The Billion Dollar Wedding: The Honeymoon Collection

by Cynthia Dane

  “There’s something you don’t see every day,” someone mumbled. Jasmine shrieked against Ethan’s mouth to feel him slide his hand between her legs. “Damn, they’re kinda hot.”

  “Quick. Ply them with more liquor. Maybe they’ll fuck right there.”

  “Henry! Get over here and make-out with me! Now!”

  “Shhh, don’t startle them! We’re seeing something that only happens when the planets have aligned. Wait, are the planets aligned right now?”

  Jasmine’s lips didn’t want to let Ethan’s go even after he began to pull away. “Giving the people what they want, I see,” she said. “That was… unexpected.”

  Ethan lightly touched her all over as the nine-o-clock lights dimmed in the club. In that corner of the room, the only way anyone would be able to see anyone else was if they got in their faces. Yet only a few feet away Jasmine could see the familiar outlines of the same folks they always saw at this sort of place. It was comforting, in a way. Jasmine didn’t want to live this every weekend like some of these people, but it was a good time to have once in a while.

  As music thrummed through The Dark Hour, Ethan took Jasmine’s hand and brought it to his thigh.

  “Excuse you, Mr. Cole,” Jasmine said with a hint of humor in her hushed voice. “This is a public place.”

  He leaned in near her ear. “All the better for you to show off what a precious pearl you are, my sweet flower.”

  Flowers, gems, freakin’ angels and cherubs… there was no end to Ethan’s cute names for her, and yet Jasmine always ate up every one. It’s the way he says them. Completely serious. Full of adoration. Not afraid to be caught being sweet with his lover, girlfriend, fiancé, sub. In less than two months, Jasmine would be his wife, and she did not doubt that he would still be parading her around and calling her every silly name in the book.

  Not to mention… precious pearl had many delightful connotations.

  “Are you sure?” Jasmine asked, already feeling like they were swept up in their own shadowy, sinful world. Nevertheless, insecurity gripped her. I’ve never done something like that in public before. This wasn’t like fooling around in his office. People were here to watch and be watched, or at least to drink up such an atmosphere. Jasmine would confirm that something was afoot in this club before assessing how she felt about it. One thing at a time!

  “I wouldn’t suggest something I wasn’t sure about,” he growled. “Now, surely you didn’t think we came here to rabble-rouse for five minutes, drink some liquored up juice, kiss a little, then leave? Because that’s not exciting. This,” he moved her hand onto his crotch, “is exciting.”

  Jasmine tried not to choke on her spit at seeing this side of Ethan. He never wants to do things in front of others. He says it’s private… “I’m not gonna lie, sir…” She humored him with a rub to his growing bulge while massaging his shoulder with her other hand. “It is exciting.”

  “Then what are you waiting for? I’m expecting some attention.”

  “Yes, sir…” Jasmine grabbed him, because she knew if she didn’t make a bold move, she might lose the nerve. “Can you kiss me?”

  He was already halfway there.

  Having him kiss her while she rubbed him through his pants emblazoned her. Perhaps it was the sheer amount of virility coursing through him, making him hard, forcing him on her as he felt up her breasts and explored the curve of her throat with his meandering lips. All right, this is pretty hot. It was nothing like being at home when something like this erupted. There was sultry music. Lighting – or a lack thereof – that evoked feelings of dark passion. The sexual energies of other people either flirting at the speed of light or getting it on without a care in the world. So that’s the appeal? Why hadn’t anyone told Jasmine before now?

  Maybe some people watched them. Maybe they were titillated. Maybe they had been waiting to see Ethan Cole fuck his woman for months, until the mere idea was nothing but a modern myth spread through the upper kinky echelons. It’s so dark over here, though… That was part of the appeal, the enigma to Jasmine, who hurried to unzip her fiancé and feel him for the first time all day.

  He could say that the loving in the car was payback for the oral sex at the beginning of their relationship, but it didn’t work that way! That had been now, in the present, getting Jasmine riled up and ready to go. Sure, she came, but that was hours ago, and since then she had been walking around thinking about what else her fiancé could put inside her.

