Not Her Billionaire (The Jack Kemble Duet Book 1)

by Sky Corgan

  The next day before heading out the door to meet with Jack's mother about the wedding arrangements, I checked my cell phone. There were two missed calls from Liam and a text message. My heart sunk at the mere thought of his name, and all of the happiness I felt faded away with that thought that I had somehow betrayed him.

  Thankfully, Liam's text wasn't too invasive, simply asking if I was alright. I responded that everything was fine, and resolved to try to forget about him for now. The worst thing I could do was get my emotions all jumbled up again when I was just starting to get warmed up to Jack—very warmed up. The stupid grin returned.

  I was on cloud nine for most of the day, nodding to whatever his mother had to say. I stopped caring about the wedding a while back. The only thing I looked forward to now was enjoying a lot more sex with Jack. What had he done to me?

  At night, I anxiously waited for him to pick me up for dinner. We were past the wining and dining phase, but I still allowed him to take me out and show me off. We enjoyed an expensive meal at Per Se, then went back to his mansion for our extra-curricular activities.

  “It's time to live up to your part of the bargain,” I told him as he led me towards the dungeon.

  “What do you mean?”

  “You agreed to tell why you have a BDSM fetish.”

  Jack's body stiffened, and he stopped dead in his tracks. “Let me get you tied down first, and then I'll tell you.” He continued walking.

  “Is it so bad that you think I'll run off once you tell me?” I teased.

  “No, it's just going to take me that long to figure out how to word it.”

  I decided to let Jack have his way. Tonight, he preferred me naked and restrained to the bed. It was a lot more comfortable than being hoisted into the air. The leather from the corset had left marks on my skin. While it wasn't pleasant, I hadn't bothered complaining. At the time, my mind was too consumed with other things.

  “Now, tell me,” I said, looking up at him as he knelt beside me on the bed.

  Jack avoided my gaze, staring down at the burgundy comforter. “It's kind of embarrassing.”

  “I promise I won't laugh.”

  “I didn't really expect you to.”

  I could tell that he wanted me to remain quiet, and so I did while he told his story.

  “The first girl I was with, she was really kinky.” Jack smiled at the memory. “A lot more experienced than I was. She taught me everything I know about BDSM. How to be a good Dominant. Sex with her was absolutely amazing. But then she moved. And the next girl I hooked up with wanted a soft loving relationship. So, I gave it to her. I pretty much let her lead, while I followed. When we broke up, she told everyone at school that I was a bad lay. She even posted it on Facebook. After that, I decided that I would only sleep with submissive women." His eyes darkened. “Submissive girls don't talk about what happens behind closed doors.”

  “It sounds like your second girlfriend was just a petty bitch,” I commented, not seeing the logic in his thinking.

  “Maybe she was.” He shrugged. “I just know that she scarred me for life.”

  Men are so prideful when it comes to such silly things, I thought to myself. I couldn't believe that was his big secret. While I was happy it wasn't something more serious, I was a bit frustrated that it had taken Jack this long to tell me.

  “Well, I have nothing to base your performance off of, so you shouldn't have had anything to worry about to begin with,” I told him.

  “I suppose not. I was honestly relieved when you told me that you were a virgin, but a bit nervous at the same time. I've never been someone's first,” he admitted.

  “Well, now you have, and you'll also be my always and only.” I gave Jack a serious look, trying to drag him back into the moment.

  “I know.” He smiled warmly. “And I love you already.”

  My heart swooned as Jack bent down to kiss me. There was an electricity between us that hadn't been there before, and I found myself falling for him.

  “Now,” he leaned back, “I agreed to teach you about BDSM, and so I shall.”

  “I'm sure you'll be an amazing teacher.” I couldn't help but grin. This was going to be fun. Much more fun than the BDSM school could have ever hoped to be.

  “First, you will call me master when we're in here. Second, you'll do exactly what I say when I say it. Third, you will not speak unless spoken to.”

  “Do I get safe words?”

