Close Quarters: The Forbidden Billionaire (Part One) (BDSM And Domination Erotic Romance Novelette) (3 page)

Stowing away wasn’t so bad after all.

Chapter Two

On the horizon, the sun was going down rose-gold. Alice leaned on the railing on the upper deck, her sheer wrap skirt billowing around her legs, the light around her making her bronze skin even duskier. She heard feet on the stairs and turned as Watkins appears, his uniform white and immaculate, as always. “Can I make you a drink, Miss, before I go below to begin dinner?” Alice managed a small smile, shaking her head.

“I’m fine, thank you,” she said.

Watkins nodded, turning back for the stairs. “Very good,” he replied.

“Wait!” Alice said, turning suddenly. Watkins followed, his eyebrow raising.  “Have you seen Ca- I mean, Mr. Landon?”

“He’s on a ship to shore call, Miss.”

Alice sighed. “All right,” she said. “Thank you.” She walked over to one of the sumptuous chaise lounges and sat on the edge. She removed her bikini top and laid back, letting the late afternoon sun wash over her body and contemplated the last few days, here on Cal Landon’s yacht, FORBIDDEN. The day she’d ditched her college classes and stowed away on the beautiful boat, pretending to be a maid when she was caught had certainly been full of surprises - the biggest of those being her growing feelings for the handsome billionaire that she’d at first mistaken for one of the crew.

She laid back, eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her skin, and thought about the passionate escapades of the last few days. Though they’d never used the sex swing again, Cal had turned out to be quite the dominator, and they’d acted out more than a few sexy scenarios; harem girl and king, pirate and wench, sexy school teacher… There were closets full of clothing on this party boat, meant to accommodate Cal’s many guests, but for this voyage - meant to be a working voyage - the only passengers on the vessel were Alice, Cal and his staff.

Thinking about their lovemaking was getting Alice hot. She wanted to go find him in his onboard office and give him something other than business to think about, but she knew she was still on shaky ground. She was a stowaway, after all, and in a few days they would be coming into port. After that, who knew? Yes, he’d been kind, accommodating – passionate - yet, Alice knew that in reality, he was a billionaire businessman, and she was a college student who’d stolen her way onto his property. She didn’t want to disturb him for fear of losing his favor.

Instead, she ran her hands lightly over her breasts, her nipples rising at the touch. She sighed, imagining they were Cal’s hands, so big and soft and warm. How she loved his hands on her skin! Loved? Alice’s eyes flew open. Well, she liked it, surely - more than liked it, if she was honest with herself. She moaned, her hands leaving her skin, and she sat up, her eyebrows scrunching together in consternation. She thought about the last few nights, her naked body curled up against Cal’s, or his spooned against hers, the softness of his lips when he kissed her, the deep rumbling of his voice, a hint of an English accent whispering in her ear. She thought about sitting with him at breakfast, at dinner, the great conversations they’d had. He was so witty, intelligent, and respectful of her. Alice stuck out her bottom lip. She was falling for him, and she knew it. The realization caused a sickly coldness to insinuate in the pit of Alice’s stomach. She just couldn’t allow herself to feel that way! It would never work. Why would a man like Cal Landon want an unsophisticated woman such as herself?

Alice got up in a huff, snapping her bikini top on and heading down to her guest room to shower. She would have to toughen up. She would have to protect her heart. Prepare herself for the end of this journey, which was a mere four days away. Then she would have to return to her boring life, going to classes, working at the coffee shop - if she even still had her job, that is. She’d only made one ship to shore call, to get excused from her classes due to “illness”, but hadn’t called her boss. She sighed, slipping off her clothing and stepping into the bathroom, sure she would have a job search on her hands as well when she returned home.

The stinging spray on her skin woke her already stimulated nipples and they rose against the stinging needles of the shower. Alice closed her eyes, running her hands over her slick skin, down her breasts and belly to the soft nest of hair between her legs. She sighed, dreaming of Cal’s hands on her body, and slid a finger between the soaking, slippery lips of her muff, the curly hair swirling in the water like seaweed. There was a little silver ring on her finger and as she passed over her clit, the friction from it caused a little jolt to rush through her, causing her pussy to contract and begin to issue her sweet cream mixed with the soapy water of the shower. Alice pleasured herself, pressing her back to the Italian marble interior of the shower to keep her balance, one hand working her cunt and the other her nipples, twisting and pinching them, until she shuddered, her cum running out onto her hand, down her thigh.

As she dried her hair, it came to her. Hadn’t she played this game before, simply on a smaller scale? Making herself irresistible to the man of her choice, flirting, getting him to come on to her, think that being together was all his idea? She ran her hands through her naturally wavy hair, tossing it in a sexy manner. The red, fiery waves fell around her heart-shaped face, framing it. She bit on her lips, making them puff up a bit, looking pouty. Yes, she’d played this game before. She blinked, trying to ignore the slight nervousness she felt in her belly.

In the bedroom, she searched through the closet. Hadn’t she seen a low-cut red mini dress in here? Yes! She smiled as she took the dress out, noting the tag inside;
Versace
. She pulled the slinky dress over her naked form, cupping the expensive fabric over her taut breasts, smoothing it over her waist and ample hips. She smiled. The dress fit her perfectly. At the mirror, she was taking extra care with her make-up - thank goodness she’d had her handbag with her when she boarded the ship - when there was a polite knock on the door.

Alice opened the door a crack. In the hall, Watkins bowed politely. “Mr. Landon would like you to join him on the uppermost deck for cocktails,” he said.

“Of course,” she replied. “Thank you, Mr. Watkins.”

“Just Watkins, Miss,” he said. He was about to turn away when he said, “Miss- if I might be so bold- you look particularly lovely this evening.”