  This thing right here. Jasmine was so wound up that she didn’t think twice about stroking him on the public couch. Her hand massaged his entire length, fingers gripping his girth and her thumb feeling liquid drip across it. Ethan was holding back so much still. He wanted her. She could feel it like she could feel him manhandling her with his mouth and palms. Take me. I don’t care. Push me down on the couch and fuck me until I scream in front of these people.

  Instead, Ethan pushed her down in the other direction.

  All right. Next best thing. Jasmine could work with this. As long as his cock went inside her somewhere she would be content. For now.

  I am giving a man a blowjob in public. That thought lingered in her head for a whole five seconds before she gave herself over to the whim of the moment. Oh, and the sheer amount of musk overtaking her tongue and nose helped a lot too.

  Jasmine didn’t think she had ever been so famished for a man’s cock before. Giving Ethan head was always a good experience, sometimes fantastic, but it wasn’t enough tonight. She had to make love to that damned cock using nothing but what her face offered. Even her hands were largely useless, since they fumbled against his thighs and fought to keep her up on the couch. Once she had a hold of him and had steadied her breaths? He didn’t stand a chance.

  “Fuck,” he growled, pulling her by the ponytail. “Keep that up and you’re going to make me come in front of all these nice people.”

  Maybe that’s what she wanted.

  But it wasn’t what Ethan wanted. He pulled her off, intercepting her mouth with his own as he pushed her knees onto the floor. His cock was still out, enticing Jasmine. If I get up just right, I could straddle his lap. She was sucked into the frenzy of sex, her body calling out to his while the music thrummed in her sinew and the lights played with eyes.

  “No,” Ethan said, looming over her with both hands on her shoulders. “Did you not hear me? No.”

  No?

  “When I tell you no,” Ethan said, his voice even for a guy whose cock was that rigid, “you obey. Do you understand?”

  Jasmine couldn’t move. She wanted him, carnally, her hands trying to claw at his arms so he would give her what she wanted. Yet it sounded like he was implying something else entirely… like they were going to stop for now. “I…”

  “Wait here.” Ethan zipped himself up, although he still strained against his trousers. “If you obey at least that much, then I’ll forgive you.”

  Forgiveness? How much of a fog had Jasmine been in that she needed forgiveness now?

  Why was she, a woman kneeling on a floor in a sex club, so disappointed in herself?

  Ethan moved away, giving Jasmine a full view of Monica still sitting in her chair on the other side of the coffee table. She didn’t say anything, but her look spoke on her behalf. “That’s how a sub feels in these situations, dear.” Monica was the only woman in that club who could look at her like that and not make Jasmine feel dumber than a bag of marbles.

  Chapter 9

  “You are definitely the most beautiful woman in this whole club.” Ethan rubbed his thumb along Jasmine’s chin, feeling the corner of her mouth before pushing back toward her ear. “I know. I did a tour earlier while I cooled off.”

  In the fifteen minutes he had disappeared, Jasmine spent a lot of time soul-searching. The poor dear was still at a loss for words over how she felt disappointing Ethan. He told me to stop, and I was so lost in my own lust that I didn’t hear him. Ethan, like Jasmine, had a safe word for their scenes. “No”
was not Ethan’s safe word, meaning that word came from the Dom in his mind and loins, not the human in his heart and soul. The only sacred thing Jasmine had transgressed was the understanding between Dom and sub. When her Dom said no, he meant obey me. Jasmine had not obeyed him, for better or worse.

  He came back to a changed woman. Jasmine sat on the couch, her demeanor the most submissive he must have ever seen. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please don’t be disappointed in me. I didn’t mean to disobey you. Let me be with you, sir. This feeling was new to Jasmine, and yet she followed the path, her heart saying it was the only way to enjoy herself tonight.

  Now they stood behind a stage, Jasmine shaking in her sandals. Ethan had dropped a bombshell on her a few moments ago.

