Bound to the Billionaire

by Natalie Dae

  “Welcome to Maine.” The deep timbre of his voice set her pulse to racing. “I’m looking forward to the weekend.”

  “Yes.” She wet her lips. “Me, too.”

  Micah waved at the pilot as he lifted off.

  “So.” His eyes burned with lust and hunger although his face was expressionless. “Are you committed to whatever this weekend brings?”

  “Yes.” They had not yet slipped into their roles so she looked him full in the face. “I am. Completely.”

  “Then let’s begin.” He guided her towards the house with his hand at her elbow. “I see you obeyed my instructions regarding luggage.”

  “You said you’d provide whatever I needed,” she reminded him. She wondered what the pilot had thought when she had shown up with no luggage. Then she shrugged it off, figuring by this time nothing could pique that man’s curiosity.

  “And I will. Everything.”

  He ushered her into the house, his hand on her back red-hot even through her silk sweater and light jacket. She stopped just inside and tried not to stare. The place stole her breath, with windows that soared from the polished wood floors to the two-storey ceiling. A fire already roared and crackled in a massive stone fireplace and comfortable leather furniture was scattered around the huge room.

  “This is beautiful.” She stared at the large, magnificent room.

  “So are you.” He brushed her hair aside and kissed the nape of her neck. “Very beautiful.”

  That was the last soft thing he said to her. He straightened and when she looked at him the Dom had taken over completely. He took her purse from her unresisting hands.

  “Remove your clothing and leave it on this chair.” He pointed to a small one by the door. “You may retrieve your things when it’s time to leave.”

  “Now?” Stupid. Of course he meant now.

  He simply stood there, hands in his pockets, watching and waiting.

  Teri slid her arms from her jacket, folded it neatly and placed it on the chair. Taking the hem of her sweater, she tugged it over her head and placed it with the jacket. The rest of her clothing followed, her shoes placed neatly beneath the chair. She stood naked before him, hands folded in front of her, head bowed, eyes downcast.

  She knew he was visually taking in every inch of her as he always did. Was he pleased that she’d waxed her pussy completely instead of leaving the two thin strips of curls as she usually did? He’d ordered her to leave the skin completely bare for this weekend. She hoped he was pleased that she’d done so.

  Now he tipped her chin up with two fingers.

  “Very good.” He smiled and with his other hand he pulled a fine strip of leather from his pocket.

  A collar! Was he already leaning towards something permanent? But his next words disabused her of that notion.

  “While you are here,” he said as he fastened the collar around her throat, “this is all you will wear. I have central heating as well as the fireplace, so if you are the least bit cold tell me at once.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  And there they were, back in the familiar roles.

  Micah took his time studying her in her nudity. Not that there was anything new for him to see, but something felt different today.

  “Spread your legs,” he ordered.

  She moved her feet apart to allow him access to her. He moved fractionally closer and slid one hand between her thighs. Her breathing hitched at the contact, sending a sensual wave blasting through her. Every touch made her feel his possession, his sense of ownership of her. She reminded herself, as she forced herself to stand still, that this weekend she wanted him to accept ownership of her heart, as well.

  “You may raise your eyes to look at me,” he said.

  She watched him lift his hand to his mouth and carefully lick his fingers, her pulse racing in anticipation of what was to happen.

  “Wet already. You know that pleases me.” He closed his eyes briefly. “And you taste and smell so delightful. All right, then. Follow me.”

  Trembling again, she followed him through the massive open space that was the central part of the house. She looked around as quickly as she could and was struck by the same absence of any personal photos or mementoes as in his condo. She was still puzzling about it when Micah opened a heavy wooden door near the fireplace and motioned for her to follow him. Inside the room she pulled up short, awestruck by what she saw.

  Here, in this isolated portion of Maine, Micah Sheridan had built himself a dungeon where every fantasy could be played out. The floor was covered in a thick carpet she could curl her toes into, while the walls were made of the same wood as the floor in the great room. And everywhere she looked were reminders that cost was not a problem to Micah Sheridan. An elaborate St Andrew’s cross stood in one corner. In another a stock and pillory was set up, where a sub could have her neck, wrists and ankles restrained. A spanking bench. Manacles that dropped on chains from the ceiling. Racks holding an array of whips and paddles. Even a cat-o’-nine-tails. And a cabinet that she was sure held whatever a Dom could need to use on his sub.

  She was certain no expense had been spared and that everything was the finest of its kind. Micah Sheridan might not share any of his personal information but he certainly took good care of himself.

  He turned to her, his lips curved in a ghost of a smile.

  “My playroom. What do you think?”

  “Impressive, Sir.”

  “I would hope so. No one has ever been here more than once. They are well paid for their silence when they leave.” He came to stand directly in front of her, his thumb stroking her cheekbone. “But not you, sweet girl. If you please me this weekend there will never be anyone else here but you. Do you remember what we agreed on?”

  She nodded, the thrill of a future together making her pussy throb and her heart leap. She prayed silently she wouldn’t fail this test because Micah had spoilt her for any other man. He held her heart in the palm of his hand and she wanted him to keep it, as well as giving her his.

