DOM DIARIES : THE CHASE: A Billionaire searches for love.

by Jax Hart

  Rafe grabbed my hand and we jogged in the rain until we were safely inside his car.

  “Rafe?”

  His fingers gently rubbed the inside of my wrist. “Christine is missing. Johnny is too.”

  “Roque?”

  He shrugged, “Probably. The feds need her to testify if anything is going to stick to Johnny and in turn, Roque.”

  I shivered and he pulled me closer to his side. “I’m not taking any chances with you. Do you understand?” He cupped my chin, hard.

  “Yes.”

  “Be mine?”

  “Yes.”

  “Tonight?”

  “Yes.”

  His answer was a growl, as he took a kiss while his hands roamed over my wet shirt.

  My breasts ached for his rough touch. I didn’t want gentle; I just wanted to know he was capable of it.

  I straddled his lap and sat back, then pressed the button on the front seat divider. “Just drive,” I ordered. He quirked an eyebrow as I slowly sat back on his thighs and peeled my shirt off. Next came my bra.

  “Fuck,” he breathed, as my bare breasts jiggled and bounced with the car’s movements.

  “Do you want me to fuck you, Selina? Right here? Right now?”

  “No. Do you want me to fuck you? Mister?”

  He blew out a breath. Our eyes locked. Both of us wanted to be in control.

  “You know, I’m a DOM, Selina. That will never change.”

  “Well how is this going to work? I’m no sub and that will never change. I have too much… everything.”

  “I want everything. Just yield to me when we fuck, ok?”

  “Every time?”

  “Yes.” The hardness in his gaze was back and I loved it. I needed a strong man. A man who wouldn't get burned by my fire. A man who could control my wild streak and curb my tongue when needed. I’d break a weak man and we both knew it.

  He grinned devilishly, “Will you require a safe word?”

  I laughed. “No, but you might.”

  He shook his head. “We both know I can handle you. So, get ready, I’m going to fuck you hard and dirty.”

  “Just the way I like it…oh God!” I yelled, as he squeezed my plump breasts together so he could suck both my tits at the same time. It hurt when he held them like that but the darts of pleasure traveling from my tits down to my core was worth it. I groaned, rubbing myself against him. I loved down and dirty sex when I’m in a relationship and I knew Rafe and I were there.

  “You wanna come on my cock, baby?”

  I bit my lip and whimpered. His dirty talk combined with his princely looks was a lethal combination to my libido. I was soaked and ached for him to impale me.

  He smirked. “Sit still.”

  “I can’t.”

  “You will.” He smacked my tits and the sharp slap echoed in the back of the car.

  “What the fuck?”

  “That…was a warning. Wiggle that butt of yours one more time…”

  “Jesus. You are a real DOM.”

  “Ever been with one?”

  “No.”

  “Good. I’ll be your first and last.”

  He sat back watching, making sure I was staying still as he removed his tie and very methodologically wrapped it around both my hands.

  “Are you afraid?”

  “No. Why?”

  “Because of what happened in the Hamptons…you were restrained.”

  “Well, help me get over it,” I taunted.

  “Christ, you are getting yourself back, aren’t you? Thank fuck.”

  He fastened his tie tighter, grunting in pleasure at having me topless and bound on his lap.

  He sat back and just smiled.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Enjoying the view. Now hush, or I’ll punish you again…and by the way, don’t ever order my driver. I give the orders.” He pressed the intercom button, telling his driver to take us home.

  It was a struggle to sit still. I felt his dick twitching inside his trouser pants, dying to get out. He made me wait for it, not touching me with anything but his eyes.

  “Rafe?”

  His eyes darkened.

  “I told you to be quiet.”

  I quirked an eyebrow, curious as to what my punishment would be. His hands moved up my hip and stayed at my waist before lazily trailing up to my breasts.

  He pinched each nipple.

  Pain radiated out from each one, but I didn’t cry, didn’t move a muscle. Maybe this sub thing wouldn’t be that hard after all.

