Possess Me_A Billionaire Romance

by TN King

  He’d had his assistant secure the fashion consultant for Ellie as he’d told her, booking the woman he knew would treat her best. He’d been sure, also, to have her book two suites instead of just the one that he usually would request- which had brought more than a little bit of question into his assistant’s tone. He’d never done that before, he understood, but he didn’t necessarily feel like he should have to explain his hows or whys to one of his employees, so he ignored it.

  He let out a sigh, his head falling back against the headrest behind him. Hell… he’d never done any of this before, to be perfectly honest. Catering to a woman… He’d seduced plenty, but that never took much effort. Not like this at least. Even if this wasn’t necessarily for seduction, which was where the problem came in. He’d already seduced her. Normally that would have been the end of it.

  What was it about this girl? He still couldn’t figure it, even slightly, out. He always had an answer… for deals, decisions, plans, and goals. Even when he didn’t right at the first, have the answer, he always found it fairly quickly. With Ellie though? He got an image of her, with her wide, blue eyes nodding at him before he’d left her apartment. She was so innocent and guileless. Which, he knew, was part of her draw. He was used to the women in his social circles, with their confidence and knowledge ‒ always evident in their eyes and body language. At times, it was sexy and alluring, but by the time he finished bedding them, the luster always wore off.

  Her innocence was definitely a draw, that was certain, but he knew it wasn’t the whole of it.

  He leaned back further, stretching his legs out. Go slow. He reminded himself, the mantra repeating over and over again in his head. How was he supposed to do that? How was he supposed to not grab her up and lift her right onto his cock where they both knew she damn well belonged? His eyes shut in frustration, squeezing to a close. Of course, that only made it easier for him to imagine all of the things he’d been trying to block out…

  The way that her ass had bounced as she wiggled up and down atop him on his bed, the sight of her pussy clenching against his rock hard cock making it just that much harder as it shifted in and out of her dripping folds. The sight of his cock disappearing inside of her pretty, swollen lips. The sight of her back arching up as his tongue licked along the center of her folds until they could reach her twitching, warm clit. So many images all at once, with her beautiful face shifting and twisting as she rode her orgasm out on his cock. Fuck. He shifted in his seat, lifting his hips to adjust again and letting out a shaky, heavy breath.

  It had just been one night, but fuck if it hadn’t stuck with him in a way that he was totally unprepared for.

  I will have that again, I just need to take it easy with this particular deal. Hell, I have put together deals that took months to deliver. This deal was more important than any of those. He had the patience, he knew that he did, it was only that she liked to test it to its absolute limits. Ellie had the potential to be the perfect submissive, especially with him. He’d recognized it almost instantly, even there in the parking lot of the fire that he had pulled her from. Then the craziest part of all of it was she hadn’t even recognized this about herself. Which was natural enough, it wasn’t as if their world were as mainstream as people liked to think. He hadn’t even been aware of dominants and submissives until Chance had introduced him to the world- and even then he didn’t get into it near as deep as some other people he knew.

  But Ellie? The beauty of her natural way of giving over all control so willingly, so prettily, had been like discovering a rare jewel in a sea of fake gems. He’d had other women fake it before. He’d had them play at it to please him, or even play at it just because they thought that it would be fun. It was an act, and he’d hated it more than he would have if they had tried to be dominant. Pretend games were fine and well, role playing could be all sorts of fun- but playing those roles wasn’t something that you could just do with someone who actually lived within it like he did. He was a real dominant, not one of those who played at it for fun.

  Ellie was the real thing as well, an honest submissive. Genuine, like a raw diamond, uncut by the world.

  Naive, he had thought before. He chuckled about it now, her calling the diamonds on the dress he’d bought her rhinestones. It had thrown him off, wondering what part of the dress had been altered from when he had seen it, but it had been damned cute. His chuckle evolved into full blown laugh, head shaking. Rhinestones. Ha. That dress was worth about 200,000 dollars. Something that, if she knew, he was sure she’d be protesting. His laughter died off slowly, head shaking again. He’d known, even at the time, that he probably shouldn’t let her know the price of it. He’d been sure she would all but throw that dress back in his face if she heard it.

  And her joke insinuating he was trying to buy her? The call girl line. That was what she had said. Well, shit, too late now. He’d just have to make sure and never tell her how much that dress had actually cost him. His brain, however, started to add everything up. The 200,000 dollar dress… a ride in his private jet, a hotel suite along with everything she would need for their, admittedly not that extensive, stay. He’d already bought her a new vehicle, a new apartment that he had access to, and a college education that she’d be starting…

  At the time, it’d been to help her, even under the direct possibility of her refusing to have anything else to do with him. His attempt at an apology. Yet, when looked at on paper, it did distinctly resemble a plot in order to buy the girl. More, he was sure, than most men had ever paid for a hooker- although he had heard of expensive call girls, or even that new trend of sugar babies… He’d already been burned once by his own disastrous mistake. He needed to be sure he didn’t do the same again. His stomach twisted uneasily. He wasn’t buying a piece of ass here… he was trying to capture fire.

