Her Sweet Surrender: Billionaire Secrets - Book Four

by Sinclair, Drew

  It was going to be hard to control herself.

  If what he wanted was to see her fall apart and come helplessly before his eyes then he wouldn't have to do very much to her this time.

  She was already wet before they had crossed her small living room floor to get to the bedroom.

  "I've just been running." She said, struggling to hold onto him. He turned to lock the door, leaving a confused Redmond outside.

  "I don’t care. It's my rules now. You've had long enough to 'heal' and I've spent a fortune on the best therapists in the country helping you do it. If you aren't fixed by now you never will be."

  He flopped her down on the bed and then climbed on himself, his powerful, desire wracked body hovering over her.

  "If you have any objections to fulfilling our agreement to the absolute letter Ms. Falstaff, now is the time to express your misgivings."

  He waited a moment but she said nothing. Nodding his head he took out a set of silk bonds from his pocket and stretched one of her arms to the corner of the bed.

  Her heart and mind were racing.

  She wanted him, badly, more than she had wanted anyone or anything before in her life, but this sex game wasn't enough. Submitting to his mind blowing sexual fantasies, no matter how hot they were, could never be enough.

  "I want more." She said breathlessly as he tightened the knot on her other arm. She was immobilized and virtually helpless already.

  He moved down to her legs and made ready to bind her ankles as well.

  "I object." She said louder. "I object to this."

  He stopped moving, his broad shoulders bunched with tension.

  "Did you hear me?" She said, her confidence growing. "Did you hear what I said?"

  "I heard you." He replied, turning to face her. He stopped his work on her ankle and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. "I can't imagine what your objection could possibly be, however, you have always managed to surprise me Suzy Falstaff, so I'll admit I'm curious. So go ahead, tell me what's on your mind before I slowly turn this beautiful body of yours into a mass of pure, writhing, screaming orgasm."

  She pulled on her bonds and felt the wild thrill of pure unabated lust run through her. Wouldn't it be easier just to lie back and let him take control? All she had to do was surrender to him like she had done before and he would take care of blowing her mind, rocking her sexual world.

  No. No way. Not this time.

  "It's not enough." She said. "This little game is not going to satisfy me."

  He looked mildly incredulous and turned towards her ankles again to finish the job of tying her up.

  "If that's all you're worried about Falstaff, then trust me, it will be enough. More than enough. What we did together last time was just an introduction. What I have in mind for you today is going to change you forever."

  Jesus Christ, he had already done that.

  "And after it's over? Then what? We're done? Is that as far as your imagination can take you?"

  He stopped working on her final free ankle and turned to her again.

  "Excuse me?"

  "You heard me." It was getting difficult to speak with her excitement mounting so wildly. His presence, so close by after such a long time and in such unstoppable need of her was too intoxicating.

  And then the silk bindings…

  She gulped and struggled to continue.

  "I agreed to submit to you in the bedroom, but we never agreed on a time frame. Therefore, I take it as given that this is the one and only time that I will be your obedient little sex slave and then after that my debt to you has been cleared."

  He expression marked him out as caught between explosive, frustrated anger and a desire to take her helpless body that was so bad it made him hurt inside.

  "You can spit and kick all you want Mayweather." She pressed her advantage. "But you know it's true and a deal is deal."

  She was right. He hated to admit it, but the truth was that every time he had made this bargain with a woman he had specifically intended it to be for one night only. That was all he had ever wanted. If a woman came back looking for more, and they nearly always did, then it was always entirely on his terms only.

  But now the tables were turned and the conditions of his own bargain were being used against him as a ultimatum.

  He leaned in close to her, brought his lips close to her neck and inhaled deeply. The intimate gesture caused her to strain against her bonds. She squeezed her thighs together, seeking some kind of release from the mounting excitement, but it was useless.

  "Do whatever you want to do to me." She said, breathing heavily into his ear before nipping the lobe between her teeth.

  He groaned and drew back.

  "That's not allowed Ms. Falstaff. You're breaking rules and you will need to be punished."

  "And it will be the last time you have the right to do that. Our final night together."

  "Stop saying that." He stood up from the bed, exasperated. She was confounding him and despite her disruption of his plan to tease her into the wettest, loudest orgasm of her life he was growing more uncontrollably excited himself.

  "It's our last time." She repeated. "Unless you agree to revise the terms of our agreement."

  He watched her strain against her bonds and it wildly excited him. He would not let this be their last time together. Whatever it took, he would do it to make sure this pleasure would not end.

  "Tell me your terms." He said.

  "First untie me."

  "But you look so delightful the way you are. We can discuss terms with you still bound."

  "Untie me now." She said fiercely, a note of panic in her voice.

  "Of course." He said, shaking his head and setting to the task. "This is always about consent." He undid bonds and she quickly scrambled off the bed to stand in front of him.

  "I need a shower first."

  "Absolutely not. You are pushing this too far Suzy. Tell me your terms."

  How he could make even not taking a shower seem so sexy was beyond her.

