Dare Me: A Dark Billionaire Romance (7 page)

“I hope you enjoy The Beatles’ music,” Jasmine said, raising her glass in acceptance of his execution of the dare.

“I’ll cancel the order after you leave,” Dominic said with a shrug. “They’ll just be relieved not to have to find four women who can play instruments and sing in less than twenty-four hours.” Dominic took another sip of his wine and licked his lips. “My turn for a dare, I think?” Jasmine, her heart beating faster with anticipation, nodded.

As she drank her cocktail, and then another, Jasmine found herself becoming more and more drawn into the back-and-forth of the game between herself and Dominic; he challenged her to prank call an ex, and she challenged him to strip down to his underwear and run through the hallway of his floor singing the national anthem. He challenged her to knock on his neighbor’s door and pretend to be a high-class escort, looking for Dominic’s room, while Jasmine challenged him to ask one of the female neighbors he had on the floor of only ten suites for the number of a male escort service.

Finally, as she finished her second cocktail, Dominic turned his avid gaze on her; it was his turn to make the challenge, and Jasmine’s skin tingled with anticipation at the thought of what he might ask her to do. “I dare you to come with me into the bedroom,” Dominic said. Jasmine licked her lips, swallowing down the last of her cocktail.

“Okay,” she said quickly. She stood, and Dominic claimed the cocktail tumbler from her, setting it down on the coffee table alongside his wine glass. He took her hand and led her across the living room, his fingertips brushing along her wrist. He opened the door to the bedroom, and Jasmine shivered with anticipation as he led her into the room, reaching out to flip the light switch on. He closed the door behind them, and looked her up and down slowly.

“You look so good in that dress,” he said softly. Dominic reached out, trailing his hands over the curves of her body. He brought his gaze up to meet her eyes. “Take your clothes off, Jasmine.” His hands came away from her, and Jasmine moved slightly, tempted to immediately follow his command; it had been uttered in the same dominant, confident tone he had used in their first encounter. But she stopped herself, stepping back from him slightly.

Dominic raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. “Is there a reason you’re not complying with my order?” Jasmine grinned slightly.

“You didn’t dare me,” she pointed out. “Besides, it’s not even your turn, it’s mine.” Dominic chuckled, his gaze trailing over her body. He took a step back.

“I don’t want you to participate because you’re being dared,” he said, meeting her gaze once more. “I want you to agree to participate because you want to.” He shrugged, holding her gaze and smiling slightly. “I thought we had a good time at our last encounter, and you were very promising as a submissive. I just want to try that again, don’t you?” The smile broadened slowly. “I doubt you came here thinking that I would just have a couple of drinks and make out with you on the couch, right?”

“Not exactly,” Jasmine admitted. She bit her bottom lip, watching Dominic closely. “I can still use the safe word, right?”

“Do you remember it?” Jasmine nodded.

“Banana,” she said. Dominic smiled again.

“Then the choice is yours, isn’t it?” He extended his hands, moving to sit down on the edge of the enormous bed. Jasmine considered the proposition; it was what she was here for, wasn’t it? The allure of Dominic’s dominant demeanor and the “punishment” he had given her the first time they had been together had spurred both her irritation at the delay in meeting again and her interest in showing up when he called.

She reached around to her back, finding the zipper to her dress by touch. Jasmine tugged the zipper down slowly, watching Dominic watching her. She slid the straps down over her shoulders and let them fall along her arms before guiding the slinky, silky material of the dress along the curves of her body, pausing at her bust and then at her waist, enjoying the slight catch in Dominic’s almost silent breathing as more of her body was revealed. She let the dress fall to the floor and stepped out of it, standing before him briefly in nothing but her underwear and heels, feeling oddly self-conscious yet proud at the same time.

Jasmine turned her back on Dominic, reaching around to the clasp of her bra. She unhooked it, turning around to face him as she slowly peeled the satiny material away from her skin, gathering it to barely cover her breasts. She pulled it away as soon as she was facing Dominic completely once more, letting her full breasts bounce slightly as she freed them from the constraints of the garment, and tossing the fabric aside without paying attention to where it went. Finally, she hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties, holding Dominic’s gaze. She tugged the satiny material down over her hips and sank down with it slowly, guiding it down to her knees. She stood once more, letting her panties fall to her ankles, and then stepped out of them, standing completely naked before Dominic save for her heels; when she moved to kick them off, Dominic shook his head briefly.

“Those can stay on,” he said, a smile twitching at the corners of his lips. “They won’t get in the way.” Dominic stood in a fluid, graceful movement, closing the distance between them, and Jasmine gasped as his hands trailed over her body, caressing and teasing her. He cupped her breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze and wrapping his fingers around her rapidly hardening nipples. Dominic twisted and rolled them, sending jolts of pleasure through her body that made Jasmine moan out. She whimpered slightly as his hands finally fell away, looking sharply up at his face with a frown of confusion.

“Sir?” She was almost stunned at how easy it was to fall into the role he had given her, just from the simple act of stripping for him and agreeing to submit to him.

“I want you to join me in a little game,” Dominic said, holding her gaze with a faint smile. “I have some toys; they’re used to punish bad little girls like you.” Jasmine nodded, pressing her lips together to prevent the questions bubbling up inside her from spilling out. “I will use five of them on you, while you’re blindfolded. If you can identify them, I’ll finger you until you’re on the edge of climax. If you can’t identify them, I’ll use them to punish you.”

