Billionaires On Holiday: An Alpha Billionaire Christmas Romance

by Dane, Cynthia

  She also knew that he was a handsome key player in his family’s business. She would be impressed that he wasn’t even thirty yet, but the same could almost be said about Ethan, who was self-made, not an heir like Ian. So, my boyfriend is better already. Or at least more impressive. If Jasmine was going to play the evo psych game, then that was way more important.

  So he was handsome. He was a Dom. And he was successful in business to the point nobody questioned the nepotism that helped him get to success. Oh, and he was handsome. And funny. And handsome. I guess I think he’s handsome.

  When it came to these sexual situations, that’s all Jasmine really cared about anyway. A sharp, distinguished face, good hair, nice, casual clothes, and the confidence to carry himself as a Dom in his private life. I mean, did I mention that the guy bagged a badass Domme?

  “I don’t know what you’re thinking, Jasmine,” Ethan said, dryly. “But whatever you’re thinking is working on this end. Fuck, you’re wet.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “Go deeper with whatever you’re thinking.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “I gave you an order, didn’t I?”

  Yes, he sure did. And Jasmine knew by now that she did not disobey one of her Dom’s orders. If the man told her to fantasize about another man, then that’s what she did!

  She wasn’t sure what she was fantasizing about, exactly. Everything was a giant blur of sex, flirtation, more sex, and the sounds of other people making love in the most hedonistic ways possible. There were many men entering her mind and leaving again. Perhaps a few women, since in these moments Jasmine had a hard time discriminating. They all wanted her. She wanted all of them. No matter what she did, what she said, or where she went in her mind, these other people hunted her down and fucked her.

  Ethan helped her with that in the real world. As soon as he and Jasmine’s hips found a rhythm, he slipped in another finger and fucked her harder.

  “That’s it, my pretty flower,” he growled into her ear. Jasmine opened her eyes enough to see her boyfriend draw his hard cock out of his trousers and stroke it with the full strength of his hand. Oh my God. Ethan’s size grew considerably as he became more aroused. Soon, all Jasmine could think about was him throwing her down on the bed and going at her until he burst. Please. Pleeeaaaase! “Come for me, Jasmine.”

  With permission granted, Jasmine threw herself back into her fantasies, where she was the most desired woman in the world wherever she went. Men couldn’t keep their hands off her. Women were furious that they couldn’t be her – or do her too. Jasmine only had to walk three feet in the halls of James Merange’s mansion and find herself against the wall, a strange man’s cock thrusting inside her until she came.

  It was the stuff of horror in real life. In fantasy land, where boyfriend Ethan finger fucked her, Jasmine was in absolute heaven.

  “Oh…” He was deep within her, both fingers filling her just right as his fingertips thrust into her G-spot. Jasmine slammed her hips down, letting the nipple clamps bite her breasts and the spreader keep her legs apart for Ethan’s touch. This was almost hotter than him having his way with her in the office downstairs. Almost. “Oh!”

  She came. It rolled from her at first, and then she cried in pleasure, her core swallowing Ethan’s fingers and sharing with him everything that marked her as aroused.

  It got on his hands. On her thighs. All over the bed beneath her, and certainly on the spreader bar keeping her legs apart. Ethan stilled his fingers in her, shaking the last of her wetness out before pulling out and whistling at how hot she was.

  “Damn. Thinking about other men really gets you going. You don’t do that often.”

  Jasmine opened her eyes. Ethan’s cock pointed up at her, untouched. What I would give to suck that thing right now. God knew he deserved it after what he made her body do. “I wasn’t thinking about one man…”

  “Oh?” There was a bite to Ethan’s tone.

  “Heaven’s no, sir. I thought about every man I knew taking turns with my pussy.”

  Ethan stepped back, the smile fading from his face. “That so?” He unclasped the spreader bar from her legs, tossing it onto the floor. Jasmine’s legs pushed together, reveling in how good it felt to not be forced apart any longer. “My delicate flower wants to be the town pony, I see.”

  “I have lofty goals, sir.”

