Bound to the Billionaire

by Natalie Dae

  I focused on him again, trying not to imagine myself doing what he told me. “Not while I’m working.”

  “I’m the one who hired you.”

  Where was he going with this? “Yeah…?”

  “So what if I told you that you should come sit down, and not worry so much?”

  “I’d tell you there was a chance you were putting your life at risk by reducing my ability to protect you.”

  “And if I said I didn’t care?” He stood up again, advancing on me slowly.

  I didn’t know how to answer him. All I knew was that I wanted to follow his orders, and that I really shouldn’t, because there was a chance I could find myself in over my head.

  He stopped less than a foot from me. Up close, his gorgeous face and intense expression were overwhelming.

  “Mia,” he murmured. “Mine.”

  It was one interpretation of the meaning of my name—mia was Italian for ‘mine’—but the way he’d said it made me think it was much, much more. It was as though he was staking a claim on me, not just romantically, but also in the way a Dom claimed a sub.

  He slipped a hand to the back of my neck, gazing down at me with a hunger I could relate to, but as he leaned closer the sound of the clicking lock made us both jump.

  Chapter Four

  Adrenaline rushed through me, and I shoved past Dean, putting myself between him and the door as I drew my Glock from its holster.

  The door swung inwards, and almost immediately a woman with short, spiked black hair and bright red lipstick let out a startled cry, throwing up her hands. A ring of keys dangled from one of them. “Jesus Christ!”

  “It’s okay, Rach,” Dean said. “She’s my bodyguard for the night.”

  I lowered my weapon and stepped aside with a small, embarrassed smile. I’d overreacted because of the precarious situation we’d been in when she’d interrupted, but this Rach didn’t need to know that. “Sorry. Just doing my job.”

  “And how,” Dean added, and I turned in time to see him rolling his shoulder back with a wince. “You’re stronger than you look, Mia.”

  How was I going to cope with him saying my name, now that I had the memory of him using it to verbally claim me as his?

  “Sorry,” I murmured again.

  “I’m Rachel.” The woman held out her hand for me to shake. “Don’t be afraid to push him around a little. He deserves it for coming out here before he signs those papers tomorrow.”

  “I could fire you, you know,” Dean said mildly, as I shook her hand and stood back against the wall, attempting to remove myself from the situation as much as I could. Not only because it was what a good bodyguard did, but because I needed time to regroup.

  Rachel snorted with the true disdain of a long-standing friend. “You could, but you won’t.”

  As I looked from one of them to the other, the door opened again. This time, I managed to curb the impulse to hold the guy entering at gunpoint.

  “Seth. Good to see you.” Dean nodded to the new arrival with a smile, and I relaxed a little. “Did Will make it?”

  Seth shook his head. “Called in subdropped.”

  I raised an eyebrow. Reading trashy books—my one guilty pleasure—had given me enough insight into kinky terminology for me to understand him.

  Dean caught my expression and lifted an eyebrow right back at me. “You understood that, huh?”

  As all three of them turned curious gazes on me, I gave in to the urge to flee. I had no idea what their meeting was about, but it was clear enough that Dean trusted both of them, and neither of them looked the type to particularly care about corporate bonuses.

  “I’ll be waiting outside the door if you need me. Don’t lock the door in case I need to update you on the situation.”

  Before either of them could answer, I left them to it and closed the door softly behind me.

  The warm air was really getting to me, and I was sweating inside my body armour. God, how had he got me to let my guard down that far? If we’d been interrupted two minutes later, I might have been letting him do anything to me.

  An image bloomed in my mind of Dean taking me against the wall, my naked legs wrapped around his waist as he drove his cock deep inside me. Oh, God. If he’d asked it of me, I would have done it, and anything could have happened…

  Turning my mind back to business, I clicked on my microphone. “Rick, you there?”

  “Still in position,” he confirmed through my earpiece. “What’s going on?”

  “The client’s in one of the private rooms with the people he’s come to meet with. I’m outside the door. Not sure how long they’ll be, but it’s a quiet hallway. I’ll notice anyone who approaches.”

