Shades of Submission: Fifty by Fifty #1: Billionaire Romance Boxed Set

by Hunter, Adriana

  I spent so long getting ready it was almost like it was a real date. I hadn’t felt like this in so long, and I kept having to remind myself that it wasn’t in fact a real date, no matter how much a part of me wanted it to be.

  Turning over in my head whether I should show up exactly on time, or if I should be a couple minutes late to avoid seeming too eager, I walked through the door of Cay West at exactly 7:02pm. Looking through the restaurant, tables lined the walls and the floor, leading to the back of the room, which was completely open, like a balcony leading over to the ocean, lit up by torches along the beach. A soft, cool breeze whispered through the room, adding to the ambiance, and the smell of fresh fish wafted over from the kitchen.

  “Excuse me, madame, do you have a reservation?” the manager at the front of the restaurant asked me.

  “Oh, yes, I’m with… ummm…” I suddenly realized how embarrassing it was going to be to have to convince this man I had a reservation with a man whose name I didn’t even know. “Oh, that’s him over there,” I suddenly exclaimed, hoping against all hope that he was already here. Making my way across the restaurant, past the manager, I glanced at every face at every table, hoping to spot a familiar one. And sure enough, at the far end, against the railing with a perfect view of the night ocean, I saw the man from Villa 207.

  “Welcome, I’m glad you made it,” he told me as he stood up, holding my chair out for me. No one had ever held a chair out for me at a restaurant! I’m sure if I’d been wearing a coat he would have helped me out of it. This was already the best dinner of my life.

  “Thanks, I almost didn’t, seeing as I didn’t have a name to give the man at the front,” I replied with a laugh.

  “I know! I was trying to keep an eye out for you, I didn’t realize until after you’d left that I hadn’t even caught your name.”

  “Julia. I’m Julia Marley,” I told him, holding out a hand, and instead of shaking it, the man took it to his lips and kissed it softly, looking straight into my soul with those deep brown eyes of his. I could feel my body’s desire at the touch of his lips against my skin, but forced those thoughts away.

  “Blake Andrews,” he replied. “It’s nice to meet you officially, Julia.”

  “You too,” I answered. The nerves from this morning were starting to come back, but as we continued to talk, I realized Blake was so easy to have a conversation with, it quickly seemed as though he was an old friend.

  “So, what brings you to the island, Julia?” Blake asked as the waiter came by to take our drinks order. I figured in a classy place like this I’d order some wine, so I simply ordered a glass of a random white on the menu, assuming it would be good, and really hoping I didn’t make it obvious that I had never heard of any of them. To me, exotic and classy is a glass of Yellow Tail from Australia, and they definitely did not offer that.

  “Well, if I’m going to be totally honest, I won this trip in one of those charities that help children’s hospitals. My sister, who’s a nurse, convinced me to buy the ticket, and while I didn’t in the grand prize house, this is even better.”

  “Really? That’s amazing. So is your sister here with you, or a boyfriend, or...”

  Was it wrong that I was really, really hoping that was Blake trying to figure out if I was single or not? I laughed a little.

  “No, I was going to bring Anna, my sister, but in the end she had to stay behind when her best friend went into early labour. So instead, I’m here by myself. No boyfriend. Definitely no boyfriend.” Had I overemphasized that part too much? God, why was social interaction with the opposite sex so hard? “How about you, are you on holidays? Or here with a girlfriend?” I continued.

  Blake laughed, easily.

  “I wish. Though I am getting a little bit of time to do what I want. I was actually here to woo some important clients for my company. There are worse places to have to go on a business trip, though,” he added, motioning out the balcony to the black ocean outside. “No girlfriend for me, unfortunately I haven’t found the one yet.”

  Just then the waiter brought over our drinks, and I realized neither one of us had even opened the menu yet. We asked for a couple of minutes, and the waiter politely obliged. As he left, we both started to read over the choices, and my face blanched when I looked at the prices. Would it be rude to comment, when I was invited here as thanks for bringing him his phone? Probably. Blake had to be pretty important at his company to be able to afford this sort of thing.

