The Billion Dollar Contract: The Executive Collection

by Cynthia Dane

Changed by Jackson? Changed by her own accord? Jasmine had questions that she wasn’t sure she wanted the answer to. Instead she lay down on the bed, curling her body around Ethan in an attempt to make those visions go away.

  “I’m sorry if that disturbed you. But I didn’t see the point of hiding it from you.”

  “Surely you must know that she’s unhappy.”

  “How can you be so sure? Anyway, I know that Jackson is into more lifestyle type of things than I am, but as long as she wants it, I don’t say anything. In the beginning it was fun. We met her through another associate. She’s been a lifestyle submissive ever since she was younger. She’s older than you might take her for.”

  “You like that, huh? A real submissive.”

  Ethan smiled a little, but then wiped it away. “I do. But there are limits even I adhere to.”

  “Like scooters?”

  This time he couldn’t help but laugh. “When I hired you, I knew that it wasn’t your lifestyle.”

  “The why did you hire me? You know, you’re a good looking rich single guy. All you had to do was ask me out, and I probably would’ve said yes. Why the acrobats?”

  “Because I wanted you to know up front what kind of man I am.”

  “You mean a selfish pervert who throws money at women to be his sex slave?”

  He didn’t hold back in the kiss he gave her. “Yes. And here you are.”

  Here I am. Falling in love with this pervert.

  And boy did she want him.

  She fell forward into the next kiss, closing her eyes as she let herself fade away into the nothingness that he gave her. Not a blank, shallow nothingness, but a reprieve from her real-life. The one where she lived in almost unsanitary conditions and struggled every month to make ends meet. The one where she was lonely, even though she had friends. Those friends couldn’t fill certain holes in her heart. Not like Ethan could.

  “Ethan?” Her fingers struggled to clutch the fabric of his shirt. “I want to try it. Whatever you like.”

  To her surprise, he almost pulled away from her. “Are you sure?”

  Yes, because I want to know what really goes on in your head before I decide to love you with no remorse. “It’s why you hired me, isn’t it?”

  He studied her, gazing into her eyes. A gaze from which she refused to look away. “Actually, I hired you so I could fuck you in the supply closet. You shut the door on that really quickly though. Thanks.”

  Unexpectedly, Jasmine laughed. It was strange for him to remember that tidbit on the day she walked into his office and made her own terms of the contract. Perhaps she truly had made an impression on him.

  Before her laughter died down, Ethan kissed her, the force of it pushing her deeper into the bed.

  It was tender, but not gentle. Something Jasmine had been waiting for all day but was too cowardly to go after. She wanted him. Wanted him inside her, both physically and emotionally. To have both at the same time would probably break her. I love this man. How deep her love was didn’t matter. Perhaps it was based on infatuation and lust. After all, she barely knew him. But the more of him he showed her, the more she desired him in ways she could barely fathom.

  His scent, his touch, his breath and his eagerness conspired to melt her. Jasmine could cry at how good she felt already. Let alone with Ethan surrounding her from every direction and whispering into her ear that he was going to give her the best she ever had.

  A man with confidence was one thing. A man who could just as easily destroy her as well as change her life was another.

  Ethan slipped off the bed and held her at a distance until she got the clue that she was to stay there. He walked to one of the chairs by the fireplace and sat down, his eyes never leaving her frame.

  “Pleasure yourself. For me.”

  “For me.” He wanted to watch Jasmine, and then do who knew what.

  She pushed herself up on her elbows with disbelief on her face. But Ethan was not looking at her in the same way. He was content, sitting arrogantly in his chair as he waited for Jasmine to get started.

  The thing was, Jasmine wanted to. The idea of him gazing at her as she showed him how she liked to be touched and coddled was as attractive as taking the man himself into her arms. Yet in her head it was all different. She imagined Ethan caressing her, gazing upon her figure fondly and with an eagerness that said he couldn’t wait until it was his time to have a turn at her. That’s the romantic version. A day of falling in love, and now here she was back to seeing that calculating glare within Ethan’s eyes. He may be in casual clothes, but he was still in control.

  “Well?”

  Jasmine looked down at her body and wondered why he would want to watch her touch herself. Well he is a man. But he could have her. Right now. The anticipation was killing Jasmine, and she could barely wait to…

  She could barely wait to show him.

  Even though she felt so small beneath that ruthless stare, Jasmine found the confidence to lift her shirt up, fingers dancing at the edges of her breasts while Ethan smiled. Jerk wanted to shower with me. Originally Jasmine had taken it as a moment of affection, but now she knew that he probably just wanted to see her naked. Well, the feeling was mutual. She lifted up her shirt and grabbed her breasts, absolutely sure that this was the right thing to do.

  “Good.” Ethan rubbed his mouth as if he were forcing back a slew of other words. Dirty words? She was willing to tempt him. “More.”

  Way ahead of you. Jasmine already had her hand over the seams of her shorts, pressing against where her slit would be. She didn’t expect it to make her writhe, and yet here she was, letting out a pitiful moan every time she thought about it.