  “Uh huh.” Ethan wasn’t playful any longer. He dropped Jasmine from her binds and watched her fall to the bed, the comforter absorbing her fall – although it couldn’t stop the clamps from pinching her nipples even harder. “You might have taken it too far, Jasmine. I’ll have to show who owns you.”

  Good. Jasmine didn’t need reminding,, but she also didn’t mind her boyfriend putting on a show mostly for his sake.

  Ethan finished undressing, letting his trousers hit the floor, his shirt follow suit, and his boxers almost land on Jasmine’s face. Seeing him completely spring free from his clothing made Jasmine antsier for his rough way of loving.

  Except he didn’t take her right there and then. Instead, Ethan tossed himself onto the bed, making Jasmine jump a whole inch, her weightlessness confounded by her bound wrists.

  “Get over here,” Ethan growled. “Put your pussy on my face.”

  That didn’t sound like the kind of thing a Dom looking to teach her a lesson would say. Jasmine wasn’t going to disobey. She was going to pull herself over to her boyfriend, her Dom, her Master. She was going to straddle her sore thighs over his face and lower herself, gasping when he clapped his hands on her hips and brought her clit down onto his lips.

  She was also going to cry out when he slapped her ass as his tongue wrapped around her exposed clit. All right, I see where this is going… Jasmine spread her bound hands on Ethan’s abdomen, feeling his hard muscles, the soft hair leading from his navel to the top of his loins. Ethan wasn’t the hairiest man alive, but he was hairy enough to sate Jasmine’s tastes. She loved feeling her fingers wander through his dark hairs in search of the base of his cock – pushing erect, his tip calling to her mouth.

  “Fuck…” Her hips grinded against Ethan’s mouth, rubbing her clit and opening all over his tongue. His hands squeezed her, pulling her closer to him. She was afraid he was going to suffocate. Whatever, he can handle himself.

  The crystal strings of the nipple clamps draped across Ethan’s stomach as Jasmine slowly leaned forward and parted her lips over the head of her boyfriend’s cock. Precum hit her tongue before she sensed anything else. Even though Ethan shuddered beneath her spread legs, she persisted almost unaware, willing herself to take more of his cock into her mouth and toward her throat. It wasn’t her first time doing the sixty-nine tango with him, but every time she had to reorient herself to taking his cock at a new angle. Especially as it began its descent – or was it ascent, in this case? – down her throat.

  Her hand curled around his base, ring and pinky fingers stroking his sack as her thumb delighted in the softness of his hair. Her mouth worked his shaft, encasing his head until it was time to run her tongue up and down his length. When they started dating almost a year ago, one of Ethan’s favorite things to ask for was Jasmine’s oral services. And boy, did I fine-tune those.

  Yet it was difficult doing it this way. Or should she say… a challenge. Not only did she have to contend with bound wrists, a strange angle, and Ethan constantly on the verge of fucking her throat at full-speed, but there was the matter of her pussy being invaded time and again by Ethan’s thick, experienced tongue. He filled her as easily as his fingers did. Not as deeply, but more than satisfactory. It was even worse when his tongue pushed against her clit, savoring it, clinching it between his lips until Jasmine started crying in exquisite agony.

  When it became too much to bear, she buried her face in his soft hairs, inhaling his scent as her hand jerked his shaft to near-orgasm. Precum covered her hand. I should wait for him to fuck me. But Ethan was a master of ho
lding back his orgasm. Some men could come over and over, but Ethan preferred to hold his opportunities back until the perfect moment. So although he released enough precum to get Jasmine’s hand wet, it wasn’t enough to spill his seed on her too.

  “Come for me, sir,” she muttered. She wanted to feel him all over her skin. She wanted to orgasm the exact moment he did, her watching him spend himself on his cock and thighs. Her hands. Maybe her face if he came hard enough. She imagined her face covered in him. Ethan didn’t do that to her often. It was a bother to clean up, but fuck if it wasn’t hot in the right situations – this definitely counted. “Come on my face!”

  Ethan stopped devouring her pussy long enough to push her hips off him and say, “Fuck that. I’ve got better plans.”

