The Billionaire's Ultimatum: His Absolute Need (A BDSM Erotic Romance Novel) (Book One)

by Cerys du Lys

  Asher would confront Beatrice and Solomon and tell them he knew everything. It would all—Oh!

  I felt something—a delightful something—warm and urgent in the core of my body. A whisper of breath teased against the bare skin between my thighs. I was sure I'd put on pajamas before going to bed, but apparently I'd lost them sometime in the night. Or was this a dream, too?

  I'd asked Asher to make love to me, but he said no. We'd kissed for hours and I kept reaching for his hard cock trapped behind his pajama pants, but he just smirked and eventually moved my hand away. One quick stroke, then two, but he unwrapped my fingers from around my prize and went back to kissing me.

  I remember growing more frantic near the end. I tried to stuff my hand in his pants and pull out what was mine, straddle atop him and convince him with my moist feminine wiles at the center of my body, but he denied me. He lifted me off him like I was nothing more than a pet and placed me on my back on the bed and lay atop me and... was he going to? Yes, finally? But, no, he'd trapped me beneath his body and kissed me and while I loved every single moment of it, I'd wanted more.

  I opened my eyes, groggy, squirming when something licked lightly at my feminine folds. Looking down, finding myself open and available with the blankets completely gone, I saw Asher with his head between my thighs. His tongue, light and delicate, lapped at my sex.

  I was too worked up to put up with his gentleness. I moved my hands to grab his head and pull him up atop me so he could claim my body properly, but...

  Why wouldn't my hands move?

  Asher grinned at me as I struggled against my bindings. In a panic I glanced towards my wrists. While I slept he must have moved my arms up and above my head and tied me to one of the rungs of the headboard with a silken shirt. Nothing too sturdy, and if I really tried I could probably rip it into pieces and free myself, but it would take some effort. Effort that I didn't have at the moment since I was still in somewhat of a daze from having just woken up.

  "Asher," I whined.

  "Shh," he said.

  "Ple~ase?" I asked. I wasn't even sure what I was asking for, but I'd know it when he did it.

  His tongue licked along my labia, flittering back and forth, moistening either side of both my lower lips. I gasped and struggled with the bonds, hoping to slip my hands free and escape this erotic torture.

  "If you're good," Asher said, pausing to caress his tongue from the bottom of my slit up to my clit, lingering, "I'll give you what you want."

  "I think I was good last night!" I said, exasperated and horny.

  He laughed. "What do you mean you were good? You wouldn't stop trying to make me have sex with you."

  "You want to do it, too!"

  "That's besides the point. I can be patient. There's no need to rush things."

  He went back to the task at hand, slowly teasing his tongue across my slick folds. He lapped up my arousal, tasting it with the tip of his tongue. This was worse than yesterday when he'd fingered me and told me to relax and chastised me for writhing and bucking my hips against his hand. This was...

  His tongue flicked against my clit, hard and fast but gone so soon, like a gentle tap from the end of a whip. I wanted to scream, but instead I tried to remain calm and "good," as he said. Relatively, anyways, but I still couldn't help but struggle against the silken shirt binding me to the headboard.

  "How long?" I asked.

  "Hm?" he said, looking up at me.

  "How long do I have to be good before you'll stop this?"

  "Oh, you want me to stop? If you really do, I'll go downstairs and make breakfast. I can bring it up to you when I'm done. I can't untie you, though, because I'd rather you didn't masturbate while I'm gone. Not right now, at least."

  He said it so simply, so matter-of-factly. I couldn't let this happen!

  "No!" I shook my head, fast. "No, no. I don't want you to leave or stop, but I want you. Inside me. I..."

  "Say it," he said.

  "Asher..." I whimpered.

  "We're both adults here, Jessika. If you want something, you need to let me know."

  It made sense, and yet... I remembered Beatrice the other day, and the conversation I overheard while she talked with Solomon on the phone. Their dirty, raunchy sex talk, and... ugh, the thoughts of it. And yet... this was different, too.

  I sighed. Slow, deliberate, I said, "I want your long, hard cock deep inside..."

  "Yes?" he asked, prompting me further.

