Chained to You (Bounded and Contracted #1; Dark Billionaire #1-2)

by Alexia Praks

  “Hello?”

  A chuckle sounded, and then, “Took you long enough. How’s your afternoon going, sweetheart?”

  I blushed at the comment. We’d only started our master/mistress relationship, for God’s sake. He needn’t call me sweetheart.

  “James?” I asked.

  “Yes, sweetheart.”

  “Why are you calling?” I couldn’t help myself.

  “To see how you’re getting on,” he replied.

  I licked my lips. “I’m fine.” Then I wondered if I should tell him about William.

  “Good,” he said. “Look, I won’t be there until late tonight. Sorry, sweetheart. Will you be okay?”

  “Of course I’ll be fine. I’m a grown adult, after all,” I said matter-of-fact. Then I hesitantly murmured, “James?”

  “Hmm?”

  I changed my mind instantly and said, “See you tonight, then.”

  He laughed. “Will you be ready for me?”

  “Huh?” I was confused.

  He got straight to the point. “Just hearing your voice makes me hard, Mia.”

  I blushed profusely. “I… That’s not possible,” I stammered.

  He laughed, his voice loud and clear. “See you tonight, sweetheart.”

  I nodded as I said, “Okay. Bye, then.”

  I heard the click and then silence. I hung up as well, wondering once again if I should have told him about William after all.

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  CHAPTER 20

  Mia

  When I woke up just after midnight, it was to see the handsome billionaire standing at the end of my bed, watching me. I blinked and sat up, arranging the duvet around me properly to cover me in a more decent fashion. I had no idea why I felt shy all of a sudden for him to see me without much clothing on. After all, the man had already seen me naked, had already been intimate with me.

  I blushed thinking about it. Thank goodness there was only the bedside lamp on, and surely, the man wouldn’t be able to see my face properly.

  “I did wait for you,” I said, tucking my hair behind my ear. “But I got sleepy.” I knew I sounded like a child, but it was the truth.

  After he’d called me, I mucked around trying to find books to read. I happened upon some in his office. Mainly about business and self-improvement. I selected one of the many self-improvement books, and it certainly was enlightening.

  After that, of course, I had dinner and then read some more, and then at just after ten, I got tired and decided to wait for him in bed instead. Then half an hour later, I knew no more and, voila, here I was, waking to see him right there before me like a very handsome shadow within my dreams.

  He smiled and cocked his head to one side. “I trust your day went well?”

  “It was okay,” I said mildly. “You’ll take me to see Andy tomorrow, right?” I needed to confirm our plan again.

  “Andy, Andy, Andy…” he said. “Is he the only person you ever think of?”

  “Of course,” I said without much thought. “He’s my brother.”

  He nodded with… a sour look on his face. He stepped forward and easily pulled the duvet off me. I blinked as my skin touched the cool night air and my bare legs came into his view.

  Was this what he meant when he questioned if I’d be ready for him when he returned? Hadn’t we only had sex this morning?

  He smirked, and I noted the glint in his eyes.

  “James?” I asked.

  He rested his hand on my thigh and stared deep into my eyes. Instantly, I saw the fire within them, and my core twisted and tightened in response. Slowly, his hand made its way up and touched the warmth beneath my panties. Then he started rubbing against the thin fabric. The strength and warmth of his hand instantly lit a fire within my core, and I sucked in my breath. He moved into a rhythm as he watched my face. I tried not to show too much, but I couldn’t help myself. I groaned again and again as my panties became wetter and wetter and his movements grew rougher and rougher.

  “You’re so beautiful, Mia. Every time I touch you, you give me that lustful expression. It’s fucking hard to resist.”

  Suddenly, his lips were against mine and he kissed me wildly and passionately. His tongue plunged into my mouth and began stroking, caressing. I whimpered as he continued to seductively assault me. My body became weak and heated, melting against his. Then my shirt was gone, followed by my panties. He stared at me long and hard, as he had this morning, and then a smirk appeared on his face.

