by Ann King
HIS DOMINATION (31 WAYS TO CATCH A BILLIONAIRE, BOOK 2)
Ann King
Copyright 2012 by Ann King
Smashwords Edition
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This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
To my heavenly Father, thank you for all you have done for me.
AUTHOR’S NOTE:
Dear Reader,
This is part 2 in the 31 Ways to Catch a Billionaire series and, as such, to get the full picture of events it is recommended you first read part 1. I hope you enjoy reading 31 Ways to Catch a Billionaire as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Warm regards,
Ann King
The most sought after bachelor, Carlos Kincade is young, rich and devilishly handsome. He has everything he thought he could possibly want until his grandfather’s will stipulates he must be married by his 30th birthday to keep his inheritance. He’s suddenly in need of a wife who can fulfill his every hot desire.
Struggling psychology student Elsie Sherwood suddenly finds herself in need of another job after a medical crisis in the family cost her family home. Sexy Carlos Kincade offers her work for a month but there are strings attached…and a diamond ring. She must fulfill his thirty-one needs to play his wife until he fulfills his grandfather’s will—but is the seduction too hot to handle?
Part 2 – the seduction continues!
1.
“Are you sure, you’re ready?” Carlos Kincade moaned into Elsie Sherwood’s neck as he gently stroked her nipple under her blouse. Elsie’s inner thighs throbbed out of control. She was sure she was going to lose it soon, if Carlos didn’t take her then and there. As she leaned back into his muscular chest while he embraced her from behind. The scent of his cologne tantalized her nose and awakened her senses.
“Yes, Carlos. Yes. I need you so badly,” she moaned in pleasure. She could not believe she was there with the CEO of the most lucrative retailer in the world, the elusive billionaire heir who could have his pick of any woman, yet he was with her. This was a dream. She licked her lips and panted, reaching back to feel his full erection bulging from his pants and then…
Carlos stopped. As hot as he came on to her, he cooled off leaving an air of chill between them as he removed his hand from under her blouse and released her walking over to the window.
“What? What is it?” Dazed, Elsie panted. Had she been too desperate? Did she say something wrong? What was with this man?
“I need you to fully understand what you are getting into, Elsie.” He turned to her, jaw clenched. His dark sexy grey eyes shimmered as he gazed into hers. She stood frozen on the spot, her clothes disheveled, feeling awkward.
“I do understand?” she whispered quietly.
“No,” he said, shaking his head. She could tell he was heated up. How this man can control himself was beyond her. His body was on fire. Still is. She felt it. Was this a game?
“You just signed a nondisclosure to keep secret what goes on between us. That was vague. I’ll need you to sign a more specific one.”
“What?” Was this man stark crazy?
“I’m a complicated man, Ms Sherwood. I just want you to know that up front.” His voice turned soft and his expression softened as he walked over to her as if he’d just realized that he’d somehow wounded her pride. His fingers ran along her hairline where her scar was and he gently kissed it. His soft lips sending shivers of delight down her spine.
“We all have scars, Ms Sherwood. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“I’m not ashamed.”
“Yet you hide it by wearing the same hair style covering one side of your face day in and day out all year round.”
My God, he’d noticed?
“So I guess you have scars, too?”
“Yes but not visible to the naked eyes. We have all scars, some emotional, some physical. Scars shape us into whom we are today. That can be a good thing…or a bad thing.”
“Depending on how you look at it I guess. What doesn’t kill us makes us strong.”
He didn’t respond to her last statement but had his hands in his pockets and chin up staring out of the Manhattan skyline. It was a crisp beautiful afternoon.
“So this non-disclosure agreement,” she continued. Her arms folded across her chest. More for self-consciousness.
“There are thirty-one ways to reach me and you’ve successfully completed the first round.”
“What? Is this a game?”
“Life is a game, Elsie. Why surely you know that by now. The strong survive. The witty, the knowledgeable, the wise. Fools fall fast.”
“Oh? So this is about winners and losers?”
“Isn’t it? Those who win live the life they want. They are free to live it. Free from guilt. They know how to play by the rules to win or bend the rules to their gain.”
“And love is a game to you?”
He said nothing.
“So what about this first round.”
“Honesty. But don’t get it twisted,” he said pausing momentarily, “there are physical needs, emotional needs and sexual requirements.”
Elsie listened carefully not sure of what to think. What had she gotten herself into? She had such admiration from this man since she’d first started working for the corporation, for what he stood for, his charities, his willingness to help the underdog and to give everyone a break. Which must explain his transvestite assistant Marsha.
“You can walk out any moment now and call it a day. You’ll still have your job in the café but I still believe you’re not quite ready to represent Kincade’s in the Home Pleasures department.” A smile curved his delicious lips. “Not yet, anyway.”
“What is this agreement you want to get into? This thirty one ways?”
“I need a wife.”
Elsie almost fainted. Was he seriously asking her to be his wife? Possibly?
