WhatHeDemands (domination erotica)

by Tawny Taylor

  What He Demands (Submitting to the Billionaire 2)

  by

  Tawny Taylor

  Published by Novel Mind Books

  Copyright 2012 Tawny Taylor

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  Books by Tawny Taylor

  Wild Knights

  Wicked Knights

  Wanton Knights

  Wild, Wicked & Wanton

  Dark Master

  Decadent Master

  Dangerous Master

  Darkest Fire

  Darkest Desire

  Claim Me

  Wicked Beast

  Prince of Fire

  Girl Enslaved

  Dirty Little Lies

  Triple Stud

  Enslaved by Sin

  Double Take

  Behind the Mask

  Plays Well with Others

  Lust’s Temptation

  Wrath’s Embrace

  Burning Hunger

  Torrid Hunger

  Everlasting Hunger

  Slave of Duty

  Flesh to Flesh

  Compromising Positions

  Breathless

  Pleasing Him

  At His Mercy

  Ties That Bind

  Heart Throb

  Burn For You

  Her Lesson in Sin

  Touch of Fire

  His Dark Kiss

  Playing for Keeps

  Your Wicked Game

  Make Me Burn

  Make Me Shiver

  What He Wants (Submitting to the Billionaire, Book 1)

  What He Demands (Submitting to the Billionaire, Book 2)

  ABOUT THE BOOK

  Seduced into a new “relationship” with the domineering billionaire Shane Trant, Bristol Deatrich is just beginning to learn the dos and don’ts of being a submissive.

  Do: please your master.

  Don’t: forget that it’s all a game, only a game. Submission has nothing to do with love.

  For her first full weekend with her new dom, she’s flown to paradise. But quickly she learns paradise isn’t all it seems…and neither is the enigmatic man who’d brought her there.

  As the old saying goes, all that glitters is not gold.

  Chapter 1

  Five weeks after running into “Uncle” Shane Trant for the first time in ten years, my life has taken a completely unexpected turn. Not only was I now free of the burden of making two house payments every month--Shane bought the house I’d inherited from my mother--but I was also in a new “relationship.” This relationship was nothing like any I’d ever shared with a man before.

  I was Shane Trant’s submissive.

  I still didn’t know all the rules and expectations that went into our arrangement. But after last weekend, I’ve learned a little. I’ve made a few mistakes, and I’ve been punished. I can handle the punishments okay. The rewards…? Let’s just say they definitely make it all worthwhile.

  Turns out there are real advantages to having a master with nearly unlimited resources.

  “You are the luckiest girl on earth!” my best friend Jill said as she flounced onto my bed. Wearing a pair of jean shorts and a tank top, she was watching me pack for my first full weekend with Shane. Once upon a time I’d said the same about her--that she was the luckiest girl. She was an attorney with a great job and, until last week, a great boyfriend. “I wish he had a brother.”

  “I think he does.”

  “Find out for me, will you?”

  “Will do.” I smoothed a frothy white concoction of lace on top of the small stack of clothes I’d packed. I hadn’t expected packing for this weekend to be so complicated. Shane preferred me naked. That should have meant I didn’t need a lot of clothes, just a few things for going out. But on Wednesday he’d sent me a letter and a package. The letter contained a lengthy list of items to bring for our weekend together, including my passport. The package, hand delivered by courier, contained a handful of gorgeous, expensive day and evening dresses--purchased by Shane, of course.

  “Where do you think he’s taking you?” Jill asked, lying on her stomach, chin resting on her fists.

  “Since he told me to bring my passport, I’m assuming it’s somewhere out of the country. But I have no clue.”

  She gave a melodramatic sigh that was very much out of character for her. “He’s taking you on a trip. That is so freaking romantic.”

  “He used to live in Spain,” I said, thinking aloud as I wedged a few pretty bras into my suitcase.

  “Spain,” Jill repeated on a second sigh. “Spain! I’ve been wanting to visit Spain forever. The beaches. The Guggenheim. The Tomato Festival.”

