Bought by the Billionaire (The Billionaire BDSM Series) Page 2

  Chapter 3

  Dominic drove around the circular driveway then pulled in beside his midnight-blue Porsche. It had been a long day and a long week and he was beat. But there was one thing to look forward to, and as he thought about it a slow smile spread across his lips. Taylor Smith would be in his bed tonight.

  At the thought of her, tall and willowy with legs perfect for wrapping round his waist, his cock hardened in his trousers. God, he was looking forward to losing himself deep inside her.

  There was something about Taylor Smith that drew him in, made him want her so bad that he’d gladly jumped at the chance to possess her. It wasn’t just her beauty. And she was beautiful…with straight blonde hair that fell in a white-gold curtain down her back, full pink lips perfect for kissing, and those almond-shaped eyes, a sparkling green filled with vibrancy and life and just a hint of defiance. Perfect. He loved a girl with spirit.

  But Taylor Smith was more than that. She radiated an intelligence that told him she was a woman he could relate to, one who could do far more than just warm his bed. One who would anticipate his every need, both physical and emotional. If properly trained.

  And he planned to do just that. By the time he was done with Miss Taylor Smith she would be the perfect submissive.

  Because from the first time he laid eyes on her he'd known - even if she didn't know it herself - that this girl would blossom and bloom if dominated by the right master.

  Dominic walked in through the front door of his house, confident that his staff had prepared his home exactly as he had ordered. Of course, they would also have vacated the property by now. He hardly ever required their services on the weekend. And especially not this one.

  No, the next couple of days would be dedicated to the initiation and training of his new charge and he wanted no distractions.

  He dropped his briefcase on the floor in the foyer and strolled across the expansive entrance to the hallway that led to his private suite. It was off from the main building, with separate gardens and entrances, a whole world to itself. His world. It was a place to which he could escape and lose himself in a fantasy universe of his own creation.

  When he got to the door of the suite where he’d instructed Taylor to wait for him he did not bother to knock. There was no need. This was his domain and she, merely one of the toys available for his pleasure. And she would be happy to play that role. He would make sure of it.

  Dominic opened the door and walked in. The living room area was empty, with no sign of Taylor anywhere. Good. That meant she was exactly where he wanted her. He crossed the carpeted room and pushed open the door to the bedroom and there, lying on top of the king-sized bed, dressed in a black lace teddy that displayed the smooth length of her leg and the creamy skin of her belly, was his prize.

  At the sight of her his dick grew hard in anticipation of the pleasures to come. He walked over to the bed and stared down at her sleeping form. Lost in the world of slumber, her mouth lost its defiant little pout and was now soft and vulnerable, ready to be kissed. Her generous breasts rose and fell as she slept and her breath came out in soft little sighs.

  Dominic smiled. It was good that she was getting her rest because, from here on, she would be having a very busy night.

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  Taylor’s eyelids fluttered. Someone was calling her name. She drew in her breath as her mind fought through the mist of sleep, pulling her back to reality. Then she blinked and slowly opened her eyes.

  And then her heart jerked beneath her breasts. There, standing by the bed, was the man she’d been waiting for all evening, the one who she was to serve for the next three months of her life.

  And he looked like the consummate lord of the manor, so rakish, with a six o’clock shadow darkening his chin, his jacket and tie gone and his collar open to reveal a strong neck and muscled chest. And as he stared down at her, his dark eyes bored into her as she knew they would, because that was who he was – a man so deep, so intense that he would be hard to decipher.

  Was that what had drawn her to him? There was something about Dominic D'Angelo that she found frightening and yet…irresistible. It wasn’t his looks. He was handsome but his face was too masculine – strong nose, square chin – for him to be called gorgeous. But there was no mistaking his strength and dominance. And that, Taylor suddenly realized, was the secret to his appeal.

  “Are you ready to serve me?”

