Caged (How Not To Be Seduced by Billionaires: Book 3)

by Marian Tee

  "I bet she's gorgeous."

  Did being voted Ms. Beautiful in kindergarten qualify?

  "For sure, she's rich."

  I turned around. “I’m going now---”

  George laughingly spun me back to place. “Forget about them, Yanna. This is your day. Don’t let what they think ruin it.”

  Easy for him to say, I thought waspishly. He wasn’t the one the women were expecting to be a supermodel, beauty queen, and heiress all rolled into one. There were no available seats left by the time we got in. George and I had to stand at the wide sills of the windows at the end of the cafeteria just so we could caught a glimpse of Constantijin, who stood at the very front, on top of the company’s mobile stage. He appeared gorgeous and utterly relaxed – the ass.

  “Oh my God, I wish I was able to have sex with him before he found a girlfriend.”

  “Who said that?” I hissed at George, who only laughed in answer.

  Another one muttered, “This has to be serious – he never introduced the other ones.”

  Charli went up the stage, microphone in hand. “Hello, everyone!” The whole crowd instantly cheered at her words. She was stunning to look at, the perfect choice for a host of this occasion.

  “You know why we’re all here.”

  The men cheered and the women booed.

  I just wanted to go. So this was what he meant I’d have it easier if I had just confessed first about us. On hindsight, I should have totally done what he said. I could have just changed my status on Facebook to In a Relationship and that would have been it – everyone else would have spread the word for me.

  Now I was stuck with Constantijin’s insane ability to torture me with embarrassment.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, without further ado, I give you Constantijin’s girlfriend.”

  Charli’s last two words made me jump, my head immediately jerking back towards the stage. But Constantijin was nowhere to be found. Shit – where was he--- “Aaaah!”

  If people had also been wondering where he was or where he was going, my scream totally gave his location away. And the presence of his girlfriend.

  He glanced up at me, even though I wasn’t really that far from him, with Constantijin’s exceptional height. A sexy, lazy smile touched his lips as he drawled, “Now, my beautiful little girlfriend, why don’t you give me a kiss so that everyone here knows how proud you are to be mine?”

  I choked on my laughter as the women around us let out an audible sigh. “You really had to say that?” I whispered.

  “Yes, and you really have to kiss me n---”

  I covered his lips with mine, hoping to surprise him. And he was, but this was Constantijin and he recovered in a moment, his hand curling around my nape to pull me closer. It was supposed to be a chaste kiss, but then he was licking my lips, applying pressure, and I had to part my lips open so his tongue could enter my mouth.

  And that was it.

  I totally lost all sense of propriety. All I knew was that Constantijin was kissing me hard enough to have my senses totally reeling. Without breaking our kiss, he suddenly swung me off the window sill, his arms tightening around my waist as he slowly lowered me to the ground.

  When he lifted his head, I immediately tried to catch my breath.

  One arm around my waist, he had us turning together to face the now-silent crowd. I paled, seeing how all eyes were on us, but Constantijin didn’t appear to mind or maybe he was used to this kind of attention.

  He addressed the crowd, but his gaze was on Drake as he said succinctly, “My woman.”

  Lesson #7

  Your billionaire will only stay in a cage with you

  if it is a cage he has designed.

  Constantijin Kastein as a boyfriend was more than any woman could ever want. I knew that ‘boyfriend’ would seem like a tame word to describe someone like him. Yet I liked it – and he seemed to like it, too. He told me he had never been any girl’s boyfriend. If I had my way, I’d always be his girlfriend.

  Whenever he was with me, he would occasionally show a childish side to him, the side you’d expect from a boyfriend who cared for you and not from a complex and enigmatic lover who used to be the most famous playboy in Netherlands.

  I loved it.

  I loved him.

  Day Two

  The first thing I wanted to make sure was that everyone in the office would understand nothing had to change with how they treated me. I might be the boss’ lady, but I was also just Yanna Everleigh – one of the new girls in Kastein Inc.

  I sort of made the right – and wrong – decision telling Charli about it, and the next thing I knew she was walking past me, my latest report folder tucked under her arm, and opened the door of her office. Then she threw the folder on the floor and started screaming.

  “Are you seriously giving me this crap just because you’re Constantijin’s girlfriend now?”

  In the act of kneeling down and picking up my report, I froze, staring at her with my jaw on the floor. Was this for real?

  Charli’s eyes narrowed. “And now, you don’t think I’m even worth answering to?”