  Morgan sat up straighter, tension filling out between his shoulder blades. The fire. The one that had been building between them since that night he had pulled her out of one. The blaze he felt just being in close proximity with her. The very inferno she’d unleashed within him that night they’d spent together in his suite. It had burned so well into him, so distinctly, that he had run the minute the opportunity presented itself, like some sort of god damned coward.

  He wasn’t a coward ‒ he never would have survived in his industry-hell in his family ‒ if he were a coward.

  He’d found his courage though, even if it were selfishly that he had done so. It was ironic, to him, that he’d pulled her out of that fire only to burn up himself ever since. This was the kind of deal that most men never got to orchestrate, the kind that he would regret not sealing for the rest of his life if he allowed it to pass him by… the opportunity to catch fire and hold it in his hands.

  He needed to be sure everything went perfectly, that it went according to plan. He wanted to show her he was serious about her, wanted to show her how much he wanted her with him. No matter the obstacle. No matter his own, stupid nature. No one and nothing would stand in his way. Not even himself.

  It just meant a lot of concentration and time. Both of which he was finally willing to put into it. To put into her.

  Morgan’s sigh was shorter that time, picking up his phone once more to call and verify with his pilot that the jet was ready to go, watching the street signs pass the nearer that they got to Ellie’s new apartment. His Ellie indeed. If she wasn’t already, he was going to make damn well sure she would be.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Ellie

  Ellie finally felt ready. She’d rushed through getting ready, true enough, but she’d managed to do so without cutting any corners. Except perhaps when it came to her hair, but she was lucky enough to be able and do so without it showing too much. It was much wavier than normal, nearer to curly than not, and she’d only just barely tamed it with a bit of smoothing serum. Which had still been easier than her phone conversation with Joanna. She’d explained her side of things, and promised her that no matter what Morgan had said she
was still working, she was just going to possibly be scaling back on her shift work. Something that, she realized herself, she could now afford to do seeing that she would no longer be paying rent, utilities, or bus fare. Which blew her mind. She’d have to talk to Morgan about at least letting her pay utilities so she didn’t feel like such a bum.

  Joanna had only been too happy to agree to that addendum, something which worried Ellie for what she had to say next ‒ but she’d pushed on anyways. She told her that she wouldn’t be available for three days though, explaining that she could make up whatever shifts needed covering afterwards ‒ something that Joanna had waved off with the question of why she was going to be taking off. So, she explained, as nonchalantly as possible, that she was going to a ball with Morgan. The resulting squeal had been loud enough that she had needed to lower her phone from her ear, and it had still echoed in her ears regardless.

  Never… never in the entire year that she’d worked at the diner had that woman squealed, over anything. Not even when the mayor himself had come to the diner for breakfast. She had giggled and squeaked… but never squealed. What had followed was a cringe-worthy, blush-inducing spiel of Joanna gushing over knowing that Morgan and Ellie were supposed to work out. Followed by a loud, insistent push to tell Ellie she was expecting an invitation to the wedding. Something else that had nearly made Ellie drop the phone, although this time in shock and horror.

  Ellie had rolled her eyes when she’d gotten a hold of herself, telling Joanna that it was much, much too early to be talking, much less thinking about that sort of thing. Joanna had just kept going, going on and on about how she was going to have such fun at the ball ‒ and encouraging her to do so. Only interspersed with the urging for Ellie to promise to be careful.

  Be careful? Ellie asked herself, incredulous. As in safety? Like condoms? She almost laughed at the outdated, motherly advice, only for her breath to catch suddenly. Condoms! The word tore through her like a speeding freight train. They hadn’t used any the night that she’d been with him! It hadn’t even occurred to her then, so caught up in the desire and lust of their actions, especially by the time that he had gotten his hands on her, and hers on him. It had all been one severely fast-paced, wild ride.

  She knew that she was clean, seeing that it had been more than a year for her since she had been with anyone else, and she had been tested since then. And she was sure that he would be as well, having come to know the type of perfectionist that he was. She very much doubted that he’d been with anyone unprotected without being tested himself. But… damn. She had really jumped, without any second thought, into that fire, hadn’t she?

  Just up and allowed all common sense to leave her in order to spend the night with him. If, and when, the time came ‒ and she knew it would, knowing her weakness for him and the charming beast that he was ‒ she needed to see about birth control. She very much doubted that condoms would be something they could really, believably look into. She didn’t think they would ever be rational enough in the moment to ensure that they wouldn’t forget. So she needed to find another alternative… and fast.

  Her period had come only a short number of days after she’d been with him, so she’d obviously gotten away with it once. She knew, for a fact, that their one night hadn’t turned into something even more sordid. But twice burned wasn’t something she felt ready to face ‒ even the possibility of missing her time of the month… It was like a bad Cosmo article. How to trap a Billionaire? Sleep with him, unprotected! Shame washed through her completely, her hand pressing into her stomach to try and stem it. This wasn’t what she’d been intending, it certainly hadn’t even been on her mind at all. It appeared, actually, that she hadn’t had much of a mind lately period, since the night she had dinner with him in his suite.

