Master Class: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (+ Bonus Book 'Silent Daughter 1')

by Linnea May

  She blushes and tilts her head, her eyes fixating on the city beneath us. “We shall see.”

  We shall see, huh?

  “Take another sip,” I tell her.

  She looks at me, contemplating for a moment before she finishes the entire glass at once. That’s not exactly what I told her to do, but I’ll trust her to know what she can handle. I take the glass from her hand and put it away together with mine.

  She’s still wearing her heavy coat and scarf. I take her by the shoulders and turn her around to face me.

  “You’ll let me undress you,” I whisper. “And you’ll do nothing but obey from now on. Understand?”

  “Yes.”

  Her cheeks are glowing with a hot pink, flushed with excitement and a taste of Champagne.

  “What’s your safe word?”

  “Ivy.”

  I nod. “Good girl. Don’t forget that. Ever. I will stop immediately if I hear you say it.”

  She nods.

  I free her of her scarf and coat. She inhales sharply when I kneel down in front of her, one hand tracing the back of her leg until it’s placed on her lower calf, the other hand reaching for her foot, gently lifting it and taking off her shoe. She’s wearing ballerina flats again, despite the cold temperatures outside.

  I repeat the same motion with the other leg and get back up on my feet. She’s still wearing the same dark blue jeans she wore when I caught her on her way home, and a thin blouse very similar to the one she wore in my office back then, but in a light blue color instead of white. The fabric is so thin that one can almost see through it, but just almost.

  Her eyes are on mine, a shy smile on her lips. Anticipating. Her calm demeanor is deceiving, as I know her to be turned upside down with both excitement and nervousness.

  She yelps in surprise when I wrap my arms around her and pick her up, grabbing her small ass as I push her up. She wraps her long legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, her small chest pushing against mine. Just as expected, I can feel her heart hammering behind it.

  I carry her to the bedroom, away from the open windows and any potential prying eyes out there, who might be trying to catch a glimpse of what is just for me to see.

  I wanted to tease her, to move slowly and drive her insane with want, but she leaves me no other choice. She’s not the only one who went home hungry on that day weeks ago.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  JACKSON

  I see her casting a look over her shoulder as we enter the bedroom. While she may expect me to throw her right onto the bed, that is not what I have in mind. I set her down on her feet next to the bed and we engage in a hungry kiss, initiated by her while my hands travel along the sides of her slim torso, down to the waistband of her jeans.

  She moans when I continue to unbutton her pants, hooking my finger inside the waistband to pull them down with me as I go down onto my knees in front of her.

  She’s wearing a black thong underneath that looks nowhere near as innocent as the rest of her outfit. I help her step out of each leg and remove her socks in the process, before I lean forward to kiss along her thigh with my lips. She’s trembling and breathing heavily as I close in on her center. I pause when I reach her core, placing a gentle kiss on her mound before I get back up on my feet and start to unbutton her blouse.

  Her hands reach for me, trying to do the same to my shirt, but I push them away. She huffs and shoots me a sulky look.

  I ignore her little gesture of discontent and continue to remove her blouse. Her bra follows shortly after. I hold her in place with a kiss, wrapping one arm around her, tracing along the bony line of her spine down to her perky ass while I use the other hand to pinch her left nipple. She has shown to be very responsive to anything that’s done to her in this area and I’m cursing myself for not having clamps with me. Watching her endure those would have been such a feast.

  She moans when I move further across her stomach, pausing just beneath her belly button before my hand slides underneath the fabric of her thong.

  “Are you ready for me?” I ask, cupping her mound.

  Her reply is a deep exhale, accompanied by pleading eyes.

  “Let me check how ready you are,” I whisper, enjoying her erotic moan when I move her lips apart and feel the wetness between them. She’s dripping with desire.

  “Good girl,” I praise her and she replies with a hearty groan as I start teasing her wet nub with my index finger. She’s squirming, pressing her body against mine and getting up on her toes, her legs parting while she savors my touch.

  I want her on my cock so badly, but I don’t think she deserves it quite yet. She’ll have to earn it, beg for it. That’s when I truly thrive.

  I plunge a finger inside her, cupping her throbbing clit with my palm. She’s so turned on that she starts rubbing herself against my hand in an urgent attempt to get off.

  “Get rid of the thong,” I command her, and she doesn’t hesitate a second to grab it with both hands and slide it down over her ass, letting it drop to the floor, all the while my hand is still between her legs, my finger deep inside her inviting walls.

  When I catch her eyes, I can see the vertigo of pleasure reflected in them. She’s so desperate for an orgasm, I wonder if I should allow her to have one right now, earlier than planned.

  I decide against it and remove my hand, licking my finger with relish as she stares at me, blushing with shame.

  “Turn around,” I say. “On the bed, on all fours. Your ass facing the foot of the bed.”

  She nods and obeys, following the instructions like a good girl and hollowing her back to grant me a better view of her perky behind.

  “On your elbows, hands together,” I elaborate my instructions.

  I expect her to throw me a quizzical look or ask me where I’m going with this, but instead she just follows my orders, lifting her ass higher as she leans forward on her elbows.