  “Tell me that you will be the greatest woman I could possibly take out on that stage. Mean it. I have to trust you when you say it.”

  Jasmine looked him in the eye. “I am nothing but the best, sir. If you’re going to marry me, I must be the best.”

  “Isn’t that so?” Ethan removed his jacket, draping it across the back of a folding chair. “I’m going to take you out there, Jasmine. All of those people are going to see you, both as my sub and as my future wife. When we leave that stage, they will know that you are the greatest woman to ever grace my heart or my bed. Promise me that they’ll see that.”

  Tingles flooded her. Tingles from what? From fear? From desire? From the thought of pleasing her man in such a way? “I promise. I will obey you. Whatever you want. Except…”

  “Except what?”

  Jasmine broke eye contact. Ashamed? I hope not. “Please don’t make me have sex like that. It’s not just embarrassing to think about, I…”

  He touched her shoulder, bringing her eyes back to him. “I would never. I don’t want to have sex in front of people, Jasmine. What we did on the couch was far beyond what I would normally consider comfortable. What we do when we are alone is a sacred experience between you and I. They don’t need to see that. What I’m proposing is that they see our bond in other ways.”

  “They would like that?”

  “They don’t come here for the sex, Jasmine. They come for the same thing I sometimes enjoy seeing. They want to see the bonds between Doms and subs, which don’t have to consist of nothing but sex acts. I know you can obey, and I know you can trust me. Do you trust me?”

  “Yes.” Jasmine was still nervous – she never did like being the center of attention much, let alone like this – but if Ethan said no sex, then there would be no sex. Oral included, hopefully.

  “Good. Even so, we should have a safe phrase for you to use if you get too scared. Your normal safe word is too obvious. So, if you decide you really don’t want to continue and I should end our scene prematurely, tell me, ‘I’m starting to feel a bit numb, sir.’”

  “Got it.” Jasmine could remember that. She hoped. “Just promise me in turn that it won’t be something that embarrasses me outside of this club.”

  “The only way you could possibly embarrass yourself is if you misbehave on purpose. I can’t imagine you doing that. Besides, I think you will find most of those people very forgiving otherwise. You know what else?”

  “What, sir?”

  Ethan smiled. “If you behave well, you will bring me very good business. Your own social standing would go up with many of those men and women.”

  “You think so?”

  “I know so. They’re not too hard to figure out in this place.”

  Jasmine wanted to believe it. Heaven knew she needed all the help she could still get.

  “Let’s go, my flower.”

  Ethan kissed her, softly at first, and then hard enough to let Jasmine feel the rush of impending lovemaking course through her. Naturally, they were not going out to make love… not the kind she was used to, anyway. They were, however, going to show off a certain kind of love that until now Jasmine thought was so utterly private that not even Monica would see the full brunt of it. Then again, she saw me give her ex-boyfriend an unfinished blowjob, so…

  Jasmine pulled her hair out of its ponytail and let her black locks flow over her shoulders and breasts. Ethan fixed up the last of it before letting Jasmine reach over and adjust his tie. “Are you ready?” he asked. “If you’re not sure you want to do this, let me know now. I’ll be disappointed, but I won’t be angry. Even the disappointment won’t last too long.”

  She returned his smile, lowering her arms to her sides. “This is one of our last weekends before we get married. I want to spend it having as many adventures as possible. This would… certainly be an adventure.” Never in a million years had Jasmine figured she’d be caught dead on a BDSM stage putting on any kind of show. She still wasn’t sure about it, but it was better than wondering What If for the rest of the year. “I love you, Ethan.”

  He hesitated before leading her out onto the stage. “I love you too, Jasmine.”

  They shared a smile before transgressing a boundary they had both shared for so long.

  ***

  Most of the faces that Jasmine could see – which weren’t many at all – said everything the whole room had to say. “Am I going blind, losing my mind, or drinking too much? Because that looks like Ethan Cole and his woman on stage.”

