My Billionaire Master: Indebted To Him (Part One) (A BDSM Erotic Romance Novelette)

by Delilah Gardner

  Instead he’d barely touched her but sent her mind and body reeling. She briefly wondered if she could make him grunt, cry, and writhe when he fucked her. Alfie twisted a nipple between his teeth, sliding fingers deep inside to thump her G-spot which collapsed all thoughts as climactic waves washed them away.

  She dragged in a lungful of air, vaguely thinking that the orgasm had to end soon. No pleasure could last so long. He suddenly alternated pressure, sliding his fingers over her clit only to plunge them deep inside once again. Rubbing his fingers over her slit, he expertly finger-fucked her G-spots before dragging his thumb in slow circles over her clit. Never-ending orgasmic waves made her clench around his fingers as her back arched off the bed for his lips to tease her nipples.

  He finally let her go, yanking everything up and off seemingly at once. Releasing her tender wrists from the ties that trapped her arms above her head, he cut the straps that kept her legs forced open. His swift movements, releasing her flesh to the air as he freed her of the restraints was—in itself—almost intolerable pain and pleasure combined.

  The shock had her gasping in a final orgasmic burst. Realizing tears ran down her face but not understanding why, she panted but couldn’t stop the sob that burst out. Suddenly, Alfie was naked and there with her. Gathering her to him and wrapping her in his arms while breathing into her hair, “Trust your pleasure to me, Cassidy. Sometimes it’ll hurt, but that’s what makes it so good.”

  Tucking her chin to his chest, his whole body rocked with her as he nuzzled into her wild hair. Her body responded with a mind of its own, stroking his muscular form with reverence while she mewled her need in mindless whimpers. Her thoughts melted away, soothed by his cocoon of words and hard body alike.

  By the time she’d calmed down, she realized that he’d exploded onto her stomach. He rolled to cradle her on his chest. She tentatively kissed him, reveling all over again at his controlling and powerful vibe. He didn’t turn away from her hesitant lips but cocked an eyebrow and smiled slightly as if amused at the innocence she offered. A rumble went through him, relaxing his entire body before he deepened the kiss.

  Had Cassidy only known the true effect her worshipful gaze and innocent, trusting nature had on Alfie, her tension would have eased. Accustomed to jockeying for control in a wide range of business dealings, Cassidy’s blind trust acted as a soothing balm in his cutthroat world. Battling his own ruthless and controlling tendencies was such a new feeling that he simultaneously needed and fought the desire to break her like the fragile vase that she’d previously shattered.

  The moment he’d seen her lovingly admiring it, her innocent touch had moved something deep inside him. The expression of need on her face to touch the fragile item—like a moth to a flame—spoke of hunger for unattainable treasures in which he could relate.

  Crushed from Mr. Jasper’s refusal to interview her, she’d looked so despondent and fragile herself. He hadn’t meant to scare her but the obvious shimmying of her hips had been too great a lure for his libido to endure. Her obvious dismay at breaking the vase offered a perfect opportunity.

  He’d sensed an instinctive resistance to his seductive stance which was entirely new to him. Accustomed to high-society women throwing themselves at him, Cassidy had stumped him when she’d insisted on paying him through work, even though he could tell she was irresistibly drawn to him. For the first time in a long while, he found an unassuming woman that he could mold to his liking.

  Breaking the kiss, he held her to him. Part of him fought a newfound protective feeling as if the hounds of hell nipped at his heels. At the same time, his controlling nature wanted nothing more than to break her. When she lifted off him, appearing angelic in her innocence, he swiftly pulled her back down and rolled to trap her. As if sensing his dislike, she squirmed so he assured her in a strained voice, “It’s okay. Just lay with me here a moment.”

  After shrouding his wayward emotions within his solid control, he studied her face. Long wild brown hair, slightly damp from his continuous pleasuring, framed her angelic face. Brown eyes drank every ripple of his muscles in as if starved. Her pink lips parted to blow out a satisfied sigh before a slight smile curved the corners. Even with minimal makeup, she looked classier than half the women that graced his arm.

  His breath froze as his heart seemed to expand in his chest. She raised a worshipful gaze to him, as if to silently tell him that she thought it would be fun paying off his debt. For the first time since he could remember, he couldn’t contain his returning smile and surprised himself with a happy laugh. Like one of the whips he often ruthlessly brandished, his controlling nature smothered it as he rose and barked, “Get dressed. Now.”

  Chapter Two

  After days of not hearing from Alfie, Cassidy was convinced this was just another example of how the universe had it in for her. She was never going to get another chance at a job. Look how the first interview had turned out; one unbelievable tryst followed by an implicit rejection.

  She glared at the laptop, keying in yet another search phrase and groaned when it appeared years of experience were required. As her fingers moved over the keyboard again, all the lights went off in her house for no apparent reason. It wasn’t storming. The air outside didn’t even offer a breeze. She was sure there weren’t any traffic accidents or wayward electric-cord biting kittens.

