The Scandalous Billionaires Collection (25 page)

"Thank God for that." Jason said. "Come with
me, the car is this way. We can do therapy in my place today? Have
you got time?"

"All the time in the world."

"No clients to cancel?"

He was talking as though he still thought she
had a license to practice. Was it just his game or did he really
not know that she no longer had the right to counsel?

She poised herself to tell him and then
stopped. If he knew she had been struck off then the illusion would
be gone forever. He had always said he needed her to have power
over him, he needed her to be his therapist, he needed to have the
transference of his feelings about Tracy Dunleavy onto a counselor,
a woman of authority, or the spell would be broken.

"Let me make a few calls." She said. "It
should be pretty easy to clear the rest of the afternoon."

"Thank God for that too." he said and then
picked her up in his arms. "After yesterday I wasn't sure I would
get through another day without you."

The scene was a little bizarre, but nobody
batted an eyelid as he walked with his usual indestructible
self-confidence through the park with Melissa in his arms. When
they got to the limo he placed her carefully inside and then got in
next to her.

"I'm still having feelings about Tracy
Dunleavy." He said. "I need you to help me forget her. Can you work
on that today?"

The limo pulled out into traffic but it may
as well have not existed; they were so effectively cut off from the
world outside.

"I'll do my best." She said.

"God damn it Dr. Price, I need more than
that. You were sure of everything yesterday. I need that same
attitude today, nothing less. That's what I'm paying you for as my
therapist isn't it?"

The irony of it all stung her. That and the
somehow insulting reference to being paid for her services.

She jumped up and pushed him back onto the
seat.

"That's more like it." He smiled.

By the time they reached his penthouse the
two of them were breathing hard and suffering under the burden of
their respective desires.

Jason had to adjust his baggy running shorts
in order to get from the limo to the lift in his luxury apartment
building without being arrested. Melissa felt constricted in her
tight jeans and she longed to free her engorged breasts from her
constricting bra.

In the private lift they went at each other
again, half fighting and half loving. Each time his dominance
asserted itself she had to beat it down. She refused to be just
another one of his conquests and if he was serious about still
having feelings for the woman who had abused him then she would
need to take control and do something about that.

They fell onto the floor in his penthouse and
Melissa had no time to take in the incredible scale of the luxury
around her, the stunning views from every window in the home. She
was too busy controlling the pleasure that Jason's marauding lips
were bestowing on her increasingly naked body.

He carried her to the living room floor and
spread her out on the thick rug in front of the fire place before
removing his last items of clothing. She was already naked. The
anticipation of a repetition of yesterday's wild sex had her
already on the brink of her first simmering pre-cursive orgasm. His
body was already glistening with desire. The blindfolds had
enhanced everything else yesterday but today her eyes feasted on
the perfection of his form. The body of an athlete, the IQ of a
genius and the sexual instincts of a God.

"You'll say it this time." He said as he fell
upon her, devouring and invading her with his rock hard member.

She moaned in pleasure as he slowly plunged
the length of his manhood inside her, sliding exquisitely along her
quivering clit.

She gulped to control herself.

"Never." She said defiantly. "You left me
unsatisfied yesterday. You'll have to do better today."

His activities immediately intensified and
she felt her breath almost stolen from her as he penetrated deeper,
his controlling hands caressing, cajoling her ass, her hips, her
thighs and breasts. She wanted to scream his name and tell him he
owned her but she held herself back, releasing an incoherent scream
instead.

"Say it." He grunted into her neck. "You know
it’s true. You're mine and you've always been mine since the moment
I laid eyes on you."

She threw back her head and let out peals of
seductive teasing laughter into his ear.

"I own
you
." she insisted. "You've
been mine since the day you were born."

He lifted his head with a look of shock in
his eyes and then buried it again to her neck, resuming his pursuit
of her happiness, determined to ruin her with pleasure or die
trying.

Melissa couldn't hold back--her screams of
pleasure filled the penthouse and if the building hadn’t been so
tall they would have heard it in the street as well.

"You're mine." He growled. "Say it or I'll
fuck you until you beg me to stop."

"Keep going." She shouted. "Don’t you dare
stop until I tell you to."

He let out a roar of anguish and frustration
and then rolled over to his back, pulling her on top of him as he
had done the day before. Melissa felt him go even deeper inside her
with the sudden move and as before the crescendos of her climaxes
began to go ever higher. She threw back her head and put her hands
to her face, her chin was trembling, she could barely distinguish
her own voice from the thunderous beating of her heart and the mind
blowing sensations of lip-curling pleasure that wracked her from
head to toe.

"Say my name." she screamed. "Tell me I own
you. Say it!" She commanded him.

He screamed in agony again.

"Dr. Price." He shouted. "That's enough." The
painful writhing of his final orgasm exploded upwards and pushed
her to a climax that she thought would stop her heart. She fell on
top of him and this time the two lay together, utterly spent.

When she opened her eyes it was to see the
exhausted rise and fall of his sculpted pecs at eye level where her
head had fallen. It was time to tell him the truth, if he didn't
know it already, and then let the chips fall where they may.

"Jason." she said, knowing that this could be
the end of their time together. "You took care of William
Kingsley."

"Of course I did Melissa. That worm was out
to ruin the only therapist with the skill and intuition to know how
to work with my problem and the first who hasn't been intimidated
by who I am."

"Thank you Jason." She kissed his strong
chest and bit back a tear. "The committee informed me of his
withdrawal of the complaint against me."

He hugged her with one arm and kissed the top
of her head. She had never felt so protected in her life. It
wrenched her to the core to continue speaking.

"But they still took my license away."

Jason went deadly still. "They what?"

