Mine: A Dark Billionaire Romance

by Brook Wilder

  I was correct when the first course arrived only minutes later. The waiter sat down a small plate with a mound of small black orbs placed atop a white cube next to a pile of green mousse. I analyzed the plate and realized I could identify a single thing on it.

  "It's caviar, Laina," Garrett said offhandedly in response to my bewildered look. "With an avocado mouse and jellied lobster."

  I watched him eat, and followed his motions, scooping a tiny portion of the caviar into my mouth. The taste was alright, salty but not overly so, but the texture really got to me. It was like each of those tiny balls were popping in my mouth, and I almost gagged at the unpleasantness. I set my spoon down and gently pushed the plate away from me.

  "Eat it," Garrett said. "All of it."

  I looked at his face and found a stony expression that dared me to disobey. Rather than push my luck, I suffered through the rest of the course with a straight face. Thankfully, it was a small portion. When I set my spoon back down on the empty plate, Garrett gave me a pleased look that was laced with a darker desire. I was slowly realizing that this man not only liked control, he got off on it. What was the rest of this date going to be like?

  Thankfully, the rest of the meal was far more pleasant than the caviar. I found I actually quite enjoyed foie gras, and the wagyu beef made me wonder how I could possibly eat another steak ever again. As we both ate, I noticed Garrett watching me as I placed the food into my mouth. Thrilled by the attention, I decided to play along a little, exaggerating my moans of delight. Judging by the way his face darkened, I assume he liked what he saw.

  "Are you enjoying yourself?" Garrett asked as we dug into the carrot cake, the first round of desserts.

  "Immensely," I said.

  "Good," he replied. "I am as well. Lick that frosting from your fork."

  I obliged, making what was probably a failed attempt at seduction by slowly working my tongue up the utensil. Garrett growled in approval.

  "Makes a man wonder what else you can do with that mouth," he said in a throaty voice.

  The final course arrived with two cups of coffee. Garrett barely touched his desserts and, instead, watched as I ate. He occasionally gave orders on how I should eat or which dessert to go to next and I obeyed, making sure to put on a worthy show the entire time. It was a fun game, and playing along seemed pretty harmless. As the plate in front of me emptied slowly, I felt the last of my inhibitions go as well. A blind man could see where this date was heading, and I wasn't about to lie and say I wasn't at least a little turned on. When there was only a small dab of whipped cream left, Garrett reached out and dug his finger into the white mound. He brought his hand to my face, holding the cream inches from my lips.

  I took the hint without another thought and delicately wrapped my lips around his finger, gently sucking the whipped cream away. I let my eyes flutter up to his and I gently pulled away, and I could see the barely restrained lust in his eyes. I smiled, and a warmth started to grow within me at the knowledge of the power I had. Sure, Garrett was calling the shots, but it was still me who was the one getting him all hot and bothered.

  Without another word, Garrett flagged down the waiter. Before he could get a word out, Garret thrust a wad of money into his hand.

  "Keep the change," he growled as he stood. I watched as the waiter thumbed through the bills, his eyes growing wider as he counted. I had no idea how much this evening had cost, but I was willing to be it was more than my year's salary at the library.

  Garrett then grabbed me by the arm and started to lead me out of the restaurant. Several other guests turned to watch us go, a couple of them with concerned looks on their faces, but Garrett didn't seem to notice them. I trotted to keep up with him, wondering where the next stop for the night would be. We walked down the hall and past the elevator this time. I made a small noise of confusion as we headed for the stairs.

  "The next time I'm in a room alone with you," he said. "Your clothes are coming off. Maybe one day we can explore the elevator, but not tonight."

  I was shocked but also deeply pleased by his comment, and I could feel a warmth spread through me as I imagined him naked. We made it down all four flights of stairs in record time and were soon out in the bustling crowd of Columbus Circle. His SUV was parked by the curb, barely a foot away from where it dropped us off.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Garrett rushed up to the door, putting his hand on the handle, but stopped short of pulling it open. He looked back at me with a fiery lust raging in his eyes.

  "You need to choose, Laina," he said huskily.

  "Excuse me?" I asked.

  "You have two options," he continued. "You can either enter this door with me, and experience what it is to be with me, fully, or you can leave, now."

  I looked at him, knowing deep down that I wanted his first option, but before I could voice my opinion, he continued.

  "Really think about it," he said. "This is not a decision to take lightly. If you enter, it will serve as your unspoken agreement to our little contract."

  "What sort of contract?" I asked.

  "You will be mine, totally, for the duration of our time in the car. What you want will not matter. Your pleasure will not come first, and I will expect you to do everything I say, exactly as I say it. Do you agree? If not, I'll be happy to call you a cab and send you home."

  "If you send me home, will I ever see you again?"

