Wicked: Billionaire Rules (Alpha Billionaire New Adult Romance) (3 page)

I
turned around
, holding the dress to my chest. “I’m not having sex for money,” I said, holding my ground.

“You don’t have to. Just take off your clothes and lie down on the bed. I won’t fuck you unless you ask me to. Unless you want it.”

“If I lie down I get paid? How does that work? I don’t understand.”

“I’ll explain it as we go. Just take off your clothes and lie down.”

His eyes penetrated my soul as he stared down at me. I felt powerless to resist him. If I left now, I’d have to face that stack of bills with no prospects. I’d quit my other job. There was no going back. I let the clothes fall to the ground and slid off my panties, kicking them off my feet. I stood naked in front of the door, defenseless, defiant.

“Good,” he cooed. “Now, go lie down.”

I strode across the room to the bed and began to pull off my shoes. “Leave them on,” he said.

I shrugged and climbed onto the red velvet comforter. It felt soft and plush under my bare skin. I looked up into his face as he stared at me. His expression was blank. There was something in him I hadn’t seen before. Under the blankness, I could sense a hint of sadness.

He took a long silk rope from the bedside table and began to wrap it around my wrist.

“What are you doing?” I demanded, sitting up on the bed as he tied me.

“This is the job. If you want the money, I suggest you shut up.”

My breath caught, and I slowly lowered myself back down on the plush blanket. He tied the rope around my wrist to the bedpost and did the same thing with my other arm and both my legs. I was spread eagle and defenseless, totally naked except for my stockings and shoes.

He sat on the bed next to me and stroked my cheek. I did everything I could to suppress the terror building in my chest. “What is this all about?”

“I told you to be quiet. I will do whatever I want to you, and you will not protest. Do you understand?”

“I’m not a whore,” I spit out.

He hung his head, looking down at the ground as he leaned over the bed. “I will only take sexual gratification from you if you offer it,” he said through clenched lips.

“I don’t understand.”

He ran a finger down the center of my body, lifting it right before he came to my slit. I gasped, wishing he had continued. “I won’t fuck you,” he said. “Unless you ask me to.”

I nodded slowly as he rose from the bed. He pulled a blindfold from the drawer and placed it over my eyes. “Call me sir,” he said. “If you like something, say ‘thank you sir.’ Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I said, breathing heavily.

“Yes, what?” he said crisply.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered.

My sex dripped moisture between my legs, and I was afraid it would leave a puddle on the red velvet. I had been spread wide open, and I knew he could see my lips glisten wet in the lamp light. I heard the sound of him taking something out of the drawer. It banged against the wood. Then the sound of vibration filled the quiet room.

He set the instrument just inches from my sopping wet sex. I gasped, wanting him to touch me there. My nipples tightened into painful points and I tugged against the restraints. His hands ran over my body, cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples. His fingers bit down hard on my tender buds, and I cried out in pleasure and pain.

“Do you like that?” he whispered in my ear. I could feel his weight on the bed, crawling over me.

“Yes, sir,” I said, playing along. I knew it was madness. I should have left when I had the chance. Now all I wanted was for him to move the vibrator closer to my clit and pinch my nipples again.

I could feel the heat of his body, as he ran his fingers down my skin and over my mound. I moaned as pleasure surged through me. He picked up the vibrator and placed it on my clit, slipping it through my soaking lips.

“Thank you, sir,” I moaned. Orgasm rushed toward me. He pulled the vibrator away and set it back on the bed. I groaned in disappointment, tugging against the restraints.

“You want me to make you come?” he whispered in my ear. His breath was hot and sweet as it blew against my hair.

“Yes, sir,” I panted.

“Good,” he said slowly, drawing out the vowels. “Now you will obey me.” He began to untie the ropes. “Get up on your hands and knees, slave,” he said.

I hurried to obey him, not knowing why or how I could let myself do this. All I knew was that, in that moment, I wanted him more than anything I’d ever wanted. I felt a hand fall down hard on my bare ass. I cried out in pain, but the pleasure of it was beyond anything I’d ever known. I felt dirty. I wanted more.

“Yes!” I screamed as his hand slapped my ass again. “Thank you, sir.”

He lifted the vibrator to my clit as his hand continued to slap me. My behind was getting raw and it made the sensation of the vibrator on my sex even more gratifying. I moaned as I climaxed suddenly and without warning. Fluid poured out of me and onto his hand.

He rubbed my ass, where he had slapped it raw. “Good girl. Good little slut. Do you like to be called slut, slave?”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

He pulled the vibrator up to my sex and flicked it over the entrance as he held my behind in his other hand. I wanted him to penetrate me so badly I could barely breathe. I knew I’d come again instantly if he stuck the vibrator inside me. But what I really wanted was his cock.

“
W
hat do you want
, little slut?” he asked.

“I want… you,” I stammered, not believing what I was saying.

“Even if you don’t get the money.”

“I… need the money,” I gasped.

“Will you take money to fuck you?”

“No,” I moaned.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“What?”