“For a five year period.”
Elsie’s heart sank to her feet. So this was a business proposition.
“If you succeed you’ll want for nothing in your life. All your debts will be paid off, unlimited money at your disposal…”
“Wait a minute…sir.” Elsie felt heat rise to her cheeks. Her throat burned. “I’m not for sale like the merchandise in your store!” Her anger came through in her voice and she wasn’t sure she cared at that moment. He’d just thought he could actually buy her? Was this how the super-rich and powerful lived? Well maybe her modest get-by life was not so bad after all. On second thoughts, she could pay off her tuition and maybe even try to buy back the family home that her mother lost during her last days in battling her illness.
She squeezed her eyes shut. “I…I don’t know what to think.”
“Don’t think too hard, my dear. We tend to overanalyze things sometimes. We both need something. There’s nothing wrong in bartering.”
Here she thought he wanted a relationship but what he wanted was a whore. A legitimate one. No way in hell!
She grabbed her bag trying to fight back the tears from spilling down her cheeks. Was this what her life came down to?
“Sir…I…need to think about this…”
He stopped her at the door. “You have twelve hours. By morning, I want your answer.”
She looked at him, parted lips. Her body was still on fire for him. The look in his eyes said the same. This man had crazy control. She sighed and walked through the door. Too bad she
wasn’t allowed to discuss this with her cousin Dee. But then again maybe she could give Dee a scenario she thought as she walked towards the elevators. She felt Carlos watching her back as she walked away. It was as if he’d penetrated her body, her senses.
God she wanted him. And he wanted her. But not the way she’d hoped.
*
“What?” Dee’s eyes widened, later that evening.
“What if you had the chance to have all your bills paid and to be with a man you really liked but for money?”
“Okay, wait up, girlfriend, you’re not telling me everything.”
“I can’t…I just need your opinion.” Elsie was curled up on Dee’s bed eagerly waiting for a reply. Dee was actually getting ready for a hot date.
“You’re not planning on hooking are you?” Dee smirked.
“Dee! That’s not even funny. Of course not!” It was just that this hot guy who happens to have a high position in society wants me to be his love submissive and trophy wife for a few years in exchange for all the gold in the world.
“Well, honey, you know my take on life. You only live it once. If it makes you happy and you’re not hurting yourself or anyone else, go for it! But check your blind spot no matter where you drive in life.”
“Check my what?”
“You know? Check your blind spot.”
“I know about driving.”
“Yeah, but apparently not about driving on the many twisted roads of life. Life can blindside you if you don’t know your surroundings and don’t see everything that’s going on. Just saying.”
Elsie thought about that for a moment. She would not dismiss Carlos. She just couldn’t. She craved him so much. She really wanted to be a part of his life. What other opportunity would even come close?
Later, after Dee had finished getting ready and left on her date, Elsie was left alone to raid the fridge of whatever was left. Her bed was of course, the couch since it was a one-bedroom apartment and she wanted to be asleep before Dee got back in case she had her date with her. She just didn’t like to be a bother or an inconvenience to anyone, especially when they were doing her serious favors like putting a roof over her head while she got her life together. She knew she would have to find a place of her own but she only had one month’s rent and very little left over. The job in the café was fab but didn’t cover much. Not for living in New York.
Elsie opened the fridge with just her night vest and silk cut off bedtime shorts. She really didn’t mind since it was only she in the apartment. As she gathered some cheddar cheese squares from the fridge and some whole wheat crackers and a glass of milk, she went back to the couch that was now overstuffed with pillows and a comforter. This was her life. She tried not to spill tears on her cheeks. She was just grateful for not being in a shelter right now.
After turning on the TV to watch reruns of American Idol, a knock at the door caught her off guard. Did Dee forget her keys? Did she forget something else?
She jumped off the couch and ran to the door. Looking through the peep hole she couldn’t see anything. “Who is it?”
“Carlos.”
Elsie’s heart turned over in her chest. That deep, rich sexy voice. It was him!
What in God’s name was Carlos doing there? Of course, he had her file in front of her and knew where she’d lived but…
She slowly opened the door with the chain on.
“I had to see you, Elsie. I couldn’t stay away from you.”
“Carlos…I…”
“First of all, I can assure you that I am not going to bring any harm to you so the chain is unnecessary…in this case,” he grinned.
Of course, he must have been joking. Elsie breathed out a sigh of relief and closed the door, unhooked the chain and reopened it.
Carlos’s expensive cologne scent drove her wild. His spicy aroma. His broad shoulders in his suit and pink tie. He looked delicious enough to eat. What was with her?
He closed the door from behind him, not taking his eyes off Elsie. “Are you alone?”
“My cousin will be back soon.”
He reached over and cupped her chin with his soft, strong hands and brushed his lips against hers.
“Fuck, Elsie! I need you tonight. I need you right now. Don’t deny you feel the same way about me. I want you so badly like I’ve never wanted anyone before. I can’t stand it. You’re this close. You’re not going away now.”
