The Proposal (A Billionaire Romance)

by Nikki Wild

  Turns out, begging wasn’t required.

  “Now,” he said, standing up. I watched as he pulled himself up, standing in front of me and looking down.

  His eyes flashed, full of hunger and desire. “Stand up, Chloe.”

  I obeyed, silently standing in front of him.

  “Are you ready?” he asked, without waiting for an answer. “I like being in control. Until I say differently, it would be best if you do everything I say without hesitation.”

  That was my first clue that I might be in over my head. I could have strolled out of there and never gone back. It’s not like he was forcing me. It wasn’t even that he wasn’t giving me a choice. But what he wasn’t really giving me were explanations and that’s what I was desperately seeking.

  He’d told me answers would come later, and I could either trust that and trust him, or I could walk out. I glanced over at the door of the bedroom, the thought of fleeing flashing in my head.

  “I barely know you,” I muttered. “I’m so confused…” My eyes searched his for answers, but all I saw was darkness.

  Maybe it should have scared me. But it didn’t. It only increased the intrigue.

  His fingers snaked into my hair again, pulling my head back as I looked up at him.

  “And that’s what makes this so exciting, isn’t it? I’ve been dreaming about fucking you again for a week. You’re all I could think about, Chloe. And right now, I’m tired of talking. Do you understand? I’ll tell you everything you want to know. You have to trust me,” he said, pulling my head back farther, his eyes peering into mine. “Do you trust me?”

  “I - I think so,” I whispered, tears stinging my eyes.

  He smiled and nodded.

  “Good girl,” he whispered, letting go of my hair and putting both hands on my shoulders. “Now, turn around and let me see your ass.”

  “What!” I yelled, my eyes widening in shock.

  He smiled, his eyes lighting up with a mischievous glimmer and shook his head.

  “You heard me, Chloe,” he spun me around and gently pushed me forward, my hands landing on the patchwork quilt on the bed, my ass in the air towards him. His hands grabbed the edge of my skirt, lifting it up slowly over my hips, exposing my bare ass.

  “You did good getting rid of the panties. Don’t ever wear them in my presence again. Make sure you follow the rest of my instructions just as efficiently.” His hands ran over my ass cheeks hotly and I shivered at his touch. “Your ass is absolute perfection, do you know that, Chloe?”

  I blushed, my heart pounding so hard in my chest I could feel the blood pumping through my veins. His hands pulled my ass cheeks apart and I gasped.

  “Bear,” I said, shaking my head.

  “Shhh, this is just the beginning, Chloe,” he said, his fingertip trailing around my entrance. “I intend to get intimately familiar with every single inch of you.”

  I whimpered as he pressed his fingertip forward, sliding into me.

  “Mmmm,” he murmured, pressing further and further into me until his entire finger was buried inside of me. “So tight, so hot,” he said. “You know, my cock is going to feel so amazing buried inside of your tight ass.”

  I whimpered again and he leaned down, whispering in my ear.

  “Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Chloe?” he asked.

  I shook my head no and moaned as he pressed even farther inside of me.

  “Good girl,” he whispered. “I promise you’ll love it.”

  In an instant, his fingers were gone and I was left bent over the bed, my ass in the air, exposed, vulnerable and bashful as a skittish deer.

  When I heard the sound of his zipper, I bit my lip with worry. Was he going to fuck me now? His fingers had felt so amazing and now that he was gone, I felt nothing but empty and hungry and oh-so-fucking needy. Normally, I would have hated these feelings but now, with Bear, I was relishing in them.

  Slowly, I was losing myself in my desire for him.

  “Turn around,” he demanded. I did so, turning and sitting on the bed, and coming face to face with his perfect masterpiece of masculinity.

  His cock was stunning. Huge. Long. Hard. And pulsing with hunger.

  Hunger for me. Hunger for my body.

  My eyes shot up to meet his and I saw the hunger reflected there, too. My own hunger raged through me. I’d needed a man like him in my life for so long and I never really knew it.

  I wanted him to take charge.

