Dare Me: A Dark Billionaire Romance (11 page)

“We will see about the big head. But I appreciate your willingness to keep the night interesting for me.”

The drive to the hotel hosting the gala event was brief; Jasmine thought that she almost could have walked it, but was glad—considering her dress and shoes, and how expensive they were—that she didn’t have to. True to his prediction, there were no flashes of paparazzi taking pictures as they stepped out of the car together, though Jasmine could see evidence of them having been there earlier. Dominic led her up the few steps to the entrance of the hotel, and handed his invitation to a guard, who cross-referenced his name from a clipboard. “Welcome to the ball, Mr. Harper,” the man said, gesturing for them both to go in.

Jasmine looked around as they made their way towards the ballroom that had been reserved for the event, trying to discern just what cause it was for. “It’s a fundraiser of some kind,” Dominic said, correctly interpreting her glances around for seeking information. “Of course, by arriving late we pretty much have already informed them that neither of us has any intention of donating to whatever worthy cause this is.”

Jasmine snickered. Dominic’s lack of interest was glaringly obvious, and she wished, for just a moment, that she had the kind of clout, money and position in life to be able to shrug off the cause for a gala that she had been invited to and pay no attention to it at all. She followed Dominic’s lead, ceasing to look for hints and clues and telling herself that just like before, with James, the event was nothing more than an excuse to go out and have a good time. She and Dominic would dance, talk, maybe have a few drinks, and then—with any luck—they would leave, to spend the night in his hotel room together. She had already decided that since she didn’t have to work the next day, she would absolutely accept any offer from him to stay the night, assuming that he made one.

They stepped into the ballroom together and Jasmine assessed the event quickly; most of the people gathered were at least twenty years older than her, some of them thirty years older. A dozen couples were on the dance floor, but the majority of people in the room seemed to be gathered in small groups at the tables, discussing one thing or another. “The main event of the evening is always the speeches,” Dominic murmured in her ear. “So of course I wanted to avoid that.” Jasmine held back a laugh at his sardonic words, keeping her face composed.

“Aren’t you a philanthropist?” she asked, lowering her voice.

“I am,” Dominic said, giving her arm a gentle squeeze. “But I prefer to work with specific individuals within an organization and know just where my money is going and what it’s doing for them. Situations like these—ostentatious money grabs—are only good for one thing, and only then if you have a suitable date.”

“Oh, so I’m suitable?” Dominic flashed a quick grin at her.

“You are more than suitable. Gorgeous, poised—and certain to be endlessly entertaining to me. I couldn’t think of anyone better than you.” They sat at the table that had been reserved for them and surveyed the room, trying to find something that could provide some amusement. After a few moments, she started to think that the group of people assembled at the ball could not possibly have been duller.

“It feels like I might actually fall asleep if I pay attention to my surroundings. Everyone is so…”

“Smug? Self-satisfied? Stultifyingly boring?” Jasmine snorted, biting back a laugh. Dominic leaned in closer. “Shall we see if the magic from our last outing will repeat itself?” Jasmine’s eyes widened and she felt her heart speed up in her chest.

“Are you suggesting a continuation of our game?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I am,” Dominic confirmed. “And since you dared me to take you on a date, it’s my turn. I dare you to follow me.” Jasmine glanced around; there was nothing at all holding her to the event in progress.

“I accept,” she said, smiling slightly.

Chapter Ten

Jasmine followed Dominic out of the ballroom and into a corridor, feeling her skin tingling and her body heating up with every step. The music faded behind her as she glanced around; there were only a few people coming and going, most of them servers with trays full of either drinks or empty glasses headed back towards the kitchens.

Dominic opened a door and propelled Jasmine through it. Looking around, she could see that it was some kind of staging area—a server cut through on her way to the ballroom, but apart from that it was deserted. The room boasted a few low chairs, and a gas fireplace that was currently shut off. “Now, where can we get a little bit of privacy in here?” Dominic asked, not looking at her. Jasmine’s heart beat faster in her chest. The room was deserted now, but she couldn’t help thinking that at any moment there would be one of the staff members coming through, on their way to the kitchen or back out to the ballroom. Dominic’s hand gave hers a squeeze. “Bingo.”

He pulled her in his wake as he made his way across the room, and Jasmine realized that they were headed for a tiny little alcove, with thick drapes that hung nearly from ceiling to the floor. Dominic pulled the curtains aside and gestured for Jasmine to step into the little recess. She had to wonder what its real purpose was, because while there was a ledge, there wasn’t anything to indicate that it was actually intended for any kind of private conversation. Dominic pulled the curtains around them, and his hands came to life along the curves of Jasmine’s body, caressing and teasing her. “How quiet do you think you’re capable of being, Jasmine?” he asked her, his voice a tense whisper in her ear. “We’re alone right now but that could change at any minute.” Jasmine’s cheeks burned as one of Dominic’s hands slid down along the skirt of her dress and she realized just what he intended to do.

“I-I think I can be pretty quiet,” she murmured, panting. Dominic reached up, his eyes glowing in the semi-darkness as he smiled slightly. He tugged the front of her dress down to reveal her bra and raised an eyebrow in appreciation.