  She’d been through one event after the other, swept up in the chain that her running back into the fire had started. And now—here she was, waiting for her prince to arrive, to whisk her off to New York! On a private jet instead of a steed, but to whisk her away all the same. A cold shiver trembled down her spine, her eyes lowering once more to the smartphone in her hand. Okay. All right. The first challenge would be to hide her terror she knew would rise before getting on that jet. It was just another means of transportation though and she knew she would have to face it just like that.

  Her fear of arriving at the ball with all of the fancy, rich people she didn’t know how to contend with would come next. She’d seen them, briefly she thought, here at The Hunt Hotel here in Philly. How was she supposed to pull that off when she’d only just barely managed to make it through the walk there to get to Morgan’s penthouse in the first place? Wing it. She reminded herself. Just like she had been doing this entire time with Morgan. She didn’t have the answers, there was no way she would find them by waiting and worrying either. She could only make her decisions as best as she could as they were given to her. I can get through this. She had to try.

  She swallowed lightly, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.

  A breath she’d only just released when her phone began to buzz, her eyes shooting back open and down to the caller I.D. I can do this. She jumped a little, tapping the screen to open the call and smiling despite her worry. “Hello Morgan,” she greeted, lips twitching upon the realization that only he could be calling her yet. On the phone, he had bought her...

  “Yes, Sweetness. We are waiting down in the front,” he greeted in return, fondness lacing his words. “Don’t trip,” he cautioned, with a short chuckle.

  She jumped all of the way up, snatching the small bag that held her dress ‒ and nothing else, just as he had instructed ‒ within it, holding it to her chest and cradling the phone with her shoulder. “Okay,” she answered breathlessly, “I’m coming.”

  No sound was returned to her, complete silence greeting her statement. She paused, waiting for him to say something, and then began to get worried. “Morgan?” she asked, tentatively.

  “Huh…” His voice sounded far off and distant, a long pause following his half-question. “Oh yes, I will be waiting for you to…come.” he responded, his voice holding so much steel that it almost sounded chilly.

  Ellie took a second, the innuendo catching up to her and a nervous, heated giggle working its way out of her lips as her body flushed. She was amused, but it was … a twisted sort of amusement, desire channeling alongside it.

  “It is not funny from where I’m sitting,” he bit out, his words short and clipped.

  It only made her want to laugh more, pulling her dress tighter to her as she slipped out of the small crack she’d made in the door. “I’m sorry!” She promised, a giggle still underlying her words as she shut and locked the door behind her. She was ‒ at least ‒ sorry to have caused him discomfort. Her fingers tapped easily against the security alarm, putting in her personal safety code just like Morgan had shown her how to do.

  “Okay, I’m….” She trailed off, catching herself with another giggle. “On my way down,” she said, instead of what she was going to say. Stifling another giggle and turning, tapping the phone to end the call and finally letting her short laugh out. Better to let him off of the proverbial hook, so to speak. Especially, if she were supposed to do as he asked and not trip her way down there. She shoved her phone into her pocket, rushing over to the elevator and grinning to herself. They couldn’t apparently, have even one normal phone conversation without thinking about the sex they had before, and that they could even now be having. How was she supposed to make it through a full, in person date? And a suite? How was she supposed to not throw herself at him?

  She sighed again, taking the elevator and raising her eyes up as she came out of it, going through the entryway and towards the front where he had said he was waiting. No impulsiveness, Ellie. Smooth, slow thinking from here on out. Lord knew that the two of them had enough impulsive decisions between the two of them before this to account for, she didn’t need to go adding onto it. She went through the doors, halting just
out front and looking around for the limo she knew he would be waiting in or around for her.

  Of course, it was an accurate assumption ‒ Morgan standing there in what she assumed was Armani ‒ again, and leaning up against the very limo she’d imagined to be there, looking like some sort of pagan god. Just like she’d first concluded. An entirely too handsome pagan god with terribly expensive tastes. His head was lowered, tapping away on his smartphone until she came into view, head rising up and grinning at her all over again, as he stepped away from the car.

  The driver, this one different from the one she’d met before, rushed around the front of the car towards the back doors. Morgan stopped him with a lifted hand, shaking his head and saying something to the man until he turned back around, rushing past the hood of the car again and getting into the driver’s seat.

  Ellie’s feet paused in place, her smile flickering in place.

  Morgan’s own lips stretched, a beaming smile stretching in place in the same way that had originally caught her attention. He stepped forward, opening the limo door for her and bending forward some, his eyebrows lifting on his face.

  Her breath caught in her throat, heartbeat pounding away. Oh, he was on the top of his P’s and Q’s tonight. Being the gentleman and opening the door for her himself and everything. He was all set to drive her insane tonight, and she couldn’t stop herself from reacting to him. God knows she tried.

  She slowed herself down, moving towards him with as much grace as she could muster, trying to look cool, confident, and sexy. And none of that ever worked for her, her clumsiness got the better of her, the bag dropping from her hands onto the ground. Then it only took a half of a second of that happening for panic to set in, her eyes widening and panic seizing her. This dress was the most beautiful thing she owned and she just knew she was going to step on it, whole body jumping forward to avoid doing so, and sending her right into Morgan’s grasping arms.