The Boss Me Series: Complete Billionaire Boxed Set Romance Books (1-3): (A Billioniare Steamy Romance Series)

by Brooke Kinsley

  "I never knew you were so ticklish," he grins.

  "Oh my God," I squeal. "Don't!"

  Lightly, he blows onto my navel, his breath turning cool as it makes contact with my skin. Moving lower, he blows onto the soft, sensitive curve of my inner thighs and moves inward. Then his tongue is running the length of my lips, his spit mixing with my wetness as he groans. He sucks hard, my pussy like a juicy fruit as a torrent of liquid passion runs from his mouth to his chin.

  "Fuck!"

  I raise my hips to push myself further into his face and he sucks harder, his tongue lapping quickly at my clitoris. I dig my nails into his scalp as I feel heat and blood rush between my legs.

  "Fuck... yeah just like that."

  Sliding a finger inside me, he presses up against my g-spot.

  "Don't.... I'll come right away if you..."

  It's too late. I can't stop myself and my eyes roll back in my head as I reach my second orgasm, my thighs clamping around the sides of his head as I pull at his hair. When he emerges, wiping at his face with the back of his hand, his cheeks are pink and he's grinning cheekily.

  "That was the best," he says as he lays on top of my weakened body.

  "It was..."

  "I love hearing you come."

  Reaching down a hand, I feel his swollen erection.

  "Want me to return the favor?" I ask as I begin sliding my way down the bed.

  "More than anything."

  Chapter Eight

  "I have an idea," I say as I hang off the bed to reach the pile of discarded clothes on the floor.

  "And what would that be?"

  "Shhh... Close your eyes."

  He does as I say and I wave a hand over his face to make sure he's not peeking. Pulling his belt and tie off the floor, I set about binding his wrists over his head and securing them to the bed frame.

  "Wow. I was not expecting this," he gasps, his face flushing red.

  "I have so much I wanna do with you," I say. "I hope you're not shy."

  Next, I pull the tie between my hands and yank it so it makes a whooshing sound through the air.

  "Know what this is?" I ask.

  He shakes his head.

  "I hope you've not smuggled in a whip," he laughs.

  "Don't worry. I'll save that for another time. Now keep your eyes closed. There, that's it. Good boy."

  Wrapping the silk tie around his head, I tie it in a loose knot and make sure his hair isn't' tangled in it.

  "Are you ready?"

  He nods.

  Straddling him, I kiss him softly, gently placing his erection between my fingers as I stroke him up and down. His cock twitches in my hand, the blood engorging the tip. Biting down on his lower lip, he begins to writhe beneath me, his strong stomach muscles pulling themselves tight.

  Shifting down so I'm lying on my stomach, I breathe in the smell of his sex and cum, the tangy saltiness making me wet again.

  "I'll be gentle," I say. "Unless you want it rough."

  He doesn't get a chance to answer. While gripping his dick hard, I engulf his testicles with my mouth and suck hard, my tongue sliding far back until their reaching his ass.

  "Oh, fuck!" he cries out, his cock becoming even more turgid.

  Pumping my hand up and down, I suck harder and he lets out and anguished yell as though he's being tortured.

  "I'm coming!" he roars.

  And I pull away and let go before he can reach a climax.

  "What? No! Don't stop!" he panics.

  "I'll do what I want," I say.

  He thrashes and pulls at his restraints but I've tied him too tight.

  "You're so cruel!" he says.

  "I know," I smile.

  Slowly, I begin to lower my mouth to his penis once again, my breath tickling the top of his glans. He lets out a slow breath and quivers slightly. Then, when it feels as though he can't take anymore, I reach out my tongue and lick him softly, just the once. He moans and writhes from side to side.

  "I'm so close," he whispers. "This is torture."

  I have to stifle a laugh. This is the most exquisite fun, having the opportunity to hold a powerful man to sexual ransom.

  "Please... Just do it. Suck it," he pleads.

  But I don't reply. Trapped in both silence and darkness, he grows more frustrated, pulling at the belt around his wrists until his skin turns crimson.

  "Urgh!"