  "Deep..." I hesitated, but Asher goaded me further with a compelling lick from his tongue. "I want your long, hard cock deep inside my pussy," I said, embarrassed, rushing the words out in one hasty breath.

  "Sixty seconds," he said. "If you remain calm and still for one minute, I'll do everything you want."

  "I want to be on top," I said quickly.

  Asher lifted one brow, smirking. "Alright. Deal."

  I endured. Asher licked at my folds, languorous and with no real goal in mind. He liked to tease me, it seemed, and watch me squirm, but, oh no, I wouldn't give him the joy of it. I counted down the seconds in my head, being generous with my estimation.

  He circled his tongue around my clit, then just barely teased at the hood and the center of my pleasure spot. I bit my lower lip, focusing on the the numbers and counting and praying that the slightest twitch from my leg didn't count against me.

  Halfway to my goal, Asher grew more frantic. Not much, nothing over the top, but he licked in longer strokes, flattening his tongue and touching more of me all at once. This was cheating or something, and I wanted to yell that out to him, but then what? He'd make me start all over again, probably! Argh.

  With ten seconds left, Asher abandoned his initial plan. He kept his tongue on me, tempting me, but he added two fingers. Probing inside me, slow at first but picking up speed, he played with me like some fascinating toy. My God, if he just let me, I'd happily let him wind me up and watch me bounce around the room(or on top of him, as it were), but I doubted he'd accept that offer so easily.

  Five seconds. Deeper. Three seconds. His fingertips tweaked at my g-spot. One second. He never relented and was one-hundred percent trying to make me lose this game.

  Except now it was over. "I won!" I shrieked. At that same moment, Asher must have decided the exact same thing.

  This time he didn't tease me, but was full-on coaxing me to orgasm. In my desperate attempt at staving off my pleasure, I didn't realize how pent up I was. Or, I'd realized it, but I really really needed to forget about it and play his game or I knew he'd keep teasing me forever. But, now? Oh, no, I'd won alright.

  I thrashed on the bed against Asher's mouth. He had a smug, annoyingly attractive look on his face, like he thought he'd won this game instead of me. Maybe in a way he had, or perhaps we both did. I didn't quite care at the moment.

  My pulse quickened and my breath came out in sharp, shallow gasps. I pleaded with him and begged him not to stop, or to untie me, or wait no, if he stopped to untie me that was...

  My back arched as the first wave of pleasure slammed into my body. Asher never stopped, continued licking at my sex, and whenever he flicked his tongue against my oversensitive clit, I reeled in shock. My inner walls clenched against his fingers, trying to suck his hand inside of me, but he kept his motions firm and insistent upon my rugged, inner pleasure point.

  During my orgasm, squeezing my hands into fists and unintentionally pulling against my bindings, I ripped the silken shirt in two and freed myself from the headboard. Enough, not enough. Oh God.

  Not even knowing what came over me, I grabbed Asher's face and pulled him away from my crotch. He looked surprised, but impressed. In a frenzy, I pushed at him and told him to get on his back, to... why did he have pajama pants on still? I pulled them off, delighted when his hard cock popped free in front of me. Asher watched me, smiling, and I shimmied atop him and centered myself over his erection.

  I moved down, fit myself onto the head of his cock, and then pushed hard against it, tak
ing all of him inside of me in one go. Everything beyond that was a mess of sensation, sweaty and sticky and pure, unadulterated bliss.

  ...

  I lay on top of Asher, panting. He was panting, too. He finished inside of me, but I didn't want to get off him, so I kept him in me while the aftereffects of our sexual romp settled inside me. I felt so glorious and glowing and like this was the way everyone should wake up every day. Oh my God, I was physically tired, but now completely awake.

  "You're rough," Asher said, smiling. "I shouldn't have used such a flimsy shirt."

  "I liked that," I said. "I mean, I was kind of annoyed, but... I liked that."

  "I never meant to upset you," he said, "but..."

  "If you do that again I'm going to have sex with you in your sleep," I said, defiant.

  He laughed. "Promise?"

  "I love you," I said all of a sudden. I don't know why, but it felt right.

  "I love you, too," he said.

