The Billionaire's Bet #4: A Final Game (Erotic Romance with alpha male) Read online

  I raised my head and pressed my lips on top of his. He seemed caught in surprise as I left my peck. He looked confused for a moment. His mouth opened, and he glanced at my lips. That was all the time he needed to make his choice.

  Dominic smothered me with his lips, devouring my mouth. He stopped dancing and closed his eyes, kissing me with fire. His hands clenched my back, his fingers digging into my skin. We were standing still in the middle of the dance floor, but it didn’t matter. I could feel how we wanted to be with each other so badly, just through this kiss. I never wanted it to end, and so I had made my decision: I wasn’t going to leave his side tonight.

  Chapter 2

  Dominic dragged me off the floor, kissing me as we walked into the elevator. He couldn’t keep his hands off me, groping my butt, and pulling up my white dress. He groaned inside my mouth when I entangled my fingers through his hair. I needed more. So much more. It was like I couldn’t get close enough. Oh, how I’d missed this.

  He barely managed to push the button and never took his eyes off mine. Our lips were stuck together in an endless game of passion.

  When the elevator arrived at my floor, Dominic’s strong hands guided me through the hallway. Sometimes we’d linger halfway down the hall, while he pushed me against the wall, smothering me with kisses all over my face and neck.

  Fumbling with my key, I could only just open the door, before we stumbled inside. I laughed and kissed him at the same time. I’d never wanted him more in my life.

  Animal like groans escaped his mouth as he gorged himself on my lips. He slammed the door behind us and pushed me farther inside, groping my butt. I could feel his cock tenting against his pants, pricking into my legs. I shivered, knowing he would be inside me again soon.

  “God, Julie, I can’t keep my hands off you,” he muttered.

  “Me neither, master,” I said in between kisses.

  Dominic smiled. “I’ve missed you calling me that.”

  Then he zipped down my dress. In one go he ripped it down to the floor.

  “You look amazing as ever,” he said, biting his lip. His hands were on me like he hadn’t touched me in years, fondling with every part of my body he could reach. His index fingers hooked underneath my bra and pulled it down, letting my breasts spill out. He cupped them, massaging them between his hands, then circled around my areolas, making me moan.

  He leaned forward and left kisses on my nipples, gently nipping and sucking them. My hands went to his hair, I couldn’t help grasp for him.

  “Oh …” I whispered as his tongue flicked back and forth over my stiffened nipples.

  Suddenly he picked me up from the floor. I squealed from the surprise, and he put me down on the bed. He took off my shoes one by one and nudged my legs apart. He dove between them and nuzzled my sex. His warm breath was titillating and sent shocks through my body.

  He left tiny pecks on my vulva, trailing up toward the rim of my panties. With his teeth he ripped down the cotton.

  “Hmm …” he said. “I can’t resist you at all. Your taste, your smell.”

  His head sank between my legs, and he kissed my exposed labia. He licked and gently sucked on me like he enjoyed the taste. His hands rested on my knees, and I could feel him squeeze, his fingers digging into my skin as his licks became more fervent. I moaned, and it only seemed to make him more rabid.

  Then he pushed himself up, and I could clearly see the bulge in his pants. He undid his tie, but let it hang from his neck, while he zipped open his pants and let them drop to the floor. Then he removed his boxers, letting his cock tip over the cotton rim. That bobbing made me want to lick him so badly.

  “You want me, Julie. I can see it in your eyes. That same hunger that’s inside me. That carnal need. I’ll make you scream my name.”

  He moved to the side of the bed and crawled on like he was stalking me from behind. His chest was against me, his member pricking my back.

  Dear god, this is hot.

  “Don’t move,” he said with a low voice that made me quiver. I could hear the sound of his tie slipping off his shoulder. He grabbed my wrists with a fierce grip.

  “Put your arms up in the air,” he commanded.