  He tries to raise his hips to thrust himself into my mouth but I move away.

  "Be patient!"

  He lowers himself back down, stunned that he's been spoken to in such a way.

  "You're driving me crazy!" he shouts.

  "Be quiet."

  "Argh!"

  "Don't make me gag you."

  Meanwhile, he's still struggling against the intense need to be touched, writhing and groaning as his penis stands on end, desperate to be drained.

  "I can't stand it!" he cries.

  "I mean it!" I shout. "I'll gag you if you don't shut up."

  I'm surprising myself. I've never seen myself as a dominatrix but this is fun, almost too fun. For a second I'm even a little afraid of what I'm capable of and I wonder if I should stop right now before I get carried away.

  "You're so desperate to be fucked," I mock him. "Aren't you?"

  He nods and licks his lips.

  "This is agonizing."

  "Good."

  Sliding off the side of the bed, I stand beside him and just watch, walking over to the bedside cabinet where a glass of gin sits. I take an ice cube from the glass and drop it into my mouth with a wicked idea crossing my mind.

  "How much do you like the cold?" I ask.

  "The cold?"

  He sounds just as confused as I want him to and smile, playing with the ice cube in my mouth and swishing it from side to side.

  "The cold?" he repeats. "By that tinkling sound I just heard, I hope you're not about to do what I think you are."

  I leave him waiting in silence as I move my way down his body, blowing icy breath on his skin as I watch the hairs rise. Lingering in front of his penis, I let my chilled breath reach out to him. He twitches slightly as though he's sensed it but doesn't say anything.

  For a few seconds, I watch his body move, the way his chest rises and falls as he breathes and how his tongue is gliding over his lower lip. When I see him start to relax, I dive in for the kill. Wrapping my frigid mouth around him, my cold saliva mixed with the hardness of the quickly melting ice cube. It instantly constricts the veins of his shaft and he lets out an almost inhuman squeal at the shock of it.

  "What the hell?"

  I suck a little harder, my freezing spit dripping down to his balls so he's in both unbearable discomfort and pleasure.

  "I knew it!" he shouts. "Ah... Jesus!"

  At last the ice cube melts and my mouth begins to heat up once again. There's the sound of the bedframe rattling again and I look up to see him pulling at the belt.

  "Stay still," I whisper. "Or I'll stop again."

  He goes deathly still and relaxes back as I massage his length with one hand while darting my tongue all over his tip. Biting down on his lip, he's groaning softly to himself, moving his body in a steady rhythm to my movements.

  "I'm coming," he moans.

  For a moment, I wonder if I should pull away again and tease him until he goes crazy. But I want to see him come, want to taste him inside me and feel his body tremble as a wave of ecstasy rushes through him.

  I move fast and suck hard until my cheeks are pulled in tight and my jaw aches. He comes hard into my mouth, and I recoil back in surprise as I cough.

  "Fuck!” he cries as the bed frame rattles into a crescendo.

  Spitting onto the carpet, I pull his shirt off the floor and wipe my face before untying his blindfold and restraints. He flexes his hands and rubs at his wrists.

  "That was pure evil," he says. "I thought you were going to tease me to the brink of a heart attack."

  "Well, that's what I was t
rying to do," I joke.

  Laying down beside him, I run my fingernails down his chest.

  "How was it?"

  "Extraordinary," he says as he kisses the top of my head. "I think I'm going to buy you a whip."

  Chapter Nine

  "Where have you been?"

  Alex is standing in the doorway to the bathroom with a mug of coffee in her hands and a look of severe disappointment on her face.

  "Don't tell me you were out with that millionaire Milton?"

  "Billionaire," I correct her. "He's a billionaire and yeah, I was with him."

  She rolls her eyes and wanders through to the kitchen. Behind us in the living room, the girls are all gathered around the television getting their fix of early morning trash before going to class.

  "What time did you get in at anyway?" she asks.

  "About an hour ago," I say as I squint into the distance to see the clock.

  "Urgh..."

  She slams her empty cup down and begins topping it back up with steaming coffee.

  "I don't know what you see in him?" she says without looking up.

