Bound by the Billionaire (69th St. Bad Boys Book 5)

by Juliana Conners

  “I— I don’t—”

  “Don’t be so shy. You must know what you prefer and what you don’t.”

  “I guess I’m still not sure what I want. Can you teach me?”

  “Are you ready?”

  The way her eyes flashed before she looked down at the floor answered my question before her words did. She was ready for her punishment. And she was going to like it.

  Chapter 5

  Wyatt Palmer

  “For what?” she asked, even though I knew she already knew what I was talking about.

  “Don’t test my patience, sub.”

  A range of emotions flashed through her eyes… anger, disbelief, and finally arousal. She blinked a few times, and her feet shifted towards the door. So, the little mouse wasn’t as brave as she’d first appeared and was getting ready to flee. Shame. I couldn’t say it surprised me, but more than anything, it disappointed me.

  Whoever she belonged to deserved a firm talking to about the risks of allowing an untrained and inexperienced sub loose in the club, especially on a night when most people wore eye masks.

  But, to my amazement, she took a small step toward me, lifted her chin, and said, “I’m ready.”

  Satisfaction at her defiant response filled me.

  “Unless you’d like one more punishment added to the four you already have, undress.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Her voice came out husky and sharp.

  “Sassy little mouse, aren’t you?”

  Reaching out, I traced a finger down her cheek and smiled at the bewildered look in her eyes. She looked as if she’d never submitted to anyone in her life, and I envied the Master who owned her or who would eventually own her.

  “Why are you still dressed?” I demanded to know.

  I stepped back, grinned and waited. She lifted her hands but then hesitated.

  If she’d walked into someone else’s room, she could’ve found herself in a lot of trouble. But I wasn’t in the business of forcing myself on or taking advantage of vulnerable women, especially when they didn’t know what they were getting themselves into.

  “I’m going to ask one more time. Do you know what it means to be in my room?”

  “I understand, Master.”

  “What is it you understand, Mouse?”

  After taking a deep, firm breath, she answered, “I understand you control me in this space and I’m to do as you ask.”

  “Good. What’s your safe word?”

  She smiled at me, her green eyes filling with laughter. “Foliage, Master.”

  I quirked an eyebrow in question. “Care to explain?”

  “Have you ever watched The Office, Master?”

  When the origin of her word choice dawned on me, I laughed. “You’re using Michael and Jan’s safe word. Unlike Jan, I promise to back off if things get too much for you.”

  Her shoulders visibly lowered. She moved her hands to the back of her dress and pulled down the zipper. After stepping out of her dress, she carefully hung it over a chair by the door, taking her time to fold it and smooth out any creases.

  My, my, my. The sight beneath her dress was something else. A black, strapless push-up bra supported luscious, creamy tits and a pair of sheer boy shorts showed off her perfect mound. She had a full, tidy bush, which was something I liked very much.

  I leaned a hip against the end of the bed and admired the view.

  “From where I’m standing, you’re still wearing too many clothes, sub.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Reaching around, she unhooked her bra and sat it in front of her dress. Her tits were magnificent and were the perfect size to fill my hands.

  By the contraction of her dark nipples, I could tell the little mouse was more than turned on. My cock tightened to the point of pain, aching to bury itself between her luscious mounds. But, it would get no relief from this sub’s body, at least not tonight.

  When she went to kick off her heels, I instructed her to keep them on because I liked the shape they gave her legs.

  She wiggled the sheer boy shorts down to her ankles, and when they were off, she placed them on top of her bra. A shiny dampness coated the tops of her inner thighs. Inexperienced but eager was something I could work with.

  Once fully naked apart from her shoes, she stood tall and proud as if daring me to touch her and take her. Dare accepted. I stepped forward and inhaled. The scent of her arousal mixed with delicate vanilla perfume was like the fragrance of fresh blood to a vampire.

  I leaned down and whispered in her ear.

