Close Quarters: The Forbidden Billionaire (Part One) (BDSM And Domination Erotic Romance Novelette) (6 page)

“God,” she said weakly, her mind filling with unbidden desire.

He leaned close to her, his breath in her ear. “I am just getting started, my sweet Alice.”

He stood and walked across the room. On the dresser sat another ice bucket, in it a bottle of wine, as was customary each evening. Cal poured a bit of the wine in one of the waiting glasses and took a sip, then licked his lips, gazing at her. “Thirsty?” he said, a bit cruelly. “I’m sorry, but you’ll have to wait.”

On the table, trussed as she was, uncomfortable, a little scared, Alice was also highly aroused. She wondered what Cal had in store – in the many days she had been here with him, she had never seen him quite so cold in his manner, so officious, and truth be told, it excited her greatly. She watched him in the golden light of the many candles, his skin glowing, his handsome features pulled taut by his manner, wanting him inside her; inside her swollen vagina, still tender from his violent lovemaking, there was an ache, an ache of passion from which she wanted relief, but she watched him, silent, speaking to him with her eyes.

Cal reached into the ice bucket and extracted a handful of ice cubes. He walked toward her, the cubes melting in his great hands, dripping on the carpeting. He stood over her then, his hand descending, melting ice dripping upon her skin causing sharp, little shivers. He began at her neck, tracing a line down, starting where her jugular vein throbbed, down into the little hollow at the base of her neck. Her body arched at the cold, and Alice sighed, her eyes on her tormentor, watching his lips, twisted into a wolfish smile. The ice was at the swell of her breast now, and then encircling her raised, swollen nipple making Alice cry out. Cal bent and took the opposite nipple in his mouth, his hot tongue swirling, the frigid cube on the other, the sensations of heat and cold confusing Alice’s body, making her hips arch up, her pussy slick and wet.

Then Cal rose and deftly switched the two, transferring the melting ice to his other hand and rubbing it over the nipple he’d suckled, made hot, and the cold of the ice seemed so much more so, the heat of his mouth on the frozen nipple hot as a fire. Alice bucked her hips toward him, her cunt wanting his touch, but he stayed mercilessly out of her reach. He laughed a little, then, his mouth vibrating on the breast he sucked and bit.

His hand was on the move suddenly, between her breasts, slowly,
slowly
, agonizingly so, trailing over her belly, the cubes melting into the hollow of her belly button. When the cube pressed onto her pubic bone, Alice sucked in her breath. Water from the melting ice slithered into her pubic hair and the slit of her pussy, its chill teasing her clit, then dripping onto the table beneath her. Alice was in a frenzy of desire and could hold her silence no longer. “Please, please, Cal, please fuck me!”

And so he did, sliding his icy cold fingers, and the ice cube inside her. Alice cried out at the sensation, like a frozen sword sliding into the very center of her, but before she could move or articulate a thought, Cal slid his long, hard cock into her, pushing the ice cube up inside her, against the very wall of her womb. Alice cried out once more, pleasure and pain mixing; she’d never experienced such a sensation, the cold ice, growing smaller, melting, and mixing with the juices from her cunt and his hot, hard cock thrusting, ever so slowly in and out of her, like a piston in slow motion, like a machine. He did not speak, just stood, his hands grasping her thrust up knees, his hips rocking slow and steady, keeping time with Alice’s raspy breathing,
her moans
.

Inside her, the pressure began to build, her pussy to convulse in preparation for the oncoming orgasm, and Cal, feeling the throbbing, slowly, excruciatingly, pulled his long cock from her body and walked away from her. She watched him cross the room, take a drink from the wine, then walk into the adjoining bathroom and close the door. She listened, thinking he’d gone in to relieve himself, possibly, then unbelievably, she heard the jets of the shower coming to life. “Oh, my God,” she said aloud. “Is he kidding?” Sure enough, she heard the sliding of the shower’s glass doors. Cal was taking a shower! She felt anger surge within her. In her head she heard him saying
I don’t think you understand who the boss is
. She took a deep breath. This was a game, wasn’t it? Just a game. She needed to calm herself, enjoy it. After all, wasn’t she the one who was tied here? The recipient of Cal’s ministrations?