  “So what is it that you do back home, Julia?” Blake asked as he glanced over the menu, casually. His eyes met mine, and it was like a spark of electricity surged between us, I felt like I’d been struck by a lightning bolt. Nobody had ever made me feel like that before, especially not with just a look. Suddenly I felt incredibly self-conscious. I wasn’t super important, I didn’t make a ton of money, I didn’t really belong here at this resort, I was just a student. There was no real way to make that sound fancier than it was.

  “I’m studying to be a nurse.”

  “Really? Wow, that must be interesting.”

  “Well, there’s a lot of variety, that’s for sure. Especially when I’m doing the rotation at the hospital. The actual courses are more or less like any other college course: study everything, memorize everything, write tests. But when we go on rotation and spend time in an actual hospital, working with real nurses, then yeah, I never really know what to expect coming through the door.”

  “Why did you get into nursing?”

  I explained to him about how my sister did it, how I wanted to get out of retail, and how nursing appealed to me because I liked helping people.

  “I’ve always thought doctors and nurses were unappreciated. Especially nurses. I mean sure, doctors make a good living and all, but when you compare it to the living people like sports stars make, shouldn’t the people that are out there saving lives every day be the most well paid people in our society?”

  “You should run for office!” I joked. “Make that change for us.”

  Blake laughed. “I don’t think I’m cut out for politics, unfortunately.” I loved the sound of his laughter, I wanted to hear more of it. His voice was like music in my ears, and when at one point he reached across the table and brushed my hand with his fingers, they felt like velvet against my skin. I felt a tug in my tummy, and I knew I wanted Blake. I couldn’t have him, and I knew I’d sworn off men, but I still wanted him. What was wrong with me? This wasn’t like me at all. I was a good girl; I didn’t do one night stands,

  We continued our chat; I told him about a few of the funnier things that had happened to me while working in the hospital, he told me about life in New York City. I had never been, but always wanted to go and see the bright lights. I mean, Columbus is a city and all, but it’s nothing compared to the Big Apple.

  Eventually the dinner began to come to a close, and we stopped being able to make any more excuses as to why we should stay. We had desert, coffee, then another coffee, and the staff were starting to close up shop.

  “I guess it’s time for us to go,” I finally said. “Thank you so much for dinner Blake, it was absolutely amazing.”

  “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I had a lot of fun as well.” His hand brushed my shoulder as Blake helped me out of my chair and my legs immediately turned to jelly. How was it possible for a man to have that much of an effect on me?

  “Would you like to go walk along the beach for a while?” Blake asked me, motioning out to the dark ocean. Was it too much to hope for that he didn’t want this date to end either?

  “I’d like that, but please, let me hold on to your phone this time,” I replied, and the laughter that came from Blake that time made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. God, I loved that sound.

  We made our way slowly along the path leading towards the beach. For a while, the only sound was our footsteps against the soft sand, and the waves brushing the shore, their rhythm constant and soothing. Strolling along in comfortable silence, I could feel the
current of electricity running between us. Words were left unsaid, but I had a feeling I wasn’t the only one of us who felt like this. Was I dreaming? What would I do? Should I hit on him? No, of course not, I had long since forgotten how to hit on anyone, and besides, what if he rejected me?

  Of course, in the back of my mind, was Tom. Tom had seemed too good to be true at first, and he turned out to be a monster. I knew all men weren’t like him, I knew he was in the minority, but a part of me still worried that if I got involved with another man, something like that might happen again.

  But what of it? Blake lived in New York, I was from Columbus. He was a high powered business man of some kind, I was a nurse student. We weren’t going to be a long time thing. At the very most this would last the five days I still had on the island. Five days of carefree fun. Five days of letting loose, of letting myself have something with no strings attached. Wouldn’t that be nice?

  I hadn’t realized we’d stopped, but we had. Blake faced me, and as I looked up into his eyes, a shimmering light from one of the lit torches along the beach shining into them, I melted completely. He took a finger and carefully moved a stray hair back behind my ear, and I breathed in audibly at the light touch of his finger against my skin. Ripples of pleasure ran through me. I wanted more.

