The Billion Dollar Wedding: The Honeymoon Collection

by Cynthia Dane

  More murmurs. Excited ones? Wait. Is this what Ethan meant? Had Jasmine accidentally said the right thing? Imply that he had women – let alone this woman – serving him sexually in his office? Some of these people would get off on the idea the next time they came in to discuss business. “This man gets laid in here. I mean, of course he does, because look at him, but now I know for sure, and I can see him fucking his woman doggy-style right here at this desk. I bet she’s a loud moaner.” Without realizing it, Jasmine was sharing quite a bit about herself as well.

  “Stand up.”

  Jasmine slipped off the stool and stood, not sure what to expect. Her hands locked in front of her waist.

  Ethan took her arms and positioned her to the side of the stool. “Turn and bend over.”

  Wait, what?

  What was he going to do?

  It wouldn’t be too sexual, right? He wasn’t actually going to fuck her, right? Because Jasmine had seen that sort of stuff happen in this club before, and she wasn’t sure she could take it!

  “What’s wrong? Are you feeling numb?”

  She had to regather her bearings now. “No, sir.”

  “Then obey me.”

  The curtness in his voice sent Jasmine down, arms wrapping around the edge of the stool as her ass remained unceremoniously up in the air. I have never felt this vulnerable before. Not in front of so many people. This was one of the most submissive positions she could enact, and now everyone could see it.

  “Tell me the truth, Jasmine.” The crop caressed her cheek, but did not threaten to strike her there. Nevertheless, I’m not falling for the niceties. “Did you seduce me for the purpose of taking my money?”

  “What? No!” Jasmine shook against the stool. “I didn’t seduce you at all! You came on to me first!”

  She got a warning tap on the shoulder. “Calm down. I merely asked you a simple question. No need to get so worked up over it.”

  “I’m… sorry, sir.”

  “So you swear that you never had any intention to use me for my money? You did know how much money I had. I made sure you were well taken care of during our contract.”

  “I’m not gonna lie, it was nice. The dinners, the clothes, the locations…” Jasmine tried not to get worked up. “I didn’t care about any of it in the end. If you severed ties with me like you did with all of your other girlfriends, whatever. It wasn’t until I fell in love with you that I thought about being with you for the long term. The money you were going to give me for our contract was more than enough. I didn’t care then, and I don’t care now.”

  “You don’t care now, you say? Not even with the house in the Hills and the penthouse in the city? Not even with your own Town Car and a driver to take you anywhere you want? Not even with unlimited access to my credit cards so you can take your friends out for fun or buy whatever you want?”

  “When have I ever given you reason to believe I’m using you for your money?”

  Another warning tap. “I’m not saying anything like that, Jasmine. I want to confirm your intentions. I’m supposed to be marrying you in six weeks. Would be a fine thing if you turned around after the wedding and showed your true colors. So many people seem to think you’re going to do that.”

  He lightly smacked her on top of her ass. Jasmine bristled, wondering where he was going with this. “I would never. I would rather leave you without a penny to my name if it meant keeping my dignity. So what if I like the things you bring to the table? If you lost all your money tomorrow, I would go with you anywhere. I’m not marrying you for your money. I’m marrying you because you’ve proven yourself to be a good man to me who will always be there, who will always protect me no matter what… sir.”

  “I have to say, you make a compelling case.” Ethan stepped behind her, hand clutching the hem of her dress. “Yet there’s still one thing you need to come clean about.”

  Jasmine blinked away the encroaching blindfold from her eyes. “Pray do tell, sir.”

  “Did you, or did you not enjoy what we did together, even before you claim to have fallen in love with me?”

  “I…” The crop rubbed her hip, threatening to curl beneath her stomach and surge toward her most intimate place. “I didn’t think I would enjoy it, no… and I tried to resist what I felt, because I didn’t want to think I could be into those sorts of things, or that I could get that kind of satisfaction with a man who paid me for sex.”

  “Yet here we are, on this stage, engaged to be married. Do you think you could have made it this far with me if you were not naturally inclined to submit to me?”