Alice laid back and tried to relax her body. Her arms and legs felt tingly from being tied so tightly to the table, the silken scarves beginning to chafe her skin. Even though there was a part of her that was raging inside over being left trussed this way, forgotten almost, there was another part of her that remained aroused, left her pussy aching, remembering the slick, machine-like pumping of his rod inside her just moments earlier, part of her that cried out to be filled up once again. Deep inside she felt the residue of chill begin to leave her, but the ache remained, the ache of cold and of desire.

Momentarily, Cal opened the bathroom door, steam from the shower billowing out. Alice turned her head, taking in his moist, pink skin, glowing, and remarkably his still-stiff penis, standing at attention, rearing its lavender head. It its base his lovely scrotum hung fringed by freshly washed, curling hair. He was a lovely sight in the candle light. He toweled off his longish hair, walking toward her. “You know,” he said, his voice slow and soft. “I was thinking while I was in there.”

Alice’s eyes met his. “Yes?” she responded. “What were you thinking, sir,” she added for good measure.

He smiled. “Sir. I think I might like that a little,” he said. “Maybe you are getting the lay of the land after all.”

“Yes, sir,” she said again, to please him.

“I was thinking that you liked that just now. Maybe more than a little.” Cal tossed his towel aside and placed his hands on her knees. He ran his hands down her thighs, stopping where the soft hair of her mons began. His thumbs began to work the soft flesh, relieving some of the numbness that had crept into her limbs.

Alice lowered her lashes. Her cheeks flushed at the thought of how the moments of discomfort - even of pain - that he’d meted out had made her rush inside, made her ache, become wet. Her voice was quiet, a whisper. “Yes,” she said. “Yes, sir, I do.”

Cal ran his nails lightly back up her thighs, pushing them further apart. He gazed down at her, into the heart of her. Alice closed her eyes, imagining what he was seeing, the parted lips, swollen and pink, glistening with her moisture and his, the pert, little clit peeking up, the folds, so like a flower, like a gleaming, wet bloom. It seemed that his eyes burned into the soft flesh, made it hot, like the rays of the sun she’d enjoyed all these days now, on the deck of the FORBIDDEN.

She opened her eyes, feeling him leaving her again. From the credenza across the suite Cal picked up a candle. It was ensconced in a lovely silver and crystal holder, and smelled of honey and jasmine. He brought it close, so close she could feel the heat of it on her labia. He continued to stare at her womanly parts, in the glow of the candle. Then he placed it on the table, between her legs which began to shake with nervousness at the proximity of the flame to her softest parts. Cal went back to the bedside stand and removed something from the drawer. He appeared again at her side and held up a little silver chain, at the ends of which were two clamps. He stood above her head, his huge erection looming over her so that she could see the underside of it, the length of the shaft, the ropey veins, and the lavender head. She breathed in his scent, the one she had gotten to know so well. She felt she would know it anywhere.

She lifted her head slightly, extended her tongue and lapped at the underside of his cock. It responded to her touch by shuddering slightly. Then suddenly, in that lovely moment, there was the cruel shock of excruciating pain as Cal placed the clamps on her nipples. Alice cried out in shock, tears springing to her eyes – and unbelievably - juices from deep inside her wetting her slit afresh, betraying her.