  His mouth laved to each tit, moving back and forth at a lazy pace. His tongue soothed and excited at the same time. The pain lessened as darts of pleasure replaced it. I moaned needing more.

  Sharp teeth nipped my breast, reminding me I was breaking orders. His hands moved to free himself and then I was lifted up and slammed down on that massive cock. He impaled me.

  Rocked my world.

  In the middle of traffic, he took me places. He controlled the pace. His large hands guiding me up and down his shaft. My clit rubbed against him on every downstroke. His mouth recaptured my breast. Licking. Biting. Sucking. I threw my head back, needing more than anything to come.

  “Say it. Say you’re mine.”

  “Rafe,” I panted, “Only yours.”

  He lifted his hips, bucking into me faster and faster. My palms rested on his shoulders as he took me.

  It was quick and dirty and oh so good when one of his hands started sliding through my slit to capture the hidden bud between.

  He pressed on it with this thumb as his monster cock kept plunging in and out of me.”

  “You may come.”

  “Thank you, sir.” I quipped.

  He smacked my bouncing breasts, leaving his handprint. “I said come. Not talk.”

  I rolled my eyes.

  He smacked me again.

  “Asshole.” I breathed.

  “Do you want to come or not?”

  “Please.” I begged, wrapping my arms around his neck.

  He grunted satisfied and fucked me hard, his eyes never leaving mine as his fingers massaged my clit while his dick filled me past full.

  “Rafe!” I broke apart.

  Seconds later he growled with his own release, emptying into me. I slumped against him never wanting to let go.

  I laid my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. My index finger traced the sculpted muscles on his chest. After the passion we shared in the car we took a long shower together and ordered in.

  We eventually made it out on his balcony, snuggled up on his oversized lounger after sharing a bottle of red wine.

  “What was she like?”

  “My mother?”

  “Yes.”

  Over dinner he had started to open up about his past, his family and mentioned he loathes his father, but his mama was the best.

  “She’s the only reason I’m only half a prick instead of a whole one. If it wasn’t for her, I would probably be just another entitled asshole living on the Upper East Side.”

  “I thought you were a complete jerk when we met.”

  “I was running late, and you did ruin my suit.”

  “I’ve more than made up for that though, right?” My lips found his pec and licked the skin until I reached his nipple. I traced it lightly with the tip of my nail before licking it then blowing gently on it.

  “Fuck, baby.”

  “They are sensitive, aren’t they?” I teased, continuing to touch him. My other hand traveled south and rubbed over him. Now that I knew what it felt like to have him inside me, it’s all I wanted.

  We made love deep into the night. He was always in control. Dominating me. Loving me hard. Causing pleasure then pain. But I never felt so alive as I did when we were entangled and moved as one.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  6 Days Later…

  “Did you forget something?” I teased, hearing the elevator doors chime minutes after Rafe left for the office.

/>   I raced out in bare feet and a matching French lace bra and panty set.

  “Fuck!” I screamed as Roque Salvatore strolled in, assessing my body with hot eyes.

  “I’m game,” he smirked.

  “What do you want?” I commanded, willing myself not to be afraid.

  “A lot of things. Things… I can’t have,” he sighed, sat down on our couch and crossed his legs.

  I stood dumbly while he relaxed further, even draping an arm over the back of the couch. But then I recovered, coming out of the stupid dumbstruck trance he has a habit of putting me into; probably most other women as well. “Rafe’s at work.”

  “I know.”

  Shit. Of course, he did.

  “I need to get dressed.”

  He shrugged, “If you wish.”

  “I do.”

  I practically ran back into the bedroom and debated locking the door. I don’t know what he did to my bodyguard and I didn't even want to think about it. I was stronger now. I would face him. Face whatever he wanted and hopefully everything would be okay. Some way. Somehow.

  I smoothed down my thick hair with the serum from the woman who Rafe hired to fix the chopped off disaster the man waiting for me created. My hair was a sleek bob, having evened out a few inches below my chin.