  “Do you want me to bend you over the edge of the bed and fuck you from behind? Are you woman enough to take all of me? Or would you prefer it if I plunged my tongue into the depths of your soaking pussy?”

  A visible shiver ran through her body, and her nipples tightened even more.

  “Should I tie you up or should I cuff you? What should I do to punish you?”

  She stood silently, appearing as if she was barely breathing.

  I strode around to her back and gave a sharp, quick swat to her right ass cheek.

  “Ouch, that stung,” she called out.

  I loved the way I made her voice sound. Helpless, vulnerable, mine for the taking.

  I swatted the other side of her ass, harder than before. “Repeat what you said, but address me correctly.”

  “Ouch,” she said through gritted teeth. “That stung, Master.”

  “Better. I recall asking you a question, sub. What would you have me do?”

  “Spank me,” she said, her words barely a whisper.

  “If I’d known in advance, I would have arranged for the spanking bench, and I could have tied you down. But since we don’t have one, the bed will do,” I told her.

  She nodded, ready to accept whatever arrangements I wanted. My cock twitched again with the desire to take her.

  “Get on your hands and knees on the mattress with knees shoulder-width apart. You’re going to get a discipline spanking, which differs from an erotic one. This will teach you not to be late and how to behave when you walk into my room.”

  Her breathing picked up pace. Teaching her how to submit would be a pleasure. A spreader bar would have been ideal, but since I’d packed my toys and tools for an evening with Vivian, I only had what I had planned to use on her.

  This new girl was a different story. There were things I wanted to do her, to break her in. To claim her, take her, own her.

  She knelt on the bed, and when she didn’t automatically position herself as I’d requested, I smacked the creases on the top of her thighs, and her legs quickly moved apart. From my vantage point not only could I see her glistening pussy and swollen clit, but I could also see the appetizing hang of her tits and nipples.

  “Beautiful, sub.”

  “Thank you, Master.”

  I brushed my fingertips over the crease of her ass, enjoying the shuddering response of her body.

  “Definitely made for spanking.”

  I placed one hand on the hollow of her spine and pressed down. This resulted in her backside rising a few inches.

  Her pussy visibly clenched, and I teased the crack of her backside by running my fingers up and down. Her muscles tensed, and I chuckled.

  “Something you’re interested in?”

  She gave her head a vehement shake. “No, Master.”

  “I think you’re lying to yourself and me.”

  I slid my fingers through her swollen labia, caught her clit between two knuckles and slowly pinched.

  Her shoulders lifted, but I pushed them down and moved my attention to her ass cheeks. My hand came down hard on her left side, and the sound ricocheted around the room. The mouse yelped and jerked forward, but she didn’t ask me to stop.

  The next spank was on her right cheek, and again she cried out. The third spank was under the curve of her left cheek, followed swiftly by a smack to the curve beneath her right cheek. A seasoned sub would have cursed at the pain, but this one
held it all inside. She was stronger than she appeared.

  “Tell me why I punished you, sub.”

  “For being late,” the sound of fury filled her voice. “For not getting undressed and assuming the position. And—”

  “And?”

  “For not addressing you correctly, Master.”

  “Good little mouse.”

  I rubbed my hand over her backside and soothed the flaming skin. This punishment guaranteed she would never walk into someone’s room uninvited again.

  I moved my palm between her legs and over her soaking pussy, and when she tried to scramble away, I held her in place.

  “Not so fast,” I warned, before sliding my fingers between her labia folds, where I teased her entrance, enjoying the silky slickness. “You’re sopping wet. Did you like being punished? Did it turn you on?”

  She hung her head as if in shame, and whispered, “Yes, Master.”

  I continued to stroke her fluttering folds. “You’re brave and beautiful and will make someone a great submissive one day. The right Dom will push you and bring you to heights you can only ever imagine.”

  I traced my fingers down to her now engorged clit. And my cock ached, yearning to slide into her slick heat. But I had a feeling she was a virgin, and it wasn’t my place to take that from her.