  "Okay." She said. "Here they are. You give me one day on my terms, in the bedroom, and I'll give you not one, but ten nights on yours."

  For one timeless microsecond the all-powerful billionaire looked as though he had been stripped naked and slapped in the face, but then he recovered himself.

  "I can't do that Ms. Falstaff." He sounded pained. "That's not how it works with me."

  "Then it's one night only. After which we say goodbye." His mounting distress was obvious. She continued on, pressing her advantage. "We'll see each other through Nadia and Clayton I'm sure but other that there will be no contact--"

  "Okay, okay." He said hurriedly. "Tell me what this day with you will involve and I'll consider it."

  Despite still desperately wanting a shower, she was growing steadily wetter at the thought of him being willing to change everything about himself to spend more time with her.

  She could do this; she could make him crack in all the right places.

  She pushed him back to the bed where he landed on his elbows and then she dropped to her knees in front of him. He looked to be in a state of shock. She placed her hands onto his thighs and looked up at him, provoking him with that look she knew was guaranteed to make him hard.

  His taut flesh beneath the fabric of his suit was thrilling under her hands and his hair was in mouthwatering disarray from the brief excitement of earlier.

  It would be so easy to submit to him, let him do whatever he wanted to her, but if she could just hold on then the prize would be hers.

  He watched her in tense silence.

  "This agreement," she said, "would make you my property for the next twenty-four hours. Right here, right now, in this room."

  A shiver of excitement ran through the man's body. Did he look afraid? This fearless man who would face down terrorists, criminals, Mafia crime bosses was shaking at the thought of being in her power for just a single day?

  It seemed crazy, but it sure as
hell looked that way and made her hotter, harder and wetter than hell to think about it.

  She pressed on.

  "I will tell you exactly what to do and you will jump to it, unfailingly, without question and to the best of your strength and ability. Regardless of what the request involves."

  "You don’t know what you're asking of me." He said almost in a whisper.

  "I don’t care what I'm asking of you. You will do this, or tonight is our last night. We will never be together again under any circumstance."

  He was beginning to shake almost uncontrollably. Suzy's nipples hardened uncomfortably and her breath quickened in response to the changes in male body before her. He was clearly on the brink, but would he really do it in the end? And if he did, would she be able to change him in that one short space of time or would it only postpone the inevitable? Maybe she had struck a poor bargain. What if ten nights were too much and would leave him utterly sated of her?

  "Are you afraid?" She whispered. "Are you afraid of me Ruben?"

  "Terrified." He whispered. "Terrified to say yes, terrified to say no."

  "Then I'll make it even easier for you, even more interesting." She whispered in reply. "You give me one hour only, just one single hour and in exchange I will give you ten nights with me. You can use them whenever you want, now. or ten years from now. Randomly or all together. How you choose to use them is up to you."

  His body was rock hard under her touch but his masculine will power was melting away to nothing.

  "One hour." He said softly and as though he had just sold his immortal soul to the devil. "Just one single hour, with no questions, no mind games. You will give me my instructions and then you will be mine tonight."

  "Just my instructions." She said and placed her lips to each of his knees one after the other. "And I'm yours tonight or any other night you feel like calling in your debts."

  "One hour for ten nights." He repeated, trying to convince himself that he could do it. "I've obeyed you before Ms. Falstaff. I suppose I can do it again." He took a long deep breath and then looked at her with an expression of grim determination on his face. "Tell me what to do." He said. "Let's get this over with."

  If he had been sexy before…. God almighty Suzy felt like stripping him naked right there and fucking him to within an inch of his platinum plated life.

  "It's a deal." She quickly, before he would weaken. "And you never back out on an agreement Ruben Mayweather, so I want you to remember everything you've said, because if you do not fulfill your end of the bargain then this contract will be void and you can spend the rest of your life dreaming about those ten days with me."

  "A deal is a deal Falstaff, but make no mistake that your punishment tonight for this perversion of our earlier agreement will be severe. You have my personal guarantee."

  "Shut up." She said. "You've agreed. It's my rules now. Get up of your ass and follow me."

  She stood up and strode to the bathroom without looking to see if he had obeyed. When she heard the door close behind her she smiled. He would be as good as his word, she was sure of that, but now the pressure was all on her. She would have to move fast, think fast. One hour to rock this man's world….

  "Prepare the shower for me and then take off my clothes." She said.

  He looked at her without a trace of a smile. This was a very serious business.

  He turned on the shower and then stood in front of her. His air of complete subservience emboldened her further and as he unzipped her running top and slid it down across her shoulders to reveal the t-shirt underneath she felt no shame at the response from her own body. She wanted him to see it, fear it, be a slave to her desire.

  He took the bottom of the t-shirt and slowly raised it up to reveal her glistening, naked, mid-riff and tight sports bra. He stopped for a moment to look at the protrusion of her taut nipples through the smooth Lycra and lifted his arms up to remove the t-shirt completely. It was exhilarating for Suzy to watch him, knowing he was under duress, excited, conflicted, struggling to hold it together just so that he could have her his own way within the hour.