  "I hope you're not being serious," I say. "You truly don't find Frederick attractive? He's a gorgeous, funny genius and he's one of the richest guys on Earth but I guess you think you can do better."

  She pokes out her bottom lip in a huff.

  "I'm just saying I'd prefer a guy with morals. Did you know that one of his subsidiaries is responsible for a ten percent growth in deforestation in..."

  "Alex, don't start. I can't stand listening to this Tumblr generated eco warrior shit right now."

  "What? You don't care that he's fucking ruining the planet? You know, I used to think you were cool."

  I'm not the violent type but I have the strongest urge to slap the righteous look off her face.

  "You're jealous," I say as I walk away.

  "Jealous? Tell me you're joking! I'd never be jealous. He's a scumbag, Steph."

  "I think the lady doth protest too much," I laugh and slam my bedroom door shut.

  Jesus, is she ever happy for anyone?

  Looking at my phone, I see I've only twenty minutes to get to class, maybe twenty five at a push. Shoveling my books into my backpack and sliding into my boots, I grab my coat and curse the early winter that's sweeping the country. Back home it would still be t-shirt weather and I'd no doubt be hanging out in Jonny's pickup truck with a pack of Marlboros, talking about all the trouble we used to get into. As I hurry down the stairs, I think about maybe giving him a call. I'd got his messages but for some reason, I just couldn't bring myself to reply. Not because it hurt to say goodbye, but because it had been too easy. I'd let go of Jonny and whatever thing we had going on as quickly as I'd said goodbye to my sister's snarky remarks and my mom's terrible cooking. If I were being honest, I'd have to admit that I'd hardly thought about Jonny. The poor kid...

  Outside, I zip up my coat a few more inches, shiver and try to remember what room I'm supposed to be in. Unlike most mornings, I'm not with Gibson this morning but have the much more casual Miss Murphy, a brunet from Birmingham whose accent is still a novelty to me. Now all I have to do is remember what building her class is in. This place feels like a labyrinth at times with each red brick building looking the same.

  In the distance, I spot Morgana. I shout her name and wave but she doesn't hear a thing and it's then that I notice she has her red headphones draped over her raven black hair.

  "Morgana? That's a strange name?" a woman's voice says from beside me. “Rather Celtic, almost occultist.”

  A silver BMW is parked beside me, the blackened window only open an inch at the most. There's the hint of blonde hair through the gap, a floral scent and something else too, tobacco? The window slides down to reveal Penelope's perfect, angular face.

  "Hello there," she smiles. "Fancy bumping into you again."

  "Penelope... Yeah, it's weird. You're parked outside my dorm."

  I point over to Foxley and she looks over.

  "I remember the place well from my own studies."

  Peering into the car, I see the bump that's stretching out the seat belt and there's that smell again.

  "I don't mean to be rude but… are you smoking?"

  "Smoking!" she recoils in horror.

  "I'm sure your car smells of cigarettes. Anyway, I'm sorry. It's not my business. Forget I said anything about it."

  She eyes me warily for a moment and clenches her elegant fingers around the steering wheel.

  "So..." she says, bearing her startling white teeth, "Seeing Frederick today?"

  "No. Poker analytics isn't until tomorrow," I say although I know I'll be seeing him tonight regardless.

  "Ah, poker," she turns up her nose. "Are you enjoying it? Seems strange the university would even allow gambling on campus."

  "Oh, it's not gambling. It's mathematical strategy," I explain. "Yep, good ole Poke Anal is nothing but calculated risk and number crunching."

  "Poke anal?" she grimaces.

  "What all the kids are calling it these days."

  She grips the steering wheel a little tighter.

  "Are you waiting for Frederick?" I ask. "He's not usually in at this time on a Wednesday."

  "Isn't he now?" she lowers her gaze to the purple marks around my neck and I pull my scarf tighter. "Know his schedule quite well, do you?"

  "No!" I lie. "I mean, his timetable is up in one of the classrooms. I may have seen it."

  She taps her long fingernails along the window ledge and smiles insincerely. I can't help but notice the small yellow stain that's lining the edge of one finger, the same one I have on my hand from years of nicotine addiction.