  She whimpered at my incessant touch. Her legs trembled and back bowed, but she still didn’t ask me to stop.

  I cupped my hand and slapped it off her pussy, focusing my fingertips on top of her clit. Her fingers grasped the comforter, and her tits swung back and forth. I circled harder and faster, and if she’d been a trained sub, I would’ve commanded her to come. But that type of discipline took time, so I would allow her to get there on her own.

  Cries flew from her throat and her pussy spasmed. She was close. Dammit. I wanted to plunge my fingers, my dick, inside of her.

  One hand teased her clit while the other slapped her ass.

  For a brief second her body stilled, and then her screams filled the room, and I still resisted the mouth-watering temptation to slam my cock inside her convulsing pussy— to have her inner muscles milk me dry.

  Her shoulders sagged onto the bed signaling the end of her climax, but before she had the chance to recover, I pressed my fingers against her clit again. More spasms rocked her body.

  “No, more, please, Master. I can’t.”

  “You can and you will.”

  I didn’t stop until the last of the aftershocks rippled through her, and when they did, I stepped away.

  “You’re delicious when you come, sub. If I didn’t have willpower, I would fuck you right now. Sit.”

  She did as I instructed. A lust haze glazed her eyes, and her body was as limp as a rag doll’s. I poured her a glass of water and handed it to her before wrapping a blanket around her now goose bump covered body.

  “When you’re able, I think it’s best if you dressed, Little Mouse, and scurried home. Perhaps the next time when you wander into somewhere you shouldn’t be, you’ll think twice before staying.”

  “You knew I wasn’t supposed to be here?” she asked me.

  “Tell me, how did you get Vivian’s invitation?”

  “Who’s Vivian?”

  By the confused look on her face, I knew she genuinely had no fucking clue who Vivian was.

  “Someone who’s in a lot of trouble.”

  “I guess I’ll go. Um, thanks, for... well, thanks.”

  I chuckled, and said, “It was very much my pleasure.”

  She handed me the water and stepped off the bed, and when her legs wobbled, I caught her.

  “I don’t know who you are, little mouse—”

  “I’m—”

  “Shh,” I said, holding my fingers to her lips. “I don’t want to know. Please be careful. This isn’t the sort of place for someone as naïve as you. Some of the other men here would have tied you to a cross and flogged you until they broke you.”

  “I can take care of myself, Master. No one will do anything to me or with me that I don’t agree to beforehand.”

  She threw on her clothes and left my room without a backward glance. The smell of her perfume infused the air, and the scent of her arousal was still on my fingers. How I wished I could have taken her for her very first time. My cock still throbbed and since I didn’t have a sub to take care of it, I would.

  I reached down to grab my cock in my hands, ready to pleasure myself by thinking of all the things I wished I could have done to her. But then I noticed that something glistened like glass beneath the chair where the mouse had placed her clothes. Whatever it was, it must have fallen out while she had gotten undressed for me. What had she left behind?

  “Well, I’ll be...” She’d brought a phone into the club. A phone that was currently recording.

  Chapter 6

  Paige Matthews

  At 6 am, my alarm blared, but I was already wide awake. And once again I asked myself that question that had been ping ponging through my mind ever since I’d gone to Expose: What the fuck?

  What the actual fuck in the name of all fucks had I done? Had someone roofied my drink? Except I hadn’t had a drink, so I couldn’t blame drugs for my insanity.

  I’d allowed a man I’d never met before– a man I didn’t know the first thing about– to spank me and give me not one but two orgasms. And then I’d fled the room like a freaked-out Cinderella. Only instead of leaving my shoe behind, I’d left my fucking phone behind.

  I didn’t realize what had happened until I got into the taxi and felt around my back. Next time I needed a phone concealed inside the lining of my dress, I’d go to a seamstress instead of putting faith into my sucky sewing skills.

