Close Quarters: The Forbidden Billionaire (Part One) (BDSM And Domination Erotic Romance Novelette) (2 page)

She sat there in his lap for a moment, panting, his arms wrapped around her hips, his face resting on her back, the vessel rumbling beneath them. His cock was still hard inside her, and his hands slid up and he caressed her breasts once again, his lips kissing up her spine. Alice smiled. She was not quite finished playing her role.

She stood up and turned to him, playfully slapping his hands away. “I require a bath,” she said haughtily, barely unable to keep her eyes from straying to his magnificent cock. It was still stiff and huge and red, shiny with her juices.

A smile played on his lips again as he noted her interest in his manliness. “Of course, madam,” he said, rising from the bed and padding toward the bathroom door. She sat on the bed, and as she waited she heard the sound of water running, and of Paul throwing the lock on the door that led to the hallway. He popped his head in the bedroom. “Don’t want anyone walking in on us, now do we?” Then he disappeared back into the bath. Alice could smell the scent of essential oils, jasmine and some sort of musk, emanating from the steamy bath. Momentarily, the water shut off and Paul again appeared in the doorway, crooking a finger. “Your bath awaits,” he said softly.

Alice padded into the bathroom. Paul was standing at the ready, a towel over one arm like a waiter, and motioned to the huge tub with one hand. Alice smiled, stepping into the steamy water, which was at exactly the right temperature. She lowered herself into the water. Behind her, Paul had folded the towel and placed it behind her head allowing her to lie back in the lovely bath.

“How may I assist you, madam?” He said, formally.

“Wash me,” Alice replied, sighing as the warm water and heady scent enveloped her.

Paul knelt beside the tub. He immersed his hands in the water and ran them over her body, lingering on her breasts, her mound, her thighs. Alice relaxed beneath his hands, shivering with delight. Then Paul lathered up a thick wash cloth and began to wash her, her shoulders, her arms – then he ran the cloth over her breasts, the nubby fabric causing a pleasant friction on her nipples which rose up to meet his hands. Seeing her desire he moved the cloth in a circular motion over each breast, flattening his palm. Alice moaned and slid her hand down her thigh and began to touch herself under the water, her finger sliding between the lips of her pussy.

“Allow me,” Paul said, dropping the cloth, sliding his hand down her body and gently pushing her hand away. His fingers took the place of hers, moving deftly over her clit, still sensitive from their previous encounter, still swollen. Alice moved her body against his hand. She was slick from the water and her own cum. His fingers felt so good and she wanted him inside her. As if reading her mind, Paul slid a finger up into her. His fingers were thick, just like his cock. Alice pushed herself against him, forcing his finger deep into her.

Suddenly he pulled out of her, and Alice’s eyes flew open in disappointment. But Paul just smiled at her and stood up, his cock still hard and ready. He stepped into the tub with her, his body sinking down behind hers, his stiff penis between them. He cupped her breasts, pinched her nipples, ran his hands down her belly, over her mons, pushed fingers into her – his hands were everywhere, and before she knew it, Alice was on the verge of coming again. His ministrations felt so wonderful, but suddenly, she wanted to please him, so she pulled from his grasp, turning in the water and grasped his cock, sliding her hands up and down the lovely shaft.

Paul sighed and leaned back. His thick cock poked up out of the water, pearly cum appearing at the tip as Alice pleasured him. She could not help but to lean forward and lick the fat knob, swirling her pink tongue around it. Hearing his moan, she smiled and slid the head of his cock into her mouth, working her tongue on the ridge beneath the head. Under the water, she cupped his large balls gently, and with one finger teased the sensitive skin between his sack and asshole, and as she did, his cock strained up, growing even larger, more firm, more ropey with veins.

Alice expertly sucked and licked, pushing his cock into her mouth as far as she was able. He was so big. She wrapped her hand around the base and using her mouth and her hand, she fucked his in the warm water. Paul’s breath came faster and faster. Alice was so turned on by Paul’s desire, she could feel her pussy contracting, wanting to be filled. She pulled away from him, turning, pushing her buttocks up, exposing her red, swollen pussy, her cunt, her ass to him and in one swift motion, Paul pushed his thick, throbbing cock into her, right to her core, and Alice cried out.

Paul pushed farther into her, both their grunts and moans melding together. His arms were wrapped around her; their bodies slick with the water and their own sweat. Alice pushed her pussy against him, and they collided together over and over, the intensity building until Paul groaned, straining against her, his hot cum shooting into her, and Alice quivered. Even in the height of his passion, Paul slid his hand down her body and as his cock pulsed inside her, he worked her clit and she sucked in her breath and came violently against him.

They lay in the bath until the water cooled. Beneath them the motor of the yacht was at a steady hum. “Where do you think we’re going?” Paul’s voice was a whisper in her ear, bringing Alice back to the reality of what she’d done.

She bit her lip, not looking at him. Finally, she said, “Listen, I have a confession to make.”

“I do as well,” Paul said.

Alice turned to him. “No,” she said. “Me first.”

Paul smiled playfully, lazily. “Okay.”

Alice’s brows knit together worriedly. “You have to promise not to tell,” she said.

Paul sat up slightly. “Let me guess,” he said. “You’re not the new maid.”

“No, I’m not,
” she said. “I’m kind of - a stowaway.”

“Kind of a stowaway?” Paul was grinning.

“Okay,” Alice smiled back. “I’m a full-fledged stowaway.”

Paul sank back into the water, looking thoughtful. “So,” he said after a moment. “You really have no idea where this boat is going?”

“None.” She leaned against him in the cooling water, their legs mingling together beneath the bubbles.