  “I don’t know, sir.”

  If Jasmine weren’t wearing this blindfold, she would spend half her life staring at the floor. For Ethan not so kindly ripped up her dress, exposing her ass to the harsh lights and every pair of eyes focused on them.

  Granted, she wore underwear, but a thong was definitely going to show off her ass cheeks. Oh my God! Jasmine began to shake, the stool wobbling beneath her. What is he going to…

  The crop struck her ass. A shout of frightened joy erupted from Jasmine’s throat.

  “Are you going to tell me that you didn’t like that? I saw the way you quivered. All of these people saw you shake in sexual excitement.”

  Jasmine was breathless. The sting was already fading from her flesh, but the shock of it was strong, boiling inside of her. “I… holy shit.”

  Ethan put a hand on the small of her back to steady her. Jasmine did not doubt that the ass cheek half the room saw was nice and pink by now. Although she couldn’t see it through her blindfold, she also did not doubt that the crop was hovering above her ass again.

  “Yes, Jasmine. Holy shit.” Ethan chuckled. “Do you want another? Or are you going to make me smack you until you’re begging for more? Go ahead. Show these people how much you enjoy the lifestyle I bring to you.”

  The next smack to her ass had Jasmine crying out in… what? Disgust? Adoration? A driving need to prove to both her Dom and the crowd that she was a good sub? That she was with Ethan because she loved him, because he was alpha enough to win her over, because he could get her to do and enjoy things like this? The money was nice. The money was a sweet cherry on the sundae that was their life together. But Ethan would still be Ethan even without his money, and Jasmine would still love him. I would follow him to one of those hippie farms like my parents live on. Hopefully not the same one, though.

  “Okay!” Jasmine’s ass burned from the passion Ethan inflicted on her. “Fuck! I love it!”

  “Am I your future husband, Jasmine?” Smack! “Am I your Dom?” Smack! “Am I your king, your Master until the end of time?” Smack! Smack!

  Jasmine howled from the exquisite pain this brought her. She was almost able to forget that people watched them, eagerly awaiting what she would say, all the while checking off the new things they liked about both her and Ethan. This was their playpen. Ethan and Jasmine had come to do more than play.

  “Yes!” The word fell easily from her lips. “You’re all of that!”

  The last smack hit her right in the middle of her ass. Jasmine’s knees buckled, dragging her down to the ground as she futilely fought to stay up.

  “I thought so. Just thought I’d confirm.”

  His droll humor was not welcomed right now.

  Jasmine clung to the legs of the stool, gasping for breath as the fiery pain on her flesh finally began to subside. Ethan dropped the crop next to her and pulled the blindfold off her head. Her ears rang. She heard her own heartbeat, and she heard Ethan’s voice far away, but for the most part she was lost inside her own head. Even after Ethan drew her up into his arms and carried her off the stage, Jasmine remained trapped, feeling the numbing motions course through her as light gave way to darkness, and Ethan’s voice requested something from a staff member holding a ring of keys.

  Ethan carried her down a dimly lit hallway. The woman he received a key from politely said she would take his abandoned jacket to the coat check. Jas
mine stared at the golden lights floating past her eyes. I could be carried like this forever. She was hoisted over his shoulder as he unlocked a door and hauled her inside. Jasmine half expected her fiancé to dump her on the round bed in the center of the room, but he instead lowered her slowly, until she touched the mattress and pillows.

  “You did very well,” he said. Now that they were in an insulated room with only a low hum of music pulsing through it, Ethan’s voice practically boomed in Jasmine’s ear. “I daresay I got caught up in it too.”

  “Thank you, sir.” Jasmine pushed herself up. It wasn’t that she was out of strength. Far from it. Just her whole head remained in an unbelievable haze, where all she desired was to shout how much she wanted to please this man who made her do wondrous things. “I hope I did not displease you.”

  “I’m not disappointed, if that’s what you mean.” Ethan stood in front of the bed, loosening his tie but not completely removing it. “I’m pretty sure they all believed you.”

