by Cerys du Lys
"It's just room service," he said. "I'll only be a moment."
I wanted to scream at him, and possibly yell at the man at the door to go away and leave us alone, but I was still naked in the bed and if I made too much of a fuss I thought the room service man might get nervous and poke his head in a little too far and see me. I didn't want him to see me, I wanted Asher to see me. And Asher didn't want to see me, he wanted to answer the door for whatever room service he'd ordered.
I listened from the bedroom, but I couldn't hear much. Some exchange of words, a hasty thank you, and then the door closed and Asher wheeled in a cart of some sort. On top of the cart was a platter, and on the platter was an assortment of fruits, with a fondue bowl in a wire holder in the center, and a lit tealight candle beneath the bowl. Asher pushed the cart to the side of the bed, untied his robe and shrugged it off, then hopped back between my legs.
"In," I said. "Please?"
As if this were nothing, not even batting an eye, Asher positioned his hard erection towards my slick folds and pushed inside of me. Not slow this time, but steady, moving back where he belonged.
"Mmmmhh," I uttered.
"Tell me if this is too hot," Asher said.
He tested it first, dipping his finger into the melted chocolate in the fondue bowl, then, satisfied, dragged his fingertip from between my breasts to my chin to my lips. I licked the chocolate from his finger, sucking and teasing at it, trying to tempt him to stop these games and ravish me.
"It tastes good," I said. "Not too hot, but a little. I can feel it, but it cools down quickly."
Asher nodded. Going back for more, he swirled his finger into the liquid chocolate, then picked it up and plopped it onto my nipple. With long, gentle strokes from his tongue, he lapped up his chocolate treat. I arched my back. The flash of heat on my nipple, then the subsequent twirl of his tongue cleaning it up sent spasms through my body. To make it worse, Asher angled his lower body in such a way that he could grind against my pelvis and torment my clit at the same time.
Then, more. Picking up the fondue bowl, he lifted it above my chest and dribbled it onto my breasts. Hotter coming straight from the source, the molten chocolate dripped onto my body and flowed across my sensuous curves. It formed a river between my breasts. Part of it snaked its way towards my neck, forming a pool at the bottom of my throat. The rest of the chocolate drifted down my stomach towards the center of my body. Myriad little streams of gooey delight cascaded along the side of my body, while most of the remainder settled into my belly button. A very small amount continued on, stretching across the hood of my clit, to my labia, to the base of Asher's cock.
Wherever the chocolate touched, it felt like the warmth of a kiss across my body, but without the pressure of lips behind it. Tiny, swift kisses, moving, liquid, over my soft skin, tempting me. Asher replaced the fondue bowl onto its stand. He pulled out of me, then thrust back in. Out and in again, then out and in once more. I felt it, intensified, and wanted him to continue, to smear chocolate all over my body and kiss me and make love to me.
He only thrust into me three times, though.
"Asher," I screamed. "My God! I'm going to die if you don't stop doing this!"
He stared at me, blinking, and laughed. "You're going to die if I don't give in and bring you to climax?" he asked.
When he said it like that, it sounded dumb, but yes, yes, I was. And I told him that. "Yes. I think so."
"Fine," he said. Leaning in close, he gave me a peck on the lips, then gazed into my eyes. "It's time, right?" he asked.
For a baby, he meant. It wasn't like we ever stopped having sex, but today and these few upcoming days fit my monthly schedule for becoming pregnant. Asher said he didn't want to plan it out and have sex because of a requirement, but I didn't expect him to tease me to the point of wanting him to make love to me multiple times over, either. I kind of liked the latter idea, though. If—was this the beginning? The thought churned in my mind, We made love this morning before we left, and then he'd teased me all the while on our tour of the petrified forest nearby. It was his suggestion to come back to the room for a light snack, too. We had a hike planned for later, but after that the rest of our day was free.
That must be it, I decided. He wanted to torment me into desiring him so badly that I gave in to him and allowed him to make love to me so much that we couldn't help but plant a seed for the future. Not that he needed to do the tormenting, nor did my desire really ever wane, but Asher had a horribly twisted idea of fun in these regards.