  I did what he asked and raised my arms. He bound them together with his tie, making it impossible for me to move. When he was done, his fingers slowly drifted away, slipping down my arms toward my breasts. I moaned when he cupped them and then let them go right after.

  “I know you want that …” he whispered close to my ear. “You want me to touch every part of your body.”

  I closed my eyes from the feeling of him near me. His hands went down to my butt and he gripped me tight. “Move up.”

  I pushed myself up and felt his knees and then his thighs. He wanted me to sit down on top of him.

  “Put your legs back, behind me,” he demanded.

  “But how?” I said.

  His hand reached forward, and he slapped my nipple. The sudden pain made me jolt up and down. I wasn’t used to this anymore, so my senses were alerted right away, but I couldn’t believe how much I had missed this either.

  “Sorry. I mean, how, master?” I said.

  He chuckled. “Good. You learn quickly. Now, just move your legs back. I’ll guide you.”

  He put his hand on my sides and lifted me up, so I could put my legs under my thighs. Then his hands were on my ankles, and he pulled them back, drawing me closer to him. I could feel his cock bouncing up and down against my butt.

  I wanted to go up and down to let him enter, but with his strong hands he kept me down.

  “No,” he said. “I’ll decide.”

  His hands slithered over my body, back and forth, left and right, as if he felt his way across my skin. I could hear him sniff my hair as his fingers played with me. It was almost as if he was rediscovering me.

  “Lower your arms, so they’re around my neck. Don’t want you to fall over,” he whispered close to my ear.

  His warm breath created goose bumps all over my body. I let my hands fall down behind his neck until I felt the tips of his hair tickling my fingers. Dominic’s hands steadied me as he kissed my shoulder and neck. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the utter powerlessness.

  His fingers trailed across my skin, down toward my sex. I was already getting damp, thinking about his hands on me. My legs were spread and I wanted him there so badly. When he reached my labia, a loud moan escaped my mouth.

  I could hear him muffle a laugh as he slowly caressed my aching nub. “I love it when you make some noise. I know you like what I do,” he said. “You’ve been yearning for it.”

  His fingers started fondling with my sensitive clit. It ached with desire, wanting more from him. I moved along with the rhythm of his fingers as he slipped up and down my sex. He dipped farther down and slathered me in my own wetness.

  “Gosh, you’re already this wet for me, Julie?”

  “Yes, master. I want you,” I stammered.

  He chuckled. “We’ll get to that … eventually.”

  His fingers were agile. The way he flicked back and forth over my knob, sending shocks through men. He left pecks all over my neck, my jaw line and my cheek, sometimes nibbling my earlobe in between. Oh, this rough, carnal-like sex was all I needed right now. Dominic was who I always needed.

  Suddenly he stopped. His hand came down swiftly on my thigh.

  I shrieked from the slap. I looked down and saw my skin was already getting a bit red.

  “You know the safe word, right? Say it. I need to know if you remembered it,” he demanded.

  “It’s red, master.”

  “Good.”

  He slapped me again on my other leg, and I almost jolted up from the sudden ache. It felt stingy on my skin.

  His hand drifted back toward my sex, and I readied myself for more pleasure again. Then he plunged a finger into me and circled it around inside me.

  Dear, god, yes!

  He pushed in and out, creating a feeling of utter need.
It felt delicious, and I bit my lip in desire. My core was on fire.

  His free hand drifted toward my breast and started working on my nipple. He circled my areola and pinched my nipple. I moaned when he tugged it. Him playing with me was too much to bear.

  “I’m going to come, master,” I said.

  Smack, smack!

  “Ouch!” I yelped.

  He’d slapped both my boobs. The painful pang sizzled on my skin.

  “No,” he said. “I didn’t give you permission.”

  His fingers released my sex. I panted from his touch. I didn’t want him to leave, but I knew this was punishment for almost coming. Shit, I needed him to feel me again. I’d do anything for it.

  “Please, master,” I whispered.

  “Please what?”

  “Please, I need to feel you inside me, master.”

