Sloane: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance Novel (3 page)

“When you’re given a command, you should obey it,” he said threateningly, “or there will be hell to pay.”  After releasing that comment into the thick night, he slammed the door shut between us.

Uncertain which of many emotions was taking over me, I started crying.  I must have been more startled than anything because I couldn’t understand where the tears were coming from.  I wiped them from my cheeks and ran desperately up the stairs.

There, in the entryway, was Jared.  My sweet, loyal, tame Jared.  I ran to him with my arms spread, tears rolling down my cheeks for a second time, and he received me immediately.

“Vanessa, what’s wrong?”  His eyes were wide with concern and I could see all his love for me in his big blue eyes. 

I wanted to tell him everything, about the frightening man and how I had almost gone with him in the ballroom.  I wanted to tell him about the girl screaming, about the torture, and most of all the threats.  I imagined Jared hearing it all and sweeping me off my feet to carry me to the car.  But I kept silent.

“Everything is fine.  I just tripped and banged my knee pretty bad.”  I was a bad liar but could fool Jared most of the time.  I searched his face for a sign of whether he bought it or not.

“Oh, poor thing,” he said as he reached down to rub my knee.  “Are you better now?”

“I’m always good when you’re around,” I confided.  He smiled dopily and took my hand again.

“Is this too much for you yet?  We can go anytime you need to,” he said, concerned.

Say yes, say yes!
I heard myself cry out.

“No, I’m alright.  Let’s stay as long as you like,” and we were on our way back to the ballroom.

We resumed our timeless position against the wall, watching others fuck anonymously and moan in ecstasy.  I grabbed another drink, but it didn’t help me escape the clutches of the beast.  I had thought of him previously as my admirer, but the way he ravaged that poor girl was anything but human.  She was obviously in pain.

Still, when I caught them she had a chance to signal for help and didn’t. 
Was it possible she had consented to this?
  I had heard of bdsm fetishes before but I wasn’t well versed in it.  Certainly no one could wish that upon themselves.  Still, I wondered if I was wrong about her intentions.  I wondered how it felt to be suspended from the ceiling awaiting the beast.

I replayed the terrifying scene in my mind over and over and with each review a sense of familiarity came over me, as if I knew him from somewhere before.  I dismissed this feeling and blamed it on the repetition of my thinking.

Jared hadn’t let go of my hand since we returned.  He was enjoying himself, but I could tell I was holding him back.  I was swallowed by guilt.  I was disconnected from the passion and ecstasy flooding the ballroom.

Just then, I noticed the doors open.  I must have been the only one paying attention because no one else turned their heads, not even the few standing at the entrance.

The beast
, I thought, as I saw a thick, blocky shadow step into the room, dripping with sweat.  He paused a moment, searched the room, and when his yellow eyes caught sight of me, his vision narrowed in.  He exhaled a big puff of air, ready to charge me and Jared.

I swallowed hard and prepared as much as I could for the punishment that awaited me.  I expected him to run, to leap at us in anger, but he kept a cool composure as he moved toward us, placing one thick leg in front of the other.

An unsettling thought came upon me. 
Where had I seen this man before?

He continued toward me until he was only inches away.  I could hear his sweat drip, and I felt his hot breath punch my cheek.  I don’t know what I was thinking, because despite the fear tightening my chest into a knot I bravely looked up into those bright yellow eyes.

Now that he was closer, I could see they were silver and reflected the light of the room, giving them a yellow tinge.  His eyes were beautiful.  They were large and full.  Like an empty lake at midnight, they had me mesmerized.  I felt an adventurous desire to dive in.

3

I’m not sure how long we stared at each other in silence.  I’m not sure if Jared had noticed anything between us.  All I was aware of were those glowing eyes and the change in my adrenaline from fear to excitement.  I stood vulnerable before this strong, dangerous man.

I noticed a shift in his eyes, quick like a light switch.  He leaned his lips to my ear.  Frozen, I waited for him to break the silence and reprimand me for catching him.  I expected him to show Jared and me the door, but what he said took me by complete surprise.

“
God
, woman, I
must
have you,” he whispered as he grabbed my wrist in a firm grip.  He spoke in a deep, breathy voice that sent shockwaves through every inch of my body. 

Maybe the oxygen was leaving my brain, because all I wanted was to know what it felt like to be suspended before him, defenseless like I felt in this moment.  The fluttering in my chest traveled down my stomach giving it a small cramp and rippling between my legs.  My pussy swelled and I could feel my sweet nectar pool between my thighs. 

There was no more denying it.  Everything I feared about this man made me want him more, and the more I desired him, the braver I became. 

My silence must have been concerning because he placed his other hand on my cheek to face him.  He surveyed my lips as if looking for the best way to approach them, and then expertly maneuvered them to mine.

He kissed hard and tenderly at the same time.  His pout was soft on a rugged jaw and he pushed into me until I winced.  I could feel him smiling through our kiss and my body felt disconnected from my head, begging silently for attention.

He pulled away slowly and released his grip.  Finally awoken, I turned to Jared who had been watching us and grinning.

“
Go, go
,” he whispered.  “Have fun.”  I panicked a little but pushed through it. 

“No,” said the beast.  Confused at his refusal, I turned back to face him but he was watching Jared.  “You’re coming too.  You’re going to watch me fuck your wife like she’s never been fucked before.”

My heart stopped.  He seemed dangerously competitive, not that there was much competition with Jared to begin with.  Jared wasn’t skinny but he wasn’t big.  He was tall but not as tall as the beast.  In bed he was loving and tender, always putting my needs first, doing the best he could.  And I felt guilty admitting it, but he wasn’t nearly as handsome and rugged as the beast. 

Jared looked confused, but intrigued.  He eyed the beast a moment to uncover his intentions, but when he found no answers, just nodded silently.

