The Billionaire's Bet #2: A Hot Call (BDSM Erotic) (3 page)

I picked up my glass and saw his hand dive into his pocket. Just after I’d taken a taste and put the glass back down, I felt the vibrator being turned on inside me.

My eyes widened and I cringed. “Dom!” I whispered.

He placed his finger on his lips and winked. I flush from the heat pooling in my belly.

What is he doing? Why now?

“Just enjoy your dinner, Julie,” he said with an insistent, but gentle voice. “Go on.” He pointed at my fork, and then continued eating.

I huffed. Picking up my fork, I noticed my hands were trembling. My loin was getting sensitive and I moved around on my seat, trying to make it go away. But it only got worse.

He reached for his pocket again and the buzzing became much, much worse. I let out a tiny moan as the vibrations between my legs made me moist.

I pressed my lips together and looked around the room, seeing curious people gawk at me.

“Better keep it quiet, Julie,” Dominic said, and he muffled a laugh.

I h
eld my legs tight, feeling the pressure build up.

“Dom, please, stop. There are people here,” I mu
ttered.

“I know, but I won’t stop.
Like I said, wherever and whenever I want. Just enjoy.”

And then the vibrations were upped to a whole new level.

I shut my eyes and my lips parted as gasps escaped my mouth. I clutched the table in agony, trying to keep myself from falling over. The sensations were mind-blowing. Too much, actually.

My exhaling was rapid as I came apart at the table. I knew people were looking at me, but at that moment, I didn’t care. This feeling of utter domination by him and pure ecstasy given to me was overpowering. The thing inside me was squeezed together by my mus
cles and more vibrations came from it. Oh, it was so delicious and I yearned for more when the waves had subsided.

I took a spoon and looked at my own reflection. My cheeks were red and I was sweating. Then I gazed at Dominic who had this cheesy, unbreakable smile on his face, which I’d loved to smack off if we weren’t in a public place.

He fumbled around in his pocket again and soon the buzzing stopped. I was left with a strange numbness, as if my legs and groin had fallen asleep.

Slumping back into my chair, I took my glass of wine and downed the whole thing in one go.

We finished up our dinner in total silence, exchanging thoughtful looks every now and then. After dinner, Dominic was the same gentleman as before, scooting my chair back, putting on my coat for me, and opening the doors. As we sat down in the car again I took a large breath, still feeling overwhelmed by what just happened. Not just that, but I could still feel the egg inside me as I moved and the mere thought of the buzzing aroused me.

“You did great, Julie. I never thought you could hold your composure like that, not after having such
a heavy orgasm in a restaurant,” Dominic said after the blinds between us and the chauffeur had closed.

He smirked at me in a way that was so goddamn sexy, I’d almost forget about the fact that he just made me come in public.

“But you didn’t ask me if I wanted to, Dom …”

He sat closer and took my chin between his fingers. “Hmm, but I can tell you liked it. Isn’t that more important? You don’t know thos
e people. What does it matter?”

I flushed and tried to turn my head away, but his fingers kept me
in place. “Look at me, Julie.”

His demanding voice was like a spell, commanding me to gaze into his bright blue eyes. They were filled with hunger, lust and I could almost feel him skim my body.

“You give me so much pleasure by fulfilling my needs. You do that. It’s all you. Don’t shy away from that,” he said.

He planted his lips on mine and scoured my mouth for my tongue, entwining it with his.
The kisses became fierier as he licked my bottom lip. His mouth smashed onto mine, like he wanted to merge with me.

“God, Julie, I want you,” he murmured.

Dominic’s free hand trailed its way up my leg, closing in on my privates. I moaned in his mouth and his kisses became even more fervent. The hand that he had on my chin shifted to the back of my head and he grasped my hair. When his fingers brushed my sensitive skin I gasped and he looked me straight in the eye.

“I can’t wait ‘till we get home.” Then he moved back a little.

Gaping at him, I was dumbfounded by his sudden retreat. Frowning, I said, “What? Why did you stop?”