  Her fingers flew into her hair as she cursed the country life. Just let it storm in the city and their electricity collapsed. The desperation drove her mind to powerful people like Alfred Bertram who seemed to inadvertently control everything around her.

  She needed this for herself and her father. Since the split from her mother, he’d never been the same. Fighting a despondency that was unlike her, she shook herself but it didn’t seem to help. She felt as if she’d never begin the life she’d dreamt about since the post-graduation exuberance had worn off.

  She’d begun to grow weary of waking every day to share a tiny, cramped flat (having only one bathroom) with her father. She’d had more room and privacy sharing a dorm hall with seventeen other girls. Living with her dad was like being twelve years old again with a curfew and a lights out at ten o’clock so she could get adequate rest. She realized her lack of true freedom after four years on her own, doing whatever she wanted with whomever she felt like. Her current situation was a large misshapen pill to swallow.

  Even worse, it had been four days and she’d heard nothing from Alfie Bertram. Even though it was hard to think about, she wondered if she’d ever see him again. She still didn’t know what to call the man so she had to go by how the media referred to him: Mr. Bertram or Alfie.

  A knock on the frame of her open door, shaking her from her dream-like longing, announced her Dad’s presence. Realizing there was nothing on her laptop she needed without the internet, she closed it to save the battery. Her father carried a half-melted storm candle, bouncing and flickering a dim golden light as he went.

  He comically wiggled his eyebrows. When she was a child, the act never failed to make her laugh. When the eyebrow trick failed, since she was no longer ten years old, he told her, “Quit, moping around, Cassidy. You need to treat life as an adventure.”

  Cassidy smiled wanly, lips pulled into an approximation of happiness she no longer felt. He put the candle on her desk. The light stabilized into a bright flicker that bathed her room in an eerie orange glow. Cassidy jokingly asked, “What…are we late on the bill this month?”

  Her eyebrows flew up as a pause extended between them. Her eyes widened as her gaze flew to the floor. Wanting to believe otherwise even though her stomach rolled into a ball of nerves, she tried to keep the whine out of her voice, “Dad?”

  As if tasting something bitter, her father made a face with a helpless lift of his shoulder. At odds with the confident, self-assured man she knew from childhood, he answered carefully, “Things have been a little tight, Cassidy.”

  Staring at him, she silently thought, I knew it…life has it in for me!
How did I not notice while in college? And now I just blew my chance at the one job by touching what I shouldn’t have touched…Alfie—and that stupid vase.

  The memory haunted her once again, reminding her that she’d always allowed her curiosity to get the better of her. Self-loathing tried to take hold of her mind but, like always, she shoved it away with a dismal groan that hung in the air between them, “Oh, Dad.”

  Always reassuring but handling his own level of dismay, he blew her a kiss before wishing her goodnight and ending with, “It’ll be okay. An adventure of sorts, right?”

  She sighed and watched the candlewick burn down. The room felt small and stifled, as if it'd been emptied of all fresh air and replaced by a stale mist. She couldn’t help but compare it to her life. For more reasons than simply needing to get out of her Dad’s house, she really needed to find a job.

  Her thoughts turned back to the tall, imposing form of Alfie Bertram. Putting all future job interviews to shame, she didn’t even know where to begin when thinking about him. Frowning, she wondered if that encounter should even be considered as an interview. People don't proposition the girl interviewing to be a new secretary for sexual favors.

  Silently cringing at the fact that it was probably enough to send him to jail, she wondered if he’d proposed such wickedness to others. According to the press, he was one of the most eligible bachelors and was naturally cloaked with a charismatic bad-boy status. She still couldn’t believe she’d agreed to pay off the damages to his office with sex.

  But he offered and I readily accepted…

  Reflecting back to those moments, her mouth formed an ‘O’ in surprise all over again at how she’d gone from reeling from Mr. Jasper’s dismissal to being thoroughly wrecked by his billionaire boss. She could still see the glimmering little glass vase, appearing to be made of gold dust, as it crashed to the floor and shattered.

  After he’d sent her on her way in some borrowed sweats and a T-shirt three times too big, the thought of does that make me a prostitute? teased her mind. In a sense, she’d participated in sex trade. Rolling it over her head yet again, she bit her fingernail as a shiver ran down her spine.

  Surely, a prostitute wouldn’t have responded to the charged atmosphere and his insistent touch. Would a prostitute want to go back for more?

  She squeezed her thighs together, growing damp just thinking about him. He hadn’t even penetrated her, something she’d felt disappointment, then relief over. Since breaking it off with someone several months ago, she wasn’t on the pill. Her mind pitched back to her sore state when she’d arrived back at their house.

  Still wobbly on legs that felt like a newborn calf's, the first thing she’d done when she’d returned home was look him up. Anyone who’d been alive and potty-trained in the last five years knew about him. He was Seattle’s own playboy billionaire. The image of pictures from the internet haunted her; showing his thick mane of dark brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and square jaw which she still yearned to kiss and touch.