  Thank God. Jasmine thought that over and over as she was shoved off Ethan and pushed into the bed. He rose, pulling Jasmine’s legs over the edge of the bed until her ass nearly hanged off. With his erection the hardest she had seen it in ages, Ethan stalked to their bag, pulled out a few yards of silk rope and returned with only one purpose. Jasmine could see it in his eyes.

  “Sit still and obey,” he said. “If you sit still and take what you deserve, I’ll make sure you get the satisfaction you want. Understand?”

  Jasmine nodded. Fuck yes.

  Ethan bent her knees and pulled them up. The silk rope wound around her ankles, tight, keeping them far apart and her pussy fully exposed to her Dom. Oh, shit. Arousal eased out of her, anticipation on the verge of killing her if Ethan didn’t save her soon. Jasmine clutched her bound hands to her chest – or at least until Ethan tore her bindings apart, wrapped her arms beneath her hips, and retied the binds. I can’t move!

  “Look at you. Such a sexual creature, whether you intend to be or not.” The way Ethan spoke nearly stole the breath from Jasmine. And yet her chest rapidly fell up and down, the crystals spreading across her skin as if she were a valuable gift meant to be nothing more than an elaborate, expensive sex toy. Yes! Once Jasmine hit that headspace, there was no stopping her. She would get down on her knees and beg for anything… assuming she could move at all.

  She sucked in her lips and whimpered, “Are you going to fuck me, sir?”

  His cock looked unbearably hard in his grip. Ethan stroked it, taunting the both of them. “I will if you promise to think of no one but me while I use you.”

  Use me. Ethan wasn’t even playing. He saw her as nothing but a useful sub right now, and fuck! Jasmine was ready for that kind of fury. This was a man so wound up that he was probably going to hurt her a little. Once upon a time, that would have scared Jasmine, but now she knew she had nothing to fear. Ethan would take good care of her. He would push her to limits she barely knew she had, but he would save her.

  “You’re the only one, sir,” she said, still whimpering. “You’re the only man I want for the rest of my life.”

  She didn’t intend to be so sappy, but how could it be helped? It was those kinds of moments that reminded her of how much she loved him.

  “My sweet flower.” Those hearty growls made Jasmine’s eyes roll back into her head. He pulled apart her nether lips, spreading her opening, teasing it with the head of his cock as it pushed in and out of her. “You’re the only woman I want.”

  He thrust into her.

  Overpowered. That was the only word to describe what Jasmine felt in that moment. This wasn’t her boyfriend entering her for lovemaking – for their mutual pleasure. This was her Dom taking back what was his and driving her to the rim of madness. His intense, determined thrusts not only reached deep into her body, but they shook Jasmine to the point the crystal chains rattled on her skin.

  Her mouth fell open, her breath caught in a torrential storm between her chest and her throat. So caught off guard. So caught off that Jasmine had no idea how to parse the sensations overtaking her body and rebranding her as the property of Ethan Cole.

  It wasn’t just her loins he claimed. It was her abdomen, her breasts, her throat, her cheeks, her mind, her heart, her arms and legs… her soul. From top to bottom she was coerced back into his possession. No longer was Jasmine allowed to wander and lust after other people. No other man could dream of touching her. What Ethan wanted, Ethan took. If he wanted her pussy, fine. He could have it whenever he wanted. But this? This was him reaffirming that every part of Jasmine belonged to him now… and forever.

  Of course, it helped that it felt really fucking good.

  “Do you feel that? Do you feel my cock inside you?” Ethan held himself in her, pushing as far back as he could go while his hands bruised her hips. “Do you know you’re mine now?”

  His voice thundered in the room. Or maybe that was Jasmine’s mere perception as she tried to parse a million sensations at once. “Yes…” she said, meekly. “I feel it…”

  “You feel what?”

  She gasped, the fullness he offered her unrivaled by what anyone else could offer instead. “Your cock, sir.”

  “And you know that you belong to me?”

  “Yes! I belong to you, sir!”

  “You’re mine to do whatever the hell I want to, right?”

  “Yes!” She nearly sobbed, her body shuddering in delight even though she tingled in anguish and anxiety. “Don’t stop!”