He licked my nose, snapping me out of my daydream.
"Ew!" I said, laughing. I squirmed, entirely meaning to. "Yes," I added. "It's time."
"One more question, then," he said. "Will you think about it? If you want, you can write in my office and when I have free time we can go to lunch together. Or do book reviews, if you'd like. I'll help you find a paper for a column. I'll do anything you need me to. I just want you to be happy. I don't want you to do it as a job, I want you to do it because you love it. I want to help you find your passion, because you've helped me find mine. I feel so alive now, Jessika, so much more than I ever was. I..."
I stared lovingly into his eyes at his admission. Asher was never guarded with me, but sometimes I knew he didn't know what to say or how to say it. I understood because I felt the same way at times. The two of us, together, was something that neither of us would ever fully be able to understand. We would try, though.
"Will you marry me?" he blurted out.
I laughed. "Asher, you already asked me that before we left for this trip. I said yes."
"I know." He grinned. "I wanted to ask again."
"I will," I said; he looked at me for a moment, confused. "I'd like to write, I mean. I think... I think that would be nice, you know? I did some writing in college and I enjoyed it, but it always seemed like a long shot, you know? Like, maybe doing book reviews would be better, and I know you can't make much money from that, but..."
As I talked to him, opened myself more to him, he slipped his cock out of me and then back in. Slow and steady, smooth, nodding to me and urging me on. Not just three thrusts this time, but more. I knew he wouldn't stop again.
"I..." I bit my lip, split between focusing on our bodies coming together and telling him my true feelings. "Reading seems safer, and book reviews are kind of like writing and reading together~oh!"
Asher picked up the pace. He reached beneath me and grabbed my butt, lifting me in the air slightly. When he thrust into me, he brushed inside of me at a new angle, distracting me even further.
"I love you," I said. "I love you, Asher. I'm just, I'm scared. What if I'm not good enough? I don't know how to do it."
"I'll be here," he said. "You can only do your best, but I'll be here to help you if you need it. I'll always be here for you, Jessika."
No more talk now. Everything we needed to say we said. It helped that Asher had teased me so much that I really couldn't take too much more of his temptation. I wasn't about to die like I'd said, but I was swiftly coming towards climax.
Asher thrust into me and I strained against my bindings. The silk rope around my ankles dug into my skin, soft and determined. My thighs and calves flexed and my knees found a spot by his waist to press in and pull him closer to me. Asher pressed tight against me, chest to chest, the chocolate mess mixing with our love and sweat and smelling amazing. He kissed me hard, not holding back any longer. I tried to pull my hands away from the rope around my wrists, to hold him tight, but they didn't budge.
I squirmed—oh, I squirmed! For Asher, for me. He pounded into me, hard, close, rough. I convulsed around his cock, my orgasm a constant, heady pulse thrashing through my body. He was fast, faster now, but I could still feel every part of him in me, every flex and pull. He kissed me and devoured the chocolate from the curve of my neck.
"Inside me," I said. "Please. I need you so much."
I twisted and writhed. Asher went over the edge. He forced himself deep in
side of me before he came, and I felt the warmth and thickness of his fertile seed rushing into me. We were one, together. We were going to be married, we were going to have children. I would be there for Asher, always, and he would be there for me. I loved him so very much, and the pleasure soaring through me, sending me high up and making me feel delirious and dizzy, was only a small part of that.
He stayed inside of me even after he finished. It felt like so much more this time, like he'd tapped into a previously reserved portion of his male potency and let it all out just for me, just for this. The bed was probably a mess underneath us, covered in chocolate and his cream and my arousal, but I doubted either of us cared.
"We should take a shower," I said, giggling and grinning at him.
"What are you laughing about?" he asked. He laughed, too.
"You can't keep me tied up in the shower," I said, "and I'm thinking of what I want to do with you there."
"Are you?" he asked, coy, lifting one brow.