“Yes, sir. I want you to fuck me.”

I heard him unzip his pants and the sound of clothing dropping to the floor behind me. The head of his cock brushed my wet sex, and I groaned at the sensation. He slapped my ass repeatedly as his cock slowly pushed through my outer lips. I screamed in pain and anticipation.

He gripped my hips hard and his cock popped inside me. I groaned as my orgasm accelerated and burst. My entire body tensed as the climax gripped me.

“Good girl,” he cooed as he rocked his hips into me. “Are you my slave now?”

“Yes, sir,” I moaned as I continued to come.

“Beg me to fuck you.”

“Fuck me please!” I screamed as his hips pumped into me. The intense pleasure stopped my breath, and I could no longer speak or scream or make a sound. All I could hear was flesh slapping on flesh and my blood boiling in my ears.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I remembered we hadn’t used protection. He reached around my hip and flicked my clit as he held my ass with the other hand. I could feel him getting harder inside me. I gasped as the jets of cum shot into my core. He pulled my hair as the last throbbing pump of his shaft thrust into me.

I fell forward, utterly sated and deeply ashamed. I pulled the blindfold off. Still half under his spell and half totally fucking confused. Was I a prostitute now? No matter how much I didn’t want to believe that was true, I still needed the money.

I laid on the pillow and caught my breath as he lay beside me. A moment later, he leaned up on his elbow and began to draw a line down my chest with his finger. The look on his face seemed almost angelic, innocent; so far removed from the man I’d seen put the blindfold over my eyes.

“Do you do this a lot?” I asked.

His expression changed as he looked into my eyes. “I do it enough to get what I need.”

“And what do you need?” My curiosity was piqued. I wanted to know more about the man who’d gotten me to beg him to fuck me.

“Whenever I need a girl like you,” he said, cupping my chin in his hand.

“How many girls like me are there?” My voice was harsh, offended.

“One and hundreds. What do you think?”

I sat up on the bed and reached for my panties. I should have known this didn’t mean anything to him. And why should it? I was nothing more than a prostitute to him. He probably did this all the time. Hot shame rose in my face, and I pulled on my clothes.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“I’m done here.”

“Don’t you want to get paid?” he said sardonically.

I glared at him and pulled my cellphone out of the pocket of my coat. “It’s after midnight. My shift is over. Clive will pay me. I’m leaving.”

“Wait,” he said, grabbing my hand.

I turned and looked him in the face. “You can’t leave. I’m the one who pays. I decide when the scene is over.”

I put my hand on my hip, growing angrier by the second. “What? Aren’t you satisfied? I have the cum running down my leg to prove you are.”

“And did you fuck me for the money?”

“No. Fuck you,” I said storming to the door. “I keep your damn money.”

He caught my arm again and pulled me into an embrace. He kissed me tenderly, and I could feel his shaft growing erect again. I ran my hands up his shoulders and clung to him, not knowing what was wrong with me. This man had some special power that took away all my reason.

“
W
hy should I stay
?” I whispered into his ear.

“I need you to stay.”

“I can’t. I have to go.”

“Work for me and only me. I’ll double your salary.”

“I can’t do this again.”

“Five thousand a night.”

I pushed away and looked him in the eye. “Five thousand a night, to fuck you?”

“To spank you,” he corrected. “The fucking is at your pleasure.”

“And if I don’t let you fuck me?”

“You get the money anyway.”

“I don’t know if I feel comfortable with this. I’ll have to talk to Clive,” I said, turning to the door.

“Twenty thousand, for three days, and you come stay at my house.”

I turned to him, not knowing what to think. His magnificent cock jutted toward the ceiling. I wanted to sink my lips around it and feel it inside my mouth. I licked my lips. What had I gotten myself into? I’d never been the kind of girl to get into trouble. I’d never been loose or a party girl. Staring at Leo’s cock as he stood in the room, offering me twenty grand to let him, what, spank me for three days, I suddenly felt like I was the baddest bad girl who ever walked the face of the earth.

“Let me think about it,” I said, walking toward the door.

“Tell me now or the deal is off.”

What was I thinking? How could this possibly be okay? He’d been dangling a grand over my head all night, what would he do when he had twenty grand to hang over me. He opened his wallet and pulled out a wad of hundred dollar bills, dropping them on the table. After he pulled on his pants, he made a phone call.

A moment later, there was a knock at the door. Leo opened it. Clive entered, looking angry. Clive grabbed Leo by the arm and dragged him out onto the patio. They shut the French doors and the red velvet drapes fell over the window. I walked over and listened through the glass, wondering what had gotten Clive so upset.

“You can’t do this, Leo. The last time you did it, it turned into a disaster. I can’t cover for you again.”

“Just hold the money so she’ll trust me. I’ll deal with everything else.”

“I can’t have you doing that here. There’s no way. If anyone finds out, I’m done. I’m not losing my club over this.”

“You won’t have to worry about that. Just trust me.”

I heard them moving toward the door, and I stepped away, pretending to read a text on my phone. Clive and Leo stared at me as they entered the room.

