The Billionaire's Wife: The Complete Collection (A BDSM Erotic Romance Novel)

by Cassidy, Chloe

  “Mmmph” I hear Gideon tut in disapproval as he slips his cock out of my mouth completely, running it down my chin, between my breasts and finally stopping as he presses against the soft skin of my stomach.

  “Fuck, Gideon! I don’t think I can take much more of this!” I can almost hear the smile on his face as he answers me.

  “It’s all about discipline, Melissa and so help me, we will teach you some discipline. With a mouth and a body like yours, you need to learn discipline.” I wrinkle my forehead in surprise and feel my red satin panties slide to the left of my face and on to the bed, although I keep my eyes closed. He registers my puzzlement and still pressing his aching dick in to my stomach, rocking ever so slightly in short motions he explains. “I need a girl who does what she’s told, Melissa. But…I also need this…” As he says ‘this’ he slides his pelvis down and slips the tip of his cock inside me before burying it to the hilt. “Ahh, fuck. I need this!” He rocks himself harder and I hear just how wet he has made me as each time he rocks I suck him in deeper.

  “Ahhhh,” my breath comes in fast pants as he fucks me deep, hard, unrelenting as he drives himself hard inside me. He brings his mouth to my ear and his voice comes breathlessly.

  “Cum for me, Melissa. Cum around my cock, milk me hard and let me make you mine.” His words in combination with his rhythmic rocking push me over the edge and I feel every muscle in my body tense. I grip the sheets of the bed and raise my pelvis to meet him as he drives deep before stilling and letting out a loud cry. I feel my body start falling, and opening my eyes I see his face inches from mine, his mouth open and his forehead furrowed. “Mmmmm”, he shoots the first of a series of short blasts inside me, I feel the warmth of his cum melting inside me and the timed throbbing as his cock empties within me. As he marks me as his, the feeling of each throb intensifies my orgasm and I can’t help letting out a scream of my own before my body falls in to a series of spasms.

  His heavy body falls on top of me, his still throbbing cock remains inside my twitching pussy and his head rises and falls with each rapid breath I take.

  “Fuck me…” Gideon lifts his head to look in to my eyes with a kinky smile, “you’re good.” I wonder for a moment whether to take that as a compliment or a testament to his initial thoughts of my bedroom talent. I go for the former and flash him an exhausted smile. I can manage little more than a slow blink and running my tongue over my bottom lip.

  Chapter Eight

  The sunrise is just about the brightest that I’ve ever seen breaking through the floor to ceiling windows and I lay for a moment taking in the view. I wonder if Gideon is still sleeping beside me and part of me wants to turn around and lay my head on his chest, but the other part of me fears that he will be gone. I still myself, quieting my breath, listening for his sleepy and rhythmic breath. Nothing. I reach my hand across the wrinkled sheets, feeling for the warmth of his body. Nothing. Great, another one time fuck with the elusive Gideon Lambert. I flip on to my side, confirming my suspicion. Gideon is, in fact, gone, but resting on his pillow is an envelope decorated with the elaborate scrolled words ‘Read Me.’ I can’t help but think of Alice in Wonderland and wonder if there is another note somewhere that reads ‘Don’t Read Me.’

  Nothing good can come from reading a note left in the place of a missing lover and I decide that it can most definitely wait until I have showered. I swing my legs over the side of his bed and before stepping on to the cold tile floor I down the entire glass of water that was next to my side of the bed. I can’t remember being this thirsty in a while; I suppose that’s what a marathon sex session with a control freak will get you. I let my feet fall to the floor and feel the chilling coldness of the tile sinking in to my skin. I wonder just where he is for a moment before lifting myself up and heading to the bathroom. Every inch of my body aches as though I have run a marathon, only the apex of my thighs aches too, almost bruised. I wouldn’t be surprised to find a bruise, the way he fucked me last night I wouldn’t be surprised to find one big bruise!

  The bathroom is sterile, spotless. It looks like it’s never been used before and I find a pile of clean towels sitting on the countertop. He must have anticipated that I’d want to shower, but I idly wonder if he anticipated that I’d shower before I read the note…perhaps that’s what the note says:

  Melissa, left clean towels in the bathroom, had to run to work. See you later, Gideon

  I contemplate the possibility and run through a million other things the note could say while I let the warm water cascade over my naked body. The problem is that I have absolutely no idea what it could say but the general inclination is to think it’s a Dear John type of letter that reads ‘Thanks for the fuck, just head down to reception after you grab a shower.’ Gideon couldn’t possibly be so heartless though, could he? After telling me how much he had to have me, after telling me I was his ‘good girl.’ The terrible thought enters my head, as I rinse the shampoo from my hair, that he calls every girl that’s ever been in his bed his ‘good girl,’ that he worships each and every one of them. There is no doubt that there’s no shortage of girls lining up to make Gideon Lambert happy.

