If You Want It (BDSM Billionaire Erotic Romance) (If You Dare Book 2) (5 page)

Again and again she took him as far into her throat as she could, and each time she succeeded in taking him a little bit farther until eventually the entire length of his cock was in her mouth and her chin rested against his balls.

Dawson’s breath had been coming a little faster as the minutes passed and his grip on her hair had tightened until it became almost painful. As she massaged his balls she could feel them tighten and shift and she knew that he was close to ejaculating down her throat, which made her own body coil in anticipation of the treat. She could feel the dampness on the bedding she was sat on and her clit ached and throbbed for a little attention of its own.

“It’s not happening, Zoe.” His voice made her look up at him with a curious expression. Did he mean that he wasn’t going to give her any attention? As he bent down and pushed her backwards on the bed she realized that that wasn’t what he had meant. He flipped her over onto her stomach and then used his hands on her hips to pull her up onto all fours so that her ass was in the air but the top half of her body was still on the bed resting on her elbows.

Unbeknown to her, Zoe was in a perfect position of surrender and docility, and if she could have seen Dawson’s face she would have also seen the look of approval that he wore while he looked down at her. She visibly trembled while she waited for him to do whatever it was he was going to do. Her pussy lips swelled and her clit throbbed, while her nipples tingled and ached. The insides of her upper thighs were sticky and coated with her juices, and she couldn’t wait to feel him fuck her again. It had been way too long since the last, and only, time she’d felt him inside her.

She felt the mattress give under Dawson’s weight and as he positioned himself between her open legs she could feel the heat emanating from his body. She pushed her rear end back and gave a little wiggle, only to be rewarded with a swift smack on her tight rump which made her moan in protest.

Dawson took hold of his cock and aimed it at the opening to her pussy; rubbing it up and down her slit and coating it in her juices. Zoe struggled to stop herself from pushing back against him in an attempt to make him slip inside her. Once again, Dawson had other plans and he placed a hand on each cheek before pulling them apart gently and baring her most secret of holes to his sight. She gasped as she felt the coldness of a liquid being poured onto her asshole, and instinctively her body tensed up against what she now knew was about to happen.

“Relax, Zoe. Breathe deeply and slowly and try to make your body relax as much as possible and it won’t hurt as much.” That was easy for him to say, she thought to herself. It wasn’t him about to have his asshole violated. She took a deep, shuddering breath and tried to do as he’d advised. She had always wanted to try anal, but up until now she’d never had the courage. Dawson was rectifying that by taking the decision out of her hands.

She moaned as she felt his finger rubbing in the lube he had applied; his finger going in small circles around her puckered hole before he carefully inserted one into her. Zoe couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her, although she wasn’t sure if it was a sound of nervousness or desire. As Dawson started to move his finger in and out, imitating the motion that his cock would soon be making, she felt herself relax into it and the whimpers became ones of definite desire without a trace of nerves in evidence.

Dawson changed his position once more and she felt him rest his cock back between her cheeks and then used his hands to push them together; effectively trapping his member before sliding backwards and forwards, lubricating his length with the lube that he’d poured over her and making himself slick and ready. They both moaned at the delicious friction his movements caused, and this time Zoe couldn’t help but move her hips up and down in an unspoken invitation.

As his glans poked against her tight little hole, Zoe couldn’t help but look back at Dawson over her shoulder. The look of intense concentration and lust she saw there kicked up her own passion a notch and she couldn’t help her little whimper of desire. “Oh God, Dawson.”

“Is this what you want?” His voice was guttural and she knew that he was as turned on as she was. She moaned again as she felt him push a little harder; her puckered asshole giving just a little under his ministrations.

“Yes!” She couldn’t say anything else. She was too busy trying to relax and control her breathing. She didn’t see how he was going to be able to fuck her ass without it hurting, but God she was willing to let him try.
 

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Chapter Six

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Dawson pushed against Zoe and she felt her body resist the intrusion before it stretched to allow him to enter her just a little. Dawson stopped moving and gave her body time to adjust to him before pushing in a little deeper. She could feel her skin cooling with sweat as she concentrated; she knew that he wouldn’t do anything to hurt her, but this was still new territory as far as they were concerned and she knew that he wanted to push her to her limits.

Dawson pushed a little further and Zoe gasped as she felt the head of his cock penetrate her; her sphincter closing tightly around him as it welcomed him into her. He held still for a minute, his fingers digging into the fleshy buttocks as her tightness squeezed him as it adjusted to the intrusion, and then he pushed forwards a little more, making sure to go as slow as he needed so that she had plenty of time to get accustomed to his size.