  He chortled and put his hands in my sides, his fingers sinking into my skin. “All right then. Move up.”

  I let him lift me up and lower me onto him. I could feel the tip of his cock breaching my entry. It pulsated against my sensitive skin, and I wanted him to dive in so badly. He just didn’t.

  He carefully swiveled me back and forth over his tip, as if he wanted me to savor the feeling. It was almost torture, the way he refused to enter me.

  Each time he went a little farther, his member pushing slightly more in. I moaned with each stroke as I could feel it so well. My body was aching for more. More of him. I needed to feel him inside me. I wanted to become one with him.

  With strong hands he held me in the air, lowering me ever so slightly. I could feel his full length sliding inside, the mere feeling making me gasp. He pushed inside slowly, until he was fully in.

  “Jesus, it feels good to fill you up,” he muttered against my shoulder.

  I hummed in agreement, and he lifted me again, pulling his cock out slowly. He went back in and out again, repeating the movement over and over again, but remaining concentrated and steady.

  With one hand he supported my butt, the other he used to pleasure me. He swiveled back and forth across my nub. I moaned and spread my legs to grant him more entry. He was voracious with his kisses on my back and my shoulder as he pumped in and out. His fingers meticulously working my sex.

  Jesus, this is too much to take. He is so good!

  “Master, I can’t …” I muttered.

  He gripped my pussy tight. “Yes. You. Can,” he growled. “Hold it.”

  I panted heavily, trying to stop myself from releasing. This rocking was deliciously agonizing. His finger rested atop of my clit.

  “Now, come to the sound of my voice,” he whispered in my ear. “Come, Julie.”

  I closed my eyes and listened, feeling his finger nudge my sensitive nub. Oh, yes, I was going to come.

  “Oh, Dominic!”

  The orgasm washed over me like a flood, waving through my body. I grasped his hair tight. I moaned loudly, shocks gushing through me. My legs shook and my toes twitched. I buckled, but Dominic kept me in place with his strong hands, steadying me against him.

  “Hmmm … I told you you’d scream my name,” he said, and he began pumping into me again. Up and down, faster and faster. His hands went back up to my nipples, and he pinched them firmly. I squealed as he twisted them.

  “Now, make me come,” he said.

  My body was trembling, but I did what he asked anyway. I pushed myself up and let myself fall down on his lap. Again and again. He held me by my nipples, moving with me like this was his only connection to me. He groaned fiercely, while I rode him to a climax.

  I could feel him explode inside me, his cum spouting deep. He bellowed, and his fingers loosened on my nipples. His hands slipped down my waist, holding me in place. My head tilted back and leaned on his shoulder.

  We were both breathing heavily. I could feel his rapid heartbeat against my spine.

  After a while he pushed me up, and his flaccid member slipped out. He let out a sigh and set me down on the bed. Then he got off.

  “Come,” he said, and he held his hand out. “We’re a total mess. Let’s take a shower.”

  I took his hand and he helped me off the bed. He brought me to the shower and closed the door behind him, while I opened the faucet. He stood behind me, his lips tracking my shoulder toward my neck.

  “Hmm … I really missed you,” he said.

  I shuddered, feeling his warm mouth on my skin. “I missed you more.”

  He laughed. “I’m not playing that game.”

  He got inside the tiny cubicle and closed the curtains. I gulped when he stepped under and let the water run down his toned muscles. His hot body was beautiful to look at, especially the way he flexed his muscles when brushing his hands through his honey blond hair.

  “C’mon, what are you waiting for?” he said, and he winked. He opened his arms and beckoned me to come closer.

  I stepped forward and felt the water splash down on my head. He pulled me into his embrace and squeezed me tight. My head leaned against his taut chest, hearing his heartbeat go faster. I loved listening. It made me feel so alive.

  “I love you, Julie. I don’t want to lose you ever again.”

  I looked up and met his sparkling blue eyes. “I know … even if I’m afraid, I still love you, and I can’t think about anything else than being with you. I can’t resist it any longer.”