I nodded.
"Let's untie you then," he said. "I want to see how creative you can be. It's good practice for writing, isn't it?"
"Mmh," I muttered. "Yes. Maybe."
I smiled at him, watching him with the utmost affection, while he untied the rope around my wrists. As he did it, he never once moved so as to remove his manhood from inside of me.
"I love you," I said, kissing his cheek as he worked at one of the knots.
"I love you, too," he said. He paused for a moment to kiss me. "I don't know if we're going to make it into the shower."
I could feel him coming back to life inside me. "That's alright," I said.
A Note from Cerys
The end!
Writing this story was a lot different for me. It began as a serialized series, with each chapter being somewhat standalone, and I honestly didn't really know what I was doing when I started. What I mean by that is that I usually don't write contemporary romance, though I do enjoy BDSM themes.
I never expected this to be so long, but the story sort of got away from me. I really enjoy when that happens, and it's actually my preferred way of writing. I tend to let the characters do their own thing, and give them specific points they need to reach along the way. Sort of like a road map, you know? Sometimes they take the back roads, or other times they go speeding down the highway, but eventually they reach their destination.
I kind of expected this to be the end, but I loved this idea, and this world, and these characters. I tend to do that a lot, too. I'll get really into writing about some specific characters, and then I won't want to stop.
Anyways! Saying that, I started more. The Billionaire's Paradigm is the sequel to The Billionaire's Ultimatum series. I started it as a serialized version, also, because it means I can write more, faster, and make people happy by giving them the story as it goes. Everything is somewhat standalone in that you don't need to read the rest, but it's not a bad idea to read the entire thing in order, you know?
The Billionaire's Paradigm will also be available in trade paperback and a full-length novel e-book later in 2013, so if you liked this book, I'd really suggest keeping an eye out for that. As of now, the entire series is finished and available to buy individually if you want, too. You can get updates about future stories on my website if you want, and you can sign up for my newsletter to get even more. I've got a lot to offer, so I hope you'll check it out!
It is a different type of story, with some new characters, but Jessika and Asher and Jeremy make some appearances, too. I think Elise Tanner and Lucent Storme are just as interesting in their own ways, and different in a lot of ways, too.
I do have more stories, too. Most are available as e-books, though I'm trying to branch out into audiobooks and more print books, too. For me, 2013 is going to be a very exciting year, and I hope you'll stick with me to see all of the plans I have.
I'm always so grateful and surprised at the amount of people who read and enjoy my books, so I want to take a moment to thank you for reading this, too! It took a lot of time and effort and I put a little part of me into this, so I hope it shows. I hope you loved the characters as much as me, and I really hope you enjoyed the book. If you did, I love reading comments, and it helps me a lot of you'd rate and review this online, and tell your friends, and all of those fun things.
I'm an indie author, without a huge corporation backing me, so I end up doing almost all of this myself. It's a lot of fun, but it's harder in a lot of ways, too. I rely on readers like you, and I think we have a closer relationship because of that. I'm always around and willing to listen to story comments, questions, or ideas, and I hope you'll help me out by sticking with me and supporting me, too. My email is [email protected] if you ever want to send me a message. I enjoy hearing from people!
Thanks so much for reading this. Bye for now!
~Cerys
Sample (Sequel)
Please enjoy this sample from the sequel to this novel, "His Absolute Obsession," the first in the Billionaire's Paradigm series, by Cerys du Lys
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Snow fell in fluffy white flakes outside, covering the empty streets in a heavy winter frosting. I stood inside behind the library's counter, warm, staring at it. It was a Friday afternoon and the library was almost entirely empty. No one wanted to go out during the storm, and honestly I couldn't blame them. I didn't want to go out in the storm either, but this was my job and...
And almost everyone else had called out sick. The weather reports claimed a record-breaking seventy-eight inches and the news anchors kept going on and on about how this hadn't happened since 1921 in Silver Lake, Colorado. Apparently back then they received seventy-six inches in twenty four hours.
