Locked In (Locked in Love) (Volume One): An Alpha Billionaire Romance

by Song, Myra

  Except I apparently love when Locke bosses me around, because before I know it, my hands are drawing my knees to my armpits. My pussy is aching, swollen and exposed to him. This is so unlike me, so surreal, and I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been.

  “The punishment for dropping your hands without permission--” Locke toys with me, dragging his fingertips across the hyper-sensitive skin near my clit, making my hips jerk. “--Is letting me fuck your ass. Hard.”

  Heat flames through my cheeks. I’ve never done it in the backdoor.

  Okay, here’s a secret. I’ve actually only had a few lovers. Hence the freaking ages since I last had sex. And all of them, with one exception, were basic vanilla. Missionary, thrust-and-grunt types.

  My last boyfriend had changed that. He’d figured out that I like things a little, well, rougher. But we’d broken up over a little problem of his called infidelity and so here I was, inexperienced and in a dry spell.

  Locke has this knowing smile on his face, though, and I don’t want to let him win. It scares me a little to think of him up my ass, but if he’s as skilled with that as he is with his fingers and tongue--

  I nod and even dare to smirk.

  He laughs. And then he strips and I immediately regret my bravado.

  Jameson Locke has a body models would kill for. His broad shoulders and chest are covered in ropey muscle. His waist tapers a little, but it is wrapped in more abs than any man has a right to. My mouth salivates at the “v” that leads down to--

  Oh. Oh, my.

  Locke’s cock is spectacular. It’s thick and long, its mushroom head tantalizing. He is so hard it is pointed toward the ceiling and, well, I blush deeper realizing that’s because of me.

  But it is a large dick. And he’s asking to put it in a very tight place.

  As if sensing my worry, he smiles more gently. “You can say ‘no,’ Elise.” He says my name like it’s sacred, rolling in his deep baritone, and I sigh. “I know how intimidating my size and sexual prowess can be.” That gentle smile shifts into a smirk.

  Screw this guy. Screw his arrogant, chiseled face and his stupid, arrogant proposals.

  But first… screw me in the ass.

  I’m not going to let him get smug over this.

  Remember, Elise. This is a one and done kind of deal. I roll onto my stomach, thighs pressing firmly into the front of the desk, and wink at him over my shoulder. He doesn’t need to know that inside I’m getting chills from fear. You only live once, and all that shit.

  Locke looks surprised and I feel a wash of triumph.

  It doesn’t take him long to recover. From the pocket of his pants on the floor, he pulls out a condom and a small packet. I eye him hungrily as he rolls the condom on, worrying my lip again at the size.

  He tears the packet open with his teeth and squeezes something onto his finger. I shoot him a dubious look and he smiles, chiding “It’s lube. You’re going to want it.”

  Yes. Yes, I did.

  And, in a surprisingly gentlemanly move, he warms the lube first by rubbing it between his fingers before slicking it against my tight opening.

  A sigh escapes my lip at his touch. It’s gently, the probing soft. I press my forehead to the desk because I don’t want him to see the blush that’s staining my cheeks.

  Locke’s touch is sexy as hell. His fingers are deft, working me open slowly, never pressing too hard or too fast. I wouldn’t have pegged him as this thorough, especially rocking the monster hard on he has. That can’t be comfortable.

  A pressure builds against my anus as he pushes a finger in. It glides, my body barely resisting, and I find myself breathing a bit easier. If it is this easy, I can take him, no problem.

  The gentle stretch becomes more strained as another finger joins the first. He moves them slowly, pushing in and out. The feeling of my ring as it begins to stretch… God. It feels like pleasure, but trepid pleasure. My worry is making it impossible to relax completely.

  His fingers begin to speed up. I’m grunting a little as he fucks my ass with his fingers. There is some burning and I wince, but then he starts doing this little twist with his fingers. Fuck. It feels incredible.

  My pussy, still wet from my previous climaxes, defies the odds and starts to swell again, the nerves waking back up. Unbelievable. I’ll never admit this to the self-righteous jerk behind me, but Locke really knows how to work a woman’s body. This has already been some of the best sex I’ve ever had, and his cock hasn’t even made it inside of me yet.

  When I squeeze my thighs together to ease the tension between my legs, he chuckles. “Eager, are we?”

  Despite my worry and backdoor virginity, yeah, I’m eager. His fingers are working me fast now and I’m ready for something bigger. I want to feel him inside of me. I want to be impaled on him, then piss him off, then have him take that frustration out of me.

  It feels like I’m about to get my wish. Locke’s fingers withdraw and I can feel the bluntness of his cock replacing them at my opening. He nudges me, slowly, feeling me out. I press back, but he skirts away.

  Groaning in frustration, I try to provoke him. “Are we fucking? Or were you all talk?”

  I can practically feel his grin. “Elise, baby. The finer things in life shouldn’t be rushed, and you are the finest piece of ass I’ve had in a long time.” His voice is a growl, creating a low ripple through me, as if his very words were claiming my body for his own.