  I wanted him to tell me what to do to please him, to please myself. I needed Bear Dalton and I needed all of him.

  And most of all, I needed every fucking inch of his exquisite cock.

  “On your knees, baby,” he said, his voice a low growl of desire, as his pants fell to the ground. He stepped out of them quickly, kicking off his shoes and ripping his shirt from his torso. I licked my lips as I drank in the sight of his sculpted muscles.

  He was like a dream.

  My eyes trailed down his tight abs, pulled down by the thin line of hair that led directly to his treasure. My eyes locked onto his pulsing cock, licking my lips as I watched his fingers wrap around his shaft before offering it to me.

  A perfect prize, a beloved treasure. And all mine.

  Pleasure pulsed through my body, every inch of me tingling with sweet anticipation. I reached out, claiming my prize, first with my hand, wrapping around the base of his throbbing hardness and then with my mouth, sliding his velvety cock smoothly past my lips, my tongue twirling around it delightfully.

  When I heard him moan in pleasure, it was like music to my ears. His cock filled my mouth perfectly, his hardness pulsing against my tongue hotly. I devoured him, working my hands and mouth in a symphony of movement until he was moaning over and over, his fingers sinking into my hair and guiding my head gently as he thrust his cock in and out of my mouth.

  “Good girl, good girl,” he growled, over and over, his cock swelling as it slid across my lips. I sucked, harder and harder, working my tongue around his shaft, pulling the head between my lips until he pushed me away. I fell back on my feet and looked up at him.

  “I’m not finished,” I begged, my lips wet and swollen with desire. He smiled down at me, the look in his eyes turning savage and raw.

  “Neither am I,” he growled, his eyes full of white-hot determination. His mouth crashed against mine, his kiss hot and hard. I melted into him, our tongues colliding and tangling together in a hot mess of unbridled lust and desire. His fingers found their way to my buttons, pulling open my suit jacket and pushing it over my shoulders. My white silk camisole tore to pieces as he ripped it from my body, tiny pearl buttons flying everywhere.

  “Stand up,” he commanded. I jumped to my feet and he unzipped the side zipper of my skirt, pushing it over my bare hips until I was standing in front of him wearing nothing but my heels and my black lace bra.

  His kisses turned harder and harder until he pulled away, unfastening the front clasp on my bra until my breasts spilled out into his hands. His fingers found my nipples, squeezing hard until I cried out in pain.

  A slow, evil smile started on his lips and spread to his eyes, highlighting the darkness that I’d seen there earlier.

  He was sweet, he was generous, he was kind, but there was a prevailing darkness inside of him that did nothing but intrigue me and turn me on. Maybe I should have been afraid. Maybe I was putting myself in physical danger. But being with Bear stimulated everything inside of me—not just my flesh, but my brain, too. My head was racing with wonder and awe, never knowing what was coming next.

  He kept me on the edge of the Universe with every stroke of his tongue.

  This was the kind of relationship that I’d yearned for. This was the kind of sex that I’d always imagined. This was the fantasy that I’d been searching for.

  A real man.

  A demanding man.

  A man that knew exactly what he wanted, how he wanted it and how to take it.

  How could I not appreciate tha
t? There were no games. No pretense. No uncertainty.

  There was nothing but need and desire and the willingness to fulfill it.

  I’d never wanted to be fucked so badly in my life. I’d never wanted a man to take me, to make me his, to use my body in whatever way pleased him…all because it brought me pleasure.

  Sure, I was confused as hell, but I’d never felt so fucking alive in my life and all I could do was beg for more.

  Gently his pushed me back onto the bed, hovering over me and pulling his mouth from mine as he looked down into my eyes, his cock inches from my waiting pussy.

  “You’re the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen, Chloe,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust as he rubbed his cock over my clit. I squirmed below him, my body thrumming with desire.

  “Bear, please,” I said, lifting my hips, eager for him to be inside of me.

  “Tell me what you want, Chloe,” he said.

  “I want you, please, Bear, please?” I begged.

