The Scandalous Billionaires Collection (23 page)

She couldn't see the man in front of her but
she knew he must be rock hard with excitement. He had been
silenced, just like the teenage Jason. Melissa took a breath and
began to recite what she had rehearsed all night long, repeating
the words that had been seared into her memory when he had related
the story to her.

"I need to be alone with you before the prom
tonight." She said, almost in a whisper. She heard Jason inhale
sharply. She went down onto her knees before him, moving slowly,
unsure of the distance between them.

"I hate lies." She said. "You need to promise
to tell me the truth and only the truth."

She put her hands slowly to his knees and
felt the power of his contracted thighs, taut with desire and
restraint.

"I'll always tell you the truth." He
whispered.

Melissa giggled, copying her predecessor
flawlessly in everything except her lies. She felt Jason shudder
under her touch. He was agonized.

"It's too real." He hissed but Melissa
ignored him.

"I need you to give me money." She said.

"Okay."

"Whenever I want it."

"I’ll do it. I'll make myself rich for you,
I'll make a million dollars and give it all to you."

Melissa laughed and then quickly ordered him
to keep the blindfold on.

"Keep it on. Promise me you'll keep it on
until I tell you you're allowed to take it off."

Barely audible he whispered his response.

"Are you still a virgin Jason?" She
asked.

"It's too much Melissa."

"Just answer."

"I can't."

She needed to change her direction, just
slightly.

"Have you ever made love to a woman and meant
it?"

"Never." He said, in anguish.

"Do you have fantasies?" She asked. "Sexual
fantasies?"

"Of course." He answered.

"Do you think about me? When you fantasize,
is it me that you're thinking about?"

He didn't answer.

"Do you think about me, your therapist, Dr.
Melissa Price, in your sexual fantasies?"

"No-one else." He whispered.

"Then get down on your knees before me." She
ordered him, barely capable of controlling her breath.

"Yes." He said.

She felt his breath against her naked abdomen
and she walked slowly, carefully behind him. She reached out her
hands and found his broad, naked shoulders and put her lips to his
right ear.

"Why are you doing everything I ask you to do
Jason Demovic, like such a good little boy."

"Because I want you. I've wanted you ever
since I first laid eyes on you. You're the reason I've never been
able to make love to anyone else and feel it in my whole adult
life. I've been waiting for the one, all this time."

Melissa didn't say a word but she was wet
already. She knew she had to wait, just like Tracy Dunleavy had
made him wait before humiliating him in front of his high school
enemies, but it already seemed like an eternity to her. What if he
broke before then? What if someone knocked on the door and broke
the illusion. She was on fire with desire, ready to take him inside
her, knowing that he was ready for her too in every way
possible.

She put her lips close to his ear again.

"Whatever happens next you have to promise to
always believe in me."

"I do. Of course I do. I wouldn’t be here if
I didn't."

"You've got to believe in me no matter
what."

"I do."

He could feel the heat of her desire next to
him, smell her body, her hair, her perfume and every taut muscle
screamed out to take her as he had taken innumerable women in the
past, totally dominating, controlling, breaking them with raw
sexuality and animal desire.

Melissa kissed his neck and he thought he
would lose control. Was it therapy or torture? He couldn't tell the
difference.

"Will you ever love anyone but me?" She
said.

"Never. I swear. You're the only one."

Melissa tightened her hands on his shoulders,
they were rock hard, just like the rest of his body. She kissed his
neck again and prepared to whisper one last defining word into his
ear. Jason waited, terrified. It was all coming back to him far too
real now and he could half believe that even this woman, this
talented, highly intelligent and brilliant young therapist would
betray him as well. Hadn't she done so already? By doing what she
was doing she had already proven she was capable of violating every
law of professional ethics in the book, not to mention good,
ordinary common sense. Why should he trust this stranger at
all?