  The phone must have been too heavy for the stitches and busted through the pouch. I also should have bought new thread instead of relying on what I’d found in my grandma’s dusty sewing tin. For all I knew the thread she’d kept was older than she’d been before she passed.

  I had considered going back into the club but then thought better of it. The masked man had spanked my ass for being late and for not addressing him correctly. What the heck would he have done if I’d returned to his room and asked for my phone? The phone I wasn’t supposed to have with me.

  Losing my phone wouldn’t be too big of an issue had I backed it up in the past year or had the Cloud backup toggled on. Find My Phone would have been another helpful setting to have toggled on. But of course, these things had been on my ever growing “to do one day” list, and I’d never gotten around to doing them.

  As soon as I’d gotten home, I’d remotely locked my phone, but most likely by that stage, I was too late to save my ass. I needed the phone back ASAP. Not only because I wanted the video from last night, but also because it held irreplaceable photos of my grandma.

  All night, both awake and in my dreams, thoughts of the masked man filled my head. The way his fingers seemed to know my body. Seemed to know everything I wanted and everything I didn’t know I wanted.

  Even now, the memory of the deep timbre in his voice puckered my nipples. His room was too dim for me to get a good look at his eyes and face, but his body was to die for.

  When he wasn’t calling me mouse— what a ridiculous name— he’d called me sub. He clearly thought I’d belonged at the club, which was a good thing for my own purposes, but also surprised me.

  Maybe I truly was a sub. I’d never expected to feel that turned on by a man spanking me or ordering me about, because I prided myself on my independence. It was jarring to think I’d enjoyed it so much that I’d fit right in.

  My ass still smarted from where he’d spanked me, and the slight discomfort was a pleasant reminder of what I’d experienced and what I hoped to experience again. I’d never become a member of the club because I’d never earn enough money to cover the membership fees, and I doubted I’d meet someone as hot as him ever again.

  From the second I walked into his room, he knew I didn’t belong there. The masked man had pla
yed me, and I didn’t mind one single bit.

  Vivian– whoever she was– was one lucky woman, and someone I was intensely jealous of. I made a mental note to track down Mike and ask where he’d gotten my invitation from and if he knew anyone called Vivian.

  ***

  Before going into the newsroom, I stopped by Walgreens and picked up a cheap twelve-dollar burner phone. The first thing I did was to call Jessica and explain that I’d lost my own phone. On any given day, we texted one another fifty times or more, and I didn’t want her to worry if she couldn’t reach me.

  Then, I hurried to work. As soon as I sat down at my desk, the intercom on my desk crackled to life.

  “Paige, can you come into my office?” Henry asked.

  “Everything okay, boss?”

  “Now, please.”

  Henry had never summoned me to his office before, and the walk there felt like a death march. What if the masked man was a friend of Henry’s and he’d told Henry that his advice columnist allowed men she didn’t know to finger her to orgasm?

  The office door was open, and I didn’t bother knocking before I went in. I had my go-to everything’s great, nothing to see here smile plastered across my lips.

  Henry wasn’t alone. Sitting opposite him was Alec Williams. The pain in the ass features editor who resembled a hard-living Matthew McConaughey.

  “Take a seat,” Henry said, gesturing toward the chair beside Alec.

  “What can I do for you, Mr. Williams?” I asked, wishing I’d taken a Xanax and washed it down with vodka for breakfast.

  Henry leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers. “What do you know about Wyatt Palmer?”

  “The billionaire?”

  Henry nodded.

  “Not much,” I admitted. “He’s an investment mogul who gives motivational speeches. I saw him on TV yesterday morning talking about his latest memoir. Why?”

  “You’ve never met him?” Alec asked.

  I turned to face him, and if looks could kill, I’d be on the floor in a pool of blood. “Not that I’m aware of.”

  He blew out an exasperated breath. “You sure you’ve never messaged him, emailed him, or contacted him in any way?”