  The audacious question snapped her attention back and she shifted on the bed, making haste to sit up. “Yes, sir.” She spoke demurely and dropped her eyes, just the way she guessed he would like it. He would expect nothing but total obedience from her.

  “But do you want to serve me?”

  The second question took her by surprise. She knew she had to serve him to save her brother’s skin but did she want to? “Yes,” she said and this time she looked him right in the eyes.

  Dominic cocked an eyebrow then rested his hands on his hips.

  Taylor felt the flush rise to her face. She dropped her eyes. “I mean, yes, sir.”

  He gave a grunt of satisfaction. “You can start by getting me cleaned up. Come.”

  When she raised her eyes again he spread his arms wide and gave her a pointed look. Realizing it was time for her to begin her duties she quickly slid off the bed and went to stand before him. With trembling fingers she undid the first button and then the next but as she went down his body her nerves began to calm and she grew bolder.

  In quick time the shirt was off, leaving his muscled upper body bare to her admiring gaze and then she was kneeling at his feet, undoing the belt around his waist. For a brief moment she’d been eager but now as she neared the most intimate part of his person the trepidation returned, and her fingers grew still.

  “Is there a problem?” Dominic’s voice was stern, a hint of impatience in his tone. He obviously had no time for shyness.

  “N…no, sir,” she whispered and reached up to pull his zipper down. The trousers slid down his legs and fell in a dark blue puddle at his feet, leaving him standing there in boxer shorts that tented in front. There was no ignoring his state of readiness.

  Her mouth dry with anticipation, Taylor bit her lip and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of Dominic’s shorts. Then she cheated. As she pushed the shorts off his hips she clamped her eyes shut and even when she’d pushed it all the way down his legs and to its bed of dark blue on the floor she still couldn’t tell what he looked like. Down there.

  But then she couldn’t hide forever. And so, as she crouched on the ground between Dominic’s legs, she opened her eyes and looked up and there, jutting out from its bed of curly black hair, stood his manhood – rigid and ready. Oh, Lord.

  Dominic took over then. He bent down to push his socks off his feet then straightened and kicked the clothing from around his ankles. Then he turned and, without an ounce of shyness, he headed toward the luxurious bathroom.

  Taylor scrambled up and scampered to get ahead of him. There was no way she could allow him to get there before she did. It was her duty to serve him and she was determined to do just that.

  She turned on the faucet and as the whirlpool tub began to fill with warm water she poured in scented oils and aromatic bath gel in preparation for her liege.

  He slid in even before the tub was half full and let out a long, contented sigh. Then he leaned back and, looking at her through half closed eyes, he reached out his hand. “Join me.”

  It was not a request but an order. Immediately, Taylor pulled the bow at the front of her teddy and let it slide off her shoulders and fall to the floor. Her breasts, swollen and full with desire, were now exposed to his hungry gaze. The tiny bikini panties followed next and as she stepped out of them and returned her gaze to Dominic he licked his lips. Hopefully, he was liking what he was seeing.

  With a jerk of his head he beckoned her over and she slid into the tub beside him. Then she reached for a fluffy sponge and began to circle his neck, then she was massaging his arms a
nd then his chest, until she’d gone much lower and began to tease the soft hairs at his groin.

  And when he sank deeper in the tub, closed his eyes and rested his head back against the rim she grew bolder, running the sponge all the way to the tip of his shaft then sliding it back down, up and down, stroking and caressing until it throbbed and jerked beneath her hand.

  Dominic groaned and splayed his legs, giving her greater access. She slid closer until she was kneeling between his legs, the sponge discarded, only her fingers working, sliding up and down his shaft.

  When Dominic groaned again she stroked faster and faster and when his butt muscles clenched and his hips jerked up she did not stop until he let out an explosive breath and a jet stream of passion shot out of the tip of his cock in a long, white cord that coiled to the surface of the water.

  Dominic slumped back against the tub then he looked at her, a satisfied smile on his lips. “Well done,” he said as he reached out and slid his fingers into her hair. “That deserves a reward.”

