Desperate Domination (Bought by the Billionaire #3)

by Lili Valente

  She obeyed, spreading her thighs as wide as she could with her ankles tied together, sending a rush of need surging through him so fierce it made his head spin. By the time the world stopped reeling, his cock was at her entrance and he was shoving into Hannah’s pussy, spearing through her swollen walls, feeling her inner muscles clench around him as he sank into her all the way to the hilt.

  “I’m going to make you come,” he said, bringing his fingers around to tease her clit as he began to thrust in and out. “And when I feel you go, and my cock is slick with your heat, I’m going to take your ass.”

  Hannah’s breath hitched, but she didn’t speak. She only squirmed beneath him, welcoming the flicks of his fingers between her legs.

  “You aren’t to speak until you’re given permission, except to say your safe word,” he continued, the thought of fucking her in a way no man ever had making his balls ache and his erection swell even thicker. “If I hear your safe word before you come, I’ll stop and untie you. If I don’t, I’m going to fuck your ass. You’ll take every inch of me, even if it hurts.”

  Her breath rushed out, but she didn’t speak. The only response was a gush of heat around his cock that made him ride her harder, fighting the urge to come. She made him want to lose control like no woman ever had.

  Which made rising to the challenge of topping her that much more intoxicating.

  “You’re almost there,” he said, fingers flying back and forth across her clit as her inner walls tightened around him. “I want you to tell me when you come. I want you to scream my name and tell me you’re coming.”

  She whimpered, her hips undulating wildly as she sought what she needed to go and he plunged into her again and again, until her pussy was a vice squeezing his cock in two and he knew he could only hold on a few more seconds.

  He was about to lose it when she arched beneath him and cried out—

  “Jackson, I’m coming!”

  With a groan, he pulled out. Smoothing the slickness from her pussy up to her second hole with shaking hands, he got her as wet as he could before giving in to the need screaming through his veins. Fitting his aching cock to her ass he pushed slowly inside until his plump head popped through the tight outer ring into where she was even tighter. So tight he was afraid he was going to hurt her if he tried to move.

  “Breathe, Hannah.” He groaned, fingers digging into the flesh of her hips as he forced himself to hold still, giving her body time to adjust. “Breathe and relax.”

  “It burns, sir,” she said, her breath coming faster.

  “That’s because you’re fighting me,” he said, teasing her with the shallowest of thrusts as he ran one hand back and forth across the small of her back, urging her to let go of the tension tightening her lower body. “Stop fighting and let me in. Just breathe and let me in.”

  “I don’t know if I can,” she whispered, her thighs trembling.

  “Then use your safe word,” he said as he slid a centimeter deeper. “That’s what it’s for.”

  “No, sir,” she said, her breath rushing out. “I don’t want to give up. I want to take you there. I want all of you.”

  “Then we’ll go slow.” He reached down, freeing her wrists from the cloth before guiding her onto her side and lying down behind her. “You should be able to relax in this position. Let go, relax every muscle, one by one.”

  He ran a hand up and down the side of her body, from her ribs to the curve of her hip and down to her thigh. “Start with your jaw. Let it go, let the tension melt and disappear. Now focus on your neck, feel the places where you’re tight and give the muscles permission to stop working.”

  As he talked his way down her body, urging her to relax, muscle by muscle, he smoothed his palm down her stomach and between her legs, finding her clit and applying the barest pressure.

  By the time he reached her middle and lower back, she was relaxed enough to allow him to glide into her another two inches. By the time he reached her thighs and knees, her breath was coming faster and his cock was almost all the way in. By the time he talked her ankles and arches into a state of softness, she was mewling softly low in her throat and arching her hips, giving him permission to move.

  He slid out and back in again, burying his face in the sweet skin at the back of her neck as he fought for control. “God, I love fucking this ass, Hannah. My ass. Only mine.”

  “Yours,” she echoed. “And you’re mine and you’re not leaving.”