  Ethan didn’t let her look at those people for very long. He blindfolded her with some of the sheerest silk Jasmine ever touched, so while she could still see shapes and colors, details were completely lost to a haze.

  “Sit on that stool.”

  Jasmine, with her hands slightly out to check for obstructions, went to the stool and hoisted herself on it. The hot light shining above her made her feel like she was in the world’s most damning spotlight. Don’t think like a normal woman. Think like Jasmine the sub. The woman who had been so horrified to disappoint her Dom earlier.

  “Good. Now tell these fine people watching us right now who you are.”

  Jasmine bit her lip before summoning her voice. “I am Jasmine Bliss.”

  “Who are you to me?”

  “I’m your fiancé.”

  “What else are you?”

  It sounded like he murmured into her ear, yet Ethan’s voice was loud enough for most of the club to hear. The mics hanging above them made sure of that. “I’m your sub, sir.” She said it as confidently as possible, which was a trial to her fluttering heart.

  “That’s right… and in case these people have heard stories that aren’t true, we should try clearing them up. How did you and I meet, Jasmine? Don’t hold back the truth. I want to hear your version. I’m sure we wouldn’t disagree.”

  Jasmine swallowed. What was this? An interrogation? “We met when I came to your building for a job interview.”

  “Were you there to see me?”

  “No, sir. I was interviewing for a different job than the one I ended up with.”

  “What job did I offer you that day?”

  Jasmine gulped. Did he really want her to say it? “To become your personal assistant.”

  “That’s not all I offered you, and you know it. Be transparent.”

  “You made it clear that part of the job was being your contracted submissive as well.”

  A low murmur went through the room. How many bets had people won?

  “That’s right. For a long time, I didn’t date like a normal man. I didn’t come to places like this to find my next bit of fun, unless I was between women. Instead, I approached women I found beautiful, like you, and asked them to be with me for six months. Rarely longer.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “You said no at first. Then came back because you wanted the job.”

  “That’s true.”

  “Why did you want the job after all? You had told me that I was a sorry human being for offering you such a thing.”

  Why is he doing this? Jasmine didn’t dare linger on her answers. “I needed the money. I hadn’t had a real job in months, and my money had run out. I thought… it wouldn’t be so bad, being your mistress o
n top of your assistant.”

  “Don’t you know what kind of woman that made you?”

  Jasmine was glad she couldn’t see the people watching her. How many were getting off on this? “I thought about that every day. I didn’t care.” It was true. Jasmine had been so hard up for the money, and Ethan was so good looking and rich that any morals she had went flying. Who gave a shit if she was technically a sugar baby, or an escort? There were worse ways to make money than giving a handsome billionaire a blowjob once every other day… and occasionally taking his cock elsewhere inside her. Okay, a lot, especially toward the end. Jasmine didn’t anticipate loving the way Ethan used her so much.

  “Good thing I didn’t care about that either. In fact, one of the reasons I ended up falling for you was because of how much you didn’t care about what it made you or what I thought of you because of it.”

  Is that true? Ethan had never said something like that before. Furthermore, what was the point of all this?

  “Now tell these people about what I used to make you do in those six months we first had together.”

  Jasmine had to wet her throat before replying… and even then, she wanted to freeze up and deny how nervous this made her. I must obey. Not to mention, Ethan would know if she was lying or not. “Well, aside from being your personal assistant and all the boring stuff that entailed, I had sex with you, as per our contract.”

  “You can be more descriptive than that.” Something soft, yet cold, touched Jasmine’s throat. Is that a… It was the end of a crop. The end of a crop! Jasmine had to stop sweating. People could see it shining in the lights. “What kind of things did we do together?”

  Jasmine couldn’t help but swallow again. “We had sex in your office and in your homes.”

  “Did you do this because you couldn’t help yourself? Or because you were serving me?”

  Was this a trick question? Not like Jasmine could ask right now. “I was – am – your sub, sir. I do whatever you ask of me. If you ask me to blow you in your office, I do that.”