Cal was again between her legs. Alice opened her eyes, breathing shallowly. The clamps on her nipples seemed to vibrate and tighten, but she knew it was simply that her nipples were swelling, becoming erect in the grip of the silver teeth. She writhed, her hips coming up off the table, and Cal grasped the candle and held it aloft. Alice looked up at him, her lips drawn back over her teeth, the clamps pressing into the soft skin of her nipples, her areoles, the little, silver chain dragging between her plump breasts. The light of the candle glowed on her skin, and then in his hands it was tipping, tipping -

“Cal!” she cried out, believing he was mesmerized by the sight of her body in the throes of pain and pleasure, that he was not paying attention to what he was doing. But then looking into his face, she saw he knew exactly what he was doing and what he meant to do, and she began to tremble violently with fear, with expectation, with lust and wonton desire that surprised even herself. She looked up, watched as the hot, molten wax dripped from the candle, cooling only slightly in the air before hitting her skin, running onto her breasts, her belly, her thighs. She screamed then, beginning to come, her honey running from her, and then feeling the spurting, hot cum issuing from Cal’s cock as he - between her legs, candle in one hand, fist pumping his cock with the other - came in a pearly spray that mixed with the wax cooling on her skin.

Chapter Five

Alice did not remember him carrying her up the stairs. She laid with him, his arms encircling her, in the cooling, healing waters of the pool on the top deck. Still warm from blazing sun of the day, the water lapped against their naked bodies, soothing them, while above them a million stars blazed over an indigo sky. Alice floated, worn, spent from Cal’s passionate onslaught of her body. The water felt almost other-worldly, thick, buoying her up, her nipples poking out of the water.

Cal stroked her shoulders tenderly. They hadn’t spoken, and Alice had no desire to break the silence. She had no idea what to say. She was caught in a mass of emotions - most concerning Cal, but some concerning herself as well. Until now, she’d been only mildly adventurous in her sexual escapades – what she’d been experiencing with Cal went above and beyond her wildest imaginings, especially the pain and pleasure thing - she’d had no idea, and she had to admit, part of her felt a bit of shame about it. But beneath the shame was the heat of excitement as well, the release she experienced by abandoning her inhibitions, feeling things she’d never felt before. And she had Cal to thank for all of it. How would any other man ever measure up?

She turned in his arms and laid her face on his damp skin. He rested his head on the top of hers. Over his shoulder, she could see the stars, twinkling against the midnight sky. Being on the water was so heartbreakingly beautiful. Tomorrow they would land, and Alice had to face the fact that she and Cal had not yet spoken of the “job offer” and the certainty that had grown within her. She slipped an arm around him, her fingers trailing from chest to back, feeling his skin, the defined muscles underneath. She sighed, her heart beat against his, and she knew that she was falling in love with this surprising man. There was no way she could live with being his “kept woman”.  Her breath hitched a little as she held back a tear.

“What is it?” Cal whispered, finally breaking the silence between them.

“It’s nothing,” she whispered back, and then Cal pulled her to him, kissing her deeply beneath the glowing light of the stars. Alice’s heart ached with longing for him – but not just sexual longing this time – for true connection, emotional connection. She pressed herself against him, front to front, feeling the whole length of him in the warm water of the pool, their skin silky against each other. His tongue was deep inside her mouth and she took him into her, kissing him back with passion, with her heart, hoping that he could feel what her heart was trying to tell him.

His body rose to meet her, and Alice could feel his growing hardness against her belly. Crying out, letting the tears come silently, tears he could not see for she was clinging to him, staring up into the stars over his broad back, wishing for him, Alice boosted herself against him, opening her legs like a flower, the cool water washing over her most tender, burning parts, and she wrapped her legs around him, sliding over him, his cock pushing smoothly into her like a well-used key in a lock.

Cal placed his hands at the small of her back and she leaned against him, her breasts coming up out of the water, pale in the starlight. He pushed into her over and over, and she moved her hips to meet him, softly, tenderly, with no trace of the earlier violent coming together.

Alice awoke to soft kisses at the base of her spine. She shivered pleasurably, feeling Cal’s firm lips on her skin, kissing his way up to the base of her neck. He lifted her hair and kissed her there, then spooned his body around hers, one arm sliding around her, his hand cupping her breast. He breathed into her hair, and Alice reveled in this moment, feeling safe and protected in his arms. She felt the slight hardening of his cock nestled against the cleft of her bottom, his long legs hugging the back of hers. He stroked her foot with his foot, and for some unexplainable reason, this tender, intimate action brought immediate tears to her eyes. Today they would land. And today she would have to tell him of her decision.