  “You will take me to the edge as often as possible, help me reaching the highest level of pleasure.” She licked her dry lips. “If it is rewarding in many ways to both of us then we move forward together.”

  “Very good. And Teri?”

  She blinked at his use of her name rather than ‘girl’.

  “Yes?”

  “You may have taken off the executive personality with your clothes but your inner strength is still there. Submitting to whatever I have planned and taking pleasure from it shows me that your inner strength is always with you. You are my submissive, not my inferior. Are we clear on that?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She couldn’t help the tiny grin that twitched her lips.

  He smiled back at her, but there was no humour. There was heat and hunger and something dark simmering there that she’d never seen before. Maybe a hint of the secrets he carried deep inside.

  “Very good.” He dropped his hand. “I want to reinforce that, however, by giving you a taste of what you’ll receive if you forget. You know the drill. Please go stand against the wall there”—he pointed—”and raise your arms.”

  Yes! He’ll start with the paddle, bringing that sweet pain to my ass and thighs that I crave and creeping up into my pussy!

  She shivered in anticipation.

  When she’d done as he asked, he reached over her head to two manacles hanging from chains, pulled them down and fastened one around each wrist.

  “Now your feet. Apart.”

  He nudged the inside of her ankles to achieve the space he desired. She heard him move away then he was back. Cold metal bracelets were now locked around each thigh with a bar between them to maintain her position. The spreader. It left her so defenceless that he could do with her as he wished. The thought send a fresh spate of liquid surging through her pussy. She’d tried to analyse her reaction to it and had come to a conclusion. She could make herself that vulnerable because it was obvious he needed it from her, and
in giving him that she had a measure of control. It seemed only with Micah had she finally understood the meaning of ‘power exchange’.

  “You know how much I love the spreader.” He was back to the chill of his Dom voice. “You’re such a little slut I can’t allow you to rub your thighs together or do anything to relieve the desire in your pussy. Even when I release you from these instruments you will keep your thighs apart at all times. Understood?”

  Her inner tease, rather than giving him the answer he expected, had her saying, “I will try.”

  “Try?” He actually laughed. “I’d say you need something to remind you that you need to do more than try.”

  The carpet was so thick she didn’t hear him move but he must have retrieved the paddle because without warning it thwacked on her ass, a hard smack of leather that made her flinch, even as heat rose within her. She curled her fingers into her palms and took a deep breath just as the next blow landed. She welcomed the pain, her pheromones exploding with joy.

  Her breath caught in her throat and her body jerked as the leather continued to slap against her ass and the backs of her thighs. Her pussy throbbed in response, hungry for something to fill it. She bit her lip, knowing that part of Micah’s pleasure came from denying her an orgasm for as long as possible.

  Ten strokes. She counted them. That was always the number he started with. Later, when he changed to other instruments, he would vary the number, never telling her how many to expect. He liked the uncertainty it gave her.

  When the last thwack of the paddle fell she heard the sound of it landing on the floor. Then he was behind her, his body pressing against her, the rough fabric abrading her very sore ass. He smoothed his hand over her curves, pinching lightly, letting out a small laugh when she jumped.

  “It pleases me to see you enjoy the pain.” His voice was low and deep and rumbled through her body. “I know how hot it makes you.”

  As if to emphasise his words, he reached his hands beneath her outstretched thighs to her dripping cunt, stroking her slit and deliberately tugging on her clit. Teri swallowed back the moan that bubbled up in her throat and tried to rock back onto his hand.

  “I think not, girl.” He pulled his hand away. “You’re a long way from release. I can’t seem to get enough of your sweet, delicious taste. The wetter you are, the more I like it. I can feast whenever the mood strikes me.” He stroked his damp fingers over her burning ass cheeks. “All right, then. Now that we’ve reaffirmed who’s in charge, I have a little treat for you. You ate nothing before you arrived, correct?”

  She nodded her head. “Only sips of water, as you instructed.”

  “Excellent. I have nourishment for you. I want to be sure you keep up your strength but only with what I feed you from my hand.”

  He released the manacles, massaging the muscles in her arms that ached slightly from being stretched upward. Next to go was the spreader. Then he turned her around and snapped a leash onto the ring in her collar.

  “For the rest of the weekend you will do only what I give you permission for. If you’re hungry I will feed you. If you’re thirsty I will give you liquid. When you need bathing, I’ll see to it. The only thing you may do on your own are bathroom breaks. Understood?”

  That same little thrill ran through her again. “Yes, Sir. I do.”

  “Fine, then. Here we go.”

  He tugged on the leash and led her out of the room, through the central area of the house to the kitchen, which she was sure could serve a party of a hundred people. She was startled to see a man in black slacks and a black shirt standing at the kitchen counter arranging something on a silver tray. She stopped, not sure what to do. There had never been an outsider in any of their sessions.

  Micah brushed his knuckles along one cheek, a reassuring movement.

  “Trent works for me,” he told her. “He hires in the help to clean this place, takes care of the vehicles and the exterior maintenance, and handles whatever I need in the house. He’s prepared a snack for us, which I know you’ll enjoy. Trent, please say hello to Miss Choate.”

