Because He Watches Me (Because He Owns Me, Book Nine) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance)

by Hannah Ford

  “I’m fine, really, sir.”

  “You don’t have to call me sir right now.”

  “But I want to, sir,” she pouted.

  Suddenly Red leaned in and his lips met hers. He was so soft, so gentle that waves of pure happiness rippled through her body. His lips were soft and warm, and his breath smelled of mint and wine.

  He stroked her cheek with one hand as he ever so lightly kissed her lips. “Nicole, my beautiful, sweet, innocent Nicole.” He kissed her again. Looked deeply into her eyes.

  His body was against her and she could feel the strength of him and the heat of him. She wanted him to undress her, she wanted to take his clothes off and feel every part of him touching her.

  But Red took everything slowly. His gentle kisses on her mouth until she could barely resist crying out for more.

  And then his tongue, finally, entering her mouth. She pushed against him urgently, thrusting her hips into his as she took his tongue in her mouth greedily. She wanted him to know that he could have her right now.

  Of course he knew it already. She was as transparent to him as a piece of glass, and he was in no rush. In fact, the more aggressively she tried to egg him on, the slower he went.

  It was a new kind of torture, exquisite in its own way, and just as painful. Her soft mound of flesh between her legs vibrated with pleasure and excitement, wet as wet could be. She spread her legs, hoping he would see the invitation and take it.

  But Red was focused on her face, on her mouth. Kissing her lips, then her eyelids, her cheeks. When he kissed her neck, she moaned.

  As soon as she moaned, he stopped. He began tracing a pattern of some sort near her neckline. Her nipples stiffened, poking through her sleeveless shirt.

  “Do you want me?” he asked.

  “So much, sir,” she whispered. Their eyes met and a shock of recognition pulsed through her.

  He’s my soul mate. I’m meant to be with him.

  “What are you willing to do to have me?” he asked her.

  “Anything, sir. Anything you ask, sir.”

  “I’m a complicated person,” he told her. “You understand that.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He shook his head. “No, no sirs just now. This isn’t a game.” He stroked her hair lightly. “I need you to know that if we get serious with one another…I could cause you a great deal of pain.”

  She smiled. “Isn’t that what you enjoy doing?”

  He didn’t return her smile and she saw he was genuinely upset. “Not that kind of pain,” he replied.

  “How can you know what you’ll do to me before you’ve done it?”

  He smiled ruefully. “Because of my past. And the best way to judge the future is based on past behavior. I’m trying to warn you, Nicole.”

  “I don’t care about your past,” she told him, and now she reached up to stroke his hair. He flinched away.

  “Don’t.”

  “What did I do?”

  “Don’t touch me like that.” He shook his head. “I need to be in control of you at all times,” he said. “I need to make all the decisions in the bedroom.”

  “But why?”

  “I’m not interested in explaining further.”

  She sighed, exasperated with him. “You confuse me. One second you act like you want to open up and talk to me, the next you shut down entirely.”

  He grinned. “You’re getting it.” His hand reached up and stroked her cheek. “You’re quite perceptive.”

  “I don’t get anything. But I know that I want to try.”

  “Even though it’s going to be a disaster?”

  “We’ll get through it together,” she told him.

  He looked stunned. “Together.”

  “Yes, together.”

  “God, you are truly the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispered, and then he was kissing her again. More forcefully this time.

  Her got on top of her, all of his considerable weight pressing down on her, but she didn’t care. She wanted to tear his clothes off, but knew he wouldn’t allow it.

  She could feel his erection through his pants. It was huge. It pressed against her and she did her best to slide her pussy up and down on it without being too obvious. She didn’t want to risk turning him off. But then again, she was going insane with desire.

  Red seemed to be overcome with desire himself. He grasped the top of her shirt and suddenly pulled, ripping it, then pulled again, tearing it off of her. He looked at her breasts. “Your nipples,” he said. “They need sucking.” And then his mouth was on her nipples, softly sucking. Licking. Licking faster. She was so tender, so ready for him.