  Report now in my hand, I stammered, “No! I mean, oh my God, no. I just---what’s wrong with the report?” Did she really hate my report that much? She asked for a sexy paranormal romance that could compete against The Vampire Diaries. I gave her Love Monster, which told the story about a girl who just discovered her demon parentage (the good kind) and found out she was a living legend among other supernatural creatures. The twist: she got kidnapped by a handsome and powerful demon who was pissed by the fact that she had forgotten he was her fiancé.

  Did that not sound good?

  “There are so many things wrong with it. The report’s good but it’s not the best you can do! I don’t want you to be suddenly complacent just because you’re with the CEO.”

  “I won’t be,” I promised her fervently.

  Constantijin appeared at the doorway, a frown on his face. “Everything all right, ladies?”

  “Don’t interrupt!” Charli snarled.

  Behind her, I quickly shook my head at Constantijin, warning him from meddling.

  He stared at me for a moment before turning away without a word.

  Charli stalked back to her table, saying loudly, “Thank God Constantijin at least knows better than interfering.” Her narrowed gaze swung back to me, and I did my best to meet it. “You know better than to play spoiled with me, don’t you, Yanna?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Charli!”

  “Sir Charli – I mean, Ms. Charli.”

  She nodded. “Good. Now close the door and get back to work.” With shaky legs, I went to her door, conscious of how everyone was deliberately slowing down in front of Charli’s office to hear more of how she was scolding me.

  The moment I shut the door, Charli said, “Was I good?”

  I whirled around in shock.

  She grinned at me. “I think I was since I totally had you convinced you, too.”

  “B-but---”

  “Yes, I know, you’re grateful. Now everyone really knows you’re not going to get special treatment. And by the way, great report.”

  I was still shell-shocked when I went back to my cubicle. My phone beeped, and I knew immediately it was Constantijin. What happened?

  Charli taught me a really good lesson. Everything’s cool – don’t worry.

  Glad to hear that. Tonight, I have a lesson for you to learn as well.

  Oh, dear. That sounds very bad.

  We can start now if you want.

  NO.

  Come here. I miss you.

  No! Office hours!

  My phone rang. Constantijin purred from the other end of the line. “If you are not here under one minute, I’m going there, and I’m going to kiss you in front of your lovely lady colleagues. Arian will hate you more, and she’ll sabotage your reports again---”

  “I’m coming, you ass!”

  Day Four

 
“You told me you’d be home by tonight.” I pouted at the iPad, deliberately bending close to the screen so he could see more of my cleavage, which was enhanced by my silky nightgown. Honestly, I was blushing all the while I did it but I wanted to punish him.

  “Sweetheart, you are cruel.” Constantijin’s voice was strangled.

  I grinned, leaning back so he could see my face and not just my barely-covered breasts. “I know. It’s your fault. I…missed you.” I still had a hard time admitting my feelings to him, but this time I couldn’t help it. After announcing to the entire company that I was the only woman in his life now, he had to leave for an emergency meeting in Dubai - again.

  "I missed you, too. More than you fucking think."

  I tried not to giggle. No one was like my Dutch billionaire, with his rude and sweet ways.

  “Where are you anyway?” He was surrounded by so much darkness I couldn’t quite determine where exactly he was.

  “A hotel room,” he answered briefly.

  “Where are your friends?" Constantijin had no choice to introduce me to the two other men that made up the world's legendary Pussketeers, not when they had more or less gatecrashed our video call last night.

  "Out. Watching naked women dance---a gift from an oil sheikh."

  I choked. "Don't join them!"

  "I won't on one condition."

  My eyebrows shot up. "Condition? This isn't something you can---"

  “Yanna, strip for me again.”

  “What?”

  “But I miss you so, sweetheart.”

  I glared at the screen. “No---”

  He grinned back. “And this time, I want you to touch yourself as you do.”

  “NO.” This time I couldn’t help turning red. Touch myself? Was he for real? I couldn’t even say ‘cock’ to anyone except him and now he wanted me to touch myself?

  “Why not? It turns me on to see you touch yourself.”

  I gasped. “I can’t do that!”

  “Why not? Take pity on a starving man, Yanna. I miss you very badly. I can’t even focus on my work because I keep thinking about you, spread open under me, taking you with my cock---”

  “Constantijin!” I wailed, quickly lowering the volume of my iPad. God, I hoped Alyx was asleep by now. She would never let me live this down.

  He sighed. “Next time then. If you do not want to touch yourself then talk to me instead.”

  “T-talk like what?” I asked even though I had a feeling I knew where this was going. I also knew I was scared and excited by it.

  Constantijin’s voice had taken on a purring note, the kind that never failed to do crazy things to my body. “Yanna, you know what I want.”

  God, I couldn’t get enough of him whenever he talked like this – like he knew he was so sexy he was impossible to resist. And he was.