  Jack flicked one of my nipples, and I jerked from the shock of it. “I did not say you could speak.” Now, he was getting more serious. “Yes. I'm not sure if they went over it with you at the school, but the safe words are red and yellow. Red means that you want to stop. Yellow means that you want me to slow down or decrease the intensity. I'm not into gagging. I like my submissives to be vocal, so you shouldn't have the need for hand signals. I figured, to keep things interesting, each time we're together, I'll introduce you to something different. So, kind of like a new lesson every day. Do you like the sound of that?”

  Just in case I still wasn't allowed to speak, I nodded instead. The thought of trying something new every time we were together was incredibly exciting. Much better than lumping it all into one overwhelming lesson. Now I'd have something to look forward to, as if just being with Jack wasn't enough.

  “Today we're going to take things fairly easy and practice a bit of pain play,” he said.

  I watched Jack pull something from the bedside table, a pair of clamps attached by a thin metal chain. Without hesitation, he placed one on each of my nipples. The pressure of the plastic-coated tips biting into my flesh hurt, but not as much as I had imagined it would.

  “How does that feel?” he asked.

  “It's fine.”

  I noticed that the longer the clamps stayed on my nipples, the more they hurt, drawing me closer to my limit of pain. Jack leaned over and lapped at the sensitive tips of my nipples, temporarily drowning out my pain with pleasure. Then he slid a hand beneath my legs, palming my cunt as he stuck a finger inside.

  “You're nice and wet,” he moaned against my skin, sending a shiver down below.

  I groaned as he picked up the pace, slamming his finger into me while his palm rubbed against the erect nub of my clit, driving me closer and closer to climax.

  “Come for me, my love,” Jack whispered, gazing intently into my eyes.

  It was enough to send me over the edge, and I held my breath as my toes curled while my orgasm played out. Soon, I was panting below him, thinking of how wicked he was to make me want him so badly.

  “Now for your reward,” Jack said, moving to unfasten my ankle restraints and then crawl between my legs.

  He grabbed the chain that connected the nipple clamps and gave it a gentle tug, causing a surge of pain to race across my chest. I winced, and he watched my expression with a pleased grin.

  “Good girl.” Jack grabbed my legs and bowed them around his hips. I barely had time to look down and see his thick erection coming towards my hole before he slipped it inside. Almost instinctively, my back arched, and I moaned as we became one.

  “Oh yes,” I cried out, not caring if I was breaking my no speaking rule.

  Jack was a lot more aggressive this time, pumping into me with a voraciousness I hadn't felt from him before. This was him in his element. Powerful and dominating.

  To my surprise, I rather enjoyed Jack's fast hard love-making. No, it wasn't love-making. It was fucking. He was fucking me, and he was doing a good job of it.

  I cried out while Jack took my body to places it had never been before. My pussy deliciously clenched around his cock as I erupted into another orgasm, and I could feel my tremors traveling all the way into him, causing him to pant as his cock was about to give. Almost as soon as my orgasm ceased, Jack pulled out, gasping for breath while he shot his load onto my stomach. This time, there was no corset to catch the torrent, and my stomach ended up nice and coated.

  “Holy shit,” he coughed, leaning back on
his calves to steady himself. “That was amazing.”

  I purred at the exhausted look on his face. Knowing that I had drained him completely was one of the most satisfying feelings I'd ever experienced. Sex with Jack was definitely good.

  After going to get a towel to clean me off, Jack removed the nipple clamps one at a time. My breath hitched as pain coursed through my breasts. For a split second, it was even worse than the crushing sensation of having them on.

  “Hurts, doesn't it.” he said.

  “Am I allowed to speak now?” I asked, figuring that my lesson for the day was over.

  “Yes.” He grinned.

  “It hurts worse when you take them off than when you put them on.”

  “It does,” he admitted. “When we're married, I'll probably want you to wear them around the house sometimes. Would that bother you?”

  “Not if I got rewarded for it.” I leaned forward to place a chaste kiss on his bottom lip. That didn't seem to please Jack enough, though, and soon he was holding me in his arms, stealing my breath with an onslaught of passionate kisses.