  “Such an incredible body,” he said. “Obeying my every command.” He cupped my face and whispered softly, “Such a beautiful expression.”

  I didn’t know I wore such an embarrassing expression on my face, even though it pleased him. But I didn’t have to think about that when he leaned forward. Then slowly and erotically, he swiped his tongue across my lower lip. My whole being flared with pleasure, and I wanted more. Then he nibbled on the lip, playing with the flesh, which made me hot and bothered. After he’d had enough, he turned his attention to my neck, and there he began licking and kissing while his hands, hot and eager, were everywhere, caressing me.

  I was lost in James Maxwell’s wonderful world of intoxicating seduction when I felt his hardened manhood enter me in one searing, powerful thrust. At the same time, he gently bit onto the flesh at the base of my neck. Then he started driving in and out of me, his rhythm slow and tender.

  I clung onto him and cried out in pleasurable delight as we danced together. It was wonderful, and I found myself loving it. I wanted it to go on forever. When he moved my knees out farther to accommodate him, I sucked in my breath as he snuggled deeper into me.

  He changed rhythm, faster and harder, digging deeper into me, making my whole being cry out in frantic heat, desiring more and more. My core twisted and burned, wanting so badly to burst in sexual gratification.

  James moved to kiss me again as he continued his hard-out fast pace, his tongue wild in my mouth as he pounded in and out of me, driving me to the brink of insanity.

  Suddenly, he released my mouth and swore loudly. “Fuck!”

  I cried, “James! James! I’m coming. I’m coming. Ngh… Nnghh…”

  I clung onto him as he drove in and out of me harder and faster, and both our bodies shook the bed. I could feel his heat and toned muscles tighten as his arms squeezed me against him by the small of my back.

  Then finally, I came, my whole body tense and then twisted in delight. I felt him come as well, his semen released onto my thigh. I realized he’d pulled out of me just moments before he came.

  I watched in fascination and felt a lump in my throat.

  He cupped my face to turn my attention to him, and I saw him smiling at me.

  “I’ll fuck you every night, Mia. You’re wonderful,” he said, pleased. Just as he finished that statement, he kissed me, his tongue slipping straight into my mouth.

  As he passionately kissed me once again, I couldn’t help but wonder about his words. Yes, I felt elated the sex was magnificent yet at the same time sad that sex with James Maxwell was just that. Sex. Nothing else. I wanted to feel a sort of emotional connection with him, but…

  Well, what did I expect? I was only his mistress, and oddly enough, I felt quite disappointed about that.

  * * * * *

  CHAINED TO YOU

  Vol. 2

  CONTRACTED

  CHAPTER 21

  Mia

  Back in the days before I turned twelve, my life was beautiful. We weren’t well off. In fact, my parents always worried about money, about how we were going to pay off that next bill, how we’d have enough to put food on the table. But it was a worry we shared, a combined effort to make ends meet, and we were happy.

  My parents had been childhood sweethearts and were married straight after they’d graduated college. They had loved each other dearly, and they had cherished me and my brother Andy with all their hearts.

  Yes, my life had been beautiful back then, before that fateful summer day when
a truck drove into our small car on Interstate 93 as we made our way back to Mystic Spring, when both my parents’ lives were abruptly snatched from this world.

  I felt tears sting my eyes as I stared up at the ceiling, watching the shadows of the room playing about. My chest tightened with sorrow at the thought of my parents, at the thought of how unfair the world was.

  “Mommy?” I remembered my eleven-year-old self asking my mother one spring day, as we were sitting under the cherry tree at the back of our old home, having a picnic. “Will I get myself a nice husband who loves me like Daddy loves Mommy?”

  She laughed—that beautiful woman with the blackest hair and the palest skin chuckling away merrily, as if she hadn’t a care in the world. She was beautiful, both inside and out, and I so wanted to be like her.

  She patted my dark head, very much like hers, and then stroked my pale cheek, also very much like hers, and said, “Of course you will, my love. When you meet him, you’ll know. He will love and cherish you until the day you’re both gone from this earth.”

