The Billionaire's Bet #2: A Hot Call (BDSM Erotic) (2 page)

Chapter 2

It didn’t take long for his assistants to come in with by stuff and help me unpack it. They were very kind, albeit quiet. I guess Dominic didn’t like people speaking up to him unless he asked them something, even if they had a different contract with him.

I sat down at a table with my laptop to write and boy, did I. Words came pouring out as if they’d been longing to be pressed out for a century. I was overflowing with inspiration and creativity I’d not experienced in months and I knew it was because of Dominic and the night I’d spent with him. It made me see that someone could be a partner in so many different ways. Love was versatile. It wasn’t just a one sided deal or mutual understanding. Maybe I didn’t know him well enough yet to love his character, but I did love the way we made love. And maybe that was all I needed to love him. The rest would come.

Suddenly a phone rang and I jolted up from my seat. I looked around and found a cell phone buzzing about on a cabinet in the living room.
It’s only two buzzes, so it can’t be a phone call.

I looked at the cell phone and figured it must’ve been Dominic’s, since none of the assistants was carrying one at the time.
He must’ve forgotten it. I knew I wasn’t supposed to touch it and I was certain he’d be angry if he found out, but my curiosity overwhelmed me and I took a peek. There was a message.

‘Hi Dom, you’ve definitely peeked my interest with what you showed me today. I’ll think about it and let you know what
I’ll do. Sharon.’

My hands started to shake. I put the phone back down and made an effort to put it back exactly where and how I found it. My heart was racing. I hoped Dominic wouldn’t find out I was snooping in hi
s cell phone, but what I saw unnerved me. Who is Sharon? What does she want with him? What did he show her? Questions that were raging through my mind caused me to shiver. I didn’t want to think about all the possible things it could mean. Like maybe the fact that he was showing her his dominant side as well. That he was seducing more women than just me. Could it be?

No, it can’t. Stop thinking like that, Julie. Stop thinking every man will cheat on you like your ex did.

I took a deep breath and went upstairs to the bathroom to take a breather. I needed to get my mind straight again. So much worrying over a man who I wasn’t even in a normal relationship with. Well, we did have a contract and we’d live together from now on, but it didn’t feel like a relationship at all. This was new and I wanted to try it out, but still, something gnawed on the inside. I still wanted more from him.

Looking in the mirror I saw a reflection of the egg shaped vibrator. It was lying on a cabinet just across the room. I picked it up and looked at it. Dominic had said I needed to put it in today. I wasn’t sure what it would do or what he was planning, but I wanted to do what he asked. I wanted to show him that I was all he would ever need and I needed to make up for the fact that I looked into his cell phone. If he found out, maybe he’d forgive me if I did what he asked.

I lowered my pants and panties and started rubbing my clit in order to get the heat going. When I was moist enough, I dipped the cold vibrator into my pussy. It became warm soon after and I put my panties and pants back on. It felt weird, like there was something between my legs, but I kept walking.

The moment I was downstairs, the thing went on. It hummed between my legs, sending tiny shocks through my pussy. My entire loin was being massaged with delicious vibrations. Short moans came out of me and I grabbed the banister to keep myself from falling over. I cringed and squeezed my legs together, feeling the hotness build up deep down in my core.

Oh, dear lord. So this is what he’d planned.

And then it stopped.

I panted and released my muscles. Everything was sensitive and my legs shook quite a bit. Would this be happening the entire day? I hope I won’t be surprised on the stairs, who knows what’ll happen. Then again, being tormented like this got me into the mood and I couldn’t wait until tonight.

When Dominic came home in the evening he scowled at me as soon as I said hi. I immediately followed with a ‘master’, but he still looked quite pissed. I didn’t know what was wrong, but I was afraid it was because of me.
What if he found out about the cell phone?

He pecked me on the cheek. “Bad day at work.”

“Do you want to talk to me about it, master?” I said.

“No. I’d rather just forget about it.” He walked over to the cabinet and inspected his telephone with narrow eyes. Then he sighed and put the phone in his pocket.

“Are you sure? You don’t seem fine,” I said, my chest tightening when I saw him barge at me.

“Don’t question my answers, Julie,” he said with an insistent tone.

I swallowed. “Yes, master, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to …”

His warm hand brushed along my neck and cupped around my face. “
I just want to enjoy a nice meal with you right now.” His hand slipped from my face down my shoulder and around my back. Goose bumps formed all over my body as he slipped his hand down my back and grabbed my butt tight. He kept his other hand in his pocket.

The buzzing began again. I gasped and squeezed my legs together, little moans escaping my mouth.

He chuckled. “I love feeling you writhe against me.”

The humming stopped again and I could breathe. He took his hand from his pocket and showed me the remote control. “I like being in control of your pleasure. I’ll take this with me for tonight.”
My eyes widened. “You want to do that at the restaurant?”

“Ah, ah, Julie, I don’t tolerate protests. You’ll keep the vibrator inside you and I’ll use this remote as I see fit. I
grant you permission to enjoy.”

A sly smile appeared on his face as soon as he saw me gaping. “Now, let’s go.”

He took my arm and together we walked into the corridor of the building. I was already sweating heavily when he pressed the button of the elevator. I couldn’t imagine what tonight would look like, with me being pleasured under the table during a dinner where there were other guests who could see my every move. I had to keep quiet and that was the hardest thing to do.

As soon as the doors closed, Dominic surprised me. He pressed his body against me in a blazing attempt to corner me. I was jammed against the walls. His breathing was heavy and full of raging hormones. He looked down upon me like I was his captive.

“I will have you tonight. I don’t know if I can withhold myself from attacking you right now.”