He struggled to prevent himself from tearing
the blindfold away to see what was really going on around him. He
waited for the word but instead he felt her draw away and then
slowly walk around in front of him. He was harder than he had been
in his whole life. If she came near him he wasn't sure he could
control himself for even a second.

Melissa was filled with an indescribable lust
and was wetter for him than she had been for any man in
her
whole life. Guilt ran through her at the thought of how much
pleasure she would take from this, her final act of therapeutic
healing. Was she really interested in healing this man? Or was this
just some crazy acting out of an unconscious fantasy of hers that
had gone unnoticed during all the years of self-analysis?

She moved closer to him and felt his breath
on her abdomen again.

Her body didn't care about any of the
psychological and ethical fears that plagued her. The logic of the
body made it all very simple; he's erect, he wants you, you're wet.
Take him. Now. Inside you.

She put her hands on his shoulders and heard
him cry out in pain, the fantasy had finally changed. By now Tracy
had already torn the blindfold from his eyes but that wasn't the
case this time. His hands reached out and found her thighs, slid up
the back of her legs to her ass and pulled her in close. She let
out a gasp that had nothing to do with her rehearsed dialogue. His
powerful arms drew her in so that his lips and tongue could find
her taut abdomen, then her quivering pubic mound and finally her
wet pussy. She cried out in earnest now as he lifted her higher, as
though she weighed nothing at all. She buried her hands into his
thick hair to steady herself while his marauding tongue invaded her
soaking cunt and found her throbbing clit in an instant as though
he were expert already in the geography of her desire.

Another moment and he was lowering her back
down, the wet lips of her lust sliding down his chest and abdomen
as she wrapped her legs around his muscular torso. She felt the
diamond hard tip of his desire press against her softness through
his pants and in a moment she had released him, his cock springing
forwards and finding her starving pussy in seconds.

Melissa was already screaming in pain and
pleasure as he pushed slowly deeper.

It was all over.

She was finally doing it, sleeping with a
client, treating a patient with sex, breaking all the rules and
saying goodbye to a life of study, scholarship and professional
excellence.

And she was doing it on her office floor.

"You're mine now." He said huskily as he laid
her down on the plush rug that had caused sparks to fly between
them on the first day they had met. Her body was hungry for his. As
large as he was she gripped him with her cunt and demanded more,
but he was generous and held back nothing.

His lips found her neck, her shoulders, her
ears, his tongue plundered her red lips and drank deep from the
fountain of her desire. Each kiss throbbed violently in the shaft
of love that bound them together.

He was a man like no other.

His strong thighs pushed against her
defenseless flesh, his rock hard abs slammed to her pubic mound,
squeezing her hungry clit between the insatiable thrusting of his
shaft and the violent contractions of his lower abdomen.

She was shrieking, almost in fear and Jason
sounded like an animal devouring its prey.

So this is what those women were all chasing
after. It wasn't just money but the full Jason Demovic experience.
No wonder they ran after him in the chic bars and night clubs of
New York and LA.

"You're mine now." He said again more
fiercely. "Say it." He was intense in his demand. "Say you belong
to me. Tell me you're mine."

He was still thrusting and each surge sent
Melissa higher. She thought she had experienced orgasms before but
now she realized what pale things they had been in reality when
compared to this.

And they weren't finished yet.

Jason was unstoppable, insatiable and seemed
nowhere near satisfying himself. His body was pushing hers to ever
higher crescendos of pleasure until she didn't know where it would
all end.

"Say you're mine." He demanded. "Say you
belong to Jason Demovic."

She wanted to scream it out;
I'm yours, I
belong to you Jason Demovic
, but something held her back. A
lifetime of being in control, a lifetime of understanding uncannily
the minds of others. She knew this was what he wanted, but not what
he needed.

"Say it." He shouted, pinning her arms above
her head, pushing her wrists back into the soft rug while his
powerful back and perfect ass thrust his determined manhood deep
into her writhing body.