“You are so fucking tight.” His words were a guttural statement of fact, with no response required from her; which was just as well because she was too busy relishing the feeling of having him inch his way into her forbidden orifice to have been able to vocalize anything anyway. All she was capable of was a small whimper of desire as her ass was slowly invaded by his length.

Dawson pushed again and then paused once more. “Do you remember our safeword?”

Zoe would never forget it. It was a word that he had told her to use on their very first BDSM session, and she had been instructed to use it if ever he did anything that she absolutely couldn’t handle. “Yes, I do.”

Still he hesitated. “What is it, Zoe?”

“Bananas.” She panted the word at him as she involuntarily wiggled her ass backwards in an attempt to make him move again.

As she said the word, Dawson lunged forwards and impaled himself deep inside her ass; no more hesitation and certainly no more gentleness. Zoe moaned loudly as she felt his balls come to rest against the opening to her pussy, and she pushed back again so that she was almost sat on him. “Yes!” She hissed the word without even being aware that she’d said anything, and Dawson waited a split second before withdrawing and pushing back into her again.

His hands were on her hips, and as he fucked her ass with increasing speed and vigor, his fingers dug into her and pulled her backwards onto him, making the impact even harder. Zoe’s ass contracted around his cock every time he pulled out, trying futilely to hold him within her and prolong the intensity of him fucking her.

If she could have seen Dawson’s face, she would have seen the mesmerized look in his eyes as he watched his cock disappearing inside her ass. In his mind, the only thing that could have possibly been better than the sight of it was the actual feeling of having her asshole contract around his thickness as it welcomed him. He thought that he’d gone as deep as he dared without hurting her, but Zoe had other ideas and pushed back onto him, making him go even deeper inside her anal recess and making his balls shift and move as they slowly filled with the juices that wanted to explode within her.

He had half been expecting for her to use the safeword, but as usual she surprised him in a good way. He was starting to think that there was nothing he could do to her that would faze or deter her, and that knowledge made him feel not only proud of her, but admiring of her also. It had been a long time since he had felt the need or the want to be with someone like he wanted to be with her. Someone he didn’t have to hide his sexual preferences from, and someone who would willingly join him in pursuing them.

As though sensing that his thoughts had drifted, Zoe gave a small wiggle, only to be rewarded with a smack on her ass cheek for her efforts. “Are you trying to tell me what you want, Zoe?” Dawson’s voice was stern, but she heard the underlying tone of lust. “You know the rules, don’t you?”

She gave a small moan and a nod of agreement.

He pulled back until his cock was almost out of her, and she moaned again; this time in protest. “Tell me what the rule is.”

“The rule is that you’ll…” Her voice trailed off on a gasp as he plunged back into her.

“Continue.” He pulled back again and paused with just the tip of his cock inside her.

“The rule is that you’ll tell me what I want.” Her voice was hoarse with longing and another moan of pleasure escaped her when he slid his length back into her tight ass.

“Exactly. I know what you want even before you know it yourself.” He pulled his hips back and Zoe held her breath while she waited for the inevitable thrust forward which came a split second later. “I also know what you need, and right now you need me to fuck your ass even though it’s your cunt that is crying out for attention.”

Zoe moaned again at the crudeness of his words, but she couldn’t deny that he was right. While her ass was filled with his cock, her pussy felt empty and her hand itched to find its way between her legs so that she could alleviate the ache of her clit.

“Am I wrong?” Dawson’s voice didn’t hold a single thread of curiosity in it. He knew damn well that he was right and there was no way that Zoe could argue with him.

“No you’re not.” Her voice sounded as needy as she felt, but the simple truth was that she didn’t know how to ask him if she could touch herself, or even if she should ask him. She was aware that he knew what she wanted, and she was also aware that he would soon tell her if she was allowed to touch herself.

“What would be perfect right now would be if there was another cock to fill your cunt.” Zoe moaned again, this time in disbelief. She had never imagined being fucked by two men at the same time, but his words brought an instant mental picture of that very thing happening and she had to agree that theoretically it did sound perfect. Dawson felt her ass contract around his cock as his words sank into her pleasure hazed brain and he gave a small chuckle as he pulled out and slammed back into her with so much force that his balls made a slapping sound up against her pussy.

“Oh God.” Zoe could feel the pressure building up inside her as he continued to ram himself in and out of her ass with increasing force. Her orgasm was so close, but her body was still crying out for something more. Her ass felt so full and she loved the feeling of him violating it, and her, but she needed something more. She wasn’t sure she could take much more of what Dawson was doing to her and was close to tears of frustration. “Dawson! Fuck my cunt. Please!”