  She moaned as his sucking became fierce. Soon he was biting her nipples, but just hard enough to make the pleasure that much more intense.

  “Red,” she moaned. “Oh, Red.”

  His hands caressed her stomach and chest. Played with her nipples, torturing her with the pleasure of it. He was a master musician and she was his instrument. Her body was his. “I’m yours,” she told him.

  He sucked her nipples again, and now they were stiff and tender and wet. Just like her clitoris, which buzzed with a fury.

  Red moved off of her, looking down at her heaving breasts. She was in a frenzy. She writhed beneath him, dying for his hands and mouth to be on her once more.

  Slowly, he unbuckled his belt. She watched him with a stunned look on her face. She hadn’t expected this. “Now you unzip me,” he rasped.

  Slowly she reached out and began to unzip him. When she was done, his pants hung open in a flap. She could see black silk boxers underneath. “What now?” she asked.

  “Pull me out and stroke me.”

  God yes. Finally.

  She reached into his boxers gingerly. Her fingers nudged against his hard penis and he gave a little low moan of his own. Emboldened, she encircled the root of him with all of her fingers and tugged his cock out of the hole in his boxers.

  “It’s huge,” she said. And it was. She had only seen two erect penises up close, and they didn’t compare to this one. She didn’t know if those penises had been so small, or this one was so big.

  Whatever the case, Red’s must have been twice the size of the others. Her hand barely fit around it, and when she stroked up the shaft, it was a long motion up and down. His cock was smooth and the head bulbous, arrogant like him, she decided.

  She stroked it almost curiously, as his breathing became ragged. “Yes, like that,” he told her. “Just like that.”

  She watched his penis as her hand moved slowly up and down. When she got to the head, she began doing quicker, smaller motions, focusing on that part alone, which seemed to turn him on. “Does that feel nice?” she asked him.

  “Yes. Now suck it.”

  “You want me to—“

  “Put your mouth on it. And start slowly.” He lay back and allowed her to climb on top of him.

  She didn’t know if she could even fit much of him in her mouth, but she would try her best. His cock was a little slick now from his excitement. When she put her lips on it for the first time, Red cried out.

  She worked the head slowly into her mouth. Her pussy was drenched.

  Red’s hands stroked her hair as she took him deeper into her mouth. His penis was so smooth and it fit her mouth somehow. She liked having it in her mouth, she decided. It was right. More confident now, she started to go down on him with increasing speed. Her tongue swept up and down his shaft and head.

  Danielle had once told her a blowjob tip during some silly drunken conversation they’d had one night at the apartment. “Just pretend his cock is a Tootsie Pop and you’re trying to get to the chewy center.”

  So Nicole took the advice to heart and did what Danielle had suggested. And it seemed to be working, too.

  Just as her mouth and tongue were working fervently and she could sense Red’s urgency increasing along with her head bobbing up and down, he stopped her. “No. Not yet,” he said huskily.

/>   “I want you to cum in my mouth,” she said.

  “I told you, I make the decisions in bed.”

  “Sorry.”

  “Lie on your stomach.”

  She did as he told her. He began kissing her back, from her neck all the way down to the curve of her buttocks. All she had on was the skirt. Now he was lifting the skirt up. His hands began to gently massage her ass, and then he slapped it playfully.

  She moaned. The vibrations were making her want to cum. His slaps grew harder. “You’ve been so bad tonight,” he said. “You still need a spanking, I think.”

  “I do,” she moaned. She wanted the spanking.

  His slaps became rhythmic, first on one side of her butt to the other. Each slap sent shivers of pleasure through her pussy. Her nipples brushed against the soft, silken sheets of the bed.

  And then his face was buried in her underside, his tongue expertly licking her wetness. “You taste sweet and perfect,” he said, as she cried out.

