by Amber Heart
“Because she’s the one who called us all together,” Paula answered, giving her oldest daughter a smile. “Go ahead, mija.”
“Well,” Silvia said, her voice quivering with excitement. “Thomas and I...” Her voice broke.
Araceli’s grip on Donovan’s hand tightened.
“Thomas and I...” Silvia started again. “Oh, damn.” She wiped away her tears and waved her hand at her husband. “I can’t!”
“We’re going to have a baby!” Thomas practically shouted.
Araceli and Paula both shrieked. Donovan and Oscar both winced. Ara jumped up and ran around the table, throwing her arms around her sister. Silvia sobbed into first Araceli’s shoulder and then her mother’s.
Donovan knew how long Thomas and Silvia had been trying for a baby of their own. He caught Thomas’s eye and raised his glass in a silent toast. Thomas grinned in thanks. Once things settled down again, the questions started.
“When are you due?” Araceli demanded.
“October 11,” Silvia said. “I’ll be pregnant all summer.”
“I managed it twice,” Paula said, giving both of her girls a smile. “I promise that it’s worth it.”
“Are you going to find out whether it’s a boy or a girl?” Donovan asked, knowing that he would have to know.
“Control freak,” Ara teased.
“We think that we will,” Thomas answered.
“Mainly just to prove me right,” Silvia said with a grin. “I know it’s a girl.”
“Names?” Ara asked. “I suggest Araceli.”
“We’re still fighting over that,” Thomas said good naturedly.
“She’ll win,” Oscar said.
“Probably,” Thomas acknowledged. “But I won’t go down without a fight.”
Once dinner was over and Ara had congratulated her sister approximately a thousand times, she and Donovan took their leave. Araceli chatted happily the whole way home about the things she was going to buy the baby, and do with the baby, and call the baby, and what the baby was going to call her.
“You’re awfully quiet,” she said in a slightly accusatory tone when they got back to her apartment.
“Hey, I’m happy for your sister,” Donovan said as Ara turned away to hang up her light jacket. “It’s just that it’s a little awkward.”
“Awkward?” Araceli asked, spinning back around. “How is it...oh.”
Donovan held out a blue velvet box. A diamond set in platinum winked out at her.
“I was going to ask you to marry me tonight,” he said softly. “But there’s no way in hell I was going to steal your sister’s thunder.”
Ara stared at him, speechless. The first thing that popped into her mind wasn’t a yes or a no. “What about Ingram Norman?”
“It’s the digital age,” he said easily. “I can set up an office and a small staff here. If you say yes, that is.”
“Oh, oh, yes, obviously I’ll marry you.” She flung her arms around him. “Not sure about that ring, though.”
“You’re not?” Donovan asked in surprise.
“I do need to move my left hand occasionally,” she teased.
He set her back to her feet and took the ring out of the box. “Let’s test it out.”
Araceli held out her hand and he slid the ring on. “I think I can manage,” she finally whispered.
“I love you, Araceli.” Donovan cupped the back of her neck and looked into her dark eyes. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“Even if I never work for you?” she asked, a smile playing on her beautiful lips.
“You’re not Ingram Norman material,” he answered, catching her hand when she smacked him.
“And that’s why I love you so damn much.”
Bonus Chapter
“You’ve been staring at yourself in the mirror for the past twenty minutes,” Donovan said. “I’m starting to think that you’re getting a little vain.”
Araceli turned to face him, her hands on her hips. “Why did you let me buy this dress?” she demanded. “It’s clearly hideous.”
“And you’re clearly nervous,” he said, stepping up beside her. “Or blind.” She was wearing a vintage inspired dress in black. It was sleeveless with a lace overlay and she looked so good in it that he had to work to not take her into his arms right then and there.
He’d done her makeup in an old Hollywood style, with red lips and sharply winged coal black eyeliner. He straightened his suit jacket and put on an imperious look, trying to break the ice a little. “We’re going to be the best looking couple there.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t go,” she muttered. “I really, really, think that I shouldn’t go.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s not an option, baby.”
“Of course it is! I mean, I think I’m getting a stomach ache. It’s probably for the best if I call Arturo and let him know. I don’t want to get anyone else sick or anything.” Ara turned away from the mirror and reached for her cell phone quickly.
Donovan caught her hands in his and noticed that they were as cold as ice. He rubbed them briskly, trying to get some warmth back into her slender fingers. Her eyes were wide and slightly panicked and her breathing was rapid.
“Come on,” he said briskly. “It’s time to go. We’re already late.”
“Are you not listening to me?” she demanded, her voice shrill. “I can’t do this! And you can’t make me.”
“Of course you can,” Donovan said, knowing better than to smile. “And of course I can.”
“No, I can’t! And neither can you!” She frowned fiercely. “And don’t you laugh at me, Donovan Sutton!”
He held his hands up. “I’m not laughing at you, baby.”