  “What a tease.” Ethan was fidgeting like a man about to go mad. “Get to it.”

  That bite in his voice riled Jasmine up to the point of no return. She pushed down her shorts until her mound was exposed to Ethan’s famished eyes, and her fingers found her wetness with no effort at all.

  “Oh…” Her body jerked against the bed as she touched herself, her other hand pinching her breast like she would at home, alone. I’ve done it too. Back then she wasn’t proud to think it. But in those first three weeks when Ethan asked nothing of her, Jasmine had spent more than one night in bed by herself thinking of him. Touching myself to those thoughts. Her fantasies were never as good as the reality.

  Before Ethan could demand it, she slid her bottoms off, letting them drop to the floor as her legs spread before him. Ethan watched, attentive, and Jasmine could hear his breaths become heavier even from across the room.

  She stopped as a jolt of pleasure surprised her. “Keep going,” Ethan urged. “Wouldn’t want you to be unprepared for me.”

  Asshole. Yet the thought of him sauntering over and giving it to her made her fingers work harder. She didn’t even look at him now – why bother, when she could stare at the back of her eyelids while appreciating how good her own hand felt?

  That’s why she had no idea Ethan had gotten out of his chair to come over until she opened her eyes again… and saw him standing before her spread legs.

  Jasmine eased back on the intensity as she watched him pull his shirt over his head and let it drop on top of her shorts. He didn’t have to take off his pants for her to see how erect he already was within. Lying there, legs spread open and her hand on her clit, Jasmine damn well knew she was teetering on the edge of insanity.

  “My flower.” Ethan took her dominant hand, wet with her arousal, and brought it up to his mouth. His tongue sucked each of her fingers individually, pushing into the webs of her skin as his bottom lip kissed her palm. The way he did this, as if it were the most erotic thing he ever conceived, made Jasmine hold her breath.

  “You like how that tastes?”

  Her fingers tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Why wouldn’t I?”

  He let her hand drop to the bed as he helped her remove the T-shirt. Naked, Jasmine waited for him to mount her and
take her to that place she had wanted since the car ride that morning.

  Naturally, Ethan had other plans for her.

  His pants came down, revealing his half-erect cock. Urging her to sit still as he climbed onto the bed, Ethan straddled her stomach, hands on her breasts while his erection rested on her bare abdomen.

  “Do you want me to do it?”

  Such rhetorical questions were merely games now. He wanted her to think about it, to consider the options carefully before she answered. And she would always answer correctly. “Yes.” Jasmine lifted her head and her hips in an appeal to get him to slide forward.

  He teased her with his tip, pushing against the underside of her breasts.

  She waited for it. To feel him push between her breasts and use her that way. But instead Ethan pulled back, his hand on his shaft as he sat on his legs and urged Jasmine to sit up.

  Ethan lied down on his bed, letting Jasmine loom over him as he got comfortable against the pillow. “Go on. Take it.”

  “Again?”

  “Did I stutter?”

  Jasmine shook her head, and then lowered it to meet the musk of his body.

  He was always so full in her hand, and he was always firm against her lips. With kisses to his base, then his thigh, then his abdomen, Jasmine gradually loosened up before taking his tip into her mouth.

  “Good girl.” Ethan placed his hand on her rear and let his fingers burrow into her flesh. “Just like you did it in the car today.” His breath was becoming more ragged. “Don’t hold back.”

  Her mouth was full with him, tasting his arousal as he became harder beneath her touch. This is nothing like back in the car. Back then she did it on a whim, because she was so taken in by the moment that she wanted to pleasure him then and there. This was an order. One she gladly obeyed.

  She could tell that he was close already. His grunts were frequent, his hand rough on her ass, and his hips almost uncontrolled as they rose to meet her mouth. He’ll either toss me onto my back or finish himself here. Jasmine didn’t mind either way, as long as she got hers.

  But that was assuming this was a normal round for them. No, she had asked for a different kind of Ethan that night. One who tugged on her hair and said dirty things to her.

  “You’re a natural.” His hand went from nurturing to tight in less than a second as he stroked her cheek “Almost too good.”

  Jasmine faltered, only because she thought that was a character judgment at first. What’s he implying? She let up on her motions, letting her tongue twirl around his tip as her hand loosened around the shaft. The look she sent him was almost defiant. You think I’m like that? Her eyes still locked on his, she grabbed him firmly and lowered her mouth half his length. He pushed against her throat, rubbed against the roof of her mouth, and certainly rolled against her tongue. Ethan was the one who broke their eye contact. Not me. He gave the orders, but she controlled this moment.

  Too much control, apparently, for Ethan said, “You enjoying that?”

  With her mouth full, all Jasmine could do was moan. Short, quiet, but to the point.

  “You’d like something else though, right?”

  Jasmine used her free hand to touch herself, her fingers disappearing into her body as she showed Ethan what she wanted. Now. First she had to make him think it was his idea.

  It worked. He urged her to sit up while he followed suit. He wrapped his hand around the back of her head and kissed her; she wrapped her hand around his cock again. He’s so hard. Jasmine stroked his skin as he moved his lips to her throat. Then she was falling, down against the bed with Ethan Cole moving on top of her.

