Collide Vol. 3 (Club Prive): Alpha Billionaire Romance

by M. S. Parker

  I was vaguely aware of his voice telling me how beautiful I was, how much he enjoyed seeing me climax, but it was all secondary to the white hot electricity pouring through me, filling me. It was sharp and bright and over far too soon.

  Before I could completely process everything, Dax's hands were on my wrists, pulling my arms down and around to my back. I turned my head, but could only see the side of his thigh as he knelt over me. Something soft brushed against my skin, then I heard a metallic click. My brain put them together to figure out that Dax was handcuffing me.

  “If it's too much, you say 'red,' okay?” He ran his hand down my spine, stopping at the place where my hands now rested. “That's how I'll know if I need to stop.”

  I nodded. I had a feeling my arms would be sore tomorrow, but for right now, I was grateful for the change of position.

  “Keep your legs spread,” he said, his voice back to commanding.

  I nodded again, and the bed dipped as he moved back to kneel between my thighs. I whimpered as he slid a finger inside me, and he chuckled, a low rumble of amusement that turned my brain to mush. I meant it when I said that I wanted to please him. I wanted to be the one who made him laugh, who made him smile. From a sexual point of view, I knew that meant I was most like a Submissive, but emotionally, I suspected it was more.

  Then his finger was pressing against that tight ring of muscle and all of my attention went there.

  “Relax,” he ordered.

  Right.

  He kept one hand on the small of my back, right next to my hands, and held me still as he rotated his finger, easing it into my ass. It burned, soothed somewhat by something slick and cool. I assumed it was the lube I bought, but the thought was fleeting, disappearing with everything else that wasn't Dax and what he was doing to me.

  “Don't fight it, baby. We gotta get a second one in there, so you need to relax.”

  It was on the tip of my tongue to ask him if he could relax with a finger in his ass, but then I thought about what it would be like to suck him off while seeing what I could do to his prostate and figured I'd save that discussion for some other time.

  The hand on my back moved down between my legs, the tip of his finger lightly stroking my clit. I shivered, the sensation in my ass becoming more pleasant as I got used to the intrusion. When I felt pressure again, I concentrated on relaxing my muscles, on accepting the bite of pain the same way I had when he spanked me.

  “Good girl,” he said, moving his fingers back and forth, stretching me. “The plug you bought is the perfect size for an anal virgin. It'll get you used to having something in your ass.” He leaned down and nipped at my shoulder. “And it will feel amazing when I fuck your pussy while it's still in there.”

  I made a sound that was something like a groan and a curse. I hadn't realized that was what he was planning to do, even though I probably should have seen it coming.

  “Your ass is even tighter than your pussy.” Another bite on my shoulder, a different sort of sting. “I can't wait to feel it around my cock.”

  The muscles in my thighs were trembling, and I knew I was getting close to a second orgasm. He kept up the movement over and across my clit until I cried out, coming for a second time. He cursed as my muscles bore down around his fingers, and then they were gone, leaving my ass feeling oddly empty.

  A moment later, something hard and cool took their place. I swore as he pushed the plug inside me, the fit still snug despite his preparation. It felt strange, a different kind of full, but one that wasn't entirely unpleasant.

  “I want to go bare inside you again, baby.” He grabbed my hips and pulled them up until I was on my knees. “That okay?”

  I nodded, touched that he asked rather than assuming. We might not have given each other a label, but that wasn't what mattered. This was. I could trust him not to hurt me, to make sure I consented to everything he wanted to do. That meant more than being able to call him my boyfriend.

  He went in slow, dragging out the process until I was writhing, desperate. The sensations were too intense, too powerful, but I couldn't escape them. He held me in place and made me take them all. I felt like I was going to come apart at the seams, that my body couldn't possibly hold all of him and the plug at the same time. And then I imagined what it would be like if I asked him to fuck my ass while I had a toy in my pussy, and I knew that I truly was gone. I wanted everything and anything he could give me, wanted him to push my boundaries and make me completely and thoroughly his.

  “Shit, babe.” His voice was strained. “Like a fucking vice. Are you okay?”

  I nodded, unable to speak now that he was completely inside. It was a good thing too because I couldn't take anything else. He grabbed the handcuffs and used them to pull me up. I sucked in air as it became easier to breathe. There was a dull ache in my shoulders that I knew would get uncomfortable quick, but I didn't think Dax would last that long.

  “Remember your safe word?” he asked.

  I nodded again, and that was enough for him. He didn't wait or try to be gentle about it. He just used my arms for leverage and began to pound into me. Each stroke made the plug move inside my ass, made his balls hit my over-sensitive clit. I started seeing spots by the third or fourth thrust and knew that when I came again, I was going to pass out.

  The moment he reached around and grabbed my nipple, that was it. A scream ripped out of me and everything went white. I was burning up from the inside out. The line between pain and pleasure so blurred that it no longer mattered which was which, only that they both existed, and they were tearing me apart.

  Through all of it, I still heard him say my name as he came, and it was the following surge of satisfaction that tipped me into total oblivion.