He twirled his fingers in her hair, caressed her neck. “Well, thank goodness I do,” he said at last.

Alice raised herself up on one elbow and smiled at him. “So, what are you? Part of the crew?”

“Not exactly,” he said. An odd look crossed his face that she could not read.

She leaned in and kissed him. “If my secret’s safe with you,” she kissed him again. “Yours is safe with me.”

“Well,” he said. “I’m kind of the – owner.”

“Kind of the owner?” Alice teased back.

“Okay,” he said, mimicking their earlier exchange. “I am the actual owner.” He stuck out a hand and Alice took it. Shaking hands in bed while naked was definitely a first for Alice. She giggled. “So, I’m not actually ‘Paul’, of course” he said. “I’m Cal. Cal Landon.”

Alice’s eyes got wide. All of a sudden she felt like she could not breathe. Cal Landon? The renowned billionaire? She’d stowed away on Cal Landon’s yacht! Her mouth dropped open in shock, but before she could say anything, he crushed his mouth to hers, his tongue sliding down her throat in a deep kiss. He pressed his body to hers. “Happy – I mean very happy- to meet you,” he said pulling away.

Alice’s mouth was dry. She looked at him incredulously. He grinned and said, “And you are?”

“Ali – Alice,” she rasped.

“Mmmmm,
” he said. “ I think I prefer Ali.”

Alice didn’t know what to say. She’d snuck onto the yacht of Cal Landon and had sex with the billionaire! She’d bossed him around and used him.

“Listen, I…” she began, starting to rise from the bed, but Cal put a hand on her arm.

“Hey, where are you going?” he said.

“I just…” she again tried to form the words.

“We are out on the open water,” he said. “I think you’ve gone from stowaway to kidnap victim.”

Seeing the humor in what he was saying, Alice smiled weakly. “I suppose I have,” she said.

“Well, then” he said, nuzzling in and kissing her neck in a way that made her tingle all over again. “I guess I ought to be telling you what to do, in that case.”

Alice warmed at the idea. “I guess maybe you should,” she said, kissing him back. She could feel his cock rising once again, growing hard against her belly.

Cal slid out of bed. “Let me show you one of the advantages of having the money to custom outfit a yacht,” he said.

Alice watched as Cal walked to a closet across the room. She liked the way the muscles of his ass rippled a little as he walked. He pulled a contraption out of the closet. It was a series of straps and hooks.

“Should I be afraid?” she asked.

“Oh,” he said, smiling. “Definitely.”

He stood on the bed and began attaching the outfit to several ring bolts in the ceiling. Climbing down from the bed, he made some adjustments in the straps. Then he crooked a finger at Alice. “Come,” he said.

Alice slid to the edge of the bed. “What are you going to do?”

“I said, come here,” Cal said a bit more forcefully, sweeping her up into his arms and depositing her into the sling.

He strapped her in and she was suspended from the ceiling, her legs strapped to the harness splayed apart, exposing her to him, her pussy open and wet and shining. Then he spun the swing around and pulled her arms behind her, reached into a drawer by the nightstand and in a flash, snapped a pair of handcuffs behind her. He pulled her cuffed hands behind her and attached them to the swing near her bottom, forcing her back to arch and her breasts to poke skyward.

When he turned her back around to face him, Alice saw that he was holding a small crop as well, the end of which was furnished with a fine leather tassel. “Are you going to be good?” he asked, his eyebrow arching.

“What if I’m not?” Alice said, licking her lips, aroused at being strung up in this manner. Cal stood before her, his hard body smooth and tanned, his cock standing at attention.

“Sassy,” he said. “I think I might like that.” And with that he whipped one nipple with the crop, the stinging sensation startling her and arousing her at the same time. Cal smiled. He whipped the other nipple and it, too, rose. Alice felt heat surge through her core, her moisture saturating her vulva, the crop coming down again and again against her breasts which flushed pink. She was helpless to move, held stationary in the harness, her writhing causing it to begin to swing back and forth gently, twirling.

Cal brought the crop down on her over and over, on the insides of her thighs, her exposed buttocks, her open pussy, making her sting, making her burn. She began to whimper with desire, tried to close her legs against him, but they were trapped in the harness, open wide. Cal dropped the crop and grasped her buttocks in his hands, squeezing them painfully. He pulled the swing forward, bringing her to his face. His hard, pointy tongue poked out of his mouth and he ran it up the slit of her pussy from vagina to clit and Alice shuddered against him. He teased her with his tongue, poking the ultra-sensitive head of her clit, already so abused from their sex, and then wrapped his lips around it and sucked on it.

Alice thought she was going to burst, her sore, red nipples peaking up from her breasts, stinging with pleasure, her burning thighs, and his mouth working her pussy, her honey running onto his lips. “Please, please,” she breathed, barely able to talk. “Please fuck me, please!”

Instead, Cal laughed a little, his hot breath enveloping her open pussy. He slid one finger into her, then pulled it out, sucking again on her clit, teasing her, making her crazy.

“Please!” she said louder, and Cal simple repeated the process, making Alice buck in her restraints. She was afraid she would pull the bolts right out of the ceiling, but they held. Cal continued his teasing, the finger, the licking, the finger, and then sucking until Alice was mad, crying; tears leaking from her eyes.

Suddenly, Cal manipulated one of the straps and she fell downward, lowered to his hip level and he thrust into her, his giant cock filling her and she screamed out, her orgasm making her buck and shudder around his hard maleness, his beautiful organ, and he grasped her hips, pulling her to him again, again, again until he, too, shivered and unloaded his hot load deep inside her wanting, hungry flower.