  "No. If you leave me tonight, all contact between us will cease."

  "And if I get in the car?"

  "We can discuss that later," he said with a grin. "Depending on how this evening goes."

  I stepped forward and realized I had never been more certain about a decision in my entire life.

  "I want to get in the car," I said, my voice taking on a throaty tone.

  "Beg for it," Garrett replied, his eyes glinting down at me.

  "Please?" I said.

  "You'll need to be more convincing than that, Laina," Garrett chided.

  "Please let me enter your car," I said, trying to put as much emotion into my words as I could, "I want that more than anything in the world."

  In my head, my last words had just been something I thought Garrett would want to hear, but as soon as they left my mouth I realized how true the sentiment actually was.

  "Say it again," he said. "The last part."

  "I want that more than anything in the world," I said.

  "Good, for now at least. We'll work on your begging, but you may enter now."

  Garrett pulled the door open and stepped aside, gesturing for me to climb in. I did so quickly, and he was right behind me. After a hushed conversation with the driver, the privacy panel went up and shut us off from the rest of the world. He sat down in the seat next to me, pouring himself a drink.

  "I know you're anxious to get started," he said, "But there are a few ground rules and basics to go over first. Tonight I will introduce you to a lifestyle I'm sure you already have at least heard of. BDSM is a passion of mine. Do you know much about it?"

  "I've heard of it, but I haven't ever really experienced anything like that first hand. Oh, and I read that first of that book series about Christian…"

  "I'll stop you there," Garrett interrupted. "What I want to do tonight is called a scene. That's what BDSM encounters are generally called, whether or not sex is involved. We'll start out simple, for tonight at least. I will tell you exactly what I want to you do, and you will obey me. This makes me the dom and you the sub, and I expect you to call me sir once the play starts. Finally, since this is our first time together, there'll be no props, no toys. Just you and me."

  "What if I don't obey you?" I asked.

  "Then I will punish you, naturally."

  I gulped slightly, unsure of what that meant. I knew BDSM tended to include whips and spanking, and I wasn't entirely sure if I was into that.

  "I can see your hesitation," he said with what sounded like genuine compassion in his voice. "Any sort of power play like this
requires absolute trust between the two parties, and that is a difficult thing to ask of two people who have just met. I'll go easy on you tonight, you have my word. As for safe words, I prefer to use 'yellow' and 'red'. When you say yellow, that means slow down or back off. If you say red, I'll stop everything immediately."

  "What about no or stop?" I asked. "Wouldn't those words make more sense?"

  "Maybe for tonight, but I find that I like having consistent safe words across all of my scenes. There may be a time when standard words like no, stop, or 'please don't hurt me' are actually part of the roleplay we are enacting. Thus, yellow and red. Will that work for you?"

  "Yes."

  "Just make sure you only use the safe words when you actually mean it. I don't want to get into a 'boy who cried wolf' situation."

  "Of course not," I replied.

  "Good, now that that's settled, we can begin."

  Garrett then closed his eyes, sitting silently for a few moments. It looked as if he were composing himself. It wouldn't be until much later that I realized he was actually getting into character, like an actor before his first entrance.

  "Laina," he said as he opened his eyes. "Undress for me. Slowly, but don't make it a strip tease."

  "Yes," I said.

  "Yes what?"

  "Yes, sir."

  Garrett's eyes dropped away from my face as I reached around to the back of my dress and began to draw down the zipper. The front of my dress fell away from me as I slid my arms out of the shoulders, revealing my bra. I went to unhook the garment, but Garrett put out his hand in a stopping gesture.

  "The dress off all the way, first," he growled.

  I obeyed, shimmying out of my dress. It was a little awkward, given the cramped nature of the car seats, but he didn't seem to mind.

  "The stockings next," he said.

  With another awkward shimmy, I slid my pantyhose down my legs, Garrett's eyes following the fabric. When I reached my feet, I kicked off my shoes before pulling the hose the rest of the way off.

  "Now, your panties."

  Those came off in a flash, and following his next directive, the bra was gone as well. I sat there, fully naked in front of him and waited for the next order as he admired my body. A pink blush bloomed over my body under his scrutiny, and he smiled in response.

  "That's a good color on you," he said. "Leave your jewelry on, but fold the rest of your clothes and stow them here."

  He opened a small compartment underneath the arm rest next to his seat. I gathered up my clothes and made a neat pile before placing it inside. Garrett then snapped the door closed, locking it with a tiny key he tucked into his breast pocket.

  "You will get those back when the time is right," he said, following my gaze to the now hidden key.

  He reached over and pressed a button on the side of my seat. A leg rest folded out and the entire seat reclined. I laid back, following the implied command.

  "Spread your legs," I did so, but he then continued, "wider."