  “Tomato festival?” I echoed. I hadn’t realized Jill was so into tomatoes.

  “Yes, you heard that right. It’s not what you might expect.” Jill’s expression was both wistful and lustful. “Close your eyes.” I closed them. “Now, instead of imagining dozens of white tents, vendors selling baskets of tomatoes, imagine hundreds of shirtless suntanned, young, scrumptious Spanish men throwing tomatoes at each other.”

  “Hmmm. That sounds…interesting.” The image in my head wasn’t so pretty. So instead, I imagined Shane lounging poolside, skin glistening, hair a mass of wet curls as I knelt next to him, rubbing suntan lotion on his scrumptious chest.

  Now that was something worth imagining.

  “I wish you could take me with you,” Jill said.

  With great reluctance, I opened my eyes. “I could talk to Shane—“

  “Don’t you dare. I wouldn’t dream of being the third wheel on your romantic trip. No way. Especially knowing what you two…might do. It’s all a little too much for me.”

  To be honest, it was all a little too much for me too. In fact, after my introduction to Shane’s in-home dungeon, which I’d initially dubbed the torture chamber, and the wickedly erotic things he did in it, I’d spent four weeks avoiding him. Rather, I’d spent four weeks running away from my feelings for him. But now, after spending a little quality time in that room last weekend, I wasn’t as terrified of it anymore. No, in a strange way, I was beginning to see the room in a new light.

  But I still was anxious about this weekend. I wasn’t sure if that jittery feeling would ever go away.

  As much as I would have loved to bring Jill along this weekend, I hadn’t expected her to say yes. I would have loved having her there for comfort, something--or rather, someone--from my world, the real world, to help me keep from losing myself. But I’d been the third wheel many times. It wasn’t fun. I couldn’t imagine how awkward it would be to be the oddball in a dungeon.

  A random thought popped into my head, and I couldn’t let it go. “You said you wanted me to find out if he has a brother. What if his brother is into domination and submission too?”

  “I’d have to think about that.” Jill’s nose scrunched up and her lips curled with disgust. Really, she shouldn’t be so quick to judge. She had no idea what she was missing. “Maybe he could be untrained?”

  “If he’s anything like Shane he wouldn’t be untrainable. And, given the chance, you might find out you wouldn’t want to untrain him.”

  “Don’t go there, bestie. Nonono.” Waving her hands in front of her face, Jill hopped off the bed and scurried to the door. “I don’t want to hear anymore. Time for me to go, anyway. I’ve got to finish up that deposition for Monday.”

  “Good luck.” I grabbed her on her way past, gave her a big hug.

  Jill gave me her serious lawyer look. “You’re happy, right? Really okay with all that
yes, sir, no, sir stuff?”

  “I’m really happy, yes.” Not a lie, though I couldn’t say for sure that I was happy about the yes, sir, no sir stuff. There was a lot yet I didn’t know or understand about being a submissive. I was, frankly, more than a little nervous about this weekend.

  “Okay. If it starts to be too much, do something about it. Don’t let him abuse you.”

  “There’s no abuse. It’s nothing like that.” I pulled out of her hold, going back to my very full suitcase.

  “I don’t know.” At my bedroom door, she gave me another serious lawyer look. “I want to believe that, but I’m skeptical.”

  “You can’t know if you haven’t tried it.”

  “That’s something I won’t do. No way. Not with my history.”

  “Yeah, I understand.” Jill had been abused by one of her mom’s boyfriends when she was a kid. Not only was she beat but also sexually molested. We talked about it once, when we were both very drunk. I’d concluded, even buzzed, that Jill could use some therapy. And I had a feeling it was the unresolved issues related to that abuse that caused the failure of her relationships. She was absolutely beautiful, smart, independent, and loving. But she’d suffered one failed relationship with a man after another. It killed me, watching her suffer through broken heart after broken heart. This last one she’d taken really badly. No doubt because it had been the longest and there’d been talk of marriage.