"As of this morning I was no longer a
practicing therapist. My license to practice was revoked before you
found me in the park."

Jason sat up and pushed himself away from
her. Melissa sat up as well, hesitating, afraid to let him go,
afraid to pursue him.

"You tricked me." He said.

"It's not like that."

Isn't it?
The voice of her conscience
pricked her.

"I thought you were still Dr. Price when you…
when you…"

"Made love to me?"

"Do you call that making love?"

Melissa faltered.

"Yes of course, what do you call it?"

His intense dark eyes stared deeply into her
emerald green. He stood up and came over to her, his naked and
magnificent physical prowess all too evident. He came down on his
hands and knees in front of her, reached out and gently placed his
strong but trembling hand to the small of her back and then drew
her forcefully towards him.

Their naked bodies jammed together and she
could feel the throb and swell of his returning desire.

So soon?
She thought.
And so
strong?
He was rock hard again in seconds, nothing like a man
who had just made the most incredible love to her moments
before.

He lay her down on the ground and molded his
body to hers, inexorably pushing her thighs apart with his powerful
legs.

"Soul-destroying, mind-fucking, earthshaking
sex is what I'd call it. But only if I thought any of that even
came close to what you just did to me." He mouthed the words
huskily into her ear between kisses and gentle bites to her neck,
to her shoulders and arms.

His desire was mounting with every moment and
she knew he would take her again and leave her wracked and
senseless on the floor another time but she pushed against him.

"You're not angry? Not disappointed?"

He threw back his head and laughed.

"Disappointed? Any man disappointed with that
doesn't deserve to own a pair of--"

"But you thought it was therapy, that I was
still a practitioner?"

"Since when has any doctor ever done this for
a patient? The moment you let me touch you was when that
relationship changed forever."

He was moving again, his rock hard lower
abdomen pressing against her quivering mound, stoking the flames of
desire deep inside her. She hungered for him again.

"What about the transference? Don't you need
it?"

"Need it." He grunted into her breasts as his
tongue went hungrily lower. "I know what I need right now and it's
not transference."

"What about Tracy Dunleavy?"

His mouth was already down to her navel,
lovingly exploring and sending tingles and shivers of pleasure
through her.

"Who?" He said.

"The girl who humiliated you."

"Her? Screw her. I took care of her and all
her stupid friends years ago." He secured Melissa's hips and ass in
his capable hands and then lifted her up to drag her pussy closer
to his waiting lips and tongue.

"You've cured me doc. I needed to learn how
to fuck someone that I have deep feelings for. That's exactly what
you taught me to do and that's exactly what I'm going to do right
now."

Melissa's heart was racing, both from the
thrill of anticipation as he held her legs open in front of his
mouth and from his words, rough and coarse as they were; he was
finally admitting his true feelings for her.

"I'm going to take the woman I love and make
her scream the roof down while I eat her alive."

He dragged her the last inch to his mouth and
began to lave deeply, quickly finding her clit and then working it
like the master manipulator he was.

Melissa's breath became rapid fire as she
felt the excruciating pleasure course through her. He was
unstoppable. She clamped her thighs against his jaw but he held
them back with his huge arms and refused to release her from the
torture of his desire to hear her scream. Her body began to buckle
and shake with uncontrollable lust. She was like a wild horse,
saddled for the first time and he wasn't going to let go until she
was thoroughly broken.

Then at last her screams came out--nothing
could have held them in--and she barely had the resources to
breathe.

If she made it alive through this one she
might still need an ambulance to bring her back to her senses. She
could see the headlines now: 'Death by Multiple Orgasm. Disgraced
doctor takes client to bed and breathes her last in the throes of
pleasure.'

At last her thoughts went blank and her mind
became one shrill bright light of intense release while the final
and most shattering of climaxes ripped through her body. She
released to the ground, a broken woman and then lay, gasping for
breath while Jason climbed still higher. His relentless tongue was
still hungry for the rest of her body, his cock was still
monstrously engorged and ready for her soaked, well-lubricated
pussy.

Melissa felt like she had died and gone to
heaven.

When they were finished and Jason lay
prostrate next to her, looking as though he had just washed up on
shore from a ship wreck, she reached over to play with his wildly
tousled hair.

"I guess this means you're not angry with
me?" she said weakly.

He opened his eyes as though he had been
unconscious for a week.

"I'm still angry." He said very seriously.
The smile left Melissa's face. "Angry that you didn't fuck me like
this the first day we met. Typical shrink, always trying to string
out therapy to make an extra buck."

"I'm sorry big boy, but I never do
mind-blowing sex in the first session."

"Is that so?" He growled. "How many of your
clients have gotten this kind of treatment then?" He pulled her to
him and she felt every inch the jealously guarded, prized
possession of the billionaire.

"I'm sorry Mr. Demovic, but as you know, a
therapist can't break client confidentiality. I'm not at liberty to
say."

"But you're not a therapist any more Ms.
Price. Now you're just my new toy." He grinned but then drew back
in shock at the sting of the slap she gave him.

"No way." She said imperiously. "
You
are
my
new toy."

He grunted and then smiled again.

"I'll take that." He said. "If it means more
of what we did just now."

Melissa turned serious again.

"Is this just about sex Jason? Is that really
all you needed to get from me? Great sex?"

Abruptly he jumped up and went for his
clothes.

"No. Not all." He said. "Come on. Get
dressed. I have something to show you and there's somebody I want
you to meet."

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm not your
servant. I'm not even your shrink anymore, so lose the commands or
there won't be any more of what you just had. Ever."

He looked frustrated for a moment but then
consciously slowed down. Gathering her lingerie carefully together
he came over to her.