  “You’re not giving the orders right now, sunshine,” he said, punctuating his words with a sharper thrust of his hips, making her yip in surprise. “Your only job is to take me inside you and don’t come again until I tell you it’s time.”

  “Yes, sir,” she said, spreading her thighs slightly, giving his fingers more room to move.

  He welcomed the distraction from how insanely good it felt to be driving in and out of her tightness. He played through her slick folds, teasing her aroused flesh, coaxing her back to the breaking point as he gradually picked up speed. He held on until she was arching into him, her breath coming in frenzied little gasps, and he knew he wouldn’t last more than a few seconds.

  “Now, baby,” he groaned as the dam began to break. “Come for me, sweetness. Now. Now!”

  Hannah cried out, coating his hand with fresh wetness as he began to pulse inside her and the world turned upside down the way it always did when he was with her. She fucked the soul from his body, the sense from his head, and left him wanting nothing but more of her. All of her. He wanted to devour her, possess her, and fuck her until she couldn’t remember that she’d ever been with any man but him.

  Even more frightening, he wanted to stay with her, and forget all the reasons he would never be good enough or gentle enough or man enough for this woman who had given him the greatest gift any person could give: the gift of her entire self, body and soul.

  “Sorry,” she whispered, pressing his hand to her chest, where her heart thudded heavily against her ribs. “I’m still learning the rules.”

  “It’s all right,” he said, his own heart still racing. “But in the future, once we start to play, you follow orders, you don’t give them. Save the bossing me around for after I’ve finished fucking you the way I need to fuck you.”

  “Okay.” She was silent for a moment before she added in a softer voice, “Does that mean you’re going to stay?”

  He pressed a kiss to the place where her neck became her finely muscled shoulder. She was stronger than her sister in every way, mentally, physically, and emotionally. If there was ever a woman who could survive him, it was Hannah, but he didn’t want her to simply survive.

  “I want better for you than this. Than me,” he confessed, finding it easier to tell the hard truth when she was facing away from him. “I don’t know how to love anymore. Maybe I never did. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone, but I want to possess you, consume you. It’s not the same thing.”

  “I like being possessed and consumed,” she said, her fingers playing through the hair on the back of his arm. “If that’s all you can give, I’ll take it.”

  “It isn’t enough. Eventually, you’ll want more.”

  “Maybe I will, maybe I won’t,” she said, glancing over her shoulder. “But neither of us will ever know what we want, or how good this could have been if you run away.”

  He propped up on one arm, staring down into her blue eyes. “How much of yourself are you willing to give up, Hannah? How much are you going to let me take before you draw the line?”

  She smiled, seeming sincerely amused by the question. “You don’t take anything from me, Jackson. You give me so much. I’ve never felt more beautiful or powerful or special than I do when I’m with you.”

  He blinked, surprised though he supposed he shouldn’t be. The deeper the game and the more intense the power exchange, the more the lines began to blur. He was the Dominant in their relationship, but only because Hannah was brave enough to abandon control. Power was a two-
way street. The more she gave him, the more he was indebted to her and the more she owned him every bit as much as he owned her.

  “But I would like some clothes to keep in my room and permission to call my aunt and check in on her,” she continued, granting him respite from his heavy thoughts. “And I’d like to know that I don’t have to worry about you running away again. At least for a little while.”

  He lifted his hand, running his knuckles down her cheek to the tip of her chin. “Ten days.”

  Her eyebrows lifted. “Ten days until…”

  “I’ll stay ten days,” he said. “At the end of that time I reserve the right to renegotiate.”

  Her lips quirked, but her eyes remained serious. “All right. Ten days sounds fair. Any thoughts on clothes and phone calls?”

  “I have clothes for you,” he said. “You can have them when we get back to the house and you can call your aunt whenever you wish. There’s a phone in the kitchen and in my bedroom, where you’re welcome anytime.”

  “That sounds nice.” Hannah sighed happily. “I like being welcome in your bedroom.”