  “Sounds good. What do you think of the club?”

  Rolling my eyes at the glee he was obviously still feeling at his earlier prank, I sighed. “It’s exactly what it claims to be.”

  “Sure it’s not your style?”

  He was teasing, but what he didn’t know was that I was starting to think it was exactly my style. And that scared me a little. Where were these urges coming from? My trashy books had never got me this stirred up.

  “Sure it’s not your style?” I threw back at Rick. “I think you’d look great in one of those cages near the inner doors. With a gag in your mouth.”

  “Wondered how long it was gonna take you to mention gagging me.” He affected a long-suffering tone I knew was entirely faked.

  “I’m impressed it didn’t occur to me sooner,” I teased, feeling my self-control seep back into me at the friendly banter.

  “So did he tell you he owns the place? Wonder if he’s gonna fit in a bit of sexy fun tonight?” Rick might have looked intimidating and full of testosterone, but he loved to gossip more than your average little old lady.

  “Not if I have anything to do with it. I’m paid to protect him, not to watch him getting shot in the middle of spanking some half-naked girl.”

  “Jealous, much?”

  The idea of Dean spanking someone else didn’t sit well with me, but I wasn’t going to tell Rick that. “Whatever. Go do your job. I’ll update you if anything changes.”

  Given the peace and quiet to contemplate the empty hallway, I let my thoughts wander back to that charged moment before Dean and I had been interrupted. Had he been going to kiss me, or was that wishful thinking? If he tried again, would I be able to override the overwhelming instinct to let him take control?

  If I concentrated, I could very faintly hear conversation from inside the room, so I was confident everything was still going according to plan. Maybe the almost-screw-up I’d made would be the wakeup call I needed.

  Roughly half an hour later, I checked in with Rick again. Nothing to report. I almost wished I was still downstairs, so at least I’d have some fetish action to watch while I waited.

  As if the occupants of the room had heard the thought, the door opened and Seth emerged. Closing it behind him, he gave me a small smile. “That’s my part over with. Dean and Rachel will be a few minutes more.”

  “Thanks.” I watched him go, impressed by his huge motorcycle boots. Not exactly standard business attire, but then, this wasn’t exactly a standard business. I wondered what they’d all been discussing. The running of a fetish club must have had more challenges than the average venue.

  A few minutes later, the door opened a crack and Rachel peered out. “Safe for me to leave?”

  I glanced down the corridor and back to her. “You? Yeah. Him? Maybe not. Tell him to stay put for a few minutes while I check out the route.”

  Rachel opened the door a little wider, but leant back into the room, addressing Dean. “I suppose you heard your orders? I’ll leave you to it. If I don’t see you downstairs in ten minutes I’ll assume you’re putting the plan we discussed into action.”

  Before I could ask, she left the room, pulling the door shut behind her, and smiled. “I hear good things about you, Mia. Lovely to meet you.”

  Before I could
think of a reply to that, she headed down the hallway and out of sight.

  Perplexed, I waited for a second before following her. Reaching the top of the stairs, I kept an eye on the entrance to the section with the private rooms and surveyed the route back to the door. Nothing suspicious as far as I could tell.

  I returned to the private room I’d left Dean in and knocked on the door before opening it, giving him warning that I was there.

  My breath caught as I laid eyes on him again—he was already on his feet, halfway to the door, by the time I’d stepped inside. “What—?”

  That was all I managed to get out before the door swung closed behind me and Dean grabbed me by the shoulders, pressed me up against it and clicked the lock shut. For a split second, all I could comprehend was that his body was flush with mine, his intensely dark eyes boring into me.

  I barely had time to gasp in a breath before he kissed me, though the moment seemed to last a lifetime. The warm, insistent pressure of his lips against mine sent a pulse of energy from my mouth all the way down to my toes, a good portion of it surging to my cunt and staying there. When he teased my lips apart with his tongue I just about melted, meeting each stroke of that tongue with mine before I could stop myself.