  Jasmine crawled toward him, her ass sore but not unable to cooperate with her movements. “How could they not believe me? I was telling the truth. I resisted you for so long, but in the end, I realized how much I love you and the things we do together. Don’t you believe me too?”

  “Of course I believe you.” His touch felt like the kiss of the wind on her cheek. “How could I not believe my sweet flower? It was the other people I wanted you to prove it to. I’m sure it worked.” He chuckled. “That bit about fucking me in the office was a nice touch. I see a lot of those people in there on a regular basis. You helped me a lot.”

  “Anything for you, sir.”

  “Really? Anything?”

  “Really. Anything.”

  “So you know where we are, right? I see your eyes glazing over… that doesn’t happen like this very often. I haven’t seen this kind of look in a woman’s eye in a long time. Not even yours, Jasmine. I’m looking forward to what happens tonight.”

  “I know where we are,” she said, almost too quickly. “We’re in a private room.” Her breasts peaked at this knowledge. “You’re going to finally fuck me.”

  That chuckle turned into a heartier laugh. I don’t hear him laugh like that very often. Definitely not during scenes. Although… the longer they were together, the more Ethan laughed. Was it because he had more to laugh about? Or because he felt more comfortable laughing in front of her? I doubt he laughs in front of many people. For Jasmine, exposure and vulnerability was having her ass flashed at a few pervs. For Ethan, it was showing this kind of emotion.

  “Do you want me to, Jasmine? Do you want to continue our scene and end with me fucking you senseless?”

  Her fingers searched for his zipper in front of her. I have a job to finish. “Yes, sir. Use me however you want. I’m yours. I want to be pleased through pleasing you.”

  The way he looked at her said he had been waiting a very, very long time to hear her say words like that.

  “Then make me feel like the one man in this world you want to please the most. Let me feel how much you want and need me, and we’ll go from there.”

  Jasmine’s fingers hesitated on his zipper. “Is it okay to go all the way, sir?”

  “You do what you want. If I decide I’m not ready to come in your throat yet, you’ll know. Although…” He prevented her from going at him with a deft hand. “You better promise to be better behaved than you were last time. I’m not going to bother if you can’t behave.”

  “I’ll behave.” Jasmine wanted to be a fiend all over this zipper, but knew better than to show too much eagerness. There were other ways to show her devotion. “I promise, sir. You’ll see. I’m the best sub you’ve ever had.”

  “Those are some big shoes to fill.”

  This is a big mouth to fill. Jasmine pulled him out of his trousers, happy to see him still half-erect. This won’t be too difficult. “You’ll be pleased with me. You have my word.”

  “I put a lot of stock in the word of the woman who will be my wife. So go ahead.”

  Jasmine had never been so eager to prove a point before.

  This time she wasn’t quite as famished, however. Or at least not as famished as she had been out in the main room of the club. Out there, she had been determined to bring him as much pleasure as possible. She craved his happiness as much as she craved her own. Not too hard to accomplish when both of their needs could be accomplished with one simple action.

  An action Jasmine had a lot of familiarity with now.

  She was not the most familiar, however, with the mindset of a sub. She was starting to get familiar, though. The more she gave herself over to the motions, the emotions, and the devotions growing between them, the more Jasmine understood the true joy that came with serving the man she loved. She understood why women served like this, whether it was every day or every great once in a while. With a man who was so worthy? How could she not enjoy it?

  “I’ve never seen you like this before, that’s for sure,” Ethan murmured, his stance never wavering even while Jasmine took him all the way into her mouth and worked his length with eager tongue and throat. Mind the breathing, girl. Fine thing if she choked because she got too into it. “Keep it up and you might spoil me to the point I really think I am a king of some sort.”

  Jasmine eased off, her hand still wrapped around him as she looked up into his eyes with a gaze of longing. “Why can’t you be? You said so yourself. You’re my king.”