“Good,” said the beast.  “Follow me.”

Oh shit
, I thought. 
Were we going to his sex dungeon? 
I know earlier I wanted that, but now that it may actually be happening,
fuck
. 

But we didn’t go downstairs, we went up instead.  Jared and I watched the beast’s perfect ass as we followed him past each step.  I was comforted by the realization that the back of him was just as strange to me as his silver eyes.  I assured myself that I did not know who this man was.  The stairs took a similar turn like they did going down, and we finally reached a long dark hallway.

He didn’t search for a light, but continued into the darkness, eventually disappearing into it.  We could only follow the thud of his feet, nearly running into him when he stopped.  I saw a glimmer of light bounce off a set of keys he pulled from his pocket and used to unlock a door to his left.  When he pushed the door open, a soft red glow washed over us and he showed us in.

The display before us was not what I expected.  In the middle of the room was an unmade canopy bed with silk black sheets and black pillows.  On either side were long windows that were cracked enough to let in the cool breeze, and in all corners of the room were Victorian chairs facing the bed.

Where were the tools?  The whips, the chains?
  I still had a lot to learn about the beast.

“Before you enter,” the beast said, “there is one rule.”

Jared and I looked at each other with concern in our eyes, but Jared’s growing interest took over.  “And what is that?” he courageously asked.

“Moans, screams, cries of ecstasy and pain are allowed, but no talking.  The only word permitted will be ‘bull’ if the sex is too intense,” he said in a deep and serious tone.  I glanced again at Jared, but he stared down the beast, deciding what to do next.

“You got it,” said my stupid husband. 
No talking?
What if I need to reach out to him?
  My fear was returning as I felt like a piece of meat being tossed into a wild dog’s cage.  Without turning to me at all, Jared stepped in the room and picked a chair on the right.

The beast placed his hand on the small of my back, leaned into my ear and whispered, “Go to the bed, stand in front of it, and turn to face me.” 

My knees shook and my legs felt like pudding as I made my way to the bed.  The end of my dress slid up as I walked so when I reached the bed I tugged on it to pull it down. 

Between the pounding in my head and the reddish light of the bedroom, I felt like I was in a bad dream.  Preparing for the worst kind of pain, my head lightened until it was floating above the room. 

I turned to face the beast, and was again swept in familiarity.  I was more certain this time that I’d seen him before, standing in the doorway staring me down now with glowing red eyes.

In a blur, he let out a roar and charged me at full speed slamming the door behind him in one swift motion.  Before I could piece together his actions, he had my dress ripped and to the floor, one arm around my waist and the other on the back of my head.  He kissed harder than before and bit my lip almost to the point of breaking the skin.

My first thought other than the pain in my lips was of Jared.  My loving, tender husband in the corner, watching his beautiful wife attacked by a monster.  I imagined him horrified and knew he’d step in at any moment to save me.

A few rough kisses later and the beast started running his hands all over my body, touching ever inch.  He had my bra off without me even noticing and placed his hands on the back of my thighs.  In one sweep, he bent my knees causing me to fall.  I had to catch myself by wrapping my arms around his neck and then my legs around his waist.  He held me to him, breasts pushed against his huge chest, and I stole a glance at Jared to find him releasing his cock from his pants.

He’s actually enjoying this!
I thought.  A strange arousal filled my body as I saw my husband getting off to me with another man.  A dangerous man.

I went all in.  I kissed back hard and pulled the skin on the back of his neck to which he responded by biting my bottom lip harder. 

He pulled off only long enough to toss me on the bed.  I fell half on my back and half on my hip and when my eyes focused I saw the Bull climb up the foot of the bed, standing tall above me, studying every inch.

The next thing I knew he was crawling over me, kissing his way from my stomach to my breasts, where he landed on my left nipple and bit. 

Jared never bites my nipples
, I thought as a metallic taste entered my mouth and a shock shot through my entire body. 

The beast had rough hands that ran down the sides of my body as he teased my nipple, flicking between bites, and felt Jared’s hot gaze following the beast’s touching.  Then I had a horrible thought: 
Maybe Jared would learn a thing or two.

Guilt and arousal blended together as I received the greatest sexual pleasure of my life.  The beast switched between breasts while running his fingers over my soaked panties. 

When he bit a little too hard, I winced and pushed him off me. 
Big mistake
.  I had apparently missed the ropes attached to the headboard, and he punished me by tying my hands to it.

Once I was tied and helpless, he flattened his hand and gave me a hard spank before moving between my legs.  I looked over at Jared who was already stroking his hard cock at my sexual pain.

The beast used his teeth to grab onto the fabric of my panties and he slowly pulled them off, revealing my soaking wet cunt.  He tossed the panties to Jared, who took a whiff before dropping them to the floor and resumed his one and only task.

The beast’s head disappeared between my thighs and I felt his hot breath float over my pussy.  It tingled at the closeness of a strange man with my husband watching, and I wondered what his tongue would feel like. 

He didn’t reveal it to me.

Instead, I felt an ice cold rod touching my slit.  I twitched and moaned. 
He wasn’t going to use the freezing dildo was he?
  I looked down to see a glass toy awaiting entrance.  I closed my knees together to block him, but that made him angry.

He groaned, and split my legs apart forcefully and shoved the toy in deep.  My back arched in opposition and he twisted and pulled the toy too many times to count.  When my cunt had finally warmed it, he removed it, cleaned it with his tongue and tossed it to the floor.

Thud.

Next was an oddly shaped vibrator.  He laid it against my clit and turned it on.  My burning hot clit throbbed against the torturous vibration and I tried to shift away from it.  The beast firmly grabbed my hips with one hand and continued my torture with the other, until the pain receded and pleasure arose.