Alice smiled broadly, showing her white teeth. “Thank you!” she said. “That was just what I was hoping to hear!” She closed the door and took one last look in the full length mirror. “Well,” she said to her image. “Here goes nothing!”

Chapter Three

On the upper deck, Cal was leaning on the railing in the very spot Alice had been earlier. The sun had sunk lower, and the sky was ablaze with a glorious sunset. Watkins had moved a table for two onto the deck, and it was set with fine linen, china and silver. Crystal glasses sparkled at each place setting, and somehow, he’d produced a spray of fresh flowers and greens for decoration, as well as candles in silver holders.

“Well,” Alice said softly, stepping onto the deck. Cal turned toward her, smiling. “This is certainly lovely.”

He came forward and kissed her on the cheek, then held her at arms’ length, gazing down at her sumptuous body encased in the short, red Versace dress. “Not half as lovely as you.”

“Thank you.” Alice stepped forward, the aroma of his expensive scent intoxicating her. She stood bare inches from him, and could feel the heat of both of their bodies mingling, making her ache down low in her belly, and wet between the legs.

“Would you care for a glass of champagne?” Cal’s lips were very close to hers. She could feel his breath on her skin, and a pleasant shiver overcame her. She nodded. Cal pulled himself away, and she watched him, longingly, as he walked to the beautifully appointed table and pulled the bottle of champagne from the nearby ice bucket and poured. He was an amazing man. Handsome, intelligent, witty. How could she ever hope to meet another like him? The ship, weaving softly beneath her feet was another world, a beautiful world. She leaned against the mast, looking out over the water, a melancholy suddenly taking hold of her.

Then, Cal was before her, holding a cold glass of sparkling wine. He frowned, his hand going to her chin, tipping her face up to him. “Here now, what’s this?” he said.

She looked up, smiling a bit sadly. “I was just thinking,” she said. “How lovely all of this has been and, well, that we will be landing soon.”

“Ahhhh,” Cal replied. He placed the glass in her hand and then walked back to the table to fill one for himself. He took a long drink. “Actually,” he said. “I’ve been giving that some thought.”

“Oh?” Alice lifted an eyebrow. She searched his face, but it revealed nothing. Nervously, she drained her glass. With a half-smile, Cal walked over and refilled her glass.

“Yes,” he said. “I have.” He set the bottle down, and put his hand on Alice’s neck, then traced a finger down her collar bone, the swell of her breast, her nipple. She sighed, arching toward him and his wonderful hands. “For the next few days,” he began, swirling his thumb over her rising nipple. “Let’s consider your stay here a kind of extended interview.”

Alice moaned as Cal’s hand slid from her breast, down her waist, rounding her hip, to her thigh, then snaked up her bare thigh to her dampening mound. His eyebrow lifted, discovering that beneath the expensive dress, she was naked. “What- what do you mean?” she breathed.

“I mean,” he said, leaning closer. “That if you work hard enough for the next few days and impress me, you can show me I can’t do without you. Then I might just be able to find you, I don’t know, a paid position.” He kissed her deeply, his tongue sliding into her mouth. She sucked on it, taking it deeper past her lips, as if it were his cock. He moaned, pressing himself against her, and she could feel the real thing pressing against her belly. He pulled away from her slightly. “Take off your clothes,” he whispered.

She opened the front of the dress, revealing her breasts, rosy from baking beneath the sun. Just as she’d shrugged it off her shoulders, Watkins appeared on the stairs, a tray of hors d’ouvres in his hand. He took in the situation, his eyes meeting Alice’s, his cheeks reddening deeply. He hastily set the tray down on the table and made a fast exit to below deck. Cal’s lips twitched into an amused smile.

Alice looked into Cal’s eyes and slipped the Versace down over her hips. It fell to her feet, cast away as if it were nothing more than a rag. Cal stepped back, appraising her body. She watched as he wet his lips, his eyes hungry. “Step back against the mast,” he ordered, and she took a step backward gracefully in the stiletto heels she was wearing. When she felt the warm, smooth wood against her back, Cal stepped forward, loosening his silk tie and pulling it from around his neck. He moved behind the mast, grabbing her wrists and secured them behind her with the tie, the tension from the trussing pulling Alice’s shoulders back, making her breasts push upward and out, her erect nipples thrust skyward.

Cal picked up the dress and draped it over the back of a chair. “Don’t want to ruin this, do we?” he said.

“No, of course not,” Alice said. Then she licked her lips and added, “Sir.”

Car raised an eyebrow, his face registering pleasure. “So,” he said. “I understand you are interested in the company?”

“Yes, sir,” Alice answered, arching her back a bit and slowly rotating her hips, thrusting them outward. She could feel the gentle sea breeze tickling her bush, which was as red as her fiery hair. “What positions do you have available?”

He reached out and ran a finger from her collar bone to her pubic bone. It was as if a ribbon of electricity ran down her body. “How about - my personal - my very personal assistant?”

“Of course,” Alice whispered. “Sir.”

A wicked smile played on Cal’s lips. “You should be aware,” he said, “That at times there may be some alcohol involved.” And with that he reached for the bottle of champagne and began to pour it slowly over her body. Alice shivered as the effervescent liquid ran in a thin stream over the swell of her breasts, her nipples, her belly, slowly dripping into the crevasses of her mound, between her thighs, and down the inside of her legs. The breeze off the water cooled the liquid on her skin, making her shiver and her nipples to contract even more, making them hard as marbles. Cal set the bottle down, not taking his eyes from her body, writhing against the mast, and removed his jacket, his shirt, and his slacks. He stood on the deck in a pair of silk briefs, blazing white against his tanned skin. His body was magnificent, his growing organ very evident beneath the lovely fabric.