Within a second his lips were on mine. He ravished my mouth, licking my tongue, forcing himself onto me. He
pinned me against the wall, seizing my breasts with eager and harsh hands. He ripped open my button down shirt and slipped his hand inside to circle around my areolas and pinch my nipples. I moaned, but he silenced me with his mouth.

When the doors of the elevator opened again, we both looked up. There was a fifty-year-old lady dressed in a leopard print outfit combined with a pink bag gawking us.

“Excuse me for breaking up your party, but I gotta get up,” she said and stepped inside.
Dominic immediately pushed himself off me and straightened his jacket, while I fumbled to hook my buttons back into place. The lady eyed Dominic’s full-blown erection.

Dominic cleared his throat and took my hand to escort me outside. My cheeks were flushed with heat from embarrassment as well as arousal. He obviously didn’t care to be caught, but the way he just put his hands on my there was sexy as hell.

“Since we’re in public now, you may address me as Dominic or Dom. Whichever you prefer.”

“Okay, Dom,” I said. It was the same name the woman had used to address him in the text message.

Oh, why am I thinking about this now?

We walked out of the lobby and a white limo just came to a stop right in front of us. Dominic opened the door and held up his hand. “Hop in.”

I got in and waited for him to walk to the other side to sit next to me. When the door closed, Dominic snapped his fingers and the chauffeur started to drive. He closed the blinds between us as well.

Dominic’s hand dove into his pocket and he took out the remote control. I didn’t even see him press the button. The moment I felt the buzzing between my legs I clenched the seat. I giggled from the sudden delicious jolts shooting up into my sex.

“I’m going to make you so horny, you can’t even resist me,” Dominic said. He moved closer and moved his hand up my leg, while I
shivered with pleasure. I felt his warm breath near my ear and he nibbled my earlobe, flicking his tongue along it. I shuddered and held in my breath as he groaned in my ear, his fingers tightening in my flesh.

“Do you like it, Julie?” he whispered.

I nodded and closed my eyes as his fingers trailed their way up my thighs. Every inch he got closer, my heart beat faster, but then he stopped right before reaching my private parts. He took my hand and brought it to his pants, placing my fingers right on top of his bulge.

“Do you feel that? That’s what controlling your pleasure does to me. Oh, I just love to see you squirm because of me.”

Moaning, I squeezed my legs together. The jolts became fiercer, as if he had turned up the speed. He grunted like a predator and used my hand as a gear handle, guiding me over his member.

When the car to a halt, so did the humming. Dominic released my hand and pocketed the remote again. I was still gasping, trying to catch my breath. My head felt hot
and I knew I was red all over.

A sly smile appeared on his face, and then he stepped out of the car and closed the door.

I only had a few more seconds to calm myself, and my pussy, down before Dominic was at my side. He held up his hand as he escorted me out, smiling with a cheap grin as if nothing ever happened.

This amount of agonizing pleasure might even kill me.

When we went inside, a waiter approached us, but he didn’t get the chance to finish his line. Dominic had already spoken up. “I had a reservation for two at table five. Bring the best wine you’ve got. I’ll order once you return,” he said, and he took off his and my jacket and threw them on the waiter’s arms. He was fazed for a second, but then hung the coats on a stand, nodded and rushed off.

The poor guy. Seems like he wasn’t expecting that.

Dominic led me to our table and he even scooted back my chair for me. He was such a gentleman and yet so controlling. It was quite unusual.

The waiter
came back with a pricy bottle and poured in our glasses. He wanted to hand over the menus, but Dominic held up his hands.

“No, thank you. We’ll have the
poached salmon.”

The waiter was gone before I could protest.

I gaped at Dominic. “What? But I—”

“Don’t you like salmon?”
“Well, yeah …”

“Then what is the problem?”

I paused for a moment, looking into his eyes I could tell he was genuinely confused as to why I had spoken up. “Do you really have to decide everything?”

Dominic cleared his throat.
“If you hadn’t noticed, I like to have things my way. I like being in control.”

I snorted.
Control freak.
I wondered why though.

“But I don’t dictate your life to torment you. My pleasure emanates from your enjoyment. I chose this because I believe you’d enjoy this. Just like I chose you to become my next sub.”

I lifted an eyebrow. “Oh, really? Speaking of which, what happened to your last sub, Dom?”

His eyes lowered to the table, avoiding
mine. He frowned, sucking his bottom lip. I could feel the tension growing. Why, I wasn’t sure. Did I ask the wrong question?

“I’d rather not discuss that right now,” he said.

The waiter arrived with our food and now the conversation was halted. Dominic ignored my lingering gaze and started cutting his fish in tiny little squares. It seemed as though he was suffering from an obsessive compulsive disorder or something, I’d read about it in a book some time. Someone with that condition had to do things in a very specific way. Well, he sure had very specific ways. Especially in the playroom.

I swallowed a piece of salmon and the flavors soothed my throat, diminishing my urge to talk.

“So, how was your day? Did you receive all your belongings from my assistants?” he asked.

Shifting the topic. Great tactic. Oh well, guess I won’t be getting an answer any time soon.

“Awesome. I unpacked my clothes and put them in your closet, if you don’t mind.”

He looked up and smiled. “So long as you put everything neatly in place and don’t leave anything out, it’s fine.”

I gave him a fake smile back, in the hopes of teasing him to give me more to talk about, but he wasn’t taking the bait.

“Did you get some writing done?” he asked.

I took another casual bite from my salmon. “Yeah, my creative juices are back, I guess. Thanks to your lovely work.” I flashed a wink.

He chuckled and placed his fork and knife down to take a sip from his wine. “You should try the wine, it’s delicious.”