  “Oh? You don’t want me to stop?” Ethan’s hands moved up her stomach, snatching the bottom of her breasts and squeezing them until the clamps almost popped off her nipples. “Why’s that? Tell me why you need me right now?”

  Fuck, where to begin?

  Jasmine spat out the first thing to come to her head. “Because I need you to fuck me. With your cock.”

  Ethan snorted. The man was close to climaxing, and yet here he was, taking his time to fuck not just her body, but with her head too. “Is it the only one you want?”

  “Yes! It’s…”

  Apparently Ethan didn’t need more words. Either that or he was so overcome with lust that he couldn’t help but drive back into her, fucking her with such strength that she perpetually cried out and slammed her eyes shut to the blinding lights around her.

  Ethan didn’t need her to say any more words, but that did not mean he stayed silent.

  He called her names. Filthy, nasty names that would piss Jasmine off to hear in any other situation. Yet when Ethan got her so hot and bothered that this was the only cure to her sexual ailments, the last thing Jasmine wanted to be called was something nice. She wanted a long, hard fuck that left her unable to walk the next day. She wanted to be ridden so wet that almost anyone could come up and fuck her, no matter the size of their cock. She wanted to be told that all of this made her nothing more than filthy words that no man called a respectable woman. Because Jasmine wasn’t respectable. She had sex for money for a whole six months. With this man. A man whose first conversation with her was to offer her said money in exchange for said sex.

  In these moments, Jasmine would always feel like his…

  “Oh, shit!” That mere thought made her explode, the core of her body so warm and stimulated that the good feelings spread through her, quickly, claiming every inch of her until she was shuddering out of control beneath Ethan’s body. He continued to fuck her through her orgasm, growling, grunting, and urging her to come harder while she screamed in ecstasy. The clamps took her to new heights. The filthy words falling from Ethan’s lips reminded her of her place as his fucktoy. As soon as she came down from her high, she could go back to being his loving girlfriend. For now, her body only existed to please him.

  Jasmine had never felt as small as when he finally came in her.

  She also had never felt as loved as when Ethan lowered his forehead and touched it to hers, riding out his climax with his eyes gazing deep into hers.

  He said something. Probably a variation of “I love you,” but Jasmine was on another planet, her mind completely focused on the feeling of him filling her with his seed.

  She crashed from her high as quickly a
s she soared to it. One moment she was riding in nirvana, and the next she was back on Earth, exhausted, spent, and oh so used.

  Ethan collapsed onto her, gasping for breath as he stayed inside her. No wonder. Jasmine was so clamped up that there was no way she was letting go of his cock anytime soon. She asked to have her hands untied, and the moment Ethan lazily freed her she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and sighed.

  “That was a lot of screaming,” he mumbled into the comforter. “Is your throat all right?”

  No. It wasn’t. Jasmine would be lucky to speak the next day – let alone walk.

  Ethan eventually pulled out of her, keeping her opening stretched wide with his fingers. He watched her involuntarily lose the seed he had given her, stream after stream of thick cum easing down her ass and landing on another man’s bed. At first, Jasmine was embarrassed. One thing for him to do this on their bed back home. Quite another for it to happen here.

  She smiled, flexing her inner muscles until nearly all of it came out. Ethan smiled, bringing his fingers to his lips and licking himself from his skin. God, that is always so fucking hot. If she weren’t so spent between the legs, she would beg him to fuck her again. There was something about a man confidently tasting his own essence that got her hot again.

  “Well, that was good.” Ethan ripped the binds before collapsing onto the bed next to Jasmine. “I think I’m done for the next three days.”

  “Lies,” she said sleepily. “You’ll be fucking me again tomorrow. Or at least my mouth.”

  “I thought about coming in your throat earlier, but I decided to save it all for the grand finale.”

  “Thank goodness you did. Heaven forbid my pussy not get stuffed with cum.”

  Ethan chuckled. “That would be a tragedy, indeed.”

  Jasmine closed her eyes and rolled against her boyfriend. Just as she was about to doze off, however, she heard that haunting howl and groaned. “I get it now,” Jasmine mumbled. “Oh, Lord, tomorrow is going to be awkward.”