He chortled and looked at his tenting pants. “I know I’m
horny, Julie, but I can wait.”

I slid closer to him and came into his comfort zone, making him withdraw a little. “I want more, Dom. Don’t leave me like this. Not after what you put
me through at the restaurant.”

He squinted and pursed his lips. “Why? Can’t you wait? Julie, w
e’ll be home in a few minutes.”

“Please, Dom,” I said and I pecked him softly on the lips.
“I need this.”

“Alright. But only because you’re begging me,” he quipped.

He unbuttoned my pants and slipped his hand down my sex, making me shudder with delight. I closed my eyes for a second, enjoying his skilled fingers working my wet panties. He jerked my pants down as I unbuttoned his. We moved awkwardly through the car, trying to get our pants off. When he was finally half-naked, he took a condom from the pocket in his jacket.

“You carry those with you?” I said, in between kissing his neck.

“I like to play it safe. Besides, you never know when I decide to take you.” Dominic put on his condom as I gazed at how large he was.

“Take out the egg. We’ll clean it once we get home
.” He held up a napkin that he took out of his pocket. I swallowed and held my hand under my sex. Putting a bit of pressure on it was all it needed to plop out. I handed it over to him and he folded it into the napkin and pocketed it.

Without warning, he grabbed me by my waist and lowered me onto his lap. I gasped as the head brushed along my entrance, coaxing me to give in. He slipped inside and hissed when he’d fully entered me. I put my head back and moaned, but Dominic placed a hand on my mouth.

“Be quiet,” he whispered. “We don’t want the driver to hear you.”

I nodded and he took his hand off my mouth again. He unbuttoned my shirt and took my breasts out of their holders, cupping them.
Nuzzling one, he pinched the other until I bit my lip.

“Good girl,” he said, “ride that cock.” It made me even more frantic. Up and down, up and down, I pushed him deep inside of me. He placed his hand on my butt and jerked me up and down in rhythm with my movements. After releasing me, he slapped me.

I hissed from the stinging pain, but he smacked me again.

“Keep going,” he whispered. “Don’t stop until you come.” I entangled my fingers through his hair, sliding up and down his member as he continued to slap my ass. The pain mixed with desire was quickly burning up the heat. I could feel my body aching to come again.

I felt it come like a wave building up to crash into me. I held my breath and opened my mouth to let the pleasure seep in. Then he bit down on my nipple.

The harsh pain made me yelp. “Ouch!”

I came on his lap while he had my nipples in his mouth. It was a strange sensation of pain and arousal coming together in an exhilarating peak of pleasure I’d never experienced before.

Panting, I continued to steadily bounce up and down on his lap. His face contorted and he squeezed his legs together. A gasp and then a groan, and he, too, came undone. I felt the warmth flow into me as he thrust further into me, slower each time, until his head fell backward onto the seat and his
member became flaccid inside me.

I rested my head on his shoulder, breathing heavily.
He put his hand on my butt and stroked my burning skin, then moved up to caress my back.

“That hurt,” I mumbled.

“I know,” he said. “But I also know it increased your pleasure.”

Well, I couldn’t deny that. It was true. Even though the pain was bad, it actually heightened my senses, making me feel more of my orgasm.

I lifted my legs to get off him, but he nudged me down again. “No, please … stay,” he said.

Did he just say please?

His hands were warm and pulled me into an embrace so loving it took me completely by surprise. His hug became fiercer as he squeezed me tighter into his chest. He soothed my skin by gently rubbing back and forth, his breathing slowly getting normal again. When his nose brushed my hair, I heard him sniff.

Is he smelling me?

These things he did felt much more like someone who wanted to feel their partner close. To smell and taste them, like he couldn’t get enough. Like he wanted more from me.

Did he? No, that couldn’t be possible. Dominic was a man who just wanted to control everything around him, even his pleasure. He didn’t seem like the type to be in love. I’d never see him have a normal relationship.

And yet something about the way he touched me, smelled me, put his lips on my neck, felt just like it. Awkwardly close.