  Which reminded me…“Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked. “I could call Shane and tell him I can’t go--”

  “I’m fine. Anyway, I need to head home and get started on work. Unlike some people, I have a lot to do this weekend.”

  “Okay. Thanks for keeping me company last night.” I gave her an apologetic smile. When she left, I double and triple checked Shane’s list. If I missed anything, even the smallest item, I would be punished. If there was one thing I’d learned already, it was that it was better to avoid being punished.

  Once I had my suitcase all zipped up--a workout in itself--I set it on the floor, stood it on its wheels and pulled out the telescoping handle. After a quick glance at the clock, I double checked my hair, clothes and makeup. Shane liked me dressed in well fitting, chic clothes--usually a skirt and blouse--my hair down, sexy waves, makeup simple…and no underwear. That’s exactly how I was dressed today. But instead of the customary high heels, I’d opted for a pair that was a little more travel-friendly.

  I took my position at the door a few minutes before eight. He knocked at eight on the dot.

  I let him in and had a little moment.

  It was still hard to believe this incredibly gorgeous man was interested in me. He was not only stunning to look at, with dark good looks and a to-die-for body, but also rich. Like billionaire rich. He’d paid cash for my mom’s house. Didn’t even blink. I sold it to him for over three hundred thousand dollars.

  He was also articulate, intelligent, had immaculate taste, and was an incredible lover.

  But--and this was a big but--he’d made one thing clear from the start: we could be master and slave, Dom and sub, but we could never be lovers in the traditional sense. I would never be his fiancée or wife. I would never share his name or his home or carry his children.

  Thus, I’d told myself I should concentrate on enjoying what I did get out of our arrangement. Great sex. Some excitement. Some really nice gifts. And when I’d had enough, I would move on.

  “Hello,” he said as he stepped into my condo. He cupped my cheek and pulled me to him for a kiss. “Mmmm,” he said, his voice a low rumble that made my insides vibrate. “You look amazing.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  His tongue traced the seam of my mouth, and a pulse of erotic heat surged through me. My panties dampened as that heat swirled through my body and surged down to the juncture of my thighs. I opened my mouth, welcoming his invasion. It was gentle, an exploration, a seduction. The kiss took my breath away.

  When it ended, I realized I’d practically wrapped my entire body around his and was grinding against a thigh, wedged between my legs.

  “Later, my sweet girl.” He pinched my chin, holding it steady. “I’m going to make you so hot and desperate you’ll beg for me.”

  “Promise?”

  “Promise. But there’s no time for that now. We need to leave.” He took my suitcase in one hand, my hand in the other, and escorted me out to his car. He’d driven his zoomy BMW. It was black and sleek and classy, like him. The engine purred as he hit the accelerator, and we were on our way.

  He was quiet during the drive to the airport. It took every ounce of willpower I possessed to keep from asking where we were headed. Somehow, I managed. We drove down a winding street, within the property of the sprawling Detroit Metro airport, but we turned away from the commercial airline terminals. We parked outside of a large metal framed building. A small plane was just rolling out.

  A private jet? We were flying in a private jet?

  Ohmygod!

  Shane pulled the car into the now empty building and cut off the engine. Then he unbuckled, popped the trunk, said something to the man who’d come into the building as he circled the back end of the car. Finally, he opened my door for me and offered a hand as I stepped out of the low-riding vehicle.

  My nerves ignited as I straightened up. He looked so amazing, my chivalrous master. He was close enough for me to touch, to kiss. But it was forbidden. He could touch me anytime he wanted. Me, I could not.

  But the rules were what made things so much fun, as I was coming to appreciate.

  As we boarded the plane, my nerves were jumpy. I’d only flown once in my life, and that was a long time ago. My mother and I had flown down to Florida to visit some relatives. We’d taken a big commercial jet, smashed into little seats, along with hundreds of other passengers. Now I was reclined in a comfortable seat, watching Shane work on a laptop computer while we waited for the pilot to prepare for our departure.