  An alarm bell was ringing somewhere in the back of my lust-fogged brain, reminding me that I was forgetting something, that I needed to pull away and take stock. I tried to listen, but the signal was faint. Every time I tried to decipher it, my senses found something new about the kiss to savour. My pussy clenched with the need for him to fill me and I lost myself anew.

  He finally pulled back, leaving me breathless and yearning for more.

  “Mia…” His voice was a low rumble, barely audible, and I knew he wasn’t merely speaking my name, but telling me again that I was his.

  Most of me was just fine with that, but the respite brought reality crashing back down around me. “Fuck, I can’t keep screwing up on the job like this. Get off me.”

  Though the words almost caused me physical pain, I knew I was right to say them. Not that that made it any easier.

  Dean pinned my wrists above my head, the lust in his expression plain. “If I thought you really meant that, I would. Do you really mean it?”

  I struggled, but all that achieved was to make him push against me more firmly, restraining me and letting me feel his growing hard-on simultaneously. I rested my forehead against his shoulder in surrender, tilting my hips forward to rub myself against him.

  “Get off me.” I was saying one thing but giving him very definite signals that I wanted the complete opposite, which was something I’d usually frown upon. But I had the feeling Dean had played the resistance game before. From the slight widening of his eyes, I was right, and he recognised the signs that I wanted to play.

  He exhaled shakily, releasing one of my wrists, but slammed it back against the wall as soon as I tried to move it. “You want me to let you go? Fight harder.”

  I wrenched my body to one side, then the other, almost succeeding in breaking free. I was strong, but he was stronger, and he held me in place with everything he had, pinning my body to the wall hard and waiting out my struggles. His ability to overpower me was more of a turn-on than I could stand.

  Giving up all pretence, I stood on tiptoe to transfer the friction between his body and mine to my clit, biting back a cry when he ground his cock against me, right where I needed it.

  “Do you have a death wish?” I asked, keeping up the motion of my hips against his. “Because you’re doing a really good job of distracting me from doing mine.”

  He began to kiss the side of my neck, his words hot against my skin between each brush of his lips. “The door is locked. The only two people who have keys are me and Rachel, and she left hers on the couch when I asked her to. We’re the only ones in here, and I can’t think of a better way for you to guard my body than if you’re on top of it. Then again, I prefer to be on top. You might have noticed.”

  I whimpered at the image, resting my head back against the wall, giving him better access to my throat even as I tried to free my arms again. I was pretty sure I’d have bruises in the morning. I couldn’t wait to see them. “You promised you’d do what I told you tonight, you bastard.”

  “And you’ve certainly given me a lot of orders, haven’t you?” He raised his head to give me a darkly dominant look that made me want to sink to my knees and swear to obey him from that moment onwards.

  “I’m trying to keep you safe.”

  He let the expression drop, something tender showing through as he brushed his thumb over my lips. “I know. And I know this is a bad idea, but Mia, there’s no one here but us, and no one can get in. Let me take control.”

  “I’ve never done anything like this before. I mean, anything where I’m expected to take orders.” I didn’t like how vulnerable it made me feel to admit that, so I hid it behind a mask of irritation—or tried to.

  “I can tell. A trained sub would know she should at least be calling me ‘sir’ by this point.” He arched an eyebrow expectantly.

  “Well, sir, I think you should know we only have fifteen minutes or so before my partner checks in with me again, and when he does, he’s gonna want to know when we’ll be out of here. So fuck your control.”

  Dean cursed under his breath. “When does your shift finish?”

  “Four in the morning.” At his warning look, I couldn’t help but add, “Sir.”

  For a second, he was quiet, but then seemed to reach a decision. “I’m going to fuck you now and play with you later, understand?”

  I swallowed, then nodded, anticipation making me tense.

  Dean released my wrists, but grabbed me by the hair and dragged me over to the bed. I moaned, not with pain but with absolute longing. I’d never been in a situation this intense before, never provoked a guy into manhandling me this way, but the throbbing between my thighs was more than enough to convince me to carry on with this little game.