  His magnetic attraction was so fierce that her fingers even ached just thinking about him. Shrewd and levelheaded, Alfie Bertram was a cautious man from the internet reports and overheard random rumors. Even though the press pushed for every naughty crumb of his activity, no word of anything like she’d experienced had existed. Squirming on her bed, she realized he had to play everything close to the chest in order to exist and successfully operate in such a cutthroat realm.

  He’d seemed as the newspapers and celebrity-gossip magazines suggested—elusive, mysterious, and sly—but there was something more. They’d never mentioned a penchant for bondage or desires to teach trust through crushing pleasure. For a moment, Cassidy thought…maybe I know him better than the gossip columns.

  Even though he hadn’t actually penetrated her, he’d torn her open from the inside out and shown her more pleasure than she’d thought possible. Her arms surrounded herself as she thought of his magnetic vibe which seemed to offer wicked pleasures all on its own. Curling up on her bed to hug herself in the flickering candlelight, she wondered how many more days would pass before she’d forget about him…if I ever do.

  She feared that he’d never contact her again and she’d never forget his overbearing charisma and handsome face. She’d tried to convince herself that he’d had a taste, she’d paid her due, and now her punishment was to live the rest of her life without him. At the moment, that possibility drove the air out of her lungs…it’s too profound.

  Rolling her eyes, she reminded herself that they’d only known each other for less than a day. Even so, Cassidy kept her melodramatic fears to herself. The fact that she wanted him again laid heavily on her mind. Unused to viewing herself as a lust-crazed vixen who allowed handsome men to tie her up, she tried to focus on previous boyfriends. The men she’d grown to know before tumbling in the sheets—predictable ones who considered leaving the lights on spicing it up—now paled in comparison to Alfie.

  She finally blew the candle out and wrapped herself around her pillow. With thoughts of him haunting her, she finally drifted off to sleep.

  Restoration of their electricity happened after another two days of darkness. Cassidy was afraid to ask her father where he’d borrowed the money. They didn’t have much family. Her mother, now divorced from her dad, flitted around the globe on a never-ending adventure. Responsibilities like family and bills weren’t something, according to her father, that her mother would understand.

  There was an estranged aunt on her dad’s side she’d never met. By his closed expression when mentioned, Cassidy could only assume that she would remain estranged. Since he worked the night shift as a security guard, the hours didn’t naturally inspire close friendships. Cassidy and her father were all each other really had. Seeing no alternative, she was becoming overwhelmingly desperate for work.

  Placing the meeting with Alfie to the back of her mind, she scoured every help-wanted post down to the smallest suggestion of meaningful employment she could find. She applied to everything and sent her admittedly scant resume to company after company. Nothing returned until, a week after her memorable meeting with him, she was shocked to finally receive a response.

  An important document laid within the triangular folds of a thick cream envelope, signaling someone took precious time and effort. With her heart beating in her throat, she recognized the Bertram Industries stamp. Without care for its wrapping, her fingers tore open the envelope to pry out the letter. Only half a page of flowing script, she had to read it twice before the words stopped blurring together and made sense.

  Alfie Bertram wanted her back.

  She blinked hard and sucked in a breath. Even though she wasn’t cold, her teeth chattered. Her body felt flushed with fever while sweat collected on her forehead and in that little bowl of her collarbone. I’m being invited back…for a job interview?

  Trying to contain her rampant emotions, Cassidy went from giddy to confused; she read it again. Mr. Jasper, the man she was supposed to originally interview with, was asking on behalf of Mr. Bertram. Her fingers gripped the creamy thick letter as she squealed and bounced on her toes, dancing in place with excitement.

  Expected at eight tonight! At night? Who had an interview at night?

  Visions of Alfie leaning over her, towering and deliciously invading her presence flooded her head. Grinning wildly, she tried to push it away as her stomach rolled with nerves and arousal scorched her blood. Having been in a constant state of arousal when she thought of him, her body now responded as if he was standing in front of her.

  Strong lust made her fingers ache to touch him. She bit her lip but it brought his teeth on them to mind. Turning a full circle while hugging herself, she grinned happily at the anticipation of seeing him. Waving the document in front of her heated face, she mentally growled at her wanton body while thrilling at the memory of him taking what he wanted instead of asking.

  She’d already forgotten about her earlier mental chastising over terms such as pro
stitute and the previous men she’d resisted until she’d gotten to know them. The words tonight at eight finally penetrated the fog of lust that clouded her head. It was now after six in the afternoon.

  Realizing her lack of time, she shrieked to the empty room, “I have less than two hours!”

  With all her clothes in the wash and her hair a hot mess, she rushed to her room, fast enough that she bumped into the living room couch on the way and hit her thigh hard enough to bruise. She barely registered the pain; adrenaline and endorphins dulled it to a minor annoyance that she pushed away.