  Chapter Twelve

  Bryne

  I'd heard the term boneless to be used to describe someone after sex, and I'd always thought it was a weird word to use. Except now, I totally got it. I felt like my entire body was one giant puddle of mush.

  But in a less gross way.

  I laughed at myself as I snuggled under my blanket. I'd been right about how much I was going to enjoy having Dax here rather than in a hotel. He'd cleaned me up, then gone back into my bathroom, so I had a few minutes to myself, and I planned on basking in this afterglow. Even though there were parts of my body that ached, I wouldn't have changed a single thing.

  It was the most amazing, intense...

  I sighed.

  This weekend had the potential to be one of the best of my life. I might not be able to walk on Monday morning, but I knew Dax would make it worth it. I knew some people thought it was crazy to even consider having sex with only one person, but I was having a hard time believing that sex with Dax could ever get old.

  The door to the bathroom opened, and I rolled over to watch him walk back into the bedroom. All lean muscles and gorgeous skin. I never realized how danger and grace could go together until I saw him moving.

  When Dax reached down to pick up his jeans, I frowned.

  “Gavin and Carrie are still in California,” I reminded him. I pulled back the covers. “We have the whole place to ourselves this weekend. No check out time.”

  He didn't look at me as he pulled on his pants. “That sounds great, but I can't.”

  The stab of disappointment almost chased away all of the good I was still feeling. I didn't let it show though. “Something wrong?”

  He shook his head as he grabbed his shirt. “I just have to be up early.” Now he looked at me, his eyes dark. “Trust me, babe, if I stayed here neither one of us would be getting any sleep.”

  I swallowed hard. “I like the sound of that.”

  He gave me a half smile. “Trust me, babe, I'd like nothing more than to keep working that ass of yours until I'm buried deep inside it.”

  The muscle in question was sore, but I would've rolled over in a minute and begged to have him inside me if I thought he'd stay. Hell, I would've done it for a quickie. Absolutely nothing compared to h
aving him inside me, driving me toward climax.

  He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. Compared to our other kisses, it was relatively chaste, but it still warmed me straight to my toes.

  “I really do need to get up early.” He straightened and pulled his shirt over his head.

  Part of me wondered if he'd change his mind if I told him I'd behave myself, and we would sleep. Literally. I just wanted him near me, wanted to have one night where we stayed together. Woke up together. I wanted to pretend, for one night, that I could have more with Dax.

  But I couldn't tell him any of that. Not only because the timing wasn't the best, but because I already knew what he would say. Maybe not the exact words, but I knew saying any of that to him would make him run. He wouldn't want to be anywhere near me if he thought I was pushing for something more.

  And I wasn't. Not exactly. I knew what we'd both said, and I wouldn’t go back on it, but the more time I spent, the deeper in I got. Things between us would change at some point, I knew that, but I wasn't ready for it to happen yet.

  “Are you working at the shop?” I asked, pulling the covers back over me. “I didn't think the club was open early.”

  “It's not,” he said. “But I won't be at the shop either. I have a few things I have to do.”

  I knew he was edging around the truth, trying not to lie to me but not being honest either. I could've called him on it, and I probably should have, but I didn't. I chose to go along with it and keep up the illusion a little longer.

  “Well, I'll have the place to myself for the rest of the weekend if you want to come by.” I smiled up at him, pushing aside all of the doubt I was feeling and showing only the warmth. “I'm not planning on going anywhere.”

  He turned, took a few steps toward the door, then stopped. “Are you planning on wearing clothes this weekend?”

  “Maybe.” I pushed myself up until I was sitting. “Probably depends on whether or not I invite anyone else over,” I teased.

  He crossed the distance back to me in three long strides. The look in his eyes made me catch my breath. His hand curled around the back of my neck, not tight enough to hurt, but enough that I could feel the strength there.

  “Nobody sees you naked but me.” His voice was harsh, demanding. “You understand?”

  If the words themselves hadn't made my stomach flip and my heart beat faster, the tone alone would've done it.

  “I understand,” I whispered.

  This kiss was anything but chaste. It was hot and hungry and made me want to pull Dax back into bed and beg him to do filthy, dirty things to me. It was the sort of kiss that made my head spin and would've made my knees weak if I were standing. It was the promise of a lifetime of the most intense, deviant, and delicious sex I could imagine. Of everything I could ever want...

  And would never have.

  Not with him.

  I'd known that from the first time we'd slept together, but it didn't make it any easier to watch him go and know that one of these times, it'd be the last, and I might not even know it was coming.

  Once I knew he'd had enough time to leave, I got out of bed, stripped the sheets, then headed for the shower. While my body wouldn't let me stop thinking about what the two of us had done, I didn't need the smell of sex surrounding me while I was trying to sleep. It would be hard enough to do that as it was.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Dax

  I'd done a lot of hard things in my life, a lot of things I didn't want to do, but leaving Bryne naked in her bed made the top of both lists. I kept telling myself not to get attached, but she was like some sort of drug. I'd never had a problem with addiction. Not alcohol, not pot, which were the only two drugs I'd ever used. But Bryne...she was something I couldn't shake.