  I moaned against his mouth, enjoying his affection. Now, I was truly happy with my fate as his wife.

  “I can't wait for tomorrow's lesson,” I whispered, running my nails through his hair.

  “Miss Rickard, I do believe you are a very sexy girl.”

  “Your very sexy girl.”

  Jack held me in his arms for what felt like an eternity—for what I wished was an eternity. But I couldn't stay with him all night. His parents expected me to come home, and I quickly began to realize that perhaps their Christian morals weren't as well suited to my liking as they had been when I first arrived in New York.

  At their doorstep, he placed another chaste kiss on the side of my mouth, and I couldn't help but grin stupidly at him as he walked away. For as much as Jack Kemble had disclosed to me, for as comfortable as I was around him, and as much as we had done together, he still seemed like a mystery. Sweet and kinky and kind. I was finally falling for him.

  The next day couldn't come soon enough. My every waking breath was consumed with thoughts of Jack and the crazy kinky things he had planned for me. What a different girl I had become in only a few short weeks. From shy and conservative to absolutely sex-crazed.

  I was more than eager to follow Jack into the dungeon, no longer seeing it as a place of torture. Now, it was the room where all of my desires came to life, a place where I had Jack all to myself, stripped of the burdens of the outside world.

  “Today, we're going to do something a little different,” he began, leading me to the bed. “We're not going to have sex today.”

  “What?” My ear to ear grin promptly faded.

  “I want you to masturbate for me.”

  I had never pleasured myself to climax before. The very thought of it was embarrassing.

  “I'd rather you do it for me,” I grumbled.

  “Watching you would give me great pleasure. Besides, you're not supposed to disobey me when we're in here, remember?” He gave me a playful slap on the ass.

  I had actually forgotten. For some reason, I couldn't switch my mind to submissive whenever we entered the room. Perhaps that would change over time.

  “So, I have no say in this?” I asked, following his lead as he began to undress.

  “Nope. And the next word out of your mouth will earn you a spanking. Remember, in here, you do what I say when I say it, and you don't speak unless I say you can. Tomorrow, you won't get any warnings.”

  When we were both completely undressed, I crawled up onto the bed, and Jack sat at the foot of the bed, giving him a good view of the action. My palms began to sweat as he watched me expectantly. It was incredibly awkward being stared at in such a way, and I found myself quickly becoming self-conscious. Everything in me wanted to speak, but I knew better, so instead I just laid there, returning Jack's gaze.

  “Well, go on,” he prodded me.

  “I don't know what to do.” I screwed my face, mildly fearful of his punishment.

  “Sure you do. Just do what I did to you the other day.”

  Knowing that I had been given a free pass, I tried to relax while I slipped a hand between my legs. It didn't feel as good touching myself as it did when Jack touched me. His fingers were thick and skilled. Mine were thin and clueless since I never masturbated. Slowly, I massaged around my cleft, hoping that it looked like I was doing a bad job so that Jack would come take over.

  “You can't seriously tell me that you've never touched yourself before.” He gave me a sarcastic look of disbelief.

  “Never.” I shook my head to add emphasis to the word.

  “Just do what feels good. It might help if you pretend like I'm not even here.”

  “That's much easier said than done.” I rolled my eyes and then relaxed my head against the pillow, staring up at the ceiling.

  Maybe if I pretended that it was his hand instead of mine. I closed my eyes, feeling the warm moistness of my skin. Using two fingers, I pressed down on my clit as I made small circles. Slowly, I began to feel my pleasure building. My free hand came up to play with one of my erect nipples, rolling it between my fingertips.

  “Spread your legs a bit wider,” Jack requested, and I did as I was told, trying to ignore the fact that he was watching my every move.

  The more I played with myself, the more ragged my breathing became, and I realized that masturbating wasn't so difficult after all.

  “Stop,” Jack said, right before I was about to climax. Like the waves receding from the ocean, I felt my pleasure ebb away as my hand left my body, and all I could think about was how I wanted more.