  Then he pulled her forward and kissed her, his mouth bold and possessive, leaving her in no doubt that he was in charge. And then he was standing up, taking her with him, lifting her into arms that felt as solid as rock.

  And as he walked with her toward the bedroom Taylor’s heart pounded and she pressed her face against his shoulder.

  She knew what was coming. She could only pray that he would be gentle.

  Chapter 4

  Dominic laid Taylor on top of the bed she’d so recently vacated and when she rolled away and covered her breasts with her palms he chuckled. “Too late to play shy with me,” he said as he pulled her hand down and trapped them by her sides. “And remember your position. Don’t let me have to punish you.”

  That got a reaction from her. Her eyes flew to his face and they were filled with worry and just a hint of fear. She bit down on her bottom lip and shook her head as those glittering green eyes searched his face.

  He laughed again. “Are you ready for your reward?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, her mouth softening in a smile. “Sir.”

  Dominic lowered his head and planted a swift kiss on her lips then he slid his mouth down to explore the soft skin of her neck then down to the smooth mounds of her breasts. When he captured a taut nipple between his teeth she gasped. Then he licked and sucked until she moaned out loud.

  When he turned his attention to the other breast her hands moved up and she slid her fingers into his hair, trying to keep him there. No fuckin’ way. The pleasure was his to give, as he so desired, not for her to take.

  He took her fingers in a grip strong enough to show his displeasure but not so strong that it would hurt. Quickly she withdrew her hands and dropped them to her sides where she clutched the covers tight.

  Free of the disturbance he slid his lips down, planting kisses on her belly and down to her navel and then he moved lower until his lips were right over her mound.

  She gasped and raised her hips off the bed but when he went still she gave a soft sigh and lowered her bottom back onto the covers.

  Only when she lay still, awaiting his will, did he go to her. Dominic raised himself up and over her and then he settled himself between her legs. Taylor was his to use as he saw fit. He had paid generously for her services and she had agreed. And tonight he wanted her to come for him.

  Dominic put out his tongue and swiped the stiff bud that peeped out from between the soft folds of her womanhood. She gasped again and clutched the bed covers even tighter.

  He decided to step up his torture just a notch and covered the bud with his lips, tickling and teasing. While he tortured her with those sweet sensations he slid his middle finger deep inside her steamy moistness, all the way to the hilt. And then he began a steady rhythm, sliding that digit in and out while he nibbled at her nub.

  Taylor moaned and began to rock her hips to the rhythm of his hand. With each thrust her hips rose to meet him and with each stroke of his tongue on her sensitive flesh she moaned. And when he curled his finger and found her sweet, sweet spot she writhed and moaned out loud.

  “Yes,” she cried out. “Yes, please yes.”

  So he stroked and teased that spot, his tongue caressing her clit, and then he was ramming his finger deep inside as she bucked then spasmed as the climax ripped through her body.

  “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she sobbed. “Oh, yes.”

  He let her ride the wave, holding his finger deep inside until her body stopped clenching and her gasping breath grew long and deep. Only then did he slide his finger out.

  And when he slid up her body and reached for her then pulled her close, he whispered in her ear. “That was for getting off to a good start. Now rest up for tomorrow. You’ll need it.”

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  Saturday morning dawned bright and sunny as Taylor enjoyed a long, luxurious stretch in a bed with the softest sheets she’d ever felt against her skin. What hotel was she in? Only five star hotel beds felt this good.

  She drew in a deep breath and rubbed her eyes then turned her face away from the rays of sunlight streaming in through the curtains at the wide French windows. She rolled over in the bed and found herself staring into the onyx-black eyes of Dominic D'Angelo.

  Jesus. How could she have forgotten?

  With a gasp, she jerked up and clutched the sheet to her chest. “Dominic. I…I…”

  “Good morning,” he said, his lips curling in obvious amusement at her confusion. “Did you sleep well?”