“You want to though!”
Araceli grabbed her wrap and stomped out of the room. He followed her at a safe distance, grinning only when her back was turned and he knew that it wouldn’t get him a smack to the chest. At least he’d managed to get her moving.
The drive to the office was completely silent. Araceli had chewed all the lipstick off of her lower lip and she kept repeating, “Oh God, oh God, oh God.” under her breath. Donovan would have been lying if he’d said he wasn’t surprised that she was freaking out, but he’d also have been lying if he said it wasn’t a little funny. Ara was usually so confident. And she had every reason to be confident about what they were going to do.
He pulled up to the office and got out, walking around to open her car door for her. She didn’t make a move to get out. She looked frozen to the seat. “Come on. Put on a brave face,” he said. “What happened to not letting them see you sweat?”
“That’s why I wore black,” she informed him, taking a deep breath. “Donovan, do you think I’m doing the right thing?”
“Yes.”
“You didn’t even think about it!” she burst out.
He reached into the car and took her hand, pulling her to her feet. “Because I don’t need to. I know that you’re doing the right thing, Araceli. There’s never been a doubt in my mind. Now, touch up the lipstick and let’s get in there.”
Araceli frowned. “My lip...” She glanced in the side mirror. “Oh crap.”
A minute later, with her lipstick fixed and her grip tight on Donovan’s hand, she walked into her office.
“There she is!” Arturo said. “The lady of the hour has arrived!”
Her family cheered and clapped. Araceli buried her face against Donovan’s shoulder.
“Are you sure you think I can do this?” she asked.
He cupped her face in his hands and looked down at her. Her whole body went warm from the affection in his eyes.
“Yes,” Donovan said firmly. “And you think you can too. You’re just scared to make it official. Come on. Your poor uncle just wants to retire. Run this business and give him some peace for God’s sake!”
Araceli squared her shoulders and took a deep breath. Then she turned to face her family. “Let’s sign these papers!
” she shouted happily. “You’re looking at the new owner of Vasquez Accounting Services!”
The Secret Play Room
Billionaire BDSM Alpha Male Erotica
By Amber Heart
I made my way through the revolving doors into the brand new shopping center. Fuck me, what a view! Giant pillars erupted from the floor and scaled all the way to the ceiling. Fancy statues, lights, and decorations were scattered all over the place. The walkways were packed to the brim with visitors, but that didn’t put me off. If anything it made me more excited!
There are so many paths to follow and shops to visit, where do I even start? If my best friend Deborah was here, she’d love this. Too bad she chickened out because she thought it would be too busy. Ah well, I’m sure I’ll be able to find some fun on my own! After soaking in the amazing site, I decided to follow the crowd and see if anything took my interest.
The signs are a bit overwhelming at first, but the center seems to be split up into three different sections: shopping, entertainment, and the food court. I followed the crowd to the shopping section and oh my god what a selection! I never have to shop anywhere else again, this place is magnificent. I made a promise to myself that I would behave today. Money is tight, so I’m limiting my self to one new piece of clothing.
If I can find a sexy new pair of underwear, today will be a good day. I broke up with my long term boyfriend a few weeks ago and I think I’m ready to move on. It was a mutual decision, we just lost our ‘spark’, you know what I mean? We wished each other the best and then went our separate ways.
After twenty minutes of searching, I finally spotted the shop I was after. Victoria’s Secret. It was tucked away at the far end which I think is a wise choice. Can you imagine the complaints they would get if it was near the entrance? People just love to moan nowadays. I made my way in and everything looked so fresh and new.
The store smells amazing and there isn’t a single scratch anywhere. It feels as if the shop has just been built for a special Princess, such as myself! I look around at all the different sections and drawers and finally catch an adorable red thong that is too hard to resist. Looking at the price tag makes me cringe, but a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do! I can’t help myself, sue me.
I head over to the counter to pay where I’m greeted by the friendliest cashier ever. I usually feel fifty fifty when buying new underwear, but this lady didn’t make me feel awkward one bit! I left the store with a smile on my face and wondered which lucky guy would get to see my try this new thong out. Enough fantasizing, I need something to eat!
I ignored the signs and followed my nose. The smell of all the different foods combining together was heaven. I don’t know what I’m craving to be honest, I’ll just grab whatever looks nicest when I find the damn food court! After what felt like forever, I finally found the food court. Holy. Shit. This place is absolutely massive! You could fit five football fields in here and still have room for a basketball court.
I really was spoilt for choice in here. Do I want something healthy? Do I want something covered in grease? Decisions, decisions. Moments later a little boy walked past with a burrito the size of his head. That’s what I’m getting, no where do I get one? I find the store a few minutes later and decide to go for a small one in case I don’t like it. I can always get another one if I’m still hungry or better yet, try somewhere else!