  My breath hitched. “I d-don’t know what to say.”

  He whispered ever so softly, “If I say I want to know how it finally feels to feed you my cock, what would you say?”

  I squeezed my thighs together, but it was too late. I was wet, so much. Swallowing, I murmured, “Then I’d say I want to know how your cock tastes, too.” I closed my eyes right after I said the words. Oh my gosh, did I, like, did I freaking, like, just say that?

  “And if I were standing next to you, what would you do?”

  My eyes closed, I slowly narrated what I could so easily imagine now, the pictures so vivid more heat invaded my body even as the triangle between my legs became wetter. “I’ll…push you to the bed, unbuckle your belt, take off your pants. Everything until you’re completely naked.”

  “And then?”

  “Y-you’re already hard, but I want you harder. So I’ll…I’ll caress it between my breasts.”

  “Are your nipples hard now, Yanna?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. And after you give me the best fucking boob job in my life, what next?”

  “I’ll take you into my mouth---”

  The door crashed open and I shrieked and then I shrieked again when I took in the sight of Constantijin standing in the doorway, wearing a black leather jacket, white shirt, and jeans.

  “Oh my God, why are you here?” My hands crisscrossed over my body in different ways as I tried to figure out which to hide first.

  “Surprise.” With a dangerously sexy smile on his lips, he stepped inside my room and kicked the door shut.

  Shaking my head in disbelief, I mumbled, “I can’t believe you’re here. Aren’t you supposed to be at Dubai?”

  “I took an early flight home and decided to surprise you.” He shrugged out off his jacket and hung it next to my bathrobe on the door. “Happy?”

  He almost sounded like he was unsure about it and I rolled my eyes. “You really have to ask?”

  Constantijin’s shoulders moved in an indolent shrug. “Now…” He glanced meaningfully at the bed.

  I gulped.

  “How do you feel about sucking my cock now?”

  My throat went dry, but I couldn’t deny how my body leapt at his words. “I…” Closing my eyes for a moment, I said, “That…that sounds fine.”

  “Then I’m yours.”

  It took a few more seconds before I could force myself to move and then I was slowly leading him to my bed, which seemed impossibly small for someone his size. When he landed on his butt, I gave him a gentle shove, and he obediently lied on his back.

  Conscious of his gaze on me, I did what I said over the phone, starting with unbuckling his belt then pulling it out of the straps. Throwing it to the floor, I moved on to the zip of his jeans, struggling with it because his cock was already straining for attention underneath it.

  “Need some help?” he asked huskily.

  I shook my head, frowning in concentration as I finally wrestled his zip down and proceeded to pulling his jeans off. It joined his belt on the floor, followed by his socks, shoes, and everything else until he was down to his black briefs.

  Oxygen level inside my body dipped low as I pulled that last piece of clothing out of the way. His cock jerked up, as if knowing what was next.

  “What next?” I whispered.

  “Your breasts,” Constantijin growled.

  Oh, right. I did say that. Right?

  Bending down, I slowly pushed my breasts close until his cock was a snug fit in between. I moved up and down, and I felt Constantijin’s entire body shudder at the movement. Taking confidence from that, I bent lower, squeezing my breasts closer just as I licked the head of his cock.

  Constantijin groaned. “Ah, sweetheart. That was---aaah,” he finished with another groan when I took in the entire head with my mouth, tongue swirling around it like a lollipop. The taste of his cock was salty and something else, something totally Constantijin. The pleasure I heard from his voice and felt from the shudders that constantly went through his body fed my own pleasure, giving me a dizzying sense of power.

  More assured now, I released my breasts to cup the soft sacs underneath and was rewarded by another groan.

  “Hold my cock,” he growled.

  Grasping him with one hand, I squeezed the base of his cock just as I tried to take more of him into my mouth.

  “Yes,” he gritted out. “More.”

  I rose up so I could take another few inches.

  Constantijin’s fingers sifted through my hair before gripping it with delicious roughness. “More, Yanna.”

  Something inside me thrilled at his demand and I did my best to take more of him, pausing once in a while when I felt my throat closing in protest, unused to taking in something as large as his cock.

  When I had in all I could take, I began moving my mouth up and down, loving his cock the way I had secretly dreamed of for so long. Constantijin groaned in rhythm with my movements and as his grip on my hair tightened, I instinctively increased my tempo, head bobbing up and down as I sucked him with all I got.

  “I’m coming,” he said harshly.

  I knew he was asking me i
f I wanted to take in his cum as well, and in that moment I realized I did. I wanted him mine, all mine, and this part of him wouldn’t be anyone else’s.

  When his body tensed, I took my cue and squeezed his balls gently before raking my nails on his crotch.