Dawson realized that her climax needed a little more coaxing, but he wasn’t ready to relinquish control of her ass just yet. The tightness of her velvety sheath was too pleasurable for him to stop now, but he wanted to make sure that she gained pleasure from the experience as well. This may have been a punishment for her, but he wanted to teach her through both pain
and
pleasure. His fingers tightened their grip on her rump and he slowed his movements down a little.

“Touch yourself.” His words were nectar to her ears and Zoe put all her weight on one arm while she moved her hand down between her legs and found her throbbing clit with trembling fingers. She applied just enough pressure to alleviate some of the ache and then started to move her fingers in slow deliberate movements; rubbing in circles over her erect hood while the tension building inside her rose even higher.

Dawson felt Zoe’s fingers brush against his balls and he felt them shift again at the contact. Zoe had no idea just how much of a turn-on it was for him to take her ass in such an animalistic way, but judging by the moans of pleasure she was emitting, he knew that she was just as turned on by what he was doing to her. He pushed his hips forwards again, rutting into her ass as deeply as he possibly could, and Zoe’s fingers increased in tempo as she rubbed herself furiously.

She knew she was going to come just a spilt second before it happened, and despite his rule that she was supposed to ask for permission first, there was nothing she could do or say to stop the torrent of sheer pleasure that washed over her. Her empty pussy contracted and pulsated while her ass tightened even more around Dawson’s cock, coaxing his own ejaculation from him. As he grunted and pulled out of her and she felt the heat of his sticky man juice hit her back, Zoe rammed her fingers inside her snatch as hard as she could while her climax took over.

Her legs clamped together; trapping her hand between them while she writhed on the bed beneath Dawson who had wrapped his fist around his member and was himself moaning while stream after stream of thick come exploded from him and landed on the cheeks of her ass.

The two of them collapsed on the bed, panting as they caught their breath, slowly coming down from their sex-induced high. Dawson seemed to come to his senses first and he stood up a few minutes later without saying a word and walked into the en-suite bathroom, returning a short time later with a towel and wiping Zoe down while she lay there.

Once he’d cleaned her up as best he could he gave her ass a playful slap, making her yelp in surprise. “Maybe next time you’ll think before you fuck someone on company time.”

As he walked back to the bathroom, Zoe watched him in stunned disbelief. Was he really only pissed off with her because she’d slept with Armando while she was working? She’d thought that maybe he was a little annoyed because she’d had sex with someone other than him, but she was obviously mistaken. And she really didn’t like the way that made her feel.

Zoe got up off the bed and started to pull her clothes back on. She could take a shower when she got back to her own room, but right now she just wanted to get the hell out of Dawson’s. She heard the tap running in the bathroom and assumed that he was cleaning himself off, and as she was putting her shoes on she sensed him watching her. She looked up to see him leaning against the doorframe with an enigmatic expression on his face, and as he caught her look he stood up straight and walked towards her.

“Well done, by the way. Armando has decided that he wants on board with the company, so congratulations; you made the deal.” His tone was cool, with not a hint of emotion in it, and Zoe felt her blood run cold.

“When did you find out?” She knew her voice was cold, but there was nothing she could do to prevent it, and she really didn’t care anyway.

She wasn’t sure if Dawson really did look a little sheepish, or if it was her imagination simply hoping that he did. “He called me early this morning before I got to the hotel. He was very impressed with you and the way you handled yourself.” He gave a wry chuckle which just infuriated Zoe more. “And after finding out that you spent the night with him, that doesn’t surprise me at all. You are extremely good at what you do.”

That was just about all Zoe could handle hearing. He actually had the audacity to sound proud of the fact that she’d fucked Armando. Or maybe business was all he ever thought about and he was just proud of the fact that she’d got the damn contract, regardless of how it happened.

She walked through to the living room area and collected her bag off the chair, and then walked towards the door. “I’m glad you got the deal. I’ll see you later, Dawson.” She left his room without waiting for a reply, and made her way on legs that weren’t quite steady down to her own room where she promptly burst into tears that were a combination of humiliation, despair and pure, white-hot anger.

Sex with Dawson was absolutely amazing, and he pushed all the right buttons and knew instinctively what she liked and how she liked it. Hell, he’d known more about what she liked even before she’d even tried any of it. But that did not give him the right to treat her like a whore whenever it suited him, especially if he was just using her in order to secure lucrative deals for his fucking company.

Zoe was still shaking like a leaf, but now it was with anger rather than arousal, and she stripped her clothes off and threw them in the back of the closet in disgust. She needed a long hot shower, and she really needed to have a long hard think about whether this job was worth losing her self-respect over.