Jasmine’s eyes widened; this was more than she had expected—certainly it was miles ahead of what he had done with her in their first encounter. She had agreed to submit to him, and Dominic had said that she could use the safe word whenever she felt uncomfortable, unsafe—but did it count in a situation like this?
Am I really uncomfortable with it though? I came here expecting something like the first time. This is something like the first time—only more so.
She took a deep breath. If she really couldn’t handle what Dominic was going to do to her, she could use the safe word and it would be over; he had made that clear. “Are you interested in playing, Jasmine?” Jasmine exhaled.

“Yes, Sir,” she said. Dominic smiled slowly.

“Excellent.” Dominic gave her hips a lingering caress and then stepped away from her, walking towards one of the dressers in the room. She tried not to fidget as he opened the drawer, his back turned to her. Jasmine bit her bottom lip, her skin tingling in anticipation. She forced herself to breathe slowly and deeply, swallowing against the tightness in her throat.

Dominic turned back towards her, striding across the room with a long, opaque scarf in his hands, along with lengths of more of the silk rope that Jasmine remembered from their first encounter. Dominic set the rope aside. “First things first,” he said quietly, losing none of his dominant demeanor. Jasmine forced herself to remain still as he raised the scarf up to her face, in spite of the chills that ran through her spine. Jasmine swallowed as her vision was utterly covered and obscured. There was a whisper of fabric as the scarf tightened around her head, tugging slightly as Dominic knotted it just above the tight bun in her hair. She closed her eyes even though she knew it made no difference; Jasmine could feel her eyelashes against the silk of the scarf. Everything around her was darkness—the blindfold was so tight that even though she instinctively turned her head, opened her eyes to attempt to look, none of the room’s light broke through. “That’s enough,” Dominic said. Jasmine flinched slightly, instinctively, as Dominic’s hands closed around her wrists. She felt the tickle of the silk rope against her skin.

She gasped as the rope tightened around her wrists; Jasmine felt the pull and tug, felt the silky lengths coiling around her arms again and again until she was well and truly trapped. No matter how she pulled at her wrists, they would not budge—the rope bit more firmly into her skin and after a moment she stopped. “You have to trust me now, Jasmine,” Dominic said firmly. “I won’t let you trip or fall.” He tugged slightly at her bound wrists and she took a step, her head turning as the sound of her footfalls on the thick carpet seemed impossibly loud. She let Dominic lead her through the room, without having any idea of where she was in space, utterly blind and vulnerable.

Dominic lifted her arms above her head and Jasmine felt the ropes tighten. Her shoulders tensed at the position, and she knew that she wouldn’t be able to hold her arms up forever in the way Dominic had them—they would start to ache, and then they would simply fall. “Relax,” he told her after a moment. Untrusting, Jasmine tentatively complied, and found that she was unable to bring her arms down; they were attached to something over her head, leaving her whole body exposed and available for whatever Dominic had in store for her. Even relaxing didn’t quite ease the strain on her shoulders. Jasmine knew that she would be sore the next day—an idea that she relished.

She heard him leave her—his footfalls filling her ears, more sensitive to sound with her vision utterly gone, and Jasmine shivered at the feeling of the cold air of the room brushing against her skin, caressing her everywhere in Dominic’s absence. She inhaled sharply as she heard the drawer opening again, as she heard the clink and clatter of various objects. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what he might take out of that drawer, what might be in it. Jasmine swallowed.
You can use the safe word at any time,
she reminded herself. “Are we ready to begin?” Dominic’s voice was on the other side of the room still, all of the movement stopped.

“Y-yes, Sir,” Jasmine replied. She took a deep breath, steadying herself, as she heard him coming towards her slowly, deliberately taking his time. She heard the clatter of him putting something down—several things, and Jasmine turned her head in the direction of the sound, trying to make it out.

“No. No anticipating, no trying to think, Jasmine. You need to devote all your attention to what’s happening. Are you ready?” She nodded, licking her lips before answering out loud.

“Yes, Sir,” she said.

“Very good.” Dominic’s hands trailed over her body slowly and Jasmine shivered, arching into his touch. He cupped her breasts, massaging them slowly and then bringing his thumb and forefinger around her nipples. Jasmine moaned as he twisted and rolled the firm nubs, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. “Here we are,” he murmured lowly, his lips only inches from hers. “First test, little one.” His hands left her and Jasmine groaned with frustration; she was already slick with desire—she had forgotten the game she had agreed to almost completely.

The next moment, something cold closed around her left nipple, and Jasmine cried out as it tightened, sending icy spurs of sensation into her breast. The cold clamp tightened around her sensitive nipple, and she let out an involuntary squeal, twisting and arching to get away from it—but it went nowhere. The next moment, Dominic’s hand was on her hip, gripping tightly. “Do not struggle, Jasmine. We’re not finished with this.” Jasmine clenched her teeth, breathing slowly through her nose. As soon as she had calmed, she felt the sharp, tight coldness wrap around her other nipple, sending a new wave of sensation through her body.

Jasmine strained against the bindings that held her arms over her head, panting as the cold pleasure and pain crackled through her body. It was so much—too much. And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to say the safe word. After a few moments that seemed like an eternity, Dominic spoke once more. “There now, how do you like this?” Jasmine let out a whimpering cry, unable to form words. Dominic chuckled lowly. “Can you tell me what you think those are?” Jasmine shuddered, struggling to think, trying to form the words.

“Y-y-yes, Sir,” she said finally, taking a few slow breaths. “They—they’re—they’re clamps, Sir.” Jasmine writhed, unable to help herself as the sensation somehow intensified; every movement sent new waves of pain and pleasure through her body that she couldn’t quite comprehend.

“Almost a shame,” Dominic told her, amusement in his voice. “Of course, you do know that if you really like one of these devices, you can just guess wrong on purpose.” Jasmine whimpered.