  Jack crawled up onto the bed, towering over me with his cock in hand, and for a moment, I was confused about what he was doing. Then he straddled my head, letting his dick hang freely over my face, and I knew what he wanted.

  The thought of taking Jack's cock into my mouth repulsed me. Never had I desired to suck a man's dick before. To be honest, I didn't even picture fellatio being a part of my sex life until meeting Jack. And while I really didn't want to suck him off, the fact that he had eaten me out meant that I was obligated to return the favor. If my face hadn't been so occupied staring at Jack's cock in apprehension, I probably would have scowled.

  “Open,” Jack told me.

  For a moment, I was reluctant. In response, Jack leaned back and twisted one of my nipples, hard. I winced from the pain.

  “Open,” he said again, and this time, I listened, though I was sure I looked mortified.

  Slowly, he pressed forward, and I felt his glans crest my teeth, his balls sagging down onto my chin. I closed my eyes and tried to be mindful about not biting him. While I had never given a blowjob before, I knew the basic rules.

  As the smooth surface of Jack's glans touched my tongue, I cowered away, already overwhelmed by his masculine scent. It wasn't unpleasant, just different, and it made me wonder what he thought about my scent.

  “Suck,” Jack commanded, and my lips closed around him, feeling the thick veins of his member. “Just pretend it's a Blow Pop.”

  A salt flavored Blow Pop, I thought as I allowed my tongue to begin exploring the underside of his shaft. The longer it sat in my mouth, the less unpleasant it became. Soon, I was more fascinated than disgusted, feeling the surprising smoothness of his skin with my tongue as my throat worked to suck him off.

  Jack held onto the bed frame and leaned over me, rocking his hips back and forth. At first, I choked as his tip speared the back of my throat, my gag reflex doing the best it could to repel the intruder. He backed off only long enough for me to regain composure before thrusting again, seemingly unfazed by the wet sounds erupting from my mouth.

  Jack groaned as he fucked my face, the only indication that I was doing a good job. I was too busy concentrating on breathing and not biting him to gain any pleasure from the act. Still, there was something incredibly sensual about giving him head.

  Sneakily, I let my hand
slip between my legs to work my clit. With each gentle circle that I made around my cleft, I sucked Jack harder, causing him to pant above me.

  “Oh yeah.” He hissed, picking up the pace. I did my best to relax, allowing Jack to take over while he pounded into my mouth. Strings of pre-come clung to the back of my throat as he worked his meaty length in and out, and I felt an overwhelming need to spit, though Jack wouldn't allow me the luxury. I tightened my lips around him, and his juices spilled out the sides of my mouth, running down into my hair.

  My fingers vibrated mercilessly against my clit while I sucked as hard as I could, the intensity of my sucking growing with the nearness of my climax. Finally, my body gave out, submitting to a round of earth-shattering contractions. Almost as the same time, I heard Jack groan, and my mouth filled with his semen, warm and thick. He held himself inside my mouth while he pumped out every drop, and I knew I wouldn't be allowed to spit until the end, if I was even allowed to spit at all.

  Even after Jack was spent, he kept himself inside of me, forcing me to endure his juices. When he finally pulled out, I let his seed follow, coating my face. Better in my hair than down my throat, I thought, hoping that I wouldn't receive a punishment for rejecting his offering.

  Thankfully, Jack didn't seem to care. He crawled off of the bed to go get a towel, though I knew it wouldn't do the trick this time.

  “Shower,” I said as soon as I had finished spitting up all of his come.

  “Yes, shower,” Jack agreed, walking me to the bathroom with a hand on the small of my back. “Next time, I want you to swallow,” he told me, not completely out of his dominant mode.

  “Maybe after we're married,” I teased. “Got to keep some things sacred.”

  “Spitting is just wasteful,” he disagreed.

  “So is having an orgasm without a purpose. I'm willing to bet that you masturbate plenty.” I gave him a playful glance before stepping into the shower.

  “Touche, Miss Rickard. Touche. You are far too clever for your own good.”

  “And you're far too sexy for yours,” I purred against his chest.

  “Touche,” he whispered again before wrapping me in his warm embrace.