  He kissed me on my forehead. “Then don’t. Stay with me. I’ll never let anyone hurt you again. You’re the only thing that matters to me right now. I’ll keep you safe. I promise.”

  I took a deep breath and accepted my feelings. I wasn’t going to leave his side again. I couldn’t. I needed him in my life, just as he needed me, and if that meant having to deal with drugs and other shit, it was a price I was willing to pay. He was worth it.

  Chapter 3

  When we were both dressed again, we sat down at my small table for a cup of coffee.

  “What do we do now?” I asked.

  He drank a sip before answering. “We can’t go back to my house. They know where we live. It’s not safe there.”

  “But what else? You can’t mean to stay here, in this room. I mean, it’s nice, but not nearly big enough for one person, let alone two.”

  “I know, but I’ve got a temporary solution for this whole situation.”

  I raised my eyebrows. “Oh, really? What?”

  His eyes narrowed. “You’ll see.”

  I blew the steam off my coffee, thinking about what he meant with that.

  “I just don’t understand how they could’ve known. I didn’t give them anything.”

  I swallowed down the hot coffee, and as the liquid heated my throat, I realized the truth. I knew why they’d found out where we lived. It was my fault. The only person who could’ve known was Daisy. I told her where we lived and she came over. She was the only one who could’ve told them.

  I gulped down more coffee and put my cup back down. I couldn’t look him in the eye, knowing what I had done. I didn’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner. Maybe a part of me wanted to forget about it. Deny it, for the sake of my sanity. But I couldn’t hide it any longer.

  “Julie, what’s wrong?” He bent his head to look into my eyes, but I averted them. His hand reached for mine, but I slipped out from under his touch.

  “Tell me what’s wrong,” he said.

  I pursed my lips and started biting them. Frowning, I fought back the tears. I thought I could trust that woman, but in the end she was the one who betrayed me.

  “Julie, if you don’t tell me I will punish you.” His voice sounded insisted and demanding.

  I swallowed back the fear. I knew I’d given away the fact that I knew something. “I know how they found out.”

  Now he was the one frowning. “What? How? When?”

  “Do you remember the woman who spoke to me in the club? At the play party? She said she would help me with the submissive things, and I thought I could trust her.”

  Dominic’s h
and drew back from the table. I didn’t dare look at him, while I confessed.

  “I invited her over …” I whispered.

  A tear trickled down my face.

  Dominic’s mouth dropped open. His hand curled up into a fist, and he stomped on the table. I jolted up in my seat from the sudden bang.

  “You did what?” he snapped.

  “I’m sorry,” I said, whimpering.

  “You let someone into my house without my permission?” he said, his teeth grinding.

  “Yes, and I’m sorry, Dominic. I really am. I was so afraid to tell you, but now I realize it’s part of the problem.” I tried to look him in the eye, but the flame burning inside them scared me.

  “Damn right it is.” He leaned back in his chair and folded his arm together. Snorting, he closed his eyes to think.

  After a while, Dominic opened his mouth again. “Are you sure that’s how they found out?”

  I nodded.

  “Ah, Jesus Christ …” he ran his fingers through his hair and blinked a couple of times, processing the information. “If that’s true, then that means the play party is infiltrated.”

  “It could be … I don’t know. I have no proof she is involved, only this very suspicious coincidence.”

  “Shit! I was the one who brought you there,” he said. I could see his eyes starting to water. He blamed himself even more now.

  “We couldn’t have known,” I said, trying to calm him down.

  “How did you two talk? I mean, if you invited her without me knowing, you must’ve had contact somehow.”

  Immediately realizing I might have more information, I took my phone from my purse. “She gave me her number.”

  I scrolled through the numbers, but Dominic snatched the phone from my hand. He pressed a button and held the phone against his ear. He was calling her. My heart was racing, bile rising up in my throat at the mere thought.

  After a while, he put it back down and pressed the button again. “The line’s cut off.”