She felt the blindfold pulled roughly from
her eyes and looked up to see a wild, thrilling desperation in his
hunted gaze. She smiled slowly, seductively, forcing control onto
her lips. Instinctively she knew what to do.

"Not yet." Her words came out hoarse and
broken. "You haven't proved yourself to me yet. I'm still not
satisfied."

The words were a red rag to the bull of his
sexual desire. He fell on her again and thrust ever deeper, but
slower now and watching her intently as he did so, gauging her
response to his every move. If Melissa could read emotions and
repressed memories like a mystic, this was Jason's forte; he could
tell unerringly what a woman wanted, what she desperately needed.
He rolled them over together and then positioned her on top of him,
gazing into her eyes all the time, watching her excitement grow. He
knew she wanted to be there, looking down at him for the next wild
orgasm. He smiled as she began to moan, her body pounding down on
his as he thrust upwards. She began to scream uncontrollably but
his body still showed no signs of tiring. Melissa had lost count of
the orgasms that had rocked her by now and when she looked down at
him again he had the same intense and desperate look.

"Say it Melissa." He said. "I won't stop
until I hear those words. I'll never let you go." His hands
squeezed hard on her ass as though to reinforce the threat and
another tight orgasm exploded inside of her.

"You're not finished yet." She gasped. His
eyes blazed with fear and desire, searching hers.

Before she knew what was happening he had
lifted her up and was walking across the office floor with her
still straddling him. He was big enough and experienced enough to
lift her like a doll and still stay inside her, throbbing with
unceasing, untiring desire.

He laid her down across the big cabinet
underneath her display of Fernanda Salazar prints and began to
slowly work her, stroking and caressing her arms, her neck her,
breast and nipples, her abdomen, her mound, her thighs, all the
time thrusting, invading, provoking her to more ecstasy, more
pleasure, more desire. The bright colors of the prints suddenly
looked wildly erotic in a way she had never seen before. Every
print seemed to be a wild depiction of abandoned acts of love. It
was like a light had been turned on in her brain, as though she
were seeing the pictures for the very first time

The orgasm that followed, quite literally,
took her breath away.

When she opened her eyes again she was still
lying on the cabinet and the prints were hanging at odd angles
across the wall from the pounding of their bodies.

She looked around and saw Jason nowhere.

Pushing herself from the cabinet she found
him lying on the floor, spent, his eyes closed. She put her feet to
the ground and stood over him, watching his perfect naked body
adorn the floor like a study in the perfection of the male human
form. Her desire took hold again and she knew she still wasn’t
finished with him. Not yet.

Lowering herself down onto him she felt his
cock grow quickly underneath her pussy. His eyes opened and he
looked at her in despair and confusion.

"You didn't say it." He said.

"We’re not finished yet." She said firmly,
maneuvering his already rock hard member inside her and watching
him writhe in renewed pleasure. In seconds he was thrusting hard
upwards against her while she thrust down hard against him. She
wanted to scream out in wild pleasure but she knew she had one more
thing to do.

She pushed her hands against his bunched and
straining chest, in awe of his physique, and then slapped him
across the face to open his eyes.

"Say it." She hissed, continuing to work his
shaft with the strength of her whole body, but as yet nothing
seemed to diminish him.

"No." He mouthed the words and shook his
head.

"Say it." She said more forcefully, working
him even harder and resisting the near uncontrollable desire to
scream out.

He shook his head again and groaned.

"Say it now." She shouted and slapped him
again. The force of his huge body thrust up against hers as though
his life depended on it and her clit screamed out in agony and
ecstasy.

"I love you." He gasped.

"Say it again, God damn it, and say it like
you fucking mean it this time." She hissed, clamping herself down
on his raging cock.

"I love you Melissa, God damn it, I love
you." His body gave one last monstrous thrust and Melissa shrieked
out as the supernova of her orgasm shuddered through her and at
last she felt him weaken inside her.