  There is something masochistic in torturing yourself over the contents of a letter that could quite easily be opened. In my head though, if I don’t open the envelope then I don’t know what he has to say and that means that he can’t possibly be kicking me out. I step out of the shower and wrap the fluffy white towel around me before twisting my hair up in a second towel. I can’t wait anymore, I need to know what the letter says, the possibilities that my head is creating have to be worse than what it actually says.

  I feel butterflies rising in my stomach as I sit on the edge of the bed. I wonder if he is the one who wrote the scrolled lettering on the envelope. Flipping it over I see the calligraphy letters “GL” across the seal of the envelope. The seal reminds me of something almost medieval and taking a moment to steady myself I finally tear open the envelope. Inside I find a relatively thick letter. Unfolding it I see the heading to the “letter” which reads:

  Contract for Employment

  Position: Personal Assistant to Mr. Gideon Lambert

  The sheer length of the contract is intimidating, I’ve never been an avid reader and even in college I only read that which I absolutely had to in order to get by. I much preferred catching the movie versions of the regular reading lists…but somehow I’m thinking there isn’t a movie version of this reading assignment. I look over the front and back of the four page contract for any evidence of actual communication from Gideon, but there is nothing, just the contract itself. The mystery deepens.

  After getting dressed I look around the penthouse, hoping to find Gideon sitting in the living room or on the balcony enjoying a breakfast that he has laid out for the two of us. He is still nowhere to be found. Looking in the fridge I find just a few bottles of water and nothing else and opt instead to head out for coffee and something with a little sustenance. God knows where Gideon is but I’m too hungry to go looking for him.

  I tuck the contract in to my purse making a mental note to look over it when I’m a little more awake and possibly have someone else available to read through the legal jargon that all sounds foreign to me. I feel awkward walking out of the penthouse, I’m reminded of the “walk of shame” Allison has told me about, but this has to be different. Walking out of a penthouse fully clothed most certainly has to be a little different to walking out of a dirty frat house…

  “Excuse me!” I have nearly made it to the front door of the building when I feel small and dainty fingers on my shoulder and turn to find a slender blonde receptionist with her perfectly manicured fingernails resting on my wrinkled blouse.

  “Yes?”

  “Oh, oh gosh I’m so sorry! I thought you were someone else!” She peers a little too hard at my face. “How strange, you look just like her!”

  “Who?”

  “Mrs. Lambert.” I feel an incredible wave of nausea hit me in the stom
ach.

  “Who…who’s that?” She flashes her million dollar smile.

  “Why it’s Gideon Lambert’s wife of course!”

  Chapter Nine

  What kind of man has a wife and fucks a girl on the side? I’ll tell you what kind of man, a man like Gideon Lambert; billionaire extraordinaire. Gideon Lambert, the man I spent the night with last night. Gideon Lambert…Gideon fucking Lambert.

  “I can’t believe he didn’t tell me he was married. I can’t believe I was stupid enough to think that he wasn’t. I mean, handsome billionaire…we’re talking Tony fucking Stark…why would a man like that be single…or at least not have a little black book that approaches the size of the Yellow Pages. And why would a man like that be interested in a girl like me?” I throw myself in to the overstuffed chair and stare hopelessly at Allison.

  “Well…are you looking for a husband?” As always Allison goes for rationalization.

  “No, but I’m not exactly looking for someone else’s husband either.” She thinks about this answer for a minute.

  “Fair enough, but is the sex good?” I think for a moment about last night, about the soft satin panties across my face, about the feel of his mouth on my body.

  “…Yes.”

  “Is the sex great?”

  “Yes.” I don’t hesitate this time.

  “So if the sex is good, he treats you right and you’re not looking to marry the guy what’s the problem?”

  “Umm…he has a WIFE? How is having a wife and sleeping with me treating me right?” Allison might be able to overlook that little problem but there’s no way that I can.

  “Well, have you ever seen her?” I shake my head, no. “Have you seen him wearing a ring?” I shake my head, no again. “Have you talked to him about her?” Again, no. “Well…how do you know she’s not dead?” I shrug.

  “I suppose she could be. I mean that would make sense, especially with how that receptionist looked at me when she thought I was her.”

  “See? Easy answer. Stop trying to make things more complicated than they are. Something good is happening to you so just go with it and just forget all the bullshit.” I nod at her but while I do I can’t help but wonder if perhaps Mrs. Lambert is dead but if Mr. Lambert is the reason why. Oh God, what if I have been sleeping with a billionaire murderer?

  Allison heads in to the kitchen and as I listen to her unloading the dishwasher my mind starts to wander. I think about our last night together, the satin panties over my closed eyes. He’d had plenty of chance to kill me if that was his thing…or is he waiting until he’s tired of me?

  “Missy…” Allison is standing in front of me her head tilted to the side and a pile of dinner plates in her hands.

  “Hmm?”

  “Stop it. I know you’re sitting there thinking all kinds of crazy shit. Stop being such a…well, stop overanalyzing. Just enjoy it for God’s sake; we all need a good fuck for the sake of fucking once in a while.” She’s right. Besides, what are the chances that he actually is a murderer…?