He gasped, cleared his throat and nudged me forward. In his eyes I saw a shimmer, almost as if tears were forming. He pushed me off to the side and put his pants back on. Turning his head to the window, he avoided my gaze.

After I put my pants back on I just sat there, gaping at him, wondering what his problem was. I didn’t understand any of that. First he only wanted me as a sex toy, I was okay with that, but just now it was like he tried to form a connection with me, which he abruptly ended. His watery eyes looked like he was reminiscing something. I could see it was because of what he did to me. For an instant, something changed about him, but I couldn’t tell what.

Is he actually contemplating to let me be more than just his sub? Or is he afraid?

Whatever it was, I needed to find out.

Chapter 3

We hadn’t spoken the entire trip.
When we came home, the night was still young, but Dominic went straight off to bed after cleaning the toy. I was supposed to go with him. A rule was a rule and breaking it meant getting punished and I wasn’t going to have that any time soon if it were up to me.

Oh, and he wants me naked.

With reddened cheeks, I took off my clothes, but he didn’t even look at me. He faced the ceiling, eyes wide open, ignoring me completely. I got into the bed and pulled the covers closer, shivering from the cold. I hesitated to crawl closer to him, but I did it anyway. He pulled away from me.

“Don’t,” was all that came out, but it was enough. It hurt though. It was harsh and felt cruel. I needed his warmth and touch, to feel that someone wanted me, but he wouldn’t give it to me. I felt tears sting my eyes, but blinked them away. What was I doing? This man only wanted to have sex with me, not love me. Why did I ever th
ink he might?

I rolled onto my side and moved as far away from him as I could. Our contract had only just started, but I was already thinking about calling it quits. How could I be someone’s sub, be a complete slave to someone, and do everything he desired, if he couldn’t give me what I wanted in return?

I brushed away a tear that had forced its way out and hugged my pillow. He sighed. It sounded like a breath of agony that had to come out. Frustrating.

He moved around in the bed and then I felt his warm hand on my side. It slowly slithered across my waist, toward my belly button until it reached the end. Dominic
slid closer to me; I could feel the bed shift in the air. He dragged me closer to him and let out a heavy sigh again, this time against my shoulder blades.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

I sighed and closed my eyes, not knowing what to say. Not even knowing if I was allowed to say anything.

“Say something,” he said, after a while.

“It’s hard,” I whispered, trying to hold back the tears.

“
I told you from the beginning that being a sub is hard. If you don’t enjoy our contract, we can end it.”

“No, that’s not it.”

“Then what?”

“I … I want more … from you.”

“Like what? I give you pleasure. Isn’t that what you were after? At least, that’s what I thought our mutual agreement was.”

“It is. But you know what I mean. What you did back there, in the car after we had sex, that’s what I want. I know you felt it too. I could feel it by the way you touched me.
Don’t deny it, please.”

Dominic was silent for a few seconds and just caressed my belly. “
I’m not.”

I turned around in his arms to look him straight in the eye. “I need it, badly. I know I said I could deal with just your lifestyle, but I need more than that.”

He kissed the nape of my neck. “I know and you deserve it. Especially considering the way I treat you.” He let out an awkward chuckle sounding more like he wanted to ease the mood.

“Then why don’t you?”
I said.

He shifted his gaze to the ceiling again and then closed his eyes. “I just can’t.”

“But why? What are you so afraid of?”

Dominic’s eyebrows drew together and he bit his lip. “I don’t want to talk about this now.”

“But I do.”

“Stop this. You are still my sub and you are to behave. We’ll have this discussion later. I need to sleep.”

I rolled my eyes and moved back to my side again, moping. There was something about this that just did not feel right. He wasn’t telling me everything. I knew he’d hide some parts about his life, especially since I was new, but now that I was actually considering staying with him, I wanted to know more about him. He just wouldn’t let me in.