  Pale and small for my age, I had smiled with delight at the prospect, my eyes bright with anticipation. “What’s it like? Being loved?” I asked. I couldn’t help myself, being so curious and all. I wanted to know all there was to know about love.

  She chuckled again, perhaps amused at my enthusiasm, as she looked up to watch her beloved husband playing baseball with her young son Andy. Her eyes were bright, just like mine, when she said, “It’s a beautiful feeling, Mia. It’s like the sun is always shining even when it rains.” Then she turned to me, and I saw in her eyes what she meant. “You’ll know the feeling when you meet him. It’s the most glorious feeling you could ever imagine.”

  I had smiled then. I couldn’t wait until that time came for me, until I met someone who’d make me as happy as Dad had made Mom.

  At that moment, both Dad and Andy returned from their game, and Dad went straight to his wife. He caught her slender form into his arms and kissed her passionately. I giggled with delight, and Andy rolled his eyes as if to say, There they go again.

  “Get a room, you two,” he muttered.

  As I watched them kiss, I wondered what it must have felt like. Was it really like the sun was always shining? Was it really that feeling of gloriousness all the time, even if life dealt you a big blow?

  I shut my eyes for a moment and then took a deep breath. Slowly, I turned my head to the right and gazed at the handsome man beside me, at the billionaire with whom I’d signed a contract. James Christopher Maxwell was my lover, my master.

  I observed him long and hard, remembering our kisses and sex. I wouldn’t describe our arrangement as anything sunny or glorious. Rather, what I’d gone through with him thus far was a mixture of rain and a lot of storms and lightning. Yes, there was definitely a lot of the lightning bits for sure. Perhaps, I wondered contritely, the sunny and glorious feelings only happened when there was love involved?

  I doubted those wonderful feelings would ever happen between James and me. In five years’ time, it’d be over between us. In five years’ times, he’d forget all about me and carry on living his very successful life. I, on the other hand, would return to Mystic Spring, and who knew what’d happen after that?

  I sighed and turned on my side, away from the handsome man comfortable in his sleep. I couldn’t understand why he didn’t bother to go back to his own room after he’d had his way with me, ravishing me to his heart’s content. I was very unaccustomed to sharing a bed with anyone. It was quite hard to keep to one side and not roll into the middle where I’d bump into him, that solid rock of a warm body that only made me want to snuggle against and hug him.

  I sighed again and then shut my eyes, forcing myself to go back to sleep. Instantly, I felt large, strong hand wrap around my arm, followed by a forceful tug. I was involuntarily rolled over and landed on top of the billionaire. My face rested against the nape of his neck while my naked body was intimately wrapped over him. He was totally naked as well, and I could feel his whole length against me.

  I blinked, wondering if the man was still asleep. Perhaps he happened to pull me, thinking I was a pillow? I wouldn’t be surprised since I was quite small compared to this man who was over six feet tall. I doubt I weighted much in his arms.

  I moved slowly, so as not to wake him, and glanced up to get a peek at him. My soul nearly jumped out of my skin the moment I saw him watching me, those beautiful Prussian-blue eyes examining me as if searching deep into my soul.

  “Why do you keep moving away from me?” he asked.

  I blinked and then licked my lips. There was no point in lying. “I’m not used to sharing a bed,” I replied low, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

  He tightened his grasp on me, his palm branding my skin at the small of my back. “That’s too bad. Get used to it, sweetheart,” he said matter-of-fact.

  “Huh?” I watched as he closed his eyes once again, indicating I should do the same and just sleep.

  Good Lord, how could I possibly sleep in this odd position? I’d be suffocated, for God’s sake. He was squeezing me against him with his iron-like grip. At least I wasn’t under him; otherwise, I wouldn’t think I’d survive the night.

  Tired as I was, I followed his instruction and shut my eyes. Slowly, I drifted off into a slumber in the billionaire’s arms.