  My mind should be so pissed off by now. Baby? Piece of ass? But it’s not. Instead, my heart is fluttering and my pussy is singing for him because his words make me feel hot. They make me feel sexy.

  As his words heat me through, I relax and--

  Locke pushes into me, filling me inch by steady inch with his hard-as-iron cock.

  I gasp, instincts taking over and clamming me up, but he’s there, his arms braced on either side of me, the tickle of his breath in my ear. “Jesus, you’re so tight,” he groans. “You’re so fucking sexy, Elise.”

  My body relaxes and welcomes him in, the intense burning and pressure giving way to hints of pleasure.

  Locke rocks his hips into mine and he’s in all the way.

  I’ve never felt so full of a man before. His smell wraps around me, and it’s the same as it was in the office-- that fine cologne, sandalwood and pine. It’s so musky, masculine, and I’m trembling in his arms because it calls to me on some ancestral level. Like, caveman-style, I want him to take me hard now.

  My hips wiggle and push back and he hisses. Locke stands up, placing his hands on my hips, anchoring himself and me. “I can’t wait to fuck this ass raw,” he growls, and my mind yelps yes, yes, yes!

  Locke’s fingers dig into the soft flesh, spread wide, controlling, and he withdraws almost to the tip, leaving me feeling empty, vulnerable--

  And then thrusts back in, hard. My body shakes and quakes and I scream and

  ohmyfuckinggod--

  Locke

  I’m going to lose it.

  I’m going to lose it any second because Elise is screaming my name. Her fingernails are practically scoring the desk as I pump into her.

  This woman. She’s so tight, her body pliant beneath me. My balls are tightening, and her gasps and mewls are egging me on. Have you ever heard a woman mewl from the pounding you’re giving her? It’s the sexiest sound on earth.

  I hadn’t planned on it going this far. When I’d come to her apartment and office, I’d thought I’d throw her a quick screw, a job, and leave.

  Her anger, though. It hooked me just as much as the dirty Chucks she wears. Elise is a grounded wire, waiting for someone to step on her. She wants it, because she thinks she can shock them.

  She can’t shock me.

  Well, that isn’t entirely true. When I said I was going to claim her ass, I’d expected her to fight me for it. Especially when she eyed the size of my package. But Elise rolled over and actually challenged me to take her there.

  It was made more unbelievable when I preppe
d her. Her body’s reactions made it obvious it was her first time. But she didn’t complain, or whine. No. She’d said… what was it? “Are we fucking? Or are you all talk?”

  Yes, I was a little shocked.

  And as her tight ass grips my cock while I slam away, I’m feeling something new. Something I’m afraid to feel.

  Interest.

  I want to push her more. See how far I can shove against her boundaries. She carries herself like someone who doesn’t take shit. What would she do if I--

  My hands release from her hips. I thrust hard, pinning her to the desk, but don’t withdraw. Instead, I start grinding my cock in her, relishing the sweet heat and her longing whimpers.

  Her skin is soft under my fingers. I trace her ribs before reaching under and grabbing her tits, squeezing them hard. Elise cries out and struggles a little and I have to take a deep breath to keep from blowing my load.

  Releasing her breasts, I slide one hand down the front of her, caressing her belly. The other slides up, up, until I wrap my fingers around her throat. Beneath me, she tenses, but she doesn’t say no.

  A hiss escapes my lips. Moving back from the desk, I pull her with me. Just enough room to slip the hand that was on her stomach down between her legs.

  As soon as my fingers graze her swollen clit, Elise jumps a little and I feel it in my cock. In return, the fingers on her neck squeeze --just a bit-- and she writhes in my grip.

  This is how I start the dance. A slow grind or a quick, hard thrust. She squeals. My fingers circle her clit, not quite touching it, until she’s heaving with need under me. Then the hand on her neck tightens. Just slightly.

  Elise’s breathy moans have become wheezes. Her body is rocking against mine and I know she’s close. That’s okay, I am, too.

  The smell of our sex is all around us. The soft feathers of the hair that’s come loose from her ponytail tickle my cheek. There is something static in the air, an electric charge.

  I don’t want to hold back anymore.

  I fuck her again, slamming in and out with no warning. I clamp the hand on her throat all the way, cutting off her air. This gives me a head rush, knowing what I’m doing to her. My fingers hold her life right there, her pulse beating erratically beneath the pads of my fingertips.

  I pinch her clit and that’s all it takes. She’s coming apart, spasming, mouth gaping to scream out but she can’t because I’ve got her by the throat.

  I come, hard. It’s blinding, this orgasm, sweeping through me, my balls tight as I spill into the condom in her. Elise is quaking now, her ass clenching, milking me for all I’m worth, and it is bloody fucking heaven.

  My hand releases her throat first before I slip out of her body. Instantly, I regret it, because she was so warm, so firm and yet pliant.

  Elise catches herself on the desk, her cheek pressing to the top of it as she gasps for breath.