  Teri didn’t know if she should raise her eyes to look at him, look down at her feet or what. Often in the club she frequented, a Dom would parade his sub naked into the crowd but that was to show ownership and the acquiescence to it. That the sub wanted most of all to please the Master or Mistress. And it was in an arena where naked bodies were common. This was certainly different.

  Trent just looked at her with a friendly smile on his face, apparently unfazed by either her nudity or the leash Micah was holding.

  “Very nice meeting you, Miss Choate.”

  And then he went back to his task.

  “We’ll be in the den when the tray is ready,” Micah told him.

  “Very good.”

  Teri wanted to ask if Trent would be around all weekend. If he was aware of what she and Micah would be doing.

  Of course he is, dummy. He works for the man and seeing you didn’t even make him blink.

  Micah led her into a room with warm wood panelling, carpet as thick as in the dungeon and a smaller fireplace than the main one but with a fire just as bright. He sat at one end of a massive leather couch, long legs stretched out before him.

  “Submissive pose. Now. And be sure to keep your thighs apart. I want access to your cunt whenever the mood strikes me.”

  Teri sank to her knees, hands clasped behind her back, eyes lowered. She was barely an inch from Micah’s legs and his scent tantalised her. In fact, the entire room carried his distinctive aroma, a mixture of pine and leather. A scent she carried home on her clothes and her body each time they were together, sleeping with her blouse or sweater under her pillow to prolong the pleasure. She wondered if he’d had it blended especially for him.

  Micah sat up, dropping the end of the leash.

  “Please put everything right here, Trent.” He tapped the low table in front of the couch. “Thanks for getting this ready.”

  “Of course. Just call me on the house phone when you need something else.”

  Teri heard the soft shuffle on the carpet as the man left. Then Micah touched her shoulder.

  “Time for nourishment.”

  She lifted her head and saw that he was holding a ripe, plump strawberry between two fingers.

  “Open your mouth, girl.”

  She did so, and he fed the tip of the strawberry into her mouth. She bit it off, the juice running down her chin. When he held it towards her again she bit off a larger piece. It was truly delicious but by the time she’d finished chewing it she was sure her chin was covered with the sticky liquid.

  Then Micah smiled at her, leant forward and with soft swipes of his tongue licked her chin.

  Chapter Two

  Micah couldn’t help himself. He just had to taste that strawberry juice on her skin. It mingled with her essence, still sharp on his tongue, and made his cock twitch and harden. Not that it wasn’t already painfully stiff. He’d had a time hiding just how stiff when Teri stepped off the helo. He didn’t want her to know exactly how much she affected him. He was already in deeper than he’d planned and he wasn’t sure what to do about it.

  The first time he’d met her, when he had been seeking a replacement for his executive assistant, he’d been struck by her natural sexuality and the hint of the submissive—a definite contrast to her professional personality. She had insisted he meet with her in person before she could do a search for the person he wanted.

  “For such an important position I need to get my own read on the person he or she will be working for.”

  “In the end I’ll get what I want, you know,” he had told her. “This is as much a deal to me as any other business transaction.”

  She’d flashed him a smile. “So will I. The art of the deal is just as important to me.”

  It had turned him on, that self-confident nature of hers, and the sense of submission in direct contrast to it. He’d bet she was a real hellion in the bedroom but one who, when tame
d, would provide more pleasure than a man could imagine. He’d done a thorough background check on her, personal and professional, and learned some interesting things about her—among them, the fact that she belonged to a very exclusive bondage club and that she had no permanent Dom. He would have bet money that none of them had known how to handle her. They all wanted to demand control, when making her want to give it up was the key to succeeding with her.

  Micah knew all about people who demanded control. It was okay in business, and he operated that way. But in private the other person should be respected. He’d never received respect as a child. Just the opposite, along with a cruelty he never talked about. He’d packed all that away in a secret place in his mind and built himself an empire that made others envious. Now he called the shots.

  Along the way he’d discovered his predication for BDSM. He was, apparently, a natural Dom and an extraordinary woman had trained him to be a good one. He always respected his subs and understood the value of a real power exchange. Because of the things that had happened to him, he was careful never to take any of his subs beyond the level of pain that gave him pleasure.

  He hadn’t expected he’d ever want to settle down with one person, but he had an unexpected connection with Teri Choate that kept winding itself around him like an invisible thread. Almost as if she was made for him. This weekend would be a test, for both of them. Could she submit to him fully without losing the essence of who she was? And could he commit to just one person, despite his emotional baggage, and build a future?

  Giving himself a mental shake, he focused again on Teri, who knelt beside him, waiting for her next instruction. Lifting another strawberry from the silver plate filled with fruit, he held it to her mouth.

  “Another bite. And let the juice drip down your chin again. It gives me pleasure to lick it from your skin.”

  Obediently she bit into the plump fruit and chewed. As the red liquid trickled down her skin again, his balls tightened and his cock pressed harder against the fabric of his jeans.