  Leaning up to kiss me, just a quick one at first, he decided it best to do it properly and pulled me down into it. I went willingly. Maybe I'd quenched my carnal desire(for the time being), but I still wanted him so badly. To be with him, to be near him, talking, touching, small, inconsequential things, nothing important, not all the time. Just him and I and everything, all of ourselves.

  "We need to get up," Asher said. "I need to find out if Beatrice is here. She wasn't last night, which probably made everything a little easier, but we can't put this off. I don't know exactly what's going to happen, but it needs to happen today."

  "Alright," I said, nodding. "I'll help. I'll do whatever I can, Asher."

  "I know," he said. "Thank you. I really do appreciate it."

  He went to take a shower, leaving me to languish in bed. I watched him strip off his shirt through the open bathroom door. I hadn't bothered with that article of clothing when I'd freed myself from the headboard since it hadn't seemed necessary to my goal. Seeing Asher strip the rest of his pajamas off right in front of me, then walk over to the bathtub and turn the shower on was oddly erotic, though. Maybe he had a good point with patience and relaxing, because if I'd removed his clothes entirely I wouldn't have gotten to see this show.

  After testing the water with his hand, Asher stepped into the steaming shower. Not all the way, though, not entirely. Before he closed the door he looked at me. Something in his eyes, a glimmer of admiration. He crooked his finger, beckoning for me to join him. I watched him disappear behind the frosted glass of the shower door.

  Scrambling out of bed, I bounded towards the bathroom, slipped out of my pajama tanktop just like he had, and pulled open the shower door. I jumped inside, into his arms. He smiled at me and held me close to him while hot water from the showerhead streamed across our bodies.

  "Glad you could make it," Asher whispered into my ear, kissing my earlobe.

  "I missed you," I said, giving him a silly smile.

  "Because I was so far away?" he asked.

  I nodded twice. "Mhm!"

  He ran his hands across my body, letting water cup between my skin and his palms, and then sluiced it over me. I tried to do the same, but he stopped me. "Not yet," he said.

  I nodded and stood and let him wash me. He grabbed a bottle of body wash from a shelf off to the side and squirted some into his hand. Lathering it between his palms, he gathered a good amount of bubbles and then slid the soapy foam across my body. He coaxed me to lift my chin and coated my neck with soap, then down my shoulders and my arms, between each of my fingers. He washed me, focusing on my chest. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, letting out a moan when he squeezed my breasts in his hands and toyed with my nipples.

  My breasts were apparently very dirty, so he spent a lot of time there. Before I could moan again, he pressed his mouth to mine and kissed me. The sound went from my throat into his, reverberating between us. I laughed.

  "Asher!" I said, regaining some composure. "We're showering! You said we have things to do."

  "I did, didn't I?" he said, coy.

  His hands roamed lower, across my stomach. He pressed a finger into my belly button and tickled my side with his other hand.

  "Stop it!" I laughed and playfully slapped at him.

  Then, without warning, he pulled me closer. Spinning me around so my back was against his chest, latching his lips onto my neck, warm water from the shower spraying against my breasts and my stomach, he held me tight. All semblance of washing left us, with only the soap remaining to remind us of what we were supposed to be doing.

  Asher slipped his hand between my thighs and rubbed at my clit. I staggered, but he stepped back and braced us against the rear of the shower so neither of us would fall.

  "Just once more," he said. "Please. I know we have important things to do, but just once more?"

  I nodded. "It won't take a lot," I said. "I'm really horny today. I don't know why."

  He didn't reply, just sucked on my neck. His teeth bit lightly into my soft skin and his fingers pressed and stroked against my clit.

  "Like that," I said. "Just like that. Don't stop."

  He didn't, never. I closed my eyes and thought about him and what we'd just done on the bed, what we were doing now. Leaning my head back, I relaxed and let him take me. It was probably the shortest build up to orgasm I'd ever experienced.

  The familiar feelings of climax bubbled up inside me and then burst out. I tensed, unfamiliar with the sensation of doing this while standing. "Now," I said. "Now, don't stop, please. Just, just lighter. Softer."