  He glanced at me, smiled. “You should sleep now. We’ll be in the air for a few hours. I have work to do.”

  Knowing there was a good reason why he was suggesting I should sleep already, I nodded. “Okay.” I closed my eyes.

  It was still fairly early, and I wasn’t very sleepy. But the seat did feel comfortable. And it was fairly quiet. I concentrated on relaxing, willing myself to fall asleep.

  * * * * *

  I woke to the sensation of the plane bouncing. I didn’t know if we were taking off or landing. I opened my eyes, glanced out the window to my left and saw a lot of water. Very blue water. And white sandy beaches. And palm trees.

  We weren’t in Michigan. That was for sure.

  “We’re here.” Shane had his computer all packed away. “And I’m finished with my work. I’ll be able to focus on you for the rest of the weekend, only you.”

  I really liked the sound of that. I let him know by flashing a big, wide smile. “Thank you, sir.”

  He reached for me, ran a hand up my leg. It slipped under my skirt, and my breath hitched in my throat. Little waves of need pulsed through me. I craved his touch. Any touch. Even the smallest brush of a fingertip made little electrical charges buzz and zap through my body. And when his fingertips moved up my leg, closer to my sex, my stomach, chest, and legs tensed. Heat rushed to my center. I opened my legs a little, giving him access to my flesh.

  He chuckled. The low rumble vibrated through me. “You’re such a greedy girl.”

  Greedy when it came to him, oh yes I was. “Yes, sir.”

  His fingernail grazed my labia, and I shuddered. “Hmmm. Wet already.” That finger dipped between my nether lips then withdrew. I almost cried out, the agony was so great.

  His placed that finger on my lip, and my tongue darted out. I could taste myself. Sweet and mellow. He pressed his finger deeper into my mouth. I cushioned it on my tongue and pulled on it, sucking it deeper.

  “Mmmm. Is my girl hungry?”

  I nodded, suckling his finger, a tasty treat. Fir
e flickered in his eyes. I liked that fire. And I liked how his gaze was wandering down my body, his tongue moistening his perfect lips.

  He pulled his finger free. His jaw clenched a little, just enough for the muscle to visibly tighten. “Later, minx. You’ll get your treat later.”

  The door opened and we debarked. I noticed the rather large lump in his pants, proud that I had produced such a visible sign of his need. We were met by an agent, who asked for our passports with a heavy accent of some kind. After answering a few questions, I learned we were on the island of Antigua. Antigua!

  Shane took my hand once again, leading me to a dock where we boarded a luxurious boat. I stood on the deck, hands on the railing and breath caught in my throat as we sailed across clear blue waters. “We’ll be there soon. I’ve called ahead. Dinner will be waiting for us.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “You’re welcome.” He watched me for a moment. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

  “Very much. I’ve never been anywhere so beautiful. Thank you for bringing me here.”

  He said nothing. But his expression said a great deal. He was pleased. He took my hand, leading me from the deck. “We have a little time. Let’s go downstairs where we can have some privacy.”

  Privacy. My insides hopped around like caged rabbits.

  “Yes, sir.”

  He escorted me downstairs, a hand at the small of my back. Because I was wearing a thin summer dress, I felt the heat of his touch on my skin. It made my nerves sizzle and my blood simmer.

  I stopped at the bottom of the narrow staircase, in an area that looked like a living room or lounge. I turned to face him, not sure which way he wanted me to go. He caught me by the waist and walked me backward until I was flat against a wall. Trapped. Dark flames burned in his eyes and I went breathless.

  A hand closed over my breast, kneading the soft fullness and making me moan. The other hand gathered my wrists and pinned them against the wall, over my head. “You drive me crazy,” he murmured as he slanted down to nibble my neck.

  “You drive me crazy too,” I said on a sigh as I tilted my head to give him better access. When his tongue flicked over the sensitive spot just under my ear, I shivered. I felt goose bumps prickling my arm and shoulder.