  “Say it, say the words, baby,” he said, pushing forward, his cock pressing into me ever so slightly, too slightly. I whimpered, pressing my hips up again.

  “Fuck me, please fuck me,” I cried.

  “Good girl,” he growled, as his lips found mine. His cock slid inside of me smoothly, one long, deliciously satisfying thrust that sent waves of pleasure rocking through every inch of me.

  “Yes!” I cried, tears of joy springing to my eyes as I finally felt what I’d been dying to feel for so long. “Oh, my god, yes, yes, yes!”

  He kissed me hard, too hard, the metallic taste of blood stinging my tongue. My pussy quivered in the sweetest pleasure around his hardness, my body singing in joy and fulfillment as he began fucking into me over and over again. My thighs wrapped around his hips, my hands wildly running over his rippling flesh, his strength on full display as he hovered over me, his muscles flexing as he expertly pulled every ounce of pleasure from my flesh.

  His perfect cock hammered into me, slamming fully into me, his body banging against my swollen clit, his delicious fullness ripping everything away.

  There was no more shyness, there was no more embarrassment.

  There was no uncertainty, no confusion.

  As far as I was concerned, as long as this beautiful man fucked me in this incredibly forceful and gorgeous way, then he could do anything in the world to me he wanted.

  Fuck my questions. Fuck my need to understand.

  All I needed was Bear’s body, Bear’s cock, Bear’s kisses. Those are the things I understood.

  The rest didn’t matter.

  All that mattered was our bodies, fitting together perfectly, crashing together in a perfect crescendo of everything good in the world.

  His kisses turned deeper, his hands touching all of me all at once, his scent, his taste, his song…all turning everything around me and in me into the sweetest pleasure I’d ever felt.

  “Bear, Bear, Bear,” I cried, as I opened myself to him, as fully as I possibly could. My thighs fell apart, my arms wrapped around him, welcoming him in, inviting him into the deepest parts of me, parts of me that even I hadn’t seen for myself yet.

  He fucked me with abandon, his eyes closed, his hips working against me like a two hundred pound fuck machine.

  Quivering, shuddering, quakes of pleasure washed over me, my body exploding into a million stars of light as I pulsed around his hammering cock, relentlessly pounding into me harder and harder until he crashed over the edge with me, his body shuddering hard as his huge cock swelled inside of me and exploded.

  “Chloe!” he called, my name echoing off his tongue like a battle cry as he came inside of me.

  “Bear, yes, yes, yes!” I whispered, his warmth washing over me and in me, as he moaned and kissed me again, his tongue searching deeper and deeper as we clung to each other, my entire body tingling with pure joy.

  I fell back on the bed, watching him, his face flushed, his sculpted body so fucking alive and beautiful that it almost hurt to look at him.

  He shuddered and pulled out of me, the absence of his warmth so palpable I almost pulled him back in. A whimper escaped from my lips as I stared up at him.

  He pulled his pants up, zipped them and turned away from me. I was naked, splayed out on the bed like a harlot, begging for more as I watched him walk towards the door.

  “You’re leaving?” I asked, my voice full of breathless dismay.

  “You need time to get settled. One of my drivers will pick you up at nine in the morning to bring you to my office,” he said, before pausing at the door and throwing a quick smile my way. “Don’t worry, Chloe. We’ve only just begun.”

  And then he was gone, just like that. Leaving me alone in this strange city, this strange apartment, with all these strange feelings coursing through my limbs as I tried to make sense of it all.

  In the end, even that was pointless. Sleep found me before any rational thought appeared.

  Eight

  Max introduced himself as I walked out to the sidewalk the next morning. My new driver had been announced at exactly nine a.m. by the door staff, just as Bear had promised. Because of the insane bumper to bumper traffic, it took over half an hour just to drive the mile from my apartment to Bear’s office.

  I’d sat in the back of the limo, staring out at the people rushing by on the sidewalk and wondered what stroke of luck had occurred that had permitted me to be the one in the back of this limo, instead of one of the other women on the sidewalk.