I grabbed myself a bottle of water and went to sit down at the tables which were provided. I sat back and enjoyed the moment. I enjoyed every bite of my food and sipped at my water while I watched people for the next thirty minutes. It’s a guilty pleasure of mine, but I am confident everybody does it. People are fascinating, aren’t they?
Just as I was about to get up to leave, a tall, handsome man put his hand on the chair opposite me and made an open gesture.
“Is this seat taken or can I keep you company?” He smiled and waited for my response.
I looked around at all the open tables, there was no shortage of places to sit. “I was just about to leave, but I’ll stay and chat since you’re so cute.” I could tell I caught him off guard. I love that little reaction when you hit someone with something they weren’t expecting.
“Well you’re not shy are you? I’m Jake.” He looked at me as if he was trying to figure me out. He mustn’t be used to girls being so forward with him. I can’t help it, if I like what I see I’m not going to hide it. Why do guys have to be the ones who do all the work?
“Hi Jake, I’m Sarah. What brings you over to my table?” I leant forward and brought my elbows together to pad out my cleavage a bit more. I caught him taking a tiny glimpse as I positioned myself. Perfect.
“When you see a pretty girl sat on her own you have to at least try to get into her pants. Opportunities don’t come around like this very often.” He looked me up and down and I could feel those dark, piercing eyes undressing me.
“You’ll have to warm me up a bit more before you get any of this.” I waved both hands over myself jokingly. We both laughed and the tension in the air eased up a bit.
“How about we get to know each other a bit more while I give you a tour of the place?” My body began to warm up and get excited. I like where this is going! If I don’t fuck this guy before the end of today I will be fuming with myself.
“A tour? Do you work here or something?” A smile grew across his face and he looked down at the floor. After a second he locked eyes with me again.
“Something like that, I own the place.” My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. No way, he’s pulling my leg here.
“Get lost, stop trying to wind me up.” He laughed and reached into his pocket to pull something out. He opened his hand and sitting on his palm was a single key. I scoffed at him “You think because you have a key that makes you the owner? Prove it.”
Jake didn’t look too concerned that I didn’t believe him. It looks like he was enjoying it actually. Could he really own this place? Why would he bother sitting down with me if he did? He smirked and then replied “Okay then, I will. Let’s go.” He stood up and I mirrored him. Where was this going to go? Am I on a prank show or something?
He held out his arm and left a gap for me to squeeze my arm in. “Would you mind holding onto this while I go for a walk?” I couldn’t help but laugh “That was incredibly cheesy, but it worked. Where are you taking me?” We set off in what seemed like a random direction “You’ll see, just wait. I promise you won’t be disappointed.” The aura of cockiness that eroded from him was irresistible. I had to find out if he was telling the truth or having me on.
We made our way down a long abandoned corridor. It look like they hadn’t gotten round to putting stores here yet. The place was barren. At the end of the corridor was a lift and it looks like we’re heading towards that. “An elevator? Look, this is looking a bit dodgy. You’re going to have to do some explaining before I go any further.”
Jake stopped in his tracks and turned around “Fair enough.” He took a step towards me and stood by my side. He pointed at the elevator “Behind those doors is the best sexual experience you will ever have. I wasn’t lying when I owned the place. When we get in that elevator, I put in my key and it takes us to a secret floor, where I have the most luxurious room you will ever lay your eyes on.”
I stared at the elevator with bewilderment. Was he telling the truth or was he just a fucked up nut job playing around with a gullible girl? “Say I were to believe you, what exactly would you have in store for me up there?” Jake let out a sigh of relief “I was scared you were going to chicken out for a second there. Upstairs I have a dedicated play room with every adult toy you can imagine. We can try whatever you like. If your imagination can come up with it, we can act it out upstairs.”
My heart was nearly pounding out of my chest. I’ve never had the opportunity to experience serious BDSM play. I’ve always fantasized about being a dirty little slave girl who gets punished by her master. “So BDSM toys?”
I could hear t
he excitement in Jake’s voice. He could hardly contain himself, at least he seemed genuine and not a creep. “You won’t have even heard of half the toys I have upstairs. Do you like to be the sub or the dom? I swing both ways.”
Wow, that caught me off guard. A ripped, handsome, tall, put-together billionaire likes to be dominated by little girls? Now that is something I would like to try out. I think I want to try being the sub first though, that’s what I always think about when the shower head is pressed against my clit!
“I like the idea of being a sub. You really have a way with words, you know that? How can I trust this is real? I’m horny as fuck and I want to pounce on you now. But you can understand why I’m hesitant getting in an elevator with a complete stranger.”
With a sudden burst of energy, Jake leant forwards and planted his lips onto mine. The warmness of his face and lips sent tingles down my spine. The wetness of his lips and tongue was just right. He massaged my tongue with his and made my legs give out. He caught me and stopped me from falling over whilst breaking the kiss. He held my face in his palms and looked me straight in the eyes.
