HIS (A Billionaire Romance Novel) (7 page)

But I did want to help Tyler, and so I held out hope that whatever he asked, it was something I could deliver.

“Being with you yesterday stirred something in me,” he began, his eyes searching my face, seeking out a reaction. Maybe he was wondering if it had stirred something in me, too. “When I dominate you, I feel like myself again. All that pain, the worry, that constant, gnawing anxiety fades away, and I am in control again. Complete control.”

He stood up and walked around the side of the table toward me. I let my hands fall to my lap as I looked up into his eyes. My heart was beating a tune against my ribs, one so loud I was sure Tyler could hear it. He didn’t smile as he stared at me, and I remembered the last time he’d looked at me this way. The surge of adrenaline that accompanied that memory made my vision hazy.

“You said you would submit, Valerie. You said you would give yourself to me, body and mind, if it would make my troubles go away. Is that true, Valerie? Or did you lie?”

I couldn’t answer. My throat simply wouldn’t produce the sounds. When he was like this, my desires betrayed me, rendering me powerless to resist the tide of his demands. A chill rolled over every vertebrae in my back as I nodded, wordless in the face of his dark, violent lust.

But his face wasn’t what I was looking at now. Instead, I stared at his cock throbbing to the rhythm of his heart. It was protruding through the fabric of his slacks, lengthening and swelling right before my eyes. I was eye-level with it—no, that wasn’t right. I was
mouth-level.

“Do you see what you do to me?” he asked, his voice silken and smooth. “Look at what you do to my cock.”

It twitched and I sighed. My breath was thick and moist with lust. Almost as moist as my naked pussy was getting beneath my robe. Almost.

I reached for him. It was all I could think of to do. But Tyler grabbed my chin, stopping me in my tracks.

“No,” he said firmly. “What are you supposed to do?”

I stared into his eyes for what seemed like an eternity before it finally clicked. “May I… Sir?”

Tyler let go of my chin. “You will not take off my pants. You will not open them up. You pleasure me only through the fabric. Do you understand?”

I thought it was an odd request, but I also knew I had to obey. This was my job now, after all—the path I had chosen. But beyond that, it was what I wanted
desperately.

I leaned forward in my seat and reached for him again. When I stroked one of my fingers down his shaft, starting at the tip and working my way down to his very big, very heavy balls, a dark spot appeared on his slacks. With another light, airy touch, he was spewing precum into his pants. Something about the sight of that turned me on. It made me feel powerful, like I could drive Mr. Cross past his limits and force him to make a sticky mess in his very expensive suit.

As much as I could with the tight, tented fabric in the way, I wrapped my fingers around either side of his cock and gave it a pump. Then another. Then a few more. Steadily, I worked into a rhythm and was rewarded with a much bigger stain beginning to form. I could even see through the material how thick and creamy it was. It must have been hot, too—a pent-up load from yesterday that he’d never had the chance to release.

Tyler didn’t strike me as the kind of man who touched himself. After all, that was what he had me for.

I teased the apex of his frenulum, one of the most sensitive parts of his dick. It was slick and my nail slipped over it easily, and Tyler moaned in reply as he shot another dollop into his pants. With my other hand I worked his balls, lightly scraping my nails over them and tickling the underside. Feeling them clench and shiver in my palm made me make my own mess on the kitchen chair.

Tyler’s pants were a mess now. His voice was strained as he said, “Put your hands behind your back. Use only your mouth now.”

I wanted to ignore him. I wanted to keep pumping his cock and watching his precum pool against his zipper just for me. But this, I remembered, wasn’t about what I wanted. I did as I was told, locking my hands behind my back as I leaned forward, tongue out.

He drew in a sharp breath as I lapped the wet spot I’d helped create, even sucking a little of his fluid through the fabric to give it a taste. I’d once assured myself I would never let this happen, but now I was only too eager to indulge. What Tyler had done to me yesterday, the things he had made me feel—I couldn’t deny myself that any longer. I wrapped my lips around his still-clad head and began to lick and suck as he stiffened ever upward toward his belt.

“Blow me,” he rasped. “Blow me through my pants like a good little slut.”

