good. Now, I’m going to have you suck my cock.” Arik delivered this statement in a level voice, as though we were discussing the weather.

It made me shudder how matter-of-fact he said it. I nodded, waiting for my next instruction.

“Open one of the condoms.”

I did so, pleased to see I was able to keep my hands steady even though everything inside me was starting to quake. I knelt in front of him, taking a moment to look up at those gorgeous emerald-colored eyes again before dropping my gaze again. I couldn't stop the shiver though as he freed his belt and slowly dragged down his zipper. I was definitely getting a lesson in anticipation as he removed his pants and underwear, tossing them aside before straightening to reveal a thick, heavy shaft that made my mouth water just looking at it.

“Put it on.” Still that calm, almost cool voice.

I wanted him to control me, but it would be nice to hear him struggling to control himself...because of me.

As I rolled the cool latex over him, he continued to speak.

“I don't think I'll have you take off that dress. Or those boots. I might even keep your panties on.” His eyes gleamed. “What are you wearing under there? A thong? Boy shorts? A bikini?”

I swallowed hard. “Boy shorts.”

“Would you like it that way, Dena?” He brushed his fingers across my hairline. “Would you like it if I fucked you while you were wearing your clothes? If I just pulled your panties aside and took you that way?”

A rush of heat and wetness escaped me, dampening the soft cotton of my panties as I made sure the condom was on snuggly, lingering a bit longer than I needed to. He just felt so good pulsing under my hand, long and hot. I pressed my thumb against the vein on the underside. His harsh intake of breath was the only reaction he gave, but at least it was something.

He wasn't completely indifferent after all.

I closed my hand around the broad base of him and lifted my eyes to his. “Yes. I’d like that.”

His eyes darkened. “Did I tell you that you could touch me yet?”

Shaking my head without looking away, I tightened my grip on his cock.

“Why are you doing it?” He sounded honestly curious.

I gave him the truth. “Maybe because I want to see what you do.” Squeezing, I began to drag my hand up, then down, wishing I could feel skin instead.

“Dena.” His voice was chastising, but that didn’t stop me from leaning forward. Suddenly, he took a step back. “Stand up.” The words were a growl.

My legs were shaky as I stood.

“Turn around.”

I did it, anticipating his reaction.

Except Arik didn’t do what I thought he would. Instead, he did something better. He used one of the belts to loop through my elbows, effectively restraining me. I could still move my hands to some extent, and if I tried, I could get free. I appreciated the thought behind it. I’d often done the same thing with the subs I met. It was a safety net of sorts. Security but also an escape if needed.

He turned me back around and took my shoulders, maneuvering me back until I was sitting on the bed again. He studied my face and I watched as several different expressions crossed his eyes.

“You want to be punished,” he said quietly.

I caught my breath. He did understand. For me, it was all about giving over that control, and that was a part of it.

He brushed a lock of hair back. “You’ll get what you need later, but for now, you’re going to suck my cock. And the better you do, the more inclined I will be to take good care of you.”

The words sent a shiver of longing through me, and again I tightened my thighs against the ache pulsing in my cunt.

His hands threaded through my short hair.

Breath hitching in anticipation, I let him tug me forward, guiding me toward his cock. Although I knew it was necessary, a part of me resented the latex barrier between us, the taste of it against my lips as I slowly took him into my mouth. A wild part of me wished that, at some point, I'd be able to find out how he tasted for real.

I slid almost halfway and then pulled back up. He tried to nudge the head deeper, but for now, this was my show. I let it fall from between my lips before taking him in again, deeper this time.

After a few more teasing movements, a harsh growl escaped him and he widened his stance, hands tightening on my hair as he began to pump against the rhythm I’d established.

I had taken a little more than half of him now, lips stretched wide around his wide shaft, the tip butting up against the back of my throat. His hand slid around to the back of my head, gripping me firmly as the other went to his cock, marking my limit.

“How much can you take?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

He pulled back enough for me to answer. I knew what my answer would mean, knew what he wanted. I wanted it too.

“I can take whatever you can give me.”

I caught a flicker of something and then his fingers tightened in my hair.

“More,” he growled, his hips surging and driving his cock in a fast pace that stole my breath.

I pushed against his hand, trying to slow things, control the pace. The need to touch him rode me hard, but when I tried to lift a hand, I couldn’t. Groaning in frustration, I scraped my teeth across the sensitive underside.

He grunted, his hips jerking. “Suck me, Dena.”

Instead, I tried to use my tongue to tease him.

He gripped my hair and pulled sharply. “Suck.”

I did.

Hard.

He yanked me back, his eyes narrowing with a heated gaze.

“You told me to do a good job.” I licked my lips and lowered my eyes to his cock. “Am I doing a good job?”

“Open that smart mouth, Dena, and I'll show you how to do a good job.”

He guided it back to my mouth and slowly slid inside. This time, the grip on my hair was so tight, I couldn’t move at all. Then a hand moved down to grip my jaw in a way that took the last of my control. Need clamored inside as he began to slowly and thoroughly fuck my mouth. The first thrust took him to the back of my throat and he held there for a long second.

“Swallow me.”

Fuck.

I nearly gagged before my throat relaxed enough to obey, but I didn't struggle. I knew I could take it. The hand in my hair tightened and I heard him mutter something in a harsh growl as he slipped down my throat. That calm composure was gone.

I intended to use the tricks I'd learned from some very experienced subs to make him completely lose it.

I swallowed, hummed, used everything I knew until I felt a shudder go through him.

At that moment, he seemed to grab some control back. Part of me hated to give it back, at least until he pulled away, caught me under the elbows, and pulled me to my feet. He bent his head and I thought he was going to kiss me. Instead, he pressed his lips underneath my ear, a soft gentle kiss that belied the urgency from just a few moments ago.

“I have a feeling you like to push your limits, don’t you, Dena?” he asked.

“I push the limits other people set for me,” I answered, surprised at how casual I sounded.

“Let’s see if we can expand those limits a little.”

Less than five minutes later, he'd come up with a very inventive way to use the belts. I was bent facedown over the padded, plush ottoman, still completely clothed, but also completely helpless. The utter deliciousness of it left me feeling like I might explode at any minute. But explode in a good way.

For so many months, I'd felt like a caged animal, unable to escape the restlessness inside me. But now that I was now effectively restrained, I felt freer than I had in a very long time. It might not have made sense to a lot of people, but some of us were just wired that way.

And Arik understood that.

He knelt behind me, one hand fisted in the material of my panties and I shivered as he tugged, dragging the boy shorts upward. The garment rasped over my clitoris, rubbed against the slick folds of my pussy, and the cleft between the cheeks of my ass.

I moaned as he slid his free hand over my ass, the touch light and teasing. “I think it's time to punish you. How do you want it?”

I shivered, shaking my head. My entire body was quivering with need. It felt like everything I'd had building inside me for months was coming together all at once.

“Tell me, Dena. Tell me what you need.”

I whimpered, lust clenching almost violently inside me as he spread his hand wide over my butt.

“Spank me,” I said. I was half afraid he wouldn’t do it. Half-afraid he would.

“Is that what you need?”

“Yes.” It was halfway between a demand and a plea.

“If I spank you, will you be a good girl?” He kept his hand on my ass for a few more seconds.

I didn’t even know how to respond to that question. Even though I had a deep need to have a man take control from time to time, I could never be a “good” submissive, a
good girl
. I sometimes fought the men who topped me, made them work for the submission they wanted. I never gave in completely, not the way most submissives did.