  I’d spent the entire night tossing and turning on the insanely comfortable mattress that was now my bed. After unpacking, I realized I just felt lost. I had no idea what I was doing letting some man, a virtual stranger, do such things to my body. My goodness, it felt amazing, it was magical, it was like being put in a trance or something, but how had this all happened?

  It was too fast, too confusing, and I was left with so many questions.

  What was my job going to be? Bear had left that one important thing totally unanswered, leaving me with a big question mark hanging over my head. I didn’t even know what to wear, so I’d opted for another suit, this one a deep maroon that I’d paired with a pair of black kitten heels. And I’d left the panties in the drawer of the dresser, just as I’d been instructed.

  I wasn’t sure if the ban included tights, but since I was getting picked up and not one of the many people walking the cold streets of New York City, I left the tights at home, too, hoping my long heavy coat would keep my bare legs warm enough.

  I was wrong, of course. I was fucking freezing, even with the warmth of the limo’s heater blowing out hot air. My bare pussy was so cold I finally understood why men’s balls rose back up into their bodies.

  When we pulled up to the tower with Dalton Enterprises emblazoned above the door, I took a deep breath and tried to calm the nerves that were racing through my veins. I wondered if this was ever going to get any easier—seeing Bear—because up until now every single time had left me shaking and shuddering.

  The limo door opened and I stepped out, thanking Max and walking inside. I walked to the security desk and told them I had an appointment with Bear Dalton. The security guard was young and handsome, his short black hair a stark contrast to his bright blue eyes.

  “Yes, Ms. McDonnell, Mr. Dalton is expecting you. Go right up to the forty-fifth floor.”

  “Thank you,” I said, smiling at him. If this had been any other day, I might have flashed a flirty smile at him. He was my type. Or, what my type had previously been. I’d never have imagined I would be interested in a man like Bear, but here I was. Maybe I didn’t know what my type was after all.

  After a quick elevator ride, the doors opened to a sleek, shiny, modern office. The receptionist was a young pretty brunette, close to my age, but she seemed to be infinitely more sophisticated than me.

  “Mr. Dalton will see you now,” she cooed, leading me down a long hallway and opening a door at the end of it. I stepped in and took a deep breath
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  Bear was on the phone, but he flashed me a smile and gestured that he’d just be a minute.

  “Jeffrey, this can’t wait any longer. I want the deal finished today. Tell them they give us what we want or we walk, understood? We don’t have time to waste on this project.”

  I arched an eyebrow as I listened and looked around his enormous office. Apparently, he was just as demanding in business as he was with me. He hung up abruptly and turned to me. A slow smile spread across his face and he walked towards me, his arms open. He embraced me warmly, kissing my cheeks.

  “Good morning, Chloe. Did you get all settled in last night?”

  I blushed at his mention of the previous evening, flashes of him fucking me running through my head.

  “I did,” I replied.

  “Good, good,” he said, releasing me. He walked behind the enormous dark wooden desk in the corner and sat down. “Sit.”

  I obeyed, just as I had every time before, without thinking, without questioning.

  “Is my Mother here?” I asked. She’d called me last night, just to make sure I was happy with my apartment and I was pretty sure she was on the verge of asking me to live with her, but to her credit, she didn’t. I didn’t want to fight with her, but I was glad I had my own place, I was grateful to Bear for setting it up.

  I needed privacy, but I mostly needed time alone with my thoughts.

  “She’s not. She was here earlier, but she went to meet with our board of directors across town. She’s wonderful, isn’t she? She insisted on hitting the ground running.”

  I nodded and stared across the desk at him. He looked different here. More professional, a little more stressed.

  His usually relaxed shoulders were drawn up, his forehead was wrinkled in concentration. And yet, somehow, he still exuded the utmost confidence. All of this only added to his handsomeness, of course. He was a man of many layers, this much was obvious. I found myself wanting to peel back every single one of them and inspect them, explore them, taste them.

  “I have something for you,” he said, pushing a small white box with a red bow across the desk towards me.