“So, will you be back tomorrow night?” asked Clive.

“I still haven’t been paid for tonight.”

“You’ll be paid at the end of the week. Can I count on you to be here?”

I looked at Leo and back at Clive. The end of the week? I didn’t know if I could make it until the end of the week. I still didn’t even know what I was supposed to be doing at Club Scarlet. All I knew was that I needed the money, and I’d already sold myself to Leo once. Could I do it again? I prayed that what I was doing wasn’t wrong.

“You can count on me,” I said, picking up my purse with a fake smile. I walked to the door and down the red-carpeted hallway. Out in the night, the cool air stung my nose and reminded me that winter was on its way. I shivered as I opened my truck door. Closing it behind me, I put the key in the ignition.

When I turned the key, the engine made a chugging sound and went silent.
Fuck.
I pumped the gas and turned the key again. This time the strangled sound only lasted for a half a second before it went dead silent. I beat my steering wheel and screamed obscenities at the windshield.

Just went I thought I might burst into tears, I heard a knock on my window. I looked up in shock and found Leo standing outside my car. I rolled down the window, wiping a stray tear from my cheek. He smiled at me roguishly and said, “Need a ride?”

“
N
eed a ride
?” Leo asked as he stood outside my stalled truck. Shock ran up my spine, and I startled, seeing him outside my car. I wanted to tell him to go to hell, but part of me wanted nothing more than to let him take me wherever he was going. But it would be stupid to go with him after how he’d treated me.

“I can call a cab,” I lied. I couldn’t afford a cab to Brooklyn. I could barely afford the subway.

“Just let me take you,” he said, opening my car door. The night air wafted in and blew up my skirt. The idea of walking to the subway station in the cold was far less appealing than letting Leo drive me home. I’d already had sex with the man, I might as well let him give me a ride.

I slid to the pavement and followed him down the street to a private parking lot behind the club. He escorted me to a black Mercedes and opened the passenger door. I slipped inside, relishing the feeling of the plush tan leather seats under my cold legs.

He got behind the wheel and turned the key in the ignition. A moment later, heat radiated from my seat, thawing my body from the cold.

“Where to?” he asked, and I told him my address. His car peeled out of the parking lot and sped onto the street. We were on the Brooklyn Bridge before I could blink, barreling toward my apartment. Questions ran through my mind. Was I being an idiot, letting him take me to my house? Now he would know where I lived. What did he want with me in the first place? Surely, a man like Tristian Cole could have any woman he wanted.

He pulled in front of my apartment and parked. “Nice place,” he said, looking up at my building.

“It’s really not,” I muttered, grabbing my purse and gripping the door handle. He grabbed my arm before I could open the door.

“I want you to come work for me.” His eyes gleamed with inner fire. “I meant what I said.”

“Why?”

“Because, my dear, you are exactly what I need.”

“And what is that?”

“You are a natural sexual submissive. You aren’t pretending like many other girls. You follow orders even when you are unsure of what is happening. Even when you are unsure of your own safety. You do it because your body demands it.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I blurted out. Was he for real? Weren’t his freaky sex games enough? Now he wanted to label me a sexual submissive? No way. I wasn’t buying it.

“Leo,” he growled, gripping my arm more tightly. “You know you enjoyed our encounter tonight. It wasn’t just about the money. I know I pushed you. It was part of the scenario. I will pay you so much more to come work for me privately. I swear you will not regret it.”

I sighed. I had enjoyed the sex. I couldn’t deny it, and I wanted more. My body was trembling and the place between my legs was radiating heat. I wanted him to run his hands up my leg and touch me there. I wanted it more than I could admit to myself. I leaned back in my seat and stared out the front window. Twenty thousand dollars was a lot of money.

“Leo, I just can’t do this right now. I don’t know you. This all makes me really uncomfortable. Why can’t we just do it at the club? I’ll let you spank me if that’s what you want.”

He growled again, and then licked his lips. The sight of his shiny lip made me want to kiss him and suck his lip into my mouth. I couldn’t take it. I had to get out of the car. I had to protect myself. There was no telling what this man might do to me if I went to his house alone.

“Fine, Kira. I’ll see you at the club tomorrow night.”

“I have school.”

“Tomorrow. Is that clear?” His fingers gripped harder into my arm.

“Fine,” I said, yanking my arm away. I opened the car door and stepped outside. When I looked back at him, he was looking away, out at the street. As soon as I closed the car door he sped down the street, away from me.

I shivered in the cold night air, remembering I’d left my car in Manhattan.
Fuck.
It would probably get towed.
Fantastic.
My expensive heels clicked up the front steps of my building, and I pushed my key into the front door. After climbing the three stories to my apartment, I let myself inside and collapsed on the couch.

Memories of the night flooded my mind. What the hell had I allowed myself to get into? Maybe my mother had been right about me all along. Maybe I really was a good-for-nothing loser. I suddenly felt like a massive slut. I’d let him do all those things to me. And the worst part was, I wanted more.