“Later, I’m going to take a little more time to appreciate this,” he said, cupping her breasts through the fine lace of her bra. “But for now, let’s give you a little test, hmm?” Jasmine nodded, clenching her teeth against a gasp as Dominic’s fingers closed around her nipples, pinching them lightly. “Very good, little one. Very good.” He brushed his lips against hers, his hands trailing down along her body slowly. Dominic found the hem of her dress, and Jasmine shivered as she felt his fingertips grazing along her thighs. He found the waistband of her panties and tugged them down over her hips, dragging the thin material downwards along her thighs.

Dominic broke away from the kiss, and Jasmine, sensing what he wanted her to do, stepped out of her panties as he brought them down along her legs. Dominic grinned slightly, flourishing the lacy, damp material. “This will help. Open your mouth, little one.” Jasmine balked, understanding what he was implying, and Dominic raised an eyebrow. “Your choice to submit to me or walk out of here,” Dominic said lowly. Jasmine took a slow breath. She could submit—she could use the safe word. She could walk out. Jasmine swallowed nervously and opened her mouth. Dominic rolled her panties into a ball and pushed them between her lips, just past her teeth. Jasmine could taste her own fluids on her tongue and realized that she was not just aroused, she was soaking wet already.

Dominic’s hands slipped up beneath her dress once more. “Do you remember how much you enjoyed me getting you off with my fingers, the first time we were together?” he asked, his voice a low, purring growl in her ear. Jasmine nodded, breathing in sharply as Dominic’s fingertips danced along her drenched folds. She shivered against him as Dominic stroked her with a feather-light touch, teasing her. “You’re so smooth,” he murmured softly. “Did you do this for me?” Jasmine nodded again, her breath catching. Dominic’s fingers pressed against her, slipping between her labia, and he rubbed her slowly, finding her clit by touch. Jasmine inhaled sharply, trembling between the wall and his hard, muscled body.

Dominic worked her steadily with his fingers, and Jasmine struggled to keep herself quiet as he stroked and rubbed, teasing her clit and then working his way down to her inner labia. Dominic brushed his lips along her throat, and Jasmine’s jaw clenched as he slid two fingers inside of her slowly, rubbing along her inner walls. It felt impossible to hold back the moans building up from her chest, but somehow she managed, shivering and trembling, her knees like jelly underneath her. Dominic brought her to the edge of orgasm in what seemed like a matter of moments, and Jasmine writhed, soft whimpers leaving her lips in spite of the panties wadded in her mouth. Dominic kissed and nipped along the column of her throat, sharp bursts of almost-pain and softer, warm caresses from his lips vying with the rubbing, stroking touch of his fingers inside and outside of her pussy.

Jasmine’s hips moved, twisting and pushing down to meet Dominic’s touches, and she clenched her teeth, struggling to fight the noises that threatened to rip through her throat at every moment.

Just when she was on the edge, about to tumble over into climax, Dominic’s fingers retreated. “Very good again, Jasmine,” he murmured, his voice low and growling in her ear. “I’m starting to think you’re a natural at this.” Jasmine shivered, grabbing at him convulsively, her whole body racked with the tingling, crackling sensations of her denied orgasm. Jasmine shook her head at the idea that she was “a natural,” fidgeting and squirming as she tried to get contact between Dominic’s fingers and her pussy once more. “We’ll have to work on your patience, though,” Dominic told her, chuckling lowly.

He lifted her skirt up around her waist, and then Jasmine felt her weight leaving her feet. Dominic pinned her against the wall at her hips, caressing her briefly. He removed the panties from her mouth. “Training wheels off,” he murmured, letting the soaked fabric fall to the floor. Jasmine nodded; she could feel the hard ridge of Dominic’s erection pressing against her. She wanted him—she needed him. She wasn’t sure if she could keep herself from moaning and crying out; it had seemed so difficult even moments before, when he had been fingering her, driving her wild with his touch.

Dominic claimed her lips with his own, kissing her hungrily. Jasmine felt his fingers brushing against her and realized that he was unbuttoning and unzipping the fly of his pants. She deepened the kiss as she felt Dominic’s cock spring free from the confines of his clothing, brushing her drenched folds as she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Remember,” Dominic murmured, barely breaking from her lips. “Someone could walk in at any moment. Do you want us to be thrown out?” Jasmine heard a soft, almost growling sound leave her throat as she kissed Dominic even more hungrily, pushing her hips down to rub against his hot, hard cock.

“I will keep quiet,” she murmured, her voice barely a whisper. “If you can.” She felt Dominic’s lips curve against hers in a smile and the next moment he thrust up into her, filling her up all at once, challenging her. Jasmine’s hands grabbed at his shoulders, her muscles tightening convulsively as she inhaled sharply through her nose. Dominic began moving inside of her at once, thrusting hard and fast, and Jasmine barely let her lips break from his, struggling to temper the moans that built up inside of her. Every movement of Dominic’s hips pushed his cock deeper and deeper, rubbing along her inner walls, barely missing her g-spot, and the friction between their bodies sent tingles through her clit, making it nearly impossible to think—to remember that she had to keep as silent as humanly possible.