  I looked older and when I applied full make-up and long earrings, I even felt sexy, but I was still pissed off about it. Knowing all my gorgeous hair was brightening someone else’s day was the only thing that helped.

  My hands slightly shook as I applied a dark pink color to my lips. It made me feel strong and bold just like the color itself. I squared my shoulders and put on shoes, just in case I needed to run.

  When I came back into the great room, his back was to me. He faced the bank of windows, lost in thought as he stared at the city below.

  “What was it that you want?”

  “That’s a loaded question.”

  I decided to play it straight with him, no bullshit. “Look Roque. I’m not playing whatever game you think I am. I didn’t know anything. I didn't even know who you were when we met. And I’m pissed the hell off that you treated me how you did. It was cruel and unforgivable. Leave. Now! Or I will go to the Feds for real and tell them how you kidnapped and tortured me.”

  His lips twitched. “I’m sure you would. But there’s no need for that. Come.” He held out a hand to me.

  I stood with my hands on my hips. “No.”

  “I’m hungry and we need to talk.”

  “I’m not going anywhere with you. Where’s my guard?”

  “Busy.” His lips twitched again.

  I eyed my cell phone charging on the kitchen counter and wondered if I could grab it and lock myself in a room before he could catch me.

  “Don’t,” he warned.

  I dug my nails into my palms as he took my cell and pocketed it. “Shall we?” He held out an arm, but I still wouldn’t budge.

  “Ah Selina, I won’t harm you. I promise.”

  “As if I should trust the word of a mob king.”

  He lowered his head. “I won’t ask again.”

  Shit.

  And that’s how I ended up having lunch with him at a trendy new restaurant overlooking Central Park. He ordered for the both of us, since I refused to speak to him and seemed to enjoy himself despite my stony silence.

  Finally, when our lunch arrived and he waved the waiter away, his eyes lasered in on me, refusing to leave.

  “I owe you an apology. You’re clear. I had my best men looking into the matter.”

  “No shit,” I snorted.

  “I wanted to see you… to make amends. I don’t have many friends and Rafe was a good one.”

  “That’s between the two of you,” I shrugged.

  “No. You’ve come between us. I need to make things right.”

  “You can’t. You can’t take back what you did or how I felt after.”

  “I know. I am truly sorry. I’m a sinner not a saint, but I did swear to myself not to hurt innocents.”

  “Is that how you sleep at night?”

  “Who says I sleep? Look, I held back. I was pissed and not in complete control, but I didn’t cut you deep, none of my men touched you—”

  “I was terrified. I was blindfolded, gagged and pushed into the back of a car.”

  He fingered the cufflinks on his wrist. “One million. Cash. It’s been wired into your account.”

  “No. Hell no. I’m not taking mob money. Undo it,” I seethed.

  “Fine. I can get you into any grad school in New York on a full scholarship or secure a record deal.”

  “You don’t get it, do you? I don’t want anything from you but to be left alone. I don’t want your money or any shady connections you could make for me.”

  He sat back, sipped his wine and stared speculatively at me. “It’s easy to see why he wanted you. Finding a woman without an agenda is surprisingly hard.”

  “Oh, please,” I rolled my eyes, “am I supposed to feel bad for you?”

  He was silent as he stared down at his plate. I knew he had gone somewhere else. “I was in a bad place when I found out my operation was at risk. You bore the brunt of that. I had just come from a wedding where I was half-in love with the bride. During her vows she announced she was pregnant. I wanted her and the baby to both be mine. I shouldn't have gone, but I had to see her. She represented everything I’ve been missing in my life. Fuck, never mind.”

  “Poor Roque Salvatore can’t find love. Geez, I wonder why? Maybe you should start by respecting women more.”

  “I respect women.”

  “Uh-huh,” I snorted, helping myself to a piece of steak from his plate.

  “Did you just?”