  Ethan would never blush to hear that, but his mouth would twitch, and his eyes would light up in a twist of surprise and understanding. “Well, I do spend an inordinate amount of time trying to make you feel like a princess.”

  Jasmine sat back on her knees, her free hand reaching up his chest and grabbing his tie. “Even when I’m doing this for you right now, sir, I do it for the both of us. Every time you look at me, I want you to see the woman you love, and the woman you want to see like this.”

  “We’re already there, my flower.”

  She tugged on his tie. Since it was already loose, it came apart easily, and all Jasmine could think about – besides ripping his shirt open – was having this sweet silk wrapped around her skin. “We could go farther. Whenever you want. I trust you.”

  “For now, I’m happy to have you do whatever pleases you.”

  Jasmine flicked the end of his tie and bent back down, resuming her physical devotion. His taste, his musk, and the sheer rigidity entering her mouth and throat were almost too much to bear. I’m going to come, and I’m not even being touched! What was this? Was this the real power of submitting to the man she loved? Getting off on pleasuring him and not just what he could do to her? Or was this what he did to her? Jasmine didn’t care. Taking him like this, whether she wrapped her tongue around his flesh or stroked his length with her hand was all that mattered in the world. Nothing – nothing – made it more powerful than gazing into his eyes and seeing him appreciate everything she did for him.

  “Don’t you want me?” Jasmine hooked her fingers into his belt loops and pulled herself up, her body on display even though she still wore that tight dress. Rip it off me. I want to feel your raw power tear me apart! “Don’t you want to use me?”

  “I don’t use you, Jasmine. I make love to you, however that love manifests.”

  “I don’t care what you call it. I want you to do it. Please.”

  His hand dug into her hair, then the back of her head. Yes, yes… Jasmine wanted to feel his power all around her. What better way to experience it than through his hand and what waited before her?

  “Since you asked so nicely… all you must do is promise that you’ll be beyond irresistible afterward, so I can give you what you deserve.”

  Jasmine wanted to nod, but his hold on her head was too strong. “Yes, sir. I’ll be whatever you want me to be.” Her body trembled for him. She would promise anything, even the moon and the stars, if it meant he consumed her with every bit of his essence. Physical. Mental. Emotional. It was all the s
ame and yet so intoxicatingly different.

  Lust surged through her as Ethan thrust forward, filling her throat, her heart, her damned mind with his strength. Fuck me harder. Unfortunately for Jasmine, she knew that would be impossible since she was still mortal and had her limits. Still, couldn’t a girl fantasize as her fiancé, the only man she would call Master and mean it, took her mouth for his own? The sheer power in his hips alone had Jasmine’s knees digging deep into the bed. She had to close her eyes, bracing herself against the force taking her over. Yet she could still feel his adoration for her, taking her over, making her his.

  “Down!” Ethan pulled out of her mouth, shoving her back with one hand and grabbing himself with the other. That part’s over already? Even though Ethan told her to get down, she had trouble obeying – didn’t she always? Until her dying day, Jasmine would always be an imperfect, insubordinate sub. That probably made him love her more.

  She was back up, hurrying to intercept his climax as the first wave burst from him. How he managed to stand up so straight, so defiant of the pleasure claiming him was a mystery – and not one Jasmine was in a hurry to solve, for she was presenting herself to him, letting his climax hit her on the throat and chest.

  “You never listen.” Ethan, still hard, pushed her back down with his hands firm on her arms. “I don’t care how beautiful you look with me all over your skin. Do you hear me? You will listen and obey when that collar is on you.”

  Jasmine didn’t feel any sense of shame this time. He’s not really disappointed in me… Nevertheless, she would have to make amends.

  “Then punish me, sir.”

  What was punishment? Was it really such a bad word? Growing up, girls like Jasmine were taught that to be “punished” was a bad thing. That she had done something wrong. That her behavior must be corrected. The fallacy was that punishment resulted in a total correction of behavior. What if she couldn’t help something? What if it was so intrinsic to her nature that there would be no helping her? That she would always need punishing?

  That she would crave it?