  “You’re welcome anywhere in the house,” he said. “The business portion of our relationship has concluded. From now on, consider yourself my guest.”

  She wrinkled her nose. “That sounds awfully formal.”

  “My friend, then,” he amended softly. “With benefits.”

  She smiled. “And rules? Can we make a list of those? I’d like to avoid making any more newbie mistakes if I can manage it.”

  “No rules outside the bedroom. I’m not a full-time Dominant,” he added, smoothing a hand down her thigh. “I like control when we’re naked. The rest of the time, you’re free to do as you please.”

  “Free to boss you around?” she teased.

  “You can try,” he said with a gentle swat on her butt cheek. “But I’m nearly as pig-headed as you are. Expect to have your work cut out for you, sunshine.”

  “I’m not afraid of hard work,” she said, pressing a kiss to his chest that melted something deep inside of him. “But I would like a shower before any more bossing around. The events of this morning have left me feeling adventurous, but also—”

  “Like you had a cock up your ass?”

  She laughed as a flush crept across her cheeks. “Yes, Jackson. Exactly like that. How did you know?”

  “I have a sixth sense when it comes to your body,” he said with a wink. “Are you sore? I’ve got ibuprofen in my suitcase. I can have Adam fetch it before we get back into the car.”

  She shook her head, her smile fading. “No, I’m not. You were very gentle and patient, the way I knew you would be.”

  “Smug doesn’t look good on you,” he lied.

  Lying next to him with her skin dewy from making love and her eyes glowing, she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. And she was his, at least for the next ten days.

  He knew he should be ashamed of himself for weakening, but he couldn’t seem to feel anything but relief. It wasn’t until he had given himself permission to stay that he’d realized how miserable he’d been to leave her.

  “Then I’ll try to keep the smug to a minimum,” she said, brow furrowing. “How about smug on Saturdays until noon and every other Tuesday?”

  He leaned down, capturing her lips for a long, slow kiss because she was simply too cute to resist. “Get dressed,” he whispered against her mouth. “I’ll tell Adam there’s been a change of plans.”

  “All right,” she said, then added in a soft voice. “Thank you for staying.”

  “Hopefully you’ll still be thanking me in ten days,” he said as he stood, adjusting his pants.

  “I hope that too,” she said. “Very much.”

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Hannah

  Back at the house, Jackson put Adam to work alerting the staff to the change of plans while they retreated to their separate bedrooms to clean up. Hannah was disappointed that Jackson didn’t consider joining her in the large shower in her room, but she didn’t show it.

  He’d come a long way in a single morning, but he was still far from embracing their new relationship with open arms. She wasn’t surprised when he elected to keep his distance for a little while and when it was Eva, not Jackson, who brought a small stack of clothes with the tags still attached to her room after she emerged from her shower.

  As she spread the dresses and sports clothes out onto the bed, Hannah tried to catch Eva’s eye—wondering if she’d spoken to her son and if she too was working for Hannah’s father—but the cook kept her gaze on the floor and retreated as soon as Hannah assured her that she had everything she needed. Dismissing the mystery of Dominic and her family’s enemies from her mind for the time being, Hannah slipped into a black and white striped, two-piece bathing suit that made her look like a 1940s pin-up and a semi-sheer black gauze cover-up with embroidery on both sleeves and went in search of breakfast.

  It felt strange to leave her room without permission and even stranger to pad barefoot around the empty kitchen, opening drawers and cupboards and otherwise making herself at home. But by the time the oatmeal was simmering on the stovetop and she’d chopped up fruit and almonds for topping, she was beginning to relax. Giving the bubbling pot one last check to make sure the heat wasn’t too high, she crossed to the phone on the counter.

  A few seconds later, Sybil’s voice crackled to life on the other end of the line. “The Mahana Guesthouse. How may I help you?”