  I splayed myself open, displaying my entire self to him. His expression was pleased, and I could tell it took every bit of restraint on his part to not dive in immediately. Instead, he moved to kneel on the floor in front of my seat, his eyes at level with my chest.

  "Pleasure yourself," he said as he started to unbutton his shirt cuffs.

  I hesitated, and his face immediately darkened. I was barely able to admit to myself that I masturbated, let alone do it in the presence of someone else.

  "Turn over," he said.

  I did so, knowing that I was about to be punished. I braced myself, but only received a swat on the backside. It did sting, but it definitely wasn't what I would call painful. In fact, I let out a small gasp as I realized I had actually enjoyed the sensation.

  "Turn back over," Garrett said. "And pleasure yourself."

  I did so this time, gently working my fingers around my already slightly swollen clit. I started to close my eyes when Garrett's voice cut through my pleasure.

  "Eyes open. Don't break eye contact."

  I found his gaze and did my best to keep mine locked on. It was getting harder, though, with every passing second. The tension building up within me was threatening to push me over the edge, and my eyes squinted as I strained to maintain control.

  "Stop," he said, and I obliged. "But keep that position."

  I laid back and felt myself drift away from that edge, a little disappointed that I hadn't been allowed to climax. Garrett was just now finishing his undressing, still kneeling in the confined back seat. His rock hard cock springing out as he pulled down his boxers, and my eyes widened in excitement.

  "Eyes on mine," Garrett reminded me as I let my gaze drift down his body.

  We stared at each other for a few moments until he was the one to break eye contact. His gaze wandered down my exposed body and stopped on my now very wet pussy. He licked his lips slightly, and the small gesture only made me want to taste his mouth.

  "Sit absolutely still," he said as he reached down to start his own self-pleasure.

  I laid there like a statue, my only movement being the gentle rise of my chest as I breathed. His hand was moving faster with every second, and I wondered if he was more turned on by me or what he was about to do to me. Just as it looked like he was about to climax, he stopped and I felt a small thrill in knowing that he too was being denied release.

  He shuffled over to his discarded trousers and pulled out his wallet. He produced a condom and reached out his arm, offering it to me.

  "Put it on," he said, thrusting his hips forward.

  I scurried out of the seat, ripping at the foil with shaking hands. Once I slid the ribbed condom out, I gently unrolled it.

  "Act quickly, Laina," Garrett growled.

  I swiftly took his shaft in my hand and worked the latex down to his base. He felt painfully stiff in my hand and I knew it wouldn't be long before I felt him inside of me. As soon as I finished, he reached over to where I had been sitting and pushed another button. The recliner retreated, giving us more room on the floor of the cab.

  "On your hands and knees," he said. "Facing the seat."

  I obliged again, another throb pulsing through me. I still couldn't believe how easily I was able to slip into this submissive role. Even more unbelievable was how much I was enjoying myself.

  Without any pretense or warning, I felt Garrett slam into me, his rigid cock easily sliding past my wetness. I gasped aloud as his length hit a spot within me that I didn't know existed.

  "Keep quiet," he growled as he began to thrust.

  I clamped my mouth shut, just barely able to contain the moans that threatened to pour out of me like a waterfall. Garrett placed his hands on my hips and guided me into him. We slammed together, harder with each passing second, and my silence turned into muffled screams of pleasure.

  "Do you like this?" he asked in a breathless whisper. I moaned in reply, an animal sound, and Garrett continued, "Use your words, Laina. Do you like this?"

  "Yes! Oh, God Yes!" I cried.

  "Yes, what?"

  "Yes, sir!" I yelled.

  With one final pass, my body gave way to a throbbing, pulsing pleasure that was greater than anything I had ever experienced. My vision tunneled in and turned gray around the edges as stars exploded in front of me. I was numbly aware that Garrett was still thrusting away, but my mind floated off as I twitched and quivered. I felt a sharp spank on my bottom as Garret cried out, apparently reaching his own climax. He thrust one final time and collapsed on top of me, his hands planting on the floor behind mine. As my mind returned slowly to my body, I felt the hairs on his arms and chest tickle my bare skin, causing goose bumps to spring up.

  Once we had both caught our breath, he reached down and pulled himself out of me. I stayed put, waiting for his next command until I realized the scene was over.

  "Here, Laina," he said, handing me a white, terry robe he had pulled out from the same compartment I had put my clothes in. I pulled the rob
e around myself and we both sat in the car seats, luxuriating in the glow.

  "I take it you enjoyed yourself?" he asked. I looked over to see his face relaxed with a faraway look in his eyes. What pleased me most, though, was the soft smile that now sat on his lips.

  "It's just," I stuttered, trying to find the words to describe the indescribable feeling within me, "I've never felt anything so amazing."