  He was massaging her clit with his hand as he ate her out from behind, sending shockwaves through her writhing body. Juices poured from her, which seemed to make him suck all the more greedily.

  Finally he stood up.

  “I’m going to take you now,” he said.

  “Yes. Take me, Red.”

  Her pussy was sopping wet. She wondered how it would be when his huge cock entered her. But she needn’t have feared. Despite the size, he was very slow and cautious. He stroked the head of it against her lips for quite awhile, taking her to dizzying heights of ecstasy.

  She begged him to go inside but he would not.

  Finally she could take it no more. She stifled an orgasm. And then he slid into her from behind. Red filled her up with his pulsing manhood, at first just pushing the head in and taking it out.

  “You’ve got the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt, Nicole,” he said. “So sweet, so good.”

  “I want your cock pressed all the way in me,” he said. “I want to take all of it.”

  He responded my taking his dick out of her entirely. She turned and looked back over her shoulder. “Why?”

  “You know why.”

  She flopped her head back on the bed. Wanting to scream in anger. Why did he have to be so damned finicky and picky? He had to control every last detail.

  And she wanted to come so badly now.

  He waited a while. Her heartbeat began to slow. She didn’t move or look at him, she just lay there while he stood and watched her.

  Finally he turned her over onto her back again. He grabbed her skirt and pulled it down, past her feet, threw it on the floor. “Open your legs.”

  She opened them. He lowered himself onto her. She grabbed the bottom of his shirt and used it to pull him into her. At first she thought he might object to this, but he didn’t for some reason.

  He was looking directly into her eyes as he penetrated her.

  She felt like she was looking into two deep reflecting pools, and she was falling into them. But she was safe, even as she fell.

  She was sinking into the depths of pleasure, of total sexual bliss.

  His enormity filled her entirely. He moved slowly in and out of her. His body was so strong and he had total control of it, and of her.

  She was going to have a major orgasm.

  He knew it and backed off. Then he began bringing her to climax, but again—stopped before she could finish.

  She was exhausted from it, but in a good way. Totally spent.

  He stared into her eyes. “I love you,” he said. “I knew it from the second you walked into my office that first day.”

  She barely contained her surprise. But then, from out of her lips; “I love you too.”

  He moved into her, his thrusts quickening. She locked her legs around him and squeezed him deeply inside, locking him in as she had the most profound orgasm of her life, or any life she could even imagine.

  He held her as she cried out, kissed her mouth as she moaned into his—his tongue penetrated her as he came with her. She could feel him spasming, feel him emptying himself into her.

  She had another orgasm that swept her away, as if to the sea. She was floating in pure happiness.

  When they were done, he lay with her for a while, stroking her hair and kissing her face. “You are so beautiful.”

  It didn’t last long enough. Soon he was up, buttoning his trousers, straitening and tucking in his shirt, looking like Red Jameson, CEO, again.

  “My shirt’s ruined,” she said, picking up the tattered cloth at her feet.

  “I can remedy that,” he told her, walking to the closet. He opened it. Inside there were hangers of women’s clothing. Some of it was latex. He took a white blouse, held it up to the light and glanced at her. “This should do the trick for now.” He tossed it to her.

  Nicole made a face. “This is another woman’s shirt.”

  “Nobody else has ever worn that.”

  “I don’t want it.”

  “Then you can go home nude.”

  “No, I don’t think so.”

  He buttoned his cuffs. “Don’t test me, Nicole. I’m in no mood.”

  “Neither am I.” She met his gaze.

  He smiled harshly. “Fine.” He went to the trunk and kneeled down, opened it. After some rummaging, he came out with a man’s dress shirt. “How about this?”

  “One of your shirts,” she said.

  He didn’t reply. “You want it or not?”

  “Fine.” She took it, secretly pleased. She wanted a piece of him with her at all times, and this shirt would do. She put it on, feeling the softness of it, buttoning it up. It was huge on her.

  “You want a pair of khakis to go with it?” he said sarcastically.