***

When Dominic went to work then next day I felt so alone in his huge loft. I just wanted a breath of fresh air, so I decided I’d go jog for a bit. He wasn’t home anyway so if I didn’t make a mess and would clean myself afterward, he wouldn’t notice I was gone anyway.

I ran for
an hour or two, I didn’t really keep track of time, but the freedom and exercise were an amazing feeling. This was what I needed after such a tumultuous week. Some time on my own outside the house, even though I knew it wasn’t allowed without his permission. Well, he didn’t give me the chance to ask. He was gone before I was out of bed.

I was out of breath when I reached the lobby of his apartment building and the guy at the door greeted me with a confused look on his face. Guess he wasn’t used to seeing Dominic’s girls outside the house without him knowing of it. I wondered if he might tell.

I took the elevator up and went inside. My heart stopped. Dominic stood there with a note one hand and a lighter in the other. He flicked it on and let the piece of paper burn almost to his fingertips before dropping it in the trash can. Then he turned around to look at me with furrowed brows and narrowed eyes.

Oh, dear. This doesn’t look good.

“I … I …” I stammered. Why was he here? He shouldn’t have been. Work wasn’t over yet. Did something happen?

Shit, I didn’t see this coming.

“I know you went outside, Julie. No excuses. You didn’t ask for my permission.”

“I’m sorry, Dom,” I said, walking closer to him, but he held up his hand, demanding me to stop.

“We’re in my house. These are my rules and you’re to abide by them. You didn’t, so you know the consequences.”

With a menacing stride he stomped to me, h
is eyes blazing with anger. I stumbled back, but he grabbed my wrist just before I could turn around. His grip was strong and harsh, burning into my skin, while he dragged me across the floor. Stopping right before the couch, he pushed me forward so I fell down over the arm rest.

“Dom, please, I didn’t mean to!” I yelped.

He jerked down my pants with fierceness, the buttons giving away. My butt was fully exposed and when his hand came down it wasn’t like the times before. It was painful and agonizing. Shameful.

“You know the price for disobedience,” he lashed out.
“You went outside without my permission.”

My face was buried into the leather. He held my arms down as he towered above me. I cried out each time he smacked me. The slaps sizzled after on my aching skin.
After his hand came down on me ten times, I didn’t feel the pain anymore. All I could feel were the tears stinging in my eyes, the sudden feeling of unfairness. Why was I punished so severely for craving something?

When he stopped slapping
he released my arms. I just lay there, my hair gently falling over my red, wet face. My eyes were swollen, so I closed them. I didn’t want to look at him. Didn’t want to look at anything besides the hollow insides of my eyes. The blackness was the only comforting thing I knew.

Block it out.

I heard him breathe heavily; taking in gasps as if he’d just run laps like me. I tried to ignore it, but I couldn’t stop the sound from entering my ears. I heard his feel shuffle back. It was quiet for some time, except for my snivels. Then he treaded closer.

I flinched and drew back when his hands re
ached for my face. I expected vicious punishment, but instead he cupped my face gently. I leaned on my elbow meeting his gaze. It was tender and filled with tears he wouldn’t let out.

What? What was wrong with him? Why was he the one
almost crying? He’d hurt me!

Dominic
moved a strand of hair from my moist face and tucked it behind my ear. He looked down at the carpet for a moment, biting his lip. He was mulling over something, I could see it.

“I’m sorry …” he whispered. He sniffed and brushed his hand through his hair, blowing out a long sigh.

“Come,” he said, and he took my hand and pulled me up from the couch. I staggered to stand, while he lifted my legs and took off my pants completely. I was shivering, not from the cold, not because my lower half was naked, but from fear.

He guided me up the stairs in complete silence,
his face smooth and unwavering when he looked at me as he showed me into the bathroom. He closed the door behind us and I stood there, shaking. His hand brushed along my shoulder, but it felt distant and I was afraid of his touch.

He hesitated when he reached my breasts as he moved down my shirt, then he carefully unbuttoned it. Draping my clothes off me, he kept standing behind me, his touch lingering, just like I knew his gaze was.