My pussy pulsed against the hardness of the chair and I began to saw myself against it, providing at least a little relief for my thrumming, tingling clit. I rubbed my lips all up and down his shaft, leaving a trail of the lipstick I’d accidentally worn to bed the night before. It thrilled me to see the mess we were making together, and as I flicked my tongue quickly along his tip again, he pulled both my tits out of my robe with ease.

“Do you like having cum on your face?” he asked me, pawing at my quivering breasts. “I’ll bet you do.” He tweaked my nipples and I moaned into his cock. “I’ll bet you like having it in your mouth, too. And in your hair. I’ll bet you liked to get soaked, don’t you, my little whore?”

I gasped and laved his cock more fiercely, wishing I could take it out and taste his semen-covered skin. I wanted to suck him properly, to feel him thrusting in and out of my mouth until his balls tightened and he unloaded into me. I nuzzled him, rubbed my cheek against him through his wet slacks, kissed and licked his balls, even. But he wouldn’t allow me to pull down his zipper. He wouldn’t let me have his fat, glorious cock.

“Please, Sir,” I begged him as he teased my tits some more. The way I was rubbing against the chair was bringing me close to an orgasm, one that would be against all sorts of rules if I didn’t get his permission first. “Let me suck it. Let me put it in my mouth…”

“No,” he said sharply, taking a step back. I whimpered but didn’t move, only looked up at him as he added, “Get dressed. You’re coming home with me to Orwin Manor. I have something to give you there.”

I was a soaking wet mess down below and the chair was all slippery. As I stood, my juices trickled down my thighs and I knew Tyler saw. It only made him smile.

“I need a shower,” I said meekly, but he shook his head.

“No. You need to do as you’re told.”

I turned away and began to head toward my room, my knees quaking every step of the way. Tyler swatted my ass so hard it echoed through my apartment, and I yelped as the sting rushed through me. My robe wasn’t much of a barrier between his hand and my bruises and welts.

“Next time, perhaps you’ll remember to say, ‘Sir,’ ” he told me.

I would remember. Even when I’d served my purpose and Tyler inevitably stopped inflicting this delicious torment on me, there was no way I would ever forget.

The last time I’d been to Orwin Manor, Mitchell had summoned a driver for me. This time, Tyler was my driver and the trip turned out much more interesting.

As soon as we’d abandoned the main roads and turned onto the rambling lane through the woods, he reached down and touched a button near the bottom of the door. His seat inched back until there was just enough room between his hips and the steering wheel for me to fit my head. I could see his pants were still wet and his cock was still hard. For my part, the panties I’d only just put on were already soaked through.

“Unbuckle your seatbelt,” he said.

I should have hesitated. This was dangerous. Tyler was a good driver, I was sure, and the two-lane road was quiet, but years of being told to wear a seatbelt lest I wanted to risk flying through the windshield had made me wary. But when Tyler gave his command, my only thought was to obey. I released myself from the confines of the seatbelt and waited for my next order.

“Open my pants,” he said. That was a directive I could much more eagerly abide.

I leaned over and undid his belt, my fingers shaking all the while with anticipation. I slipped his button through the hole and then lowered his zipper, revealing the sopping wet fabric of his boxer briefs. His cockhead had surpassed the waistband, peeking out over it just a little. It was red and dripping with a bead of cream. My mouth watered, but I knew I had to resist the temptation until Tyler said otherwise.

He made me wait, too. The bastard. He waited until my nipples were hard and poking through my bra before he finally relented.

“Go ahead. Give it a suck.”

I slipped underneath his arm and put my face in his crotch. The smell of him was intoxicating. He had a thick, masculine musk that drove every cell in my body toward combustion. As I slipped down the band of his underwear, his cock sprang out to greet me and to my delight, smacked right against my lips and left a long, pearlescent trail connecting me to it.

I licked my lips. He tasted like the smell of a wildfire—smoky and earthen. I bowed my head and started with his balls, denying myself immediate gratification for the reward of making Tyler squirm.