  I closed my eyes and parted my lips slightly, hoping against all hope that Blake would get the hint.

  He did.

  His soft lips pressed against mine, and I leaned into him as he kissed me. I kissed him back, gently, carefully, a little bit tentative. I hadn’t done this in so long, I was a little bit nervous. Taking my hips in his hands, Blake pulled me towards him and kissed me harder, his tongue slipping into my mouth, exploring me, discovering me.

  Was this really happening? Was I really doing this? I wasn’t a one-night-stand sort of girl. Not that I was a prude, I was just careful. And had a lot going on in my life, not a lot of time for men. But here I was, making out with the hottest guy ever on a beach in the Cayman Islands. Did life get better than this?

  I could feel my panties getting moist, my body heating up in a way it hadn’t done in a long time. Maybe even ever? I had never gotten this aroused from just making out with someone.

  “Oh God, Julia, we can’t do this here,” Blake suddenly muttered in my ear. “Come with me,” he replied, taking me gently by the wrist. Together we ran, giggling, like a couple of horny teenagers towards the path. Before I knew it, Blake was fumbling with the key to his villa, and he pulled me inside.

  The minute we were in, we were all over each other once more. I kicked off my sandals into a corner, and Blake turned and pressed me against the wall of his villa, grabbing my wrists, one in each hand, and pinning them gently above my head.

  With anyone else, I would have freaked out. But somehow, it felt right with Blake. It didn’t feel threatening, it didn’t feel angry, it just felt… nice. I had no control now, but I also didn’t want any. He kissed me again, his mouth pressing against mine, his body against mine as well. I began to feel his hardness pressing against my hip, and I moaned with pleasure as his tongue explored me. God, I felt like I needed to come, and we hadn’t even passed first base yet.

  Suddenly, Blake released my arms. His hands found the zipper at the side of my dress, and he slowly, ever so slowly began to slide it down the side of my body towards my hips. Even such an act, something I had done myself a million times without the slightest hint of eroticism, sent my body into overdrive. Tingles raced through my body, the excitement drove me crazy as Blake let my new dress fall to the floor, revealing my breasts to him. Now all I wore was my panties.

  “I’m going to make you come like you’ve never come before,” Blake whispered softly into my ear as his hands ran up my now almost-naked body, and I trembled with anticipation.

  “Oh God,” was all I managed to reply, a breathless answer as my body was desperate for more.

  Blake moved back to admire my breasts for a minute. Suddenly, he picked me up as easily as if I were a bag of groceries, hoisted me over his shoulder, and moved towards the bedroom. I squealed with surprised as he grabbed me, but it was more exciting than anything. Lowering me gently onto the bed, Blake grabbed one of his ties from the bedside table. Gently wrapping one end around my wrists, he tied the other end to the headboard.

  I moved around slightly, but it was obvious: I was tied up here, for Blake to do what he wanted with me. And I loved it.

  His gazed roamed around my body, I could feel his eyes on my naked breasts, and my desire only grew. I could feel my panties getting more and more moist, and I wished he’d take them off completely. Sitting on the bed next to me, Blake took a finger and began to trace large circles around my breasts, bringing them in slowly, ever so slowly towards my nipples.

  When he reached the first nipple, he squeezed it gently. It hurt, but not too much, and the pleasure that came with it was well worth the pain. I let out a little cry, but the instant I did he moved his hot mouth onto that same nipple, and the pain was instantly gone, replaced with the hot heat of his mouth that felt so good.

  “You like that, don’t you?” Blake whispered softly to me, and I could only nod. “Good girl, I knew you were naughty,” he replied. His dirty talk drove me insane.

  “Oh God, Blake, please,” I started to bed.

  “Please what,” he teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

  He was going to make me say it, wasn’t he?

  “Please take me,” I replied, hoping that would be enough.