Elsie’s voice caught in her throat, his erection still bulging from his pants—perhaps he had pleasured himself earlier or taken a cold shower and it was enough. Oh, God! Carlos had the hots for her! This was so unbelievable. She just couldn’t wrap her head around that. It was deliciously overwhelming.
Her inner thighs tingled uncontrollably. Oh, my. He must be able to see her taut nipples under her night vest now. She kissed him back hungrily, passionately as they moved over to the couch.
He stopped and paused.
“Why is there a blanket on the couch and pillows?”
“Because this is where I sleep.” Her cheeks flushed.
“Your cousin has you sleeping on the couch?” His voice was more annoyed than anything else. He looked around the apartment. The décor seemed quite homely. No way did a sweet, young woman deserve to live like this. He was not having it.
“Come with me,” he ordered.
“What? Now? Why?”
“Because I need to discuss a few things with you but not here.”
His eyes gazed at her full pouty lips which made him even more aroused. He wondered if her lips would taste like sweet honey or strawberries. “I’ll wait here while you get changed.”
When his eyes drifted to her voluptuous cleavage, his cock throbbed and his balls ached. Damn, she looked fuckable. Her hard rock nipples peaked through her pink think vest and her fine hips and shapely thighs. He really couldn’t wait to get inside her.
“Fuck!”
“What is it?” she asked turning back to face him.
“I want you now but I can’t fuck you…no condom.”
Elsie bit down on her lip. He could tell by the look on her face that she was just as disappointed as he was. A surge of heat raced through his blood. He was captivated by her. What was with him? Why had she been dominating his every thought since this afternoon? Heck, he’d always had his eyes on her but she was a frontline employee and he was the CEO. He didn’t know how she would take to his come on. His mouth watered to taste her sweetness. He had to have her now damn it! His cock was straining through his pants.
“I’ve got an idea,” he said leaning close into her as he tilted her head up to his.
“Yes,” she murmured her eyes dreamy, her voice breathless. He pressed his lips to hers and kissed her with a hungry passion. She held onto him and tilted her head back. Yes, she did taste like fresh strawberries.
“We don’t have to penetrate.”
“Mmm,” she moaned into his mouth as he reclaimed her lips again. He stroked her mouth to ecstasy and watched as she trembled with desire.
His lips left hers to nibble on her earlobe. He kissed the tip of her nose. “Do you enjoy this?”
“Oh, yes, baby,” she moaned. His touch was erotic. Damn! Her body was on fire by his touch. Was this what it was like to be Carlos’s lover? She was jealous of every woman who had ever had him. The heat of expectancy filled her as he slid his fingers down her back.
“This is all part of our agreement, Elsie,” he murmured into his soft skin as he continued to pleasure her.
She moaned with expectancy.
“I want you, Elsie. All of you. Body, mind and soul.”
“Mmm, yes, Carlos.”
“Will you submit to me?”
She was breathless and dazed as his fingers moved down her hips cupping her butt. He gave her ass a good firm squeeze and she felt her juices sliding out from her inner thighs.
“I’m going to spank you.”
She moaned. “Have I been a bad girl?” What was with her? She’d heard
about this dom sub thing but never thought a man would try with her. It felt oddly…erotic. Thrilling!
He gave her ass a good firm slap and she cried out in pleasure. Her pussy throbbed harder. God, if only he had a condom.
“You weren’t wearing any panties when you came into my office remember?” he murmured as he continued to devour her flesh kissing her hungrily.
“Oh, God!” Yes, she had been naughty hadn’t she? It was the most humiliating experience she’d had and he was a witness to it…and he was turned on. She was dreaming. None of this could possibly be happening.
“Should I slap you again?”
“Mmm, yes,” she cooed.
He gave her a harder slap which she felt even more since he’d managed to slide her draws down so swiftly she hadn’t noticed. She was sure her rear was red…it sure felt hot. God, this was so erotic.
“Yes, what?” his voice was firm.
“Yes, sir,” she obeyed. She was actually enjoying this to her surprise. She’d read about submissives and doms in books but this…this was real! She didn’t know what to think of herself now. Was she kinky? Or just a woman who’d been too sheltered and not had a chance to really live it up and wanted to break out on her own, experience whatever pleasure turned her on.
He gave her ass another squeeze and she cried out in pleasure and she moved her hands to cup his firm buttocks. She moved her hands hesitantly over to his zipper. She was hungry. This was not like her but her body had never been so fired up before.
“Oh, God! Carlos! I want you. I need you,” she cried out. “Sir, please.” She deliciously licked her lips and watched his lips curl up into a satisfactory smile.
He stopped her from pulling on his zip and picked up her and laid her on the couch. His voice was hoarse. “Ladies first,” he murmured as the corner of his lips curled into a smile.
He asked her if she had whip cream and she nodded. He helped himself into the kitchen and was back with a can of cool whip cream.