  Chapter Ten

  When I see his name pop up on my cell I don’t want to answer. I’m afraid I’ll give myself away and he’ll know that I’ve been comparing him to the likes of wife murderers throughout history. The more I let it ring though the more I feel like he’s going to know something is wrong and finally just as it’s about to ring off I pick it up.

  “Miss Gainsborough I presume?” I lean backwards on my bed staring at the ceiling.

  “Perhaps…”

  “Well, if it’s not, you sound just like her.”

  “Well it depends who you’re looking for doesn’t it? I mean if you’re looking for the girl you left all alone in your bed this morning then yes, that’s me.” I can’t help it; I had to let him know just how hurt I am.

  “Ouch. A guy has to work you know…”

  “Mmmm, a guy could also have manners enough to say goodbye before he leaves for work.” I look for patterns in the ceiling paint and try so very hard to sound like I don’t care. He’s silent for a few minutes and then asks,

  “Did you get the note I left?” Note? He calls that a note?

  “If by note you mean a job application to be a ‘personal assistant’ then yes, although I would have preferred for it to have been a real note and said ‘gone to work, see yourself out’ because at least then I would have had some clue as to what was going on.” I don’t want to be angry; I don’t want to be the young bit on the side that can’t control her anger at not being picked first.

  “And?” I get the feeling he is deliberately avoiding my objections to his one night stand etiquette.

  “And I haven’t had a chance to look it over yet.”

  “Oh…” He gets quiet for a moment, “do you think you could come to my place tonight?” This single line makes me feel like a cheap booty call and I take offense.

  “No, it’s already getting late and I have a morning shift tomorrow.”

  “Oh…maybe tomorrow then?” I don’t want to say yes but as I contemplate how to decline I hear Allison’s voice in my head ‘what’s the problem?’

  “I guess.”

  “Perfect, think you can make it about noon?” Although it leaves me very little time to get showered and changed after work I agree.

  “Sure. I’ll meet you in the office lobby.” I can’t deny that the opportunity to rub my relationship with Gideon in his bitchy receptionist’s face leaves me feeling more than a little vindicated. Maybe he wants to talk to me about the former Mrs. Lambert? Maybe he wants to ask me to be the next Mrs. Lambert? No, okay, way too soon for that but there has to be a reason other than a booty call that he wants me there so early tomorrow.

  “Sure, I’ll leave my space empty for you, just pull in up front it’s the first space to the right of the valet podium.”

  I contemplate telling Allison about the “date” tomorrow but I already know what her reaction will be, she’ll tell me to go with it and that is exactly what I’ve done. I will meet him in the lobby, give that smug bitch receptionist something to look at and maybe get some answers about just who Mrs. Lambert is…or more to the point, where Mrs. Lambert is.

  Chapter Eleven

  Work has me running late but I manage to pull up in front of Lambert Enterprises just five minutes after I’m supposed to. I pull in to a space marked for Mr. G. Lambert directly at the front of the building next to the valet podium and hurry through the revolving door in time to find Gideon standing at reception and checking his watch against Olivia, the receptionist’s. Seizing the opportunity I walk up beside Gideon and give him a peck on the cheek, he turns both startled and embarrassed.

  “You’re late.” His voice is stern but not angry.

  “Sorry,” I shrug “traffic.” What’s a little white lie? He flashes a smile and places his hand on the small of my back.

  “Well, I’m glad you’re here, late or not.” He spins me around and we head towards the stationary front door. Before we step through the door however, I can’t help but look back and note the look of amazement on Olivia’s face – I flash her the biggest smile I have in my arsenal and turn back to Gideon.

  “Where are we going?” Gideon is pushing me lightly, his hand still on the small of my back as if he’s in a rush.

  “You’ll see.” We step out in to the noon sun and he guides me towards his penthouse building next door. I feel disappointment as the realization that this is likely just another booty call sets in but as this thought crosses my mind Gideon says something almost psychically. “I got you something.”

  “Oh? What is it?” The disappointment vanishes in a second and is quickly replaced by wonder. What the hell did he get me? What sort of things did billionaires get their ‘girls on the side’ anyway?

  “You’ll have to wait and see!” He pushes me through the front door and with a nod to the small Selma Blair lookalike at the front desk he guides me to the elevators. As we step in to the elevator I feel his eyes on me and I remember the last time
we were in this elevator, scrambling to make it up to the penthouse before ripping off each other’s clothes. This time it’s different though, this time the knowledge of Mrs. Lambert leaves me feeling guilty and afraid of being caught. He winks at me and I flash a quick smile back, I want so badly to ask him about his wife but I just can’t bring myself to do it. How do I even bring up the subject of him having a wife? ‘Hey I know we had a really great time the other night but the receptionist downstairs told me you have a wife…’ Something tells me that conversation wouldn’t go down well at all.