I swallowed back the tears. I didn’t want him to see my weakness. I couldn’t show it to someone who was so rough and brutal.

Dominic walked past me and turned on the shower. He took off his own clothes until he was completely naked,
and then beckoned me to come to him. I could see his taut flesh, the muscular pectorals, the veins pulsing under his skin. Normally I’d be turned-on seeing him like that, but now I knew those muscles were dangerous, too.

He reached for my hand and pulled me into the shower with him. The hot water falling down on my skin didn’t soothe the aching beneath my flesh. Even if the marks would fade, my pain would not.

His bright blue eyes were skimming my face, but I felt emotionless, sucked dry. He grabbed a bottle of soap and squirted it onto his hands. He rubbed my back and smoothed across my painful butt, being gentle on my sore skin. I could feel it was red from the burn.

He massaged the soap over my body, but it wasn’t sexual at all. It was almost as if he
tried to take care of me.

When he was done, he pulled the showerhead closer and rinsed it off. I just stood there, shaking, frozen in place. I could cry all I want, he wouldn’t be able to see under the shower anyway.

He took his hands off me and I heard him plop down on something. It took me a while to turn around and see what he was doing. He was slumped over on a stool, his head between his hands, looking defeated.

“Dom?” I managed to say.

He brushed his hands through his hair again and wiped his eyes. They were red and swollen, just like mine.

Dominic looked up at me and held up his hands, his arms wide and open. He tugged me forward and pulled me into an awkward embrace. His head
rested on my belly, his arms around my back. I didn’t know what to do.

Something
deeply troubled him and I didn’t know if it was because of what he did to me or if it was something else. He seemed broken. Lost.

“I’m sorry,” he said again and he rubbed his cheeks up and down against my skin. “I shouldn’t have been so hard on you. Not so fast. Not like that.”

I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing when he said that.

“I was just doing what I loved. I wanted to go jog
and you weren’t supposed to be home yet …” I muttered, sniffing in between.

“I know. It’s okay.”

“You hurt me, Dom. It. hurts.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been so harsh on you.”

“What is wrong with you?” I cried out.

He was silent for a moment. His finger brushed away a tear that rolled down his cheeks. I
had trouble not to feel. He’d hurt me, but now he was crying and I couldn’t take seeing him like this, even after what he’d done.

“
I’m a monster …”

“Why? Why do you have to be like that?  Why can’t it just be love? I know you like spanking and I like it too, but that … that was totally different. That was crude and I feared for my life.” I clenched my hands into fists. Anger
boiled up inside.

“Don’t …” Dominic
took my hand and brushed his own skin with it, pecking it softly in between. “Don’t be afraid of me, please. I never wanted that.”

“Then what do you want? What do you want from me? Why do you ask me to come here, to be in some sort of relationship in you, if you know I want more than that? I need love. I need commitment. I thought I could get both from you. I thought you were looking for that too, eventually. You said you needed a partner. Instead
I feel like a whore who’s just here for your entertainment.”

He pushed me forward and looked me straight in the eye.
“You are not! Don’t ever say that about yourself!” His voice was coarse and heavy with emotion.

“Then what am I to you?
You are barely here, I can’t get to know you, yet you think you can control my every move. Why do you want to do that?”

“
It’s part of the Dom and sub relationship, you know that,” he snapped. “You read and signed the agreement yourself. We had a deal. You’d get money, I’d get you. You wanted more and didn’t take the money. Not my fault it’s not turning out the way you wanted …” The moment the words had spat out he was already looking at the floor again. His eyes rolled back as he let out an annoyed sigh and then closed his eyes, slapping himself across the forehead.

I took a step back. “How can you say that? How can you be so cruel?”

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m stupid, okay?” Dominic palmed his face hard a couple of times, like he wanted to smash his own skull. “Jesus Christ what a fucking shitty day!” His fist came down on the wall so hard it created cracks. My heart jumped and I closed my eyes and turned around to stand under the shower again. Maybe the warm beads would make it go away. Of course they wouldn’t, I just imagined they did.