  He walked behind her now and undid the clasps of her bra to reveal her smooth back. It would have been pure perfection to him except that he was forbidden to issue any commands to its owner. Forbidden for now anyway, but that wouldn't last very long - just as long as he could be a good boy for the rest of his playmate's hour.

  He went to his knees and gently slid her running pants down. She stepped out of them and then he did the same to her underwear. Looking directly at her ass he realized, with dismay, that things were now totally out of control and beyond repair. Kneeling down had been a bad idea. His cock had shifted with the movement and was now already far too long, thick and hard for him to stand up straight again in the pants he was wearing.

  He was unable to move as Suzy walked around behind him and got into the shower. He had no option but to remain on his knees listening to her movements, hearing her breath, tortured by her presence and his desire to bring her to orgasm. A desire that was forbidden for now.

  When she had said an hour of his time in exchange for then nights he had convinced himself that he had been the better negotiator of the two, but now he wasn't so sure. His knees were beginning to hurt on the hard tiled floor but she hadn't released him yet. His cock was only getting harder as the seconds ticked by and he had never craved release more than at this moment.

  In the shower behind him Suzy was slowly losing her grip on the situation. She still had no plan but some instinctual force was driving her on to continue. She would have to rely on what little she knew about Ruben from her own experience together with the scraps of information she had gleaned from Candy.

  For one thing, she knew he didn't fuck. At least not in the sense that most people understood the term. It wasn't his thing. He brought women to pitch perfect orgasm, far beyond the realms of the conventional, humdrum, penetrative orgasm of other men, but still they were left pitilessly unsatisfied and he had been doing that for as long as Candy was aware. She had hinted at a 'relationship' she had briefly conducted with him, but which had never been consummated. Suzy had the impression that the strong-woman had never been able to fully let go of the experience since and she could totally understand her.

  She finished up her shower and stepped out onto the tiles. Ruben was still waiting exactly where she had left him - on his knees. She found a towel and watched him as she dried herself off. The situation was so hot that it was all she could do not to touch herself right there in the bathroom with him subservient before her.

  But she guessed he would probably like that, love it even. He might even come in his pants in front of her if that was his thing, which would be nothing less than he deserved. But she had formulated other plans by now and he was going to get a whole lot more than just what he deserved.

  She laid the thick towel down on the floor behind her and walked over to him.

  "I'm ready to be fucked now." She said and watched his broad back straighten at the words. She lay down on the towel and propped herself up on her elbows, her skin still tingling from toweling herself off, her hair still deliciously wet from the shower.

  Ruben turned around slowly. Her fully naked body was more tantalizing than he could have imagined and his cock gave a merciless twitch inside his tightly stretched pants.

  He rarely saw women naked, preferring to see his partners only partially revealed, and he was almost overwhelmed at the fullness of her beauty. He came onto his hands and knees to approach her, the direction of his gaze hidden by his brows, the position a lot easier on his stiffened member.

  Suzy shivered at his approach. She had never exposed herself so much to anyone, never been so provocative. It wasn't her thing, but yet it felt so damn right, so empowering, so incredibly sexy.

  "Take your clothes off." She said, breathless, her pale abdomen trembling.

  He complied immediately by coming up slowly to his knees again, removing his jacket, his tie, and
then his shirt to reveal the perfect sculpted body underneath. I was just as she had imagined and more - it was truly the body of a warrior. That this physique was not being used to regularly fuck women seemed a tragic wastefulness that only an indulgent billionaire could afford.

  She watched his hands go to his belt and saw the massive bulge imprisoned between his legs and it thrilled her. She had gotten to him alright. This raw hunger was for her, for her body, for her mouth and pussy, and for her desire to consume and be consumed by him.

  He undid his belt, unzipped his pants and pushed them down to the floor at his knees. His cock was strained heroically against his Calvin Klein's, jutting forwards like a battering ram of desire.

  Did he really have a problem fucking women? It sure as hell didn’t look like that.

  "Take everything off." She said, gulping at her own audacity. Ruben was a billionaire, a highly trained security professional and most of all, he was a dominant sexual predator. How long could she stay in control here?

  He pushed down his shorts and came up tall on his knees again without a hint of self-consciousness. His massive, thick, engorged member was fully primed and ready for action. Suzy experienced a flash of self-doubt. He was larger and hungrier by far than any boyfriends she had ever had.

  I can do this. God damn it, of course I can do this. She coached herself.

  He put his hands to her knees and them softly but irresistibly pushed them. He began lowering his head, holding her gaze with his as he did so.

  He was breaking the rules, but it felt so damn good…

  She threw back her head and shuddered in anticipation, but before he could go lower she steeled herself and began pushing her knees back together again. She wasn't here for short term gratification. If she wanted that she could just have let him have his way with her. Besides, he would in all likelihood exhaust her, use up her hour with his lust and then proceed to break her into little pieces with his own sexual demands.