  “Why…yes. Thank you.” She stared at him wide-eyed, not sure where the conversation was going.

  “Very good,” he said, then lay back against the pillows and folded his arms behind his head. He looked totally relaxed, with not a care on his mind. “Today we will begin your training as my submissive.”

  “Your…what?” Taylor frowned. It wasn’t that she’d never heard the word before. She was twenty-three after all and not totally naïve. But still, she wasn’t one hundred percent sure what it meant. And she had a feeling that the best thing to do was to find out exactly what was expected of her.

  “My sub.” He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from off her cheek. “You know what that means, don’t you?”

  “Uhm, sort of.” She was too embarrassed to admit her ignorance but she didn’t want to lie. “It’s somebody who does all kind of kinky things in bed?” She lowered her face and peered up at him from under her eyebrows. She hoped she hadn’t pissed him off with her question.

  But when she saw his face there was no anger there. Instead, he gave her a sober look. “You’ve missed the point altogether, Taylor. Being a submissive is not simply engaging in an act, it’s adopting a whole new attitude. For many it’s a total change of lifestyle.” Then his brows fell. “And being kinky in bed is not a definition for being submissive.”

  “Oh,” she said, suitably chastened. “Sorry.”

  “No need to be,” he said, “but let me explain. For some, being a sub could be as simple as role play fantasy, having nothing at all to do with sex. Of course, for many it’s a sexual fantasy and for others it goes much deeper than that. It becomes a lifestyle of submission and service to their partner.” He cocked an eyebrow at her. “In your case, seeing that you’re new to this, we’ll start with role play.”

  “Okay,” she said with a small shrug. Role play didn’t sound so bad.

  “That is,” he paused, giving her a pointed look, “assuming you agree.”

  “But you said…you bought me. I don’t have a choice, do I?”

  “I give you that choice. If you wish to walk away from this you are free to go, but understand this,” he pulled his arms from behind his head and propped himself up on one elbow as he looked down at her, “if you decide to stay you will do as I say.”

  Taylor clutched the sheet just a little bit tighter. “Everything?”

  Dominic shrugged. “Within safe boundaries, of course. We will agree on a safe word. If at any time things get too much for
you, use it.”

  A safe word. She’d heard about that before. That would be her safety net, her means of escape if things got too rough. She bit her lip as she thought through the possibilities. She was intrigued by Dominic and what this relationship with him could mean. And she was dying to know what it would feel like to have his cock inside her. If she backed out now she would never know. And you only live once, right?

  “I’ll do it,” she said, feeling a surge of confidence. “I want to.”

  Dominic settled back into the pillows with a satisfied smile. “You can start by getting cleaned up. You’ve got a lot to do today.”

  Chapter 5

  Dominic hadn’t been kidding when he’d said she would have a lot to do. Immediately after she’d taken her shower she was instructed to dress in a tiny French maid’s uniform that left little to the imagination. The skirt barely covered her bottom and worse, she was told not to wear panties.

  While Dominic took his shower, Taylor went to the suite's private kitchen to prepare breakfast. The place was so well organized that she had no problem finding what she needed and in quick time she had prepared a cheese omelet and toast, which she placed on a tray with a glass of orange juice. Feeling pleased with herself she hurried back to the bedroom and pushed the door open with her bottom and backed in.

  She turned and was heading toward where Dominic sat in the armchair at the far end of the room when he stopped her.

  “What did I tell you to say on entering the room?” His voice was stern and the eyes that settled on her were frighteningly cool.

  “Oh, I forgot.” Taylor went hot all over and the glass slid on the tray as her hands began to shake. “I’m sorry…sir.” She cleared her throat and then began to recite the words. “Would it please you if your slave entered the room?”

  “Next time,” he said, “do not forget. Or suffer the consequences."

  Taylor swallowed but she said nothing. Do not speak unless you are spoken to. That was another thing he’d told her. She certainly wasn’t going to blunder a second time.