  He softened, but remained insistent, his fingers brushing against my clit. He held me up with his other hand and squeezed my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers.

  "You're so beautiful," he said. "I love watching you like this."

  "I want to, too. I..."

  I was at a loss for words, swept up in pleasure. The rippling echoes of my climax shivered through me, delightful and sweet. When they lessened, calmed to a faint swell, I loosened Asher's hands from me and slipped away from him. Getting to my knees, resting on the slippery floor of the tub, I gazed up at him, lovingly.

  He never said a word, only looked down at me and smiled. He looked so sweet and caring and I wanted to kiss him, but I stopped myself. We were in a rush and I needed to make this quick, and after today maybe we could spend all the time we wanted adoring each other, but...

  Better not to think about that since I wasn't sure what would happen. I knew what was going on right now and that was it. Later, I hoped for a lot of things, but right now I had Asher and that was enough.

  His manhood greeted me, jutting out from between his legs. I scooted forward and wrapped my hand around his shaft and stroked him. With the water helping me, my hand slid up and down his length easily. Asher watched me, eyes glazed and halfway shut and his mouth agape.

  I stopped for a second and reached up, fumbling for the bottle of body wash. Asher didn't say anything, didn't complain. I squirted a little of the soap into my palm and mixed it between both hands, then grabbed his cock once more. This time, with the slipperiness of the soap, my hand glided across his shaft in quick, smooth motions.

  "My God," he said after the first few strokes. "That feels amazing."

  I was in control now. Asher was mine and mine alone. I relished the thought and quickened my hand movements.

  "Cum for me," I said. "I want you to. All over my chest."

  "Jessika!" Asher said, a gasp, shocked.

  I laughed. "You told me to tell you what I want before, so I'm telling you."

  "Keep... keep going," he said. "A little faster. If you keep that up it won't take long."

  I stroked him with one hand and, in a fit of erotic genius, grabbed his balls in my other hand. I squeezed them and rolled them between my fingers, urging him towards climax. Asher didn't disappoint me, either. He tensed and his cock swelled and three sticky, white jets of cum shot onto my neck and breasts. I laughed, watching him, and slowed my strokes. When he finished,
I ran my fingers over my chest and played with his cream.

  "My God, you're insatiable," he said. "That was amazing."

  I got up and smiled at him and pressed hard against him. "I love you." I tried to remain serious, but it didn't last for long before I giggled.

  He laughed along with me. "You just wanted to get my mess all over my chest, too, didn't you?"

  I backed up and admired my work. Asher's sticky climax was spread fairly equally between his pecs and my breasts. "Well, we're in the shower so it's easy to clean off."

  "Alright, alright. Let's actually clean up now," he said. "No more funny business."

  "You started it," I said, poking my tongue out at him.

  "Yes," he said. "Well, yes. And I'm alright with that."

  "Me, too."

  ...

  Asher stood at the stove watching the pancakes while I diced up fruit and mixed smoothies in the blender. We were waiting for Jeremy to come by so we could all eat breakfast together. They texted each other a lot for simple things like this. It was kind of weird and something I'd need to get used to. It made sense in a way, since it was faster than trying to track each other down through the entire mansion grounds, but it still seemed a little different to me.

  When Jeremy arrived, he came in without knocking; no need to, really. He smiled and thanked me when I handed him a cool glass filled to the brim with my strawberry banana smoothie concoction. Asher doled out the pancakes onto three plates, we topped them with more strawberries and whipped cream, then we all sat around the dinette table, munching.

  "So," Jeremy said in between pancake bites. "Beatrice left earlier. I'm not sure exactly when. She's not a huge fan of me, so I couldn't just stick around her without being obvious. She left a note with her maid, though. Said to give it to you if you asked about her. It's Saturday, so I figure she figured you wouldn't be working and might ask around for her."

  Asher nodded. "We usually have lunch together when she's home on the weekends. That makes sense."

  "What does the note say?" I asked.

  "Ha! That's the funny part. It says she's going out to find a book. A present for you, in thanks for what you're doing. She suggested Asher take you out to lunch instead of her, since she'll just grab something on her own. It's actually very casual. Kind of strange for her." Jeremy shrugged.