  In the depth of my sleep, I dreamt of myself floating in a ray of sunshine. It was so warm and so lovely, and it reminded me of my late mother’s words of love and kisses. Petals of cherry blossom rained all around me, and a field of wildflowers stretched beyond the endless horizon before me. It was a beautiful place, and I was in paradise. I felt so relaxed and so wonderful. I wanted to be here like this forever. Nothing to worry about. No one to bother me.

  Then it came. A jolt of electricity coursed through my being. I gasped at the same time a lightning strike split the bright-blue sky. My body buzzed with thrilling heat, and then I groaned and gasped as another lightning strike hit. This time it was stronger, and I wanted to scream with both delight and fright.

  In the distance, I saw a storm coming toward me fast, spreading far and wide. Suddenly, it enveloped me in its embrace, hugging me tight within its darkness. Then another strong lightning strike.

  I screamed, my voice echoing within the captivating capsule of my dream. Suddenly, I came fully awake. I blinked as my body shook in ardor. My heart raced as I gazed up at the ceiling, my core twisting and burning with need. I felt a hot, wet tongue licking my nipple, a mouth hungrily sucking my breast.

  I bit my lip, trying not to groan out in beautiful agony as my body was lovingly tortured. I glanced down and saw James before me, busy devouring my body with hunger.

  “James,” I whispered.

  He lifted his head then, his eyes on me.

  The moment I saw those burning Prussian-blue eyes and his dark face, I wanted to weep with both delight and trepidation. I knew the moment I saw the look on his face that he was going to ravish me again. But so early in the morning? When we’d just done so last night?

  I couldn’t help myself and voiced my confusion. “James? Are we doing this again?”

  He chuckled. “You’re finally awake,” he replied, ignoring my question. “I was beginning to wonder.”

  Without further ado, he returned his attention to my breast.

  I couldn’t have that. “James?”

  He continued to ignore me and guided my leg up. He met my thigh with a kiss of his eager lips and then another and another and then some licks of his tongue.

  His tongue was hot and wet, and I groaned in response as he moved ever closer to the forbidden area.

  “Oh, James,” I whispered. “It’s early in the morning.”

  He finally turned his attention to me with an amused look. He moved up so his face was level with mine. Then his lips found mine, and he kissed me, plunging his tongue into my mouth and wildly and passionately devouring me.

  My whole body shuddered under his f
ervent kiss, and I thought, Yes, our kisses are definitely like lightning. His tongue was wild in my mouth, stroking me and licking me. I became mindless.

  “Ngh… Ngh…” I groaned as my body shook. “Ahh… Ngh… Ngh…”

  When he finally released me, my lips were sore and I was breathless. I watched him as he smirked at me. He looked so pleased with himself.

  “Refuse me, Mia,” he commanded.

  “Huh?” I was confused and couldn’t help but show it on my face.

  He chuckled. “Refuse me,” he demanded again.

  Then it hit me. The billionaire wanted to play a game. So early in the morning? Was this another side of him I’d yet to discover? The urge to see a different side of James was strong within me, and I smiled, my eyes lit with delight.

  I was merely his mistress after all, and therefore, I couldn’t really disobey his order now, could I? Thus, I played along.

  “You want me to refuse you?” I asked. “Is it a game?”

  He chuckled. “Very clever,” he stated, stroking my cheek.

  Instantly, I put my hands about his chest and shoved him back. Then I hastily slipped out of bed, dragging the sheet along with me to cover my naked body for decency’s sake. “I’m not playing any games with you, James.”

  He grinned as he watched me standing there, my head held high, my eyes haughtily staring at him.

  “I’m going to shower now,” I declared, heading toward the bathroom.

  Suddenly, I felt butterflies within my stomach and I hadn’t a clue why. I knew it was excitement, but I didn’t know why challenging him made me excited.

  At the door, I turned slightly to see what he was up to. When I saw him getting up from the bed and heading my way, I sucked in my breath. My whole being tingled, and I hastily slipped into the bathroom. My body sparked with excitement when I saw him charging toward me with a dark look in his eyes. I quickly shut the door in his face and then proceeded to lock it as he grabbed the handle.