  “I’m afraid I need more detail than that, I don’t know what you mean,” Blake replied again, a smile on his face as his finger traced up and down my body. He toyed with the fabric of my panties for a minute, making me wriggle involuntarily under his touch. God, I wanted him. And I wanted him now.

  “I want you to fuck me!” I finally cried out, desperate. Blake smiled.

  “Well, since you asked…” he told me, and reached down to my panties.

  With his fingers lightly grazing my skin, he pulled the thin fabric down my legs and dropped it on the floor, leaving me completely exposed to him.

  Blake took two fingers and slid them slowly up my inner thighs. I gasped, the pleasure just almost too much to handle.

  “Oh my God,” I whispered as he found the folds of my most sensitive areas, his fingers already coated in my juices.

  “My, my, you do want me to fuck you, you’re like a furnace down there,” he told me coyly as I writhed under his touch.

  “Yes, oh yes, I do,” I replied breathlessly. I didn’t know how much longer I could take this. I wanted nothing more than to reach down, tear off all his clothes and force him inside of me, but with my hands tied to the bedhead with one of his ties, that was impossible. I just had to wait for him to take his time, for him to take my body at his own pace. The problem was, I didn’t want to wait.

  Suddenly, Blake slipped two fingers deep inside of me. I gasped at the intrusion, as my body adjusted to fit him in. It had been so long since I’d been intimate with a man, even two fingers was slightly uncomfortable. The discomfort quickly turned to pleasure, however, as Blake began to slide those fingers in and out of me. I leaned back and closed my eyes, enjoying the sensations of pleasure spreading through my body, radiating through me from my sex.

  “That feels amazing,” I exclaimed as my hands grabbed the tie holding them in place, needing to clutch onto something. It wasn’t long before it all became too much for my body to handle. With a cry of pleasure, the strongest orgasm I’d ever experienced ripped through my body.

  I cried out in pleasure as wave after wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure washed over me, each ripple bringing me higher and higher for those few seconds of bliss before I finally came back down to earth.

  Blake slid his fingers out of me, but already I could feel those familiar sensations building up inside of me. I wanted more, I wanted him.

  Staring greedily at Blake, I watched as he stood up in the middle of the room and pulled
off his shirt. His chest, so muscular, heaved with anticipation. I could see the bulge in his pants, and I knew he was as ready for this as I was.

  He took off his pants, then his briefs, revealing his hard, thick shaft. I bit my lip, a little bit nervous, but also desperate to have him inside of me. Blake slipped on a condom, climbed on top of me, rubbed his shaft in my juices, then pressed it against my opening.

  I gasped slightly as he entered me for the first time. It was uncomfortable for a moment as the walls of my sex adjusted to his size, but he took his time, and after a minute or so I closed my eyes as he began to thrust in and out of me in a calm, perfect rhythm.

  Starting off slowly drove me insane.

  “Faster, oh please Blake, faster,” I started to beg after a minute.

  “I’m in charge here, Julia, you’d better learn that,” Blake whispered softly into my ear, which only turned me on more. He was in charge, there was nothing I could do to make him go faster with my hands tied up, and that only made it more erotic.

  However, a couple minutes later Blake did pick up the pace, and I quickly began to feel that same pressure, like my entire body was about to boil over. My blood was like lava, boiling in my veins. Finally, I came a second time, even more powerfully than the first, if that was even possible.

  There was nothing like the pleasure of orgasm, and a couple of minutes later Blake came while still inside of me as well.

  We lay there like that, with him on top of me, his shaft still inside of me, listening to the sounds of our breathing, our bodies now connected in a whole new way. Then, he got up, untied my hands, and went into the bathroom to clean up a bit.

  A couple minutes later we were in his bed, with me nestled in his arms, both of us silently enjoying that post-orgasmic bliss. This was heaven, perfection.

  Finally, as I slowly started coming out of the spell, I realized what I’d just done. I’d just had sex with a complete and total stranger, someone I had never met before. This wasn’t the sort of thing I did. I wasn’t this kind of girl. And on top of that, it was kinky sex! I had never done anything like that before, and as much as I didn’t want to, I had to admit to myself that I did enjoy it.