  I’d barely hit the mattress before he was on me again, pinning me to the bed with his entire weight. I could probably have wrenched myself free if I’d really put my mind to it, but I was too busy yielding to his bruising kisses, wrapping my legs around his hips and rocking against his erection.

  “When this deal is signed, I’m going to enjoy making you beg for me to take every single bit of clothing from you, piece by piece,” he promised when our lips parted, “but for now we don’t have time. Strip.”

  Part of me wanted to. The rest wanted to make damn sure that when I finally did kneel for him, he knew it wasn’t his money or his power that had been my incentive.

  “Make me.”

  Dean growled—was he frustrated, turned on, genuinely pissed off? I didn’t know, but whatever he might have done if we’d had more time together, he clearly wasn’t going to risk that time running out now. Not before he’d had a chance to fuck me.

  He pulled at my waistband, freeing the button and zipper there, and I unwound my legs from around his waist, not without reluctance. He shoved my pants and practical black briefs down over my hips, my knees, then off completely, wrenching my boots from my feet without undoing the laces in the process. I bit back a whimper as cool air breezed over my wet pussy, sending shivers through me.

  He turned his attention to my exposed cunt as if he could fuck me with his gaze alone, which was enough to make me put aside my resistance for now. I sat up and wriggled out of my shirt, then my Kevlar vest and bra. By the time I was naked, so was Dean—gloriously, sensually naked, and so hard that I couldn’t stop myself from closing my fist around his thick cock.

  As he groaned and grabbed me by the hips, guiding me to straddle him, I wanted desperately to draw this out, to go down on him and deny him orgasm again and again until he yanked control back from me and fucked me into oblivion. I knew we didn’t have time, so I kissed his lips instead, stroking his cock steadily.

  He turned his head to end the kiss, breathing heavily. “Condoms are in th
e top drawer.”

  I reached over to the nightstand immediately and found one, then tore it open as quickly as I could. While I rolled it down his shaft, he trailed his thumb through the wetness between my pussy lips, finding my clit with little hesitation and teasing it.

  “Oh, fuck,” I whispered as a wave of pleasure made my limbs tremble.

  “Tell me you want it, Mia,” he growled, and I knew again that he was reinforcing his ownership by using my name.

  I just held myself over him, brushing the head of his cock against my cunt, and waited, meeting his gaze in a silent challenge. Do it. Take me.

  Feral amusement crossed his features, and he seized my hips, then drove up into me hard. I pushed down onto him immediately, meeting his thrust halfway and gasping as he filled me. He was definitely large enough to thrill but not too big for comfort, and I moaned as he bucked his hips, as if he was making doubly sure he was as far inside me as he could go.

  “Fuck.” He rolled us, pressing me against the mattress, and gave me a hard, brief kiss. Gazing down at me, his cock still deep inside my pussy and one of his hands pinning my wrists above my head, he told me, “You have no idea how much I wish I could tie you up and make you scream out in pain right now. I get the feeling you’d like it.”

  My nipples were hard and tingling, aching for his touch, and Dean rubbed his thumb lightly over one of the dusky points. A rush of desire made my cunt squeeze tighter around his cock, and he clenched his jaw as if suppressing a groan.

  Then he pinched my nipple almost brutally. The contrast between pain and pleasure had me crying out and fighting to free my wrists. The intensity was just too much to bear in silence, though I was grateful I’d been able to hang on to enough composure to keep from begging for him to take me.

  Dean laughed softly, releasing the nub of flesh and pulling back enough that only the head of his cock remained within me. He reached lower, to brush his thumb over my clit. “Move with me, Mia.”

  He slammed back inside me, releasing my wrists so he could brace himself better, and the combination of his cock inside me and his confident caress of my desire-swollen clit was irresistible. I dug my fingers into his shoulders and met his thrusts with my own, moaning as he hit my G-spot over and over. My movements were steady at first, but as the tension in my body grew to unbearable proportions I moved faster, urging him on without words, relishing the rough pounding he was giving me.