I sucked one of his nuts into my mouth, rolling my tongue over it and stroking his base with my hand as he spread his legs to afford me more room. His balls twitched in my mouth, promising a big load of cum if I kept that up. I moved on to the next one, circling it with the tip of my tongue before puckering my lips and giving it a sweet little suck. Tyler groaned and I felt a little more of his lust dribble over my fingers.

“Fuck,” he grunted, shifting in his seat. I couldn’t wait anymore. I had to finish this.

I licked my way up his bare shaft, greedily lapping up all the juices he’d spilled until I reached his bloated cockhead. I captured it in my mouth, moaning as I slid my lips all the way back down to his wiry thatch of hair. I buried my nose in it, taking a deep breath before ramming Tyler into my throat. He bucked suddenly and cursed again, and I could feel that he was already close to giving way.

“Suck me,” he muttered, gathering my hair with one hand to pull it away from my face. I could sense him watching me as I bobbed steadily on his massive cock. “Get that cum, slut. I’m going to cover you in it. I’m going to make sure everyone knows what a dirty whore you are.”

And at that moment, I
wanted
someone to know. The thought thrilled me like nothing else, save for Tyler’s hitching, pulsating cock. I pulled out all the stops, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked as hard as I could on his rigid mast. He reached underneath me to pull my tits out again, then lower until he hiked up my skirt—the skirt he’d made me wear for our trip out here.

“Get up on your knees. Ass to the window.”

I obeyed, never taking his dick out of my mouth for a second as I rose to all fours. I held on tightly to the center console as the cold glass chilled my rear through my sheer panties. The panties that Tyler was currently pulling aside to reveal my wanting slit.

“Look at that,” he marveled. “You’re making a mess all over that window.” He slid his hand down between my thighs and I muffed a squeal on his dick. “Let’s make a bigger one, shall we?”

He tapped and rubbed his fingers all over my aching clit, finding the rhythm he knew I couldn’t resist and pounding down my defenses with it. I spread my legs wider, pushing my cunt against his hand and deepthroating him until I gagged.

“Close your eyes, Valerie,” he cooed, and even as I sucked him off, I did as I was told. “Now, imagine that on the other side of this window, people are watching.”

I moaned. My breasts heaved. My nipples grazed the side of the console, sending currents of ecstasy into my clit. As Tyler’s voice, a low, strangled purr, painted the scene for me, I let my imagination run wild, envisioning every word he spoke.

“They’re out there, Valerie. They’re watching you get fingered like a little slut. They’re watching you blow me in my car. They can see your magnificent ass bouncing up and down as you hump my fingers. They’re staring at this pink slit I’ve opened up for them.” He dipped one finger inside my hole as if to drive the point home, and I reeled with bliss. “They’re watching you smear your lust all over the window, and next, they’re going to watch me make you cum in your panties.”

Oh, thank God. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out. I whimpered and started stroking Tyler frantically, mouth open, tongue out, begging him to give me his load as he drove me closer to release.

“On the count of three, Valerie,” he said. “One…” His fingers quickened their pace, playing my clit like a familiar instrument. “Two…” The friction built into an inescapable, unbearable heat that made my pussy sing. He paused for a while, stretching it out until I squealed. And then he said, “Show them what a good whore I have, Valerie…
three.
”

I exploded. Something between my hips stretched thin and then snapped, sending ripples of euphoria through me as I wailed and screamed. I ground against Tyler’s fingers, trying to get them inside of me as I pulsed with satisfaction. My limbs felt numb and leaden as I tried to hold myself up long enough to earn my own sweet treat from Tyler’s cock.

But as stars burst in front of my eyes, he pulled his fingers away, pressed them to my mouth, and said, “No. Wait.” Then he forced me to sit back in my seat again and buckle up with the taste of both his cock and my pussy lingering on my lips, a flavor I sampled with discrete swipes of my tingling tongue as he turned into the drive leading to his house.

He wasn’t done with me yet. I could still feel that electrical charge in the air. He’d stopped me so he could give me something even better, maybe something in that room where he’d made my ass sore and knees give out. I hadn’t expected to enjoy this so much, and in the afterglow of my orgasm, I looked at Tyler and realized another unexpected thing had occurred.

I liked him. I felt bad for him. And pleasure aside, I really, truly wanted to help him.