  I walk around the bed and produce a short piece of rope from my pocket.

  “Well prepared,” Lana comments as I begin to tie her wrists together and fasten them to the headboard.

  “Always,” I reply, smacking her ass with my right hand.

  She yelps, but hollows her back even further, as if she’s asking for more.

  I think she is.

  “You know, this is supposed to be a lesson, a punishment,” I say while unbuckling my belt. She turns her head to me and her eyes widen as I pull the belt out of the loops on my pants, turning it into a leathery sling in my right hand. “But I think you might be enjoying this a little too much.”

  She looks at me, her eyes wide with fear and anticipation.

  I’m careful with the first blow, and the faint gasp she lets out as the belt hits her milky flesh is a telltale sign of the soft sting she endured. I give her a moment to process the feeling before I hit again, harder this time.

  She sucks in air, but doesn’t make another sound, her forehead now resting on the sheets between her elbows.

  “This is for missing class,” I say, granting her an extra strong whip.

  She yelps in pain, and I add two more blows, each of them fierce but not too strong for her to handle. When I take a little break to give her some time, she’s wiggling her behind up in the air, her skin blushing from the impacts. It’s the most beautiful sight.

  I need to taste her, and remind myself what that alluring body tastes like, radiating and flushed with endorphins. She earns two more blows with the belt, both of which she takes with astonishing grace, not moving an inch except for her hands that are yanking at their restrains. She’s moaning into the mattress, her body squirming and her ass rocking from side to side as she processes the pain.

  She’s slowly drifting into that stage of afterglow, her moans growing quieter and longer. I throw the belt aside and start unbuttoning my shirt. She’s flying too high to notice me undressing. I get rid of my clothes, only leaving my black boxer briefs on for now and climb on the bed behind her, carefully placing my
hands on her burning ass cheeks.

  She groans and leans into my touch, exposing her clit as she does.

  “Beautiful,” I sigh. “So responsive and hungry.”

  She doesn’t say anything in reply, but digs her face deeper into the sheets.

  I spread her ass cheeks, exposing her even more until I’m faced with her glistening entrance. She stops moving and freezes with expectation.

  I lean forward and taste her, wasting no time on gradual exploration but going for her most sensitive spot right away.

  She recoils, accompanied by a cry of pleasure. My fingers dig into the hot skin on her ass, spreading her even further apart while my tongue continues to caress her clit.

  She’s helpless, going back and forth between desire and shudder, until I finally her the word I was looking for.

  “Please,” she pleads, muffled by the mattress.

  My cock has been only half awake until now, but hearing her say that word brings it to full attention within seconds. It’s the most erotic word that can come from a woman’s lips.

  “Please what?” I ask, stopping my treatment only for a moment.

  She clenches. “Please…”

  “Please what,” I repeat, slapping her ass. She shrieks in surprise, followed by desperate whining.

  “Please fuck me.”

  There it is.

  I have no intention of making her - or myself - wait any longer, and I climb up to the head of the bed to reach for the condoms I have laid out on the night stand. I throw a quick glance at her, but she’s hiding her face from me.

  “I want to see you,” I declare, grabbing her by the hips and turning her around. She follows and turns on her back, her arms still tied to the headboard above her head.

  “Better,” I growl, leaning forward to kiss her while I open the package and roll the condom over my length.

  She reciprocates the kiss with more hunger than ever, obediently spreading her legs to invite me in.

  I help her by placing my hands at the inside of her thighs, pushing her legs apart as I tease her with my tip.

  She sighs desperately, shifting beneath me and trying to move her hips closer.

  “So impatient,” I tsk-tsk, acknowledging her with a wicked smile.

  “Oh, come on!” She pleads, squeezing her eyes shut as her body continues to beg for my cock.

  I ought to punish her for her impudence, but my own need takes a hold of me, making it impossible to resist any longer.

  She welcomes me with the deepest, most desperate moan, arching her back as I fill her with my length, stretching her tight walls as I glide inside easily. She clenches around me, an alleviated smile on her face as she takes me in. She opens her eyes and searches for mine while I’m still hovering closely above her face. The blue in her eyes is shrouded with lust.

  I lean down and kiss her again, before straightening up to fuck her, properly.

  My thrusts are slow and appreciative at first, too slow for her. She yanks at her restraints, egging me on to increase the force I use on her - and I listen.

  Long and deep shoves follow in rapid succession to each other, making her squirm with desire. I grab her hips and lift her up, pounding into her with brute force that I feared could be too much for her, but she loves it. A smile accompanies her cries as I thrust into her, galloping toward my own climax.

  However, I will make damn sure that I’m not coming without her. I continue to fuck her while drawing along her wet clit with my thumb, causing her to shriek with pleasure.

  “I’m gonna-”

  “Yes, you will,” I say, increasing the pressure on her nub while my cock shoves into her.

  She squeals and arches her back, her rapid breathing a telltale that she’s nearing release. A sharp inhale and her eyes open wide with wonder announces the arrival of her climax. Her muscles are clenching around me violently, causing me to follow moments after her orgasm erupted.

  Strong waves of pleasure rock us into post coital relaxation, and I withdraw from her, eager to feel her heartbeat skin to skin next to mine as she calms down.