  While she collects herself, I roll off the condom and toss it in the trash. I’m dressed before she lifts her head again.

  “You’re psycho,” she rasps. “Who chokes a girl they’re fucking?”

  It isn’t the first time I’ve been called that. Poor Elise… that was only the start. Danger and sex go together. You can have sex with anyone. But it takes a special someone to mix in that dose of risk--

  “I don’t know. Who comes that hard while being choked?” And she had. I’m almost hard again thinking of how violent her orgasm was.

  She doesn’t retort. Instead, Elise shrugs and shifts to sit on the edge of her desk. She’s still naked, taking in my now-dressed figure. If it was anyone else, I’d be in the position of power, my clothed to their unclothed.

  Elise doesn’t give me that impression, and it galls me as much as it intrigues me. No one, especially not this little Private Eye, gets the one up on me.

  My life depends on it.

  “Well now, Locke,” she says while having the audacity to look at her fingernails. “What’s your second proposal?”

  “Come work for me.”

  Her nose wrinkles. “You… want to hire me.” She sounds dubious and it makes me want to laugh and get irritated at once. I like a little playtime, and she’s certainly been the best diversion I’ve had in ages. But Elise’s opinion of me seems surprisingly doubtful, and that ticks me off.

  It shouldn’t, of course. I have clients far worse than her. But they have the money and the aristocracy to back their elitist snubbery. Elise is a fucking private investigator who lives in a shit part of town.

  “Yes,” I continue, keeping my cool. “I’ve got an event coming up and I’d like to--”

  “You already hired police for it.” She says this deadpan, her eyes narrowing.

  How did she know that?

  “Just a guess,” she offers, chuckling, “And your face confirmed it.”

  Did it, now? I have a phenomenal poker face. Alarms are sounding in my head. Code fucking red. If this girl can read me that easily, I need to leave her office now. The games I play are of the highest stakes and I can’t afford to lose.

  Leave now, Locke. Tell her it was fun, tell her you changed your mind, whatever it takes, but leave.

  “I did hire the police. I also want to hire you.”

  “For an event you’re hosting.” She never loses the tone of disbelief.

  “Yes. It’s a jewel auction, and a chance to showcase my newest safes and security systems--”

  She holds up a hand. “Whoa. You want me and some podunk police officers to guard your jewel auction-- and the demonstration of your newest, best safes and security systems?”

  The frown is on my face before I can control it and it is another warning. Elise is making me feel… well, she’s making me feel. Period. I don’t do emotions, not with business transactions. Or pleasure.

  Elise is turning into both, and the fact that she can get under my skin so easily doesn’t bode well.

  Problem is, I never know when to quit. Some part of me, under the bluster and the irritation? It’s excited.

  Elise is sexy. She’s fun.

  And she’s fucking smart.

  I might not need her kind of smart in my life, it was dangerous. But I longed for a challenge and holy hell, she was the biggest one yet.

  “Yes. As I explained to your Captain--”

  “Ex. Ex-Captain.”

  I sigh. I’m not used to being interrupted. Men like me, with money and the balls to wield it, don’t get interrupted. “Elise, I’ll tell you about the damned job if you’d keep your mouth shut.”

  She smirks and I ball my fist. “As I was saying,” I grind out. “I’d love to have you come work my auction. I’ve spread my own employees out too thin, and at this kind of event--”

  “You’re so full of shit.” She hops off the desk and saunters to her small kitchenette, naked ass swaying in a way that makes me want to bite it as much as I want to spank it.

  “Excuse me?”

  “You don’t need me and you don’t need a bunch of cops. If you did, then your security systems aren’t worth jack. No… either you just enjoy manipulating people, or you want a big presence to impress God-knows-who. But hiring us plebs for ‘protection?’ Please.” She looks purposefully over her shoulder to ensure I catch her eye roll.

  She is one hundred percent right.

  But money worked for the Chief, so--

  “I’ll pay you twenty grand for your time.”

  She pauses. Because she’s naked, I see her spine stiffen. Glancing around the apartment, I know twenty grand will go far for her.

  I start reaching in my pocket to text my driver.

  “No.” She says, voice shaking.

  It’s my turn to pause. “No? You’re going to turn down twenty thousand dollars for what is, in your opinion, a bullshit job?”

  She whirls and stares at me. “Yes,” she hisses. “I’m not stupid and I do not like to be used in anyone’s plots and schemes. My gut is telling me that’s what’s going on, so no. I won’t take the job.”

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nbsp; I can tell her pulse is racing by the heave of her chest. Her pale skin is blotched in crimson. Whatever I’ve done, I’ve struck a nerve. For the life of me, I can’t figure out why it’s left me with a pit in my stomach! So she said no. I don’t hear it often, but it is probably for the best.

  “I think you should leave,” she sighs. “Thanks for the sex.”

  I’m being dismissed, too?

  Pulling my card case out, I hand her my card. “In case you change your mind.”