  "Well, I must scoot. Have all sorts of stuff to do for this little one," she pats her stomach. "See you around."

  "Yeah, see you around."

  The tinted window slides back up and the engine starts. I watch for a moment as she drives away and waits until she reaches the exit before walking away. What the fuck is she playing at? She's definitely up to something. Why come to see Frederick and then leave?

  "Hmmm...."

  I stare into the distance in the direction of where the car just disappeared.

  "Hey, wait up."

  Alex jogs over with her bag and jacket undone and she fumbles with both as her hair falls over her eyes.

  "I'm sorry," she says, stopping to catch her breath. "I was a dick back there. A total knob. I have a hangover from hell right now and I just feel like killing everyone."

  "It's ok," I laugh. "We've all been there."

  "No, seriously. I feel like a cat shit in my head. There's a chance I might die. Forgive me? I didn't mean any of that crap I said."

  "I forgive you," I say and give her a little hug. "But I don't wanna hear anymore about how Frederick is the anti-Christ or whatever it is you think about him."

  "It's a deal," she slaps me on the back. "But I gotta ask. Why were you just talking to his wife?"

  She points her thumb back to the road.

  "Ah... Don't even start with her," I groan.

  "Things getting complicated already, eh?"

  "Kinda..."

  "She's a nutcase she is."

  "A nutcase?"

  "Sure. Always in the tabloids with some crazy scandal. Please tell me you Googled her."

  I shake my head.

  "Oh my God. Promise me one thing. Straight after class, I want you to look her up and revel in the joy of her miserable, public life."

  "Jesus, Alex. That sounds harsh."

  "Trust me. Do it."

  "Okay," I relent. "But we gotta hurry up. We're late already."

  Chapter Ten

  Miss Murphy is talking. Her mouth is moving and she's looking in my direction but I'm not hearing anything she's saying. Absentmindedly, I watch her move her blunted piece of chalk across the board and try to pay attention to the numbers she's scrawling, but I can't focus for longer than a few seconds without my mind running away with itself.

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nbsp; Last night, it's all I can think about. The moments come back to me in a haze of images and smells, the taste of the scotch on his lips and the coldness of the ice on my tongue. I think about the skin of his abdomen and how red tracks drifted away from my fingernails as I scratched him. I remember the way his voice reverberated around the echoic room, the four poster bed encapsulating us in our own private heaven as those oil paintings, the ones with the stern faces of his ancestors looked down at us disapprovingly.

  As I sit pretending to pay attention to the lecture, I clamp my thighs closed and try to stifle the stream of wetness that's soaking into my panties. But it only seems to be coming out more as I think about him and the noise he made as he came. And the way his tongue felt against my clit as I dug my nails into his scalp and screamed.

  "Miss. Blomquist, are you quite alright?"

  I look up and see Murphy staring at me with a look of concern.

  "Yeah, I'm alright. Why? What's up?"

  "You look as though you have a fever is what's up?"

  Alex turns to me and squints.

  "Yeah, you've got cheeks like beetroot. You ok? You're not coming down with the lurgy, are you?"

  "I'm fine. Really, guys. I'm ok."

  The whole class is staring at me and it only makes my cheeks redder.

  "I think I'll step out for a drink of water," I say as I grab my bag.

  "Good idea," Murphy smiles. "Looks like you need some air."

  A fever, I think and smile as I step out into the hallway. If only they knew. Fuck, I'm so horny right now it's unbearable. I grab my phone and hurry into the girls' bathroom, locking myself in a cubicle and unzipping my jeans in one swift movement. Then I tap Frederick's name and hope to God he answers.

  "Hello?"

  "Freddie!"

  "Stephanie. Everything ok? You sound a bit..."

  "Horny... I'm really fucking horny."

  "Oh..."

  There's a flurry of footsteps and the sound of a door opening and closing.

  "Steph, I'm in a really important meeting right now with the president of Eron Core and..."

  "I've got my hands down my panties," I interrupt him.

  He doesn't respond. There's the sound of more footsteps, the noise of a series of doors opening.