Jasmine twisted and writhed, trapped between Dominic and the wall. Her hands wandered over his back, exploring the hard lines of his body through the fabric of his clothes as they moved together. Little sounds built up in her chest, rising up to her lips only to be muffled against Dominic’s mouth. Cold and hot flashes of pleasure rushed through her, tingling at her nerve endings as her muscles flexed around Dominic’s cock, her body coming closer and closer to orgasm with each moment. She twisted her hips, shifting them as much as the confined space between Dominic’s body and the wall would allow, intent on making him come first—if he came, then she would win, she’d be able to stay nearly silent.

But Dominic slipped one hand between their bodies, seemingly equally determined to win himself, and Jasmine gasped as his fingertips rubbed and stroked her clit in counterpoint to his thrusts. She pressed her lips together, clenching her teeth, as her pleasure mounted, bringing her to the edge. Dominic’s cock brushed against her g-spot, sending a jolt of such intense pleasure through her that all Jasmine could do was bury her face against his neck, the moan that ripped through her muffled against his skin. In a matter of moments, it seemed, she was unable to hold back any longer. Jasmine’s legs tightened around Dominic’s waist, her muscles contracting and flexing in spasms she couldn’t control as wave after wave of pleasure rushed through her body.

Her orgasm intensified, and Jasmine clenched her teeth, struggling against the moans that rose up inside of her with every thrust of Dominic’s hips, as he brushed against her g-spot over and over again, his fingertips working her clit in swirling circles that made it impossible to think. She felt his cock twitching inside of her, and after a few moments Dominic’s entire body tensed. Jasmine let out a soft, almost-whimpering moan as she felt the hot, sticky-slick gush of his come flooding into her. Dominic somehow managed to remain nearly completely silent, bringing Jasmine’s lips to his to kiss her eagerly as he thrust into her a few final, fast times, the barest hint of a moan vibrating against her tongue.

They both sagged against the wall, holding each other up, and Jasmine panted softly as aftershocks of her climax rippled through her body. For just a moment, she wondered about the dress—about whether they had somehow managed to rip or damage it—but the haze of pleasure that fogged her mind made it unimportant.
So what if I can’t return it?
She thought idly, resting her forehead against Dominic’s shoulder.
Why would I want to now that it’s seen this kind of action? I will find a goddamn way to keep it.

After a few moments, Dominic pulled back, setting her gently on her feet and steadying her against the wall. “We’ll have to sneak back out soon,” he murmured, fixing his clothing and zipping his fly. “After all…someone’s bound to come in here with the same idea we had.”

Imagining some of the people she had seen—mostly older couples and silver-haired men with dates whose mid-twenties ages proclaimed them to be kept women, Jasmine shuddered. The last thing she wanted was to be stuck watching the others at the ball making out because she and Dominic had slipped into one of the only private spots in the ballroom suite.

She rearranged her clothes, giving herself a cursory inspection; there were no rips or tears, no obvious stains that she could make out. The skirt of her dress was slightly wrinkled, but she thought that no one would really be paying that level of attention to her—and of course, she thought with a blush, even if they did, it wasn’t like she had done anything too obvious. Dominic retrieved her panties from the floor and handed them to her with a satisfied, amused grin. Jasmine’s blush deepened and she slipped them on, shivering at the cold and damp feeling of them against her skin.
I’ll live,
she told herself, smoothing the folds of her skirt over her thighs.

“Ready?” Dominic asked her. Jasmine nodded and he pulled aside the heavy drapes and leading her quickly out of the alcove. There was no one in the room—not even a server cutting through to the kitchen.  He led her once more through the corridor, straight-backed and absolutely confident, and Jasmine followed his lead. She threw her shoulders back and looked straight ahead, giving his hand a playful squeeze. “I believe it’s your turn to dare me,” Dominic murmured, leaning in close, and Jasmine shivered at the feeling of his hot breath against her skin.

She considered her options as he led her back into the ballroom, snagging two glances of champagne from a passing tray and handing her one. Jasmine smiled, feeling the warmth spreading through her body. She could feel the wetness of her fluids and Dominic’s come mingling, soaking into her panties, but it was almost like a dirty secret, a joke she was playing on the whole, respectable room. “I dare you to dance with me,” she said quickly. Dominic raised one dark blond eyebrow, but his lips twitched into a smile, and he nodded.

“Take a sip and set your glass down, and we’ll dance,” he suggested. Jasmine did as she was told, taking a long sip of the champagne and setting it down at their table. Dominic followed suit and took her hand once more, leading her onto the dance floor.

Dominic’s hands slid down along to her body, coming to a rest just above her hips, and then shifting to the small of her back. Jasmine draped her arms around his broad shoulders, falling into his rhythm, her body swaying as they both fell into the beat of the music. Jasmine closed her eyes, resting her cheek lightly against Dominic’s shoulder, barely leaning against him as they found their way along the dance floor. She sighed, realizing that she was content more than just because of the orgasm she had experienced only moments before.