  “My skirt’s still in one piece. You owe me a new shirt by the way,” she said. “I’m not forgetting that.”

  “Come on,” he said. “We need to get you home.”

  ***

  She arrived home exhausted, and Danielle was up waiting for her. She was furious. “What happened to you?”

  “Danielle, please…” she shuffled past her towards her bedroom. “I just want to take a shower and go to sleep.”

  “Did you get raped or something?”

  “Raped?” Nicole couldn’t help but laugh.

  “Look at your shirt. What happened to the one you left in?”

  Nicole didn’t know how to answer that. “Listen, I appreciate the concern but I’m fine. Really.”

  “That wasn’t some old friend,” Danielle said. “That’s a new guy. Some big shot you met at work, right?”

  “So what if he is?” Nicole spun on her. “I don’t judge you for the guys you sleep with. Justin Bieber and company.”

  Danielle made a face. “I don’t sleep with tons of guys, first of all. Secondly, I don’t scare the wits out of you, disappearing and coming back looking like I just came home from war.”

  “You’re being overly dramatic.”

  “Have you taken a look in the mirror?”

  “I’m sure I look a little messy…”

  “Whoever he is, he doesn’t seem to have much respect for you.”

  “You don’t know a thing about him.”

  “I’ve dated a rich, older man before. When I was a senior in high school. I’d just turned eighteen and—“

  Nicole put a hand up. “Danielle. If I want your advice on romantic relationships, I’ll come ask for it. But I’m tired now and I want to take a shower and go to bed.”

  Danielle’s expression turned stony. “Fine. But maybe I won’t be around next time you happen to need me. I guess you’re showing your true colors, Nic.”

  “I’m sorry if—“

  “Whatever,” Danielle said, spinning on her heel and quickly going to her bedroom.

  The door slammed. Nicole shook her head. This wasn’t what she needed. She felt confused and tired and emotionally drained.

  When she got in the bathroom for her shower, she looked in the mirror.
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br />   Danielle was right. She looked awful.

  ***

  She didn’t get into work until almost nine the next morning. First, she got up late and then the train was delayed for some reason.

  When she arrived, the girl in the next cubicle stood up and peered over. Her eyes were wide. “Mister Jameson was looking for you,” she said in a hushed, awed voice.

  “He was?” Her heart began to instantly race.

  “He said you should go immediately to his office when you arrive. He seemed upset.”

  “Thanks.” She fumbled for her purse and then stopped off to tell Glen she was here.

  He waved her in, blinking furiously. “Nicole, did you just get here?”

  “I’m so sorry. The train—“

  “Red Jameson came down wanting to speak to you. Twice.”

  “Twice?”

  “I told him you came in between seven and seven-thirty. Imagine how foolish I felt when eight forty-five rolls around and you’re still not in, and no phone call.”

  She was mortified. “I’m so sorry, sir.”

  Sir. Now she was doing her submissive thing with Glen Goldman.

  He blinked a few times. “This was highly embarrassing for me,” he told her. “Please don’t let it happen again.”

  “I won’t. I should go, he left a message for me to go to his office when I got in.”

  “Go. Go. I can’t imagine why he wants to see you so urgently…” Glen shook his head, more bewildered than usual.

  She ran down the hall, took the elevator up to Red’s floor. Then she ran to the doors and knocked. The door cracked open and Red saw her. His expression was unwelcoming to say the least. “Please wait here,” he said. “I’ve got something I need to attend to. I should only be a few minutes.”

  And then the door shut.

  The time ticked by. Nicole shuffled, shifted her weight from one foot to the other. God, she was still so tired. Like she’d been drugged. Her eyes were heavy. No chance yet for coffee, and she needed some caffeine badly.

  The time dragged on. She pressed her ear to the door and listened but there was nothing. It didn’t sound like he was in a meeting or anything.

  She checked her cell phone. It was now 9:30. She’d been up here waiting almost half an hour.