  I free her hands and lie down next to her, offering the curl of my arm for her to rest in. Her eyes are half closed as she rolls up against my side, her frail hand resting on my hard chest as she dozes off.

  I almost begin to worry about how long she passes out next to me. It’s been so long since I had a woman sleep next to me that I don’t remember what is standard in situations such as these. I feel drowsy myself and keep nodding off, but force myself to stay awake, so I don’t miss out on anything.

  So I don’t miss out on her.

  Her face has lost all its harshness, and she looks so different from the first day we met. That stubborn, arrogant girl who came up to me after class, scolding me for not being a real teacher, her speech lacking the respect I know I deserve and awakening the furious desire in me to break her. I wanted to see her beg for me, I wanted to make her cry in pain and pleasure, I wanted to see her lose those strict inhibitions that govern her everyday life.

  I managed to do all that. I’ve yet to see her on her knees in front of me, but beg she did, and she lost herself in me. She turned into a hungry bitch in heat, and she needed me to feed her.

  But there’s more to Lana.

  When I fended off her narrow minded accusations, I wanted nothing more than to annoy her, make her mad and put her in place in the bedroom. I never expected her to listen and then to doubt herself.

  There’s potential in her, a passion for something else than the path that has been laid out for her. I would like to see her walk that new path, and I’d love to help her get there.

  I don’t want to break her, I want to see her flourish.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  LANA

  It was nothing more than a short postsex nap, but when I open my eyes, squinting around the room in confusion, I feel not only disoriented but weirdly rested.

  “I was starting to worry.”

  His soft voice greets me from the side, and I just now realize that I’m lying in his arms, my hand resting on his muscular chest. The very same chest I was so desperate to touch and kiss a few weeks ago.

  “That was good,” I whisper

  He chuckles and squeezes me closer. “Glad to hear it.”

  “Sorry,” I add. “I didn’t mean to say that-”

  “I know what you meant, Lana.”

  He turns to me, placing a kiss on my cheek. “Are you hungry? Because I am.”

  I nod. “I could eat.”

  I haven’t had dinner yet and he wore me out quite a bit. My backside is still hurting from the belt. He whipped me with a belt, hard, and I liked it. I still can’t get over that. I quiver at the thought of it.

  I want more.

  It was such a cathartic experience. I’ve never been hit like this before, especially not during sex. It hurt, but it felt so right at the same time. I know that some people get off on pain, but I never thought myself to be one of them. Then again, I don’t think it was just the pain that drove me that wild. It was everything. His control, his care, his way of taking me, making me feel safe and so desperately wanted by a man who couldn’t be further out of my league.

  He orders us some food and has it sent up to the room. Because I didn’t give him a clear answer as to what I’d like to eat, his order goes a little out of hand, leaving us with so much food that the dining table inside the living room can barely hold all of it.

  I sit across from him, wrapped in a soft robe provided by the hotel and dig in to the best steak I’ve ever had.

  He casts me an amused smile. “Good?”

  “Very,” I reply, still chewing.

  “So, while you were avoiding me,” he says. “Did you happen to think about that homework a little more?”

  I wash the last bite of my steak down with champagne, relishing the decadence of it. In fact, I did more than just think about it. While I knew I didn’t want to face him for a while, I still planned to take some time for
figuring out exactly what I wanted to do with the idea he planted in me. As it turns out, thinking about it and using the knowledge from his class actually led to me having a first sketch for a business plan that could bring one of my ideas for apps to life.

  I wipe the corner of my mouth with a heavy cloth napkin to buy myself some time so that I could find the right words to explain it to him.

  “I have,” I say. “I actually started working on something… I think.”

  “You think?” He asks, looking at me with an amused smile as he leans back in his chair. He’s wearing the same white hotel robe that I am, looking incredibly delicious with his dark ruffled hair.

  “Let me hear about it,” he says, waving his hand.

  I clear my throat. The app I decided to follow up on is an idea I had when I first started college and realized how hard it was to socialize outside club activities.

  “What I think would be really nice to have is an app that helps you find people close to who are interested in similar things, like playing a certain game or sharing a hobby, and you could search for others to do it with via app.”

  “Like a dating app for socializing?” He asks, seemingly trying to grasp what it is that I’m picturing in my mind.

  “Yes, and not only to socialize,” I reply. “Like say, you need a certain tool for home repair, but you don’t have it and can’t or don’t want to buy it. So, you want to know if any of your neighbors might have one that you could borrow.”

  “Interesting,” he says. “Go on.”

  I continue to tell him more about the details of certain functions, while he listens, his eyebrows furling at some points, while he’s enthusiastically nodding at others. I haven’t thought out all the details yet, but as I talk to him, more and more ideas come flying to me, and I’m having trouble keeping them in order.

  “Can you code?” He asks eventually, interrupting my speech.

  I pauses for a moment, shaking my head. “Not really, I learned a little, but had to stop, because it didn’t fit my schedule.”

  “Things like that need to always fit into your schedule,” he argues, figuratively punching me in the stomach. “So, what you’re saying is, you’d have to hire someone to write the app for you?”