  “I did.” I grinned, feeling like myself again as I chewed the piece of juicy steak, I nabbed from him. I wasn’t afraid of this man. I wasn't his enemy or his friend. But he was definitely one of the most interesting people I had ever met.

  “Tell me about this woman.”

  He sat back. “I threatened to strip her and get into her bed if she didn’t go somewhere with me. She defied me at every turn and wasn’t impressed by my power or wealth.”

  “Sounds like you need the chase, too.”

  “I do.”

  “So, find someone else.”

  “It’s not that easy. I have enemies.”

  “No shit.”

  “How are things with you and Rafe?” He asked, changing the subject.

  “None of your business.”

  “I want to know anyway.”

  “I’m not into you. Not after witnessing who you are capable of becoming.”

  My phone rang from the inside of his pocket. It was my man. I could tell by the ringtone I had selected for him. Womanizer. It had become an inside joke between the two of us.

  Roque took out my phone and sent Rafe to voicemail. “Don’t worry I’ll text him.”

  “Give it to me.”

  “No can do.”

  “What should we type?” he pondered, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

  “I really hate you.”

  “I know,” he grinned as his fingers tapped on my phone. “...on a date with Roque. I might leave you for him…”

  “Stop!” I screeched, lunging over the table and trying to grab my phone back.

  “...he is much hotter than you and has a bigger...,”

  “Stop!” I tried to hold in my laughter but failed as he waved my phone over his head while I moved back and forth trying to grab it.

  He was fun and almost made me forget who he was. But that was a mistake I knew I couldn’t make ever again.

  My phone started ringing again. I jumped, snatching it from his grasp.

  “Selina?! Where are you?”

  “I-I’m fine.”

  “Is he with you?”

  “He kind of took me… to lunch.”

  “I’m going to kill him. Put him on.”

  “He wants to talk to you,” I held out my phon
e.

  “Of course, he does. Tell him I’m busy admiring his girlfriend.”

  “I heard that you motherfucker!” Rafe’s shouts of rage was heard clearly despite the fact that he wasn’t on speaker.

  “I’m here.” I told Rafe as I turned away from Roque laughing and tucked the phone to my ear.

  “Send me your location. I’m coming for you. Don’t leave with him. Stall. Order dessert than coffee. Hell, order a bottle of Crystal. Just don’t go with him.”

  “Okay.”

  “Selina?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Nothing. Nevermind. Just don’t leave.”

  The line went dead after he dropped that bomb on me.

  I turned back to Roque, wearing the stupidest grin on my face.

  “Fuck, I’m jealous.”

  I stared at him in his expensively tailored suit, muscular build, raven hair and startling blue eyes.

  He was hot and dangerous.

  Some women thrive on that shit.

  “Who knows? Maybe your day could still come. Just don’t fuck it up and terrorize the poor woman who lights you up next.”

  “Sound advice. Are you ready to go?”

  “No. I’ve been locked up for a month in Rafe’s penthouse. I could go for a cappuccino and a piece of cheesecake.”

  He smirked. “Shall we order one for Rafe, too?”

  I shrugged.

  “If it doesn’t work out between the two of you… you have my number.”

  “That’ll never happen.”

  He eyed me up and down. His gaze lingering on my full breasts. I blushed. I didn’t want him but having all that testosterone focused on me was unnerving.

  He stood and bent, his lips brushing my ear, “In his study, in the third drawer in his desk, buried beneath financials are the answers you seek. Goodbye and good luck, Selina.”

  He kissed my cheek and left minutes before Rafe strode in.

  “Where did that fucker go?”

  “He left.”

  “Did he hurt you?”

  “No. No, he didn’t. He kind of apologized? Anyway, we’re good now. Safe. It’s over.”

  Rafe pulled me into his arms and held me tight. Roque’s last words to me were still in my head.

  What in the hell was he talking about?

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  Rafe stepped back and surveyed the room. I could tell he’d been here before the way his sure gait moved passed tables. He turned down a hall and pulled me into an empty coatroom.