And on, and on, and on. Numbers. Forever.
I liked the news as much as the next person, but didn't they always exaggerate the weather? It was hard to tell sometimes. When they called for rain, it didn't rain. Sun begot rain, and snow became a wintry mix, and nothing ever truly turned out like it was supposed to.
That's what I thought, anyways. Staring at the snow now, I reconsidered my opinion.
"Hey, Elise?"
I turned, eyes glazed from watching the snow fall. "Yes, Margaret?"
"Do you mind if I take off early... I mean, it's just you and me, you know? And there's no one here. Even Rob didn't come in, so..."
I shrugged. "I guess. Sure. I won't say anything."
"Maybe you should leave, too?" she added. "I doubt anyone's going to show up. It's getting kind of bad out there."
I worked in the library every weekday after my college courses, but those were canceled for today. Usually my shifts ended at nine in the evening. Currently it was four o' clock.
"I can't," I said. "Someone has to close down, right?"
Margaret looked at me and sighed. "You're always like this, you know? I don't understand it. I know you like libraries, but aren't you taking the call of duty too far? Even Rob didn't come in and he runs the place."
I laughed. "His daughter just had a baby! He took the whole week off. Otherwise I bet he would've come in no matter what."
"Maybe..." She didn't sound convinced. "Just be careful, alright? It's getting pretty bad out there."
"I can see that," I said, staring pointedly out a window again. "I'm sure it'll stop soon."
"Yeah, you're probably right." Margaret grabbed her coat and hat and gloves from a cubby behind the library counter and bundled herself up. "Well, ta-ta, Miss Tanner!"
"Pip-pip, cheerio," I said in reply, grinning. Neither of us was English, and I doubted English people even said half the things we said to one another, but it sounded fancy sometimes. Or different, at least.
Margaret opened the door to the library, sending the bell above it a tinkling fit. A rush of harsh wind blew inside, bringing a gust of snow with it, and she hurried through it and shut the door hard behind her. I watched her leave, gazing off into the winter wonderland long after I lost sight of her.
And now what? I wa
s alone in the library in the middle of a supposedly record-breaking snowstorm.
I brought up the weather on the library com-puter and scanned through the forecast. Seventy-eight inches, running through until late tomorrow afternoon. Except now it was even worse, apparently. The snow might stop, but another blizzard was headed this way and could keep the city blanketed in white for another day or two after.
Unfortunately, as a little ticker scrolling across the monitor's screen stated, it was unlikely we'd beat out the "one storm" record of one-hundred-eighty-nine inches that happened during 1959 in Shasta Ski Bowl, California. Oh, yes, I thought, how unfortunate. Were they serious?
Seventy-eight seemed like plenty to me.
I checked my e-mail while I was at it. Nothing. Nothing. Spam. And an invitation to a Snowed-In party from the local sorority. They wanted to formally invite everyone to their sorority house during the storm for a party. If the power went out, they had plenty of food and beverages to last for the weekend, plus candles, blankets, and more. Plus, it said, with so many people in one place, it'd be easy to find a cuddle partner to keep warm. Or more.
More. Yes. Ugh!
I groaned thinking about it. Why did most college people have this mindset? Granted, I was older than most of my classmates, and going for my MFA, but still. Yes, let's just all act like it's the end of the world, wait for the power to go out, and find some thinly veiled excuse to fuck someone's brains out.
Ick.
I disliked all of this. I just wanted to go to class, finish my coursework, get my degree and...
And then what? I didn't know. What use was a MFA in Creative Writing with a specialization in fiction? I could write, and I did write, but sometimes it seemed so hard. How did anyone get their foot in the door? Do I just... write? I'd taken some classes discussing this exact thing, sort of, but they left me more baffled than before. Quite a feat, too, considering I had exceptional grades so far. But I digress...
I should do my homework, that's what I should do. Except I decided to check YouTube quickly, because who would stop me? Rob hated people using the computers for personal use, but Rob wasn't here, and no one else was here, and no one needed the computers for non-personal use, so...