  “It’s me, Syb,” Hannah said, her throat tight with emotion. It felt like ages since she’d heard Sybil’s voice and so much had happened since she’d said goodbye, none of which she could tell Sybil about. “The phone was installed this morning so I wanted to call and check in.”

  “Hannah! Sweetheart, it’s so good to hear from you.” Sybil’s smile was practically audible, and Hannah could imagine the way her aunt’s kind eyes were crinkling with pleasure. “I know you said you might not be able to call, but I was still worried. Are you enjoying the job? Is the family nice?”

  “Yes, I am, and yes, the family is very nice,” she said, only feeling the faintest twinge of guilt as the lie slipped from her lips.

  She’d told her aunt that she was going to be working as a nanny for a wealthy family while they spent a month decorating their new home on a private island. It had seemed like the kindest choice at the time—if Sybil knew her niece had sold her body to save their home she would be devastated—and it seemed the best choice now. At least until she and Jackson decided that their relationship was going to last for longer than the next ten days.

  “So when do I see you?” Sybil asked. “Are you still staying the entire month?”

  “Actually, the remodel is going better than expected. I might only be another ten days. I’ll let you know when the plans are firm,” Hannah said. “So tell me all the news. Have you been able to find anyone to start on the repairs?”

  “I have,” Sybil said. “Hiro’s been an amazing help. We found a father and son team to work on framing the new cottages and I got a bid from the roofers on the other side of the island that’s half what our old company quoted. Hiro says they do extraordinary work.”

  “That’s great. I’m glad he’s been there to help out,” Hannah said, stomach souring at the way her aunt’s voice caressed the pearl farmer’s name. Before Hannah had learned that Hiro had been Jackson’s spy, she’d encouraged her aunt to think about something more than friendship with the man, but now…

  “Just be careful, okay,” she added. “Hiro seems great, but we really don’t know him that well. Sometimes there are ulterior motives with these kinds of deals, and the trusting third party loses out in the end.”

  “Oh, I doubt it, Hannah,” Sybil said before adding in a softer voice. “And I know Hiro much better than I did. We’ve been seeing each other. Romantically.”

  Hannah winced as her fears were confirmed. “Really? And it’s been…good?”

  “It’s been wonderful,” Sybil
gushed. “He’s such a gentleman and so kind and thoughtful. You were right. I should have given him a chance a long time ago.”

  “That’s great, Syb,” Hannah said, grateful for the hiss of the stove as the oatmeal pot threatened to overflow. “I’m about to burn the kids’ breakfast, so I’ve got to go, but I’ll call soon. Take care of yourself, okay?”

  “You too, darling,” Sybil said. “And call me soon.”

  Hannah promised to call tomorrow and hung up the phone. She reached the oatmeal pot in time to rescue it from bubbling over and stood scowling at the stove, wishing she’d said something more pointed to her aunt.

  She’d promised not to tell Jackson about Dominic, but she hadn’t promised to keep secrets from her aunt. Still, there was a chance that Jackson had tapped the phone. It seemed a little paranoid, but he was a criminal used to watching his back and a control freak to boot.

  And that’s the man you want to live happily ever after with, Hannah. A criminal who you can bet wouldn’t like learning that you’re keeping secrets from him.

  Especially a secret like a man in his employ secretly working for someone else.

  “You should have asked Eva to make that for you.”

  Being careful to keep her thoughts from showing on her face, Hannah looked up to see Jackson standing in the doorway to the kitchen.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Hannah

  God, he was beautiful, sexier than any man she’d ever met or imagined. In gray suit pants and a white linen shirt that emphasized the bronze of his skin, he looked more like a businessman than a criminal, not to mention good enough to eat.

  She smiled, refusing to let stress of any kind ruin their first semi-normal day together. “No, I shouldn’t have. I’m perfectly capable of making oatmeal on my own.”

  “I’m sure you are.” He moved to stand on the other side of the island, facing her across the stove. “But I don’t want you to have to do anything that makes you frown.”