  He teased her slit with his tip, one hand holding her down by the shoulder while the other curled into a fist beside her head. “Want it, my flower?”

  Jasmine breathed deeply, inhaling his scent in these raw moments before they became one. “Yes.”

  “What was that? Beg for it.”

  She pushed her hips forward, but he jerked his back before her skin could touch his. “I want it.” Although rich with conviction in her head, the words came out in a whisper. “Please.”

  “And what if I don’t?”

  Jasmine closed her eyes. “Then I’ll go mad.”

  “Why?”

  Ethan Cole was a strange man. Here he was, poised to take a woman right where they both wanted it most, and he had to be the only man in the whole world who stopped to ponder why she was aroused. What about him made her so crazy in bed? And why the hell was he asking this now? “Because I… I need you.”

  His hand tenderly stroked her chin. “Like this?” His tip pushed against her folds, but did not enter her. The tease made Jasmine release her pent up breath and want to cry in frustration. Ethan lowered his head and licked the space between her breasts, trailing up one and kissing the tip. The sound coming out of Jasmine’s body as she nearly came undone from this alone was foreign to her ears.

  And to Ethan’s. He grinned at her, lifting himself up and away from her body as his erection continued to taunt her. “Please,” she said again, opening her legs as far as they could go. Can’t you see how much I want you? “Please do it.”

  “Oh, I will.” Ethan picked her up from beneath the knees and rolled her over onto her stomach. Instinctively Jasmine got up on her shins, fingers clutching the top of the bed while she tossed her hair out of her face. “But only if you say it like the spoiled flower you are.”

  Not hard! “Fuck me.”

  His hands were on her ass, pulling her toward him as she gave up her strength and sank down with her face in the bed. The air, as sweet as it was torturous, gave her center more attention than Ethan’s body. “Surely you can say it and still be polite.”

  “Fuck me, Ethan.” Her fingers curled together beneath her chest. Jasmine turned to her right and stared at the fireplace while Ethan rubbed her, the madness spreading through her body. “Please! I need you there… within me…”

  He loomed over her shoulder, hot breath pushing into her face. His tip was positioned just an inch away from her welcoming center, eager to have him enter her, explore her once again. “What do you call me?”

  It melted her, beginning with her heart and then settling in her abdomen like a ticking time bomb. “Sir. Fuck me, sir.”

  “Good girl.” Ethan grabbed either side of her hips and thrust forward.

  Maybe it was because she was so aroused; maybe it was because Ethan was just that good. Either way, he only took that one swift, filling motion to enter her with little friction. Jasmine wailed into the bed, her body relieved to feel his girth within her, but also scared of the possibilities to come. He won’t hurt me. Although his thrusts quickly proved otherwise as he fucked her relentlessly, one hand digging into her side while the other grabbed a chunk of her hair and yanked hard enough to make her pop up back on her hands. It doesn’t hurt… It stung, it pricked, but it didn’t hurt. Quite the opposite. The euphoria spreading through Jasmine’s body wasn’t because this man was rough with her, but because she could feel his passion in the way he moved and sounded when enjoying himself – with her.

  “Oh, shit.” Ethan’s hands passed over her breasts, her stomach, and then latched onto her hips. He held her there and entered her with no remorse, his thrusts matching the quick pace of her breaths as the world began to turn dark behind Jasmine’s eyelids.

  She was on the brink. Wanting to rub herself but trapped with supporting her body so he could have her, Jasmine wished for Ethan to touch her with his fingers, to push her over that edge leading her into carnal paradise.

  Ethan dug his fingers into her, his deep, vibrating groan shaking his flower’s frame. Jasmine barely had time to realize what was happening before she felt Ethan’s warmth fill her, her thrusts continuing to take her but beginning to lose their momentum. No, no… Yet Jasmine held onto the sensations, tightening herself around him as she urged him to spend more inside. Just as she thought it was finished, Ethan pinched
her and thrust once more, the last of him taking control of her core.

  With a heavy sigh Ethan pulled out of her, leaving behind what he had done to her as he sat back and left Jasmine to shudder where she knelt on the bed, her thighs wet but her appetite still not sated. Ethan Cole would be the death of her desire if he continued to tease her like this!

  “Look what you did.” Ethan nipped her flesh with his teeth, his laughter reverberating against her skin. “You made me come much too soon.”

  Jasmine relaxed, her body releasing what Ethan had given her. Wet warmth coursed down the inside of her thigh and wrapped around the front of her leg. Then more. Ethan was particularly ready that night. “I didn’t mean to.”

  “Even so, we must do something about it, shouldn’t we?” His hand smacked her ass, making her quake in shock and arousal alike. I’m embarrassing myself. Her thighs were coated in his release now. “Bad girl. Making me lose control like that.” Now Jasmine fell to her side, pushed over by Ethan’s urgings. He’s so strong. He haunted her personal space, prying her legs open and admiring his handy work between them. “I have control in here. Remember that.”