  Even now as I waited for my stop, I wanted to go back. And it wasn't just about getting laid either. I meant what I said to her at the end, that no one got to see her naked except me. I could say it was a heat of the moment thing, that seeing her naked and wanting me made me say stuff I wouldn't normally say. Like how some people said stupid romantic shit they didn't mean.

  But I meant it. All of it. And not just for the immediate future either. It wasn’t just my usual not wanting to share while I was having my own fun. It'd been fury at the thought of anyone getting to see her that way, putting their hands on her.

  Ever.

  I didn't want her to be with anyone but me. I wanted to be the only one who knew what it was like to see her come. To know how tight she was. How she responded to having her ass spanked.

  That possessiveness freaked me out enough, but the second part had hit me while I was walking to the nearest subway station and made it worse. Something I either hadn't known or hadn't wanted to admit until now.

  I didn't want to be with anyone but her. I couldn’t say that I'd never want it. Forever was too fucking long to promise. But right now, I didn't have that restless feeling that I'd always gotten when I fucked the same girl more than a couple times. I didn't feel trapped like I had when Cleo had gotten clingy. If anything, I felt more comfortable the more time I spent with Bryne. Like I could tell her anything, and she wouldn't judge me.

  That was wishful thinking though. It was one thing for her to know I was into kinky sex and that I didn't have money. To see my tattoos and know that the guys I worked with at the shop could be assholes.

  It'd be a whole other story if she knew that I'd left her in bed so I could meet my ride to Jersey and go steal a bunch of cocaine. She'd never trust me again, and maybe that was the way things should be, but the thought of how she'd look at me, what she'd think, made me sick.

  It was a little past three-thirty when I made it to the shop, so I was early. I wasn't surprised that none of the other guys were there yet, but the door being locked was unexpected. Locking things up in Hell's Kitchen was always a good idea, but we'd never really bothered. Everyone around here knew the rumors about Booker taking out the DeMarco family so not many people would be stupid enough to try to rob him. The few crack heads who'd tried had disappeared.

  “Fucking bastards,” I muttered as I rubbed my hands together. “I'm going to freeze my fucking balls off out here.”

  I stomped my feet and tried not to think about how cold it was. The only place around here that was open this late was the Exotic Ladies' Club half a block down. Well, that and the “massage parlor” connected to the peep show where a gentleman could go after watching some broad playing with herself for ten minutes. If he hadn't shot his load already.

  I wasn't going anywhere near either of those places. I had no problem with strip clubs and private lap dances, but the stuff that happened at places like that were more sleazy and shady than I was comfortable with. I didn't like the idea of the drug shit Booker wanted to get into, but prostitution was something I refused to get involved in.

  Growing up, there was this other kid who lived nearby who used to hang out with Georgie and me sometimes. I actually liked him better than Georgie, so when he suddenly disappeared, I'd complained to my mom, wanting to know where my friend had gone. I'd only been about eight or nine, but she'd sat me down and told me that my friend's mom had been a prostitute. And that some guy she'd gone to a hotel with had killed her. My friend was sent to live with his grandmother in Iowa. I never saw him again, and they never caught the guy who killed his mom.

  Some people might've thought that was too graphic for a kid to handle, but my mom used it as a lesson. She told me that I needed to be upfront with women and that if she ever caught me paying for sex, she'd cut my balls off. Well, not in those words exactly, but that was the gist of things. I still felt like grabbing my balls when I walked past a working girl.

  Right now, I wanted to grab my nuts for a whole other reason. They felt like they were frozen solid. I checked my phone and saw that barely ten minutes had passed. If I was lucky, Georgie and the guys would be on time, but they were almost always late. Which meant I’d probably be out here for another fifteen minu
tes.

  A gust of bitter wind made me pull up my hood. I cared less about looking like a badass at the moment than I did about hypothermia. Besides, no one looked badass with their teeth chattering.

  A noise made me turn, and I saw someone coming toward me. About my height and build, based on what I could see. When he got closer, I saw sandy-colored hair and green eyes...and enough of a resemblance to Booker to make a guess at who this guy was.

  Julius. Booker's cousin. The one who'd given us the information on the coke supplier.

  The supplier we were supposed to be ripping off in a few hours.

  “Where's my stuff?”

  Warning bells were going off all over the place. This wasn't a good place to have a confrontation. No lights. No cameras. No weapons. I didn't see him with one either, but that didn't help me much. My hands were so stiff from being out in the cold, I wasn't sure I could make a fist. If Julius came at me, I might be able to fight him off, but the guy was a drug dealer in Jersey. He wasn't some punk kid who I could lay out with a lucky punch.

  “I don't know what you're talking about,” I said. “I'm meeting some of the guys here in a couple minutes, and I don't even have keys to the shop.”

  “Don't fuck with me.” His voice had that same quality that Booker's did. The kind that said I was in serious shit.

  “I'm not.” I considered pulling out my hands, but I didn't want him to think I had a piece on me. “I don't use or hold.”

  He looked like he was about to say something, but then I heard a loud crack and something slammed into me. I had a moment of white hot pain before the ground was rushing up to meet me.

  Fuck. This was bad.

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