The Rock Star and the Billionaire

by Demelza Carlton

  "Meet me at my private beach in an hour," Gaia told Jay, her voice breathless with excitement. Her mood wavered between thrilled and terrified. Thrilled at the thought of what Jay would do to her, and terrified of what she might feel. The room service basket had arrived, but the wave of panic that had washed over her at the sight of so many things she had no idea what to do with made her set it aside without opening it. Once she'd experimented a little with Jay on the beach, if she liked it, she'd bring him back here to play some more. "I've arranged a surprise to thank you for everything you've done."

  "Will there be handcuffs? There better be handcuffs, baby, because if this is another get drunk, lie back and be boring seduction like the last few times, you can just say thank you over the phone now and I'm good," Jay drawled.

  "It'll be different. I promise." She hung up before she spoiled the surprise and told him what she had planned.

  Handcuffs. She had to find the fluffy ones he'd given her.

  The maid had come to tidy the place already, so the ripped up contract and the wrapping paper had vanished, too. Gaia prayed she hadn't thrown out the handcuffs along with the wrapping as she desperately searched the house. If she couldn't find them, she'd need to ring room service again to get a replacement. Trying not to blush when the first order had arrived had been hard enough, but to have to face the waiter again for another one...Gaia shuddered.

  But the cuffs were nowhere to be found. Not on the dining table, and not on the floor. Had the maid taken them for herself?

  Maybe she would be better off buying a new pair from room service. At least they'd be clean.

  Gaia surrendered and opened the drawer containing the Red Book. Resting on top of it were the pink cuffs. She almost cried in relief.

  Next, she had to choose the right clothes. Of course, she intended to remove them as soon as possible, but she had no intention of showing up that way. Imagine walking around the resort naked! Not even Jay would be daring enough to do such a thing.

  Something easy to remove, she decided. Anything from the resort collection would do, but she wanted something a little bit sexy, too. Not too revealing. Something...demure. Gaia settled for a halter-neck dress, tying the straps in a bow at the nape of her neck. There. She was properly gift-wrapped.

  On her way out, she grabbed the ice bucket full of supplies for the evening. Enough to do them for an hour or two before returning to her villa for more.

  The sand was soft beneath her sandalled feet, dried to powder in the afternoon sun as it waited for the tide to come back to caress it. She knew exactly how it felt.

  Her sunbed was waiting for her, now as complete as the one next door, with cream and grey cushions piled on the grey mattress. Gaia set the ice bucket on a shelf that seemed made for it; perhaps it was. She let down the blinds, which billowed a little in the breeze. A quick check reassured her that the filmy fabric hid the bed from sight. The only way to see in was to stand directly in front, between the bed and the ocean. Jay wouldn't see what awaited him until he was almost close enough to touch.

  The scrunch of footsteps on the sand made her check her watch. Her hour was almost up, and Jay was on time for once. Her heart beat frantically in her chest. Could she do this?

  Maybe if she had a drink to settle her nerves...

  She poured champagne into two glasses, downing the contents of one before refilling it.

  Gaia reached for the handcuffs and fastened them around her left wrist. Burying her restrained hand amid the cushions, she struck a pose on the edge of the bed, with her legs crossed and peeping out from the end. She reached for the glass, holding it in her free hand as she waited for Jay.

  She didn't have to wait long. Before she could even see him, he called, "Someone said something about handcuffs."

  "I did, yes. Wine?" she offered, holding out her glass.

  Jay stepped into view. Wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung shorts, he looked as succulent as the moment she first met him. Everything she'd ever wanted.

  "Yours is over there." She pointed at a glass on the ledge near the head of the bed, which he'd have to crawl across the mattress to reach.

  He didn't move. "You going to get it for me? You're closer."

  Gaia felt an unfamiliar urge to obey, just like the girl in the book. But that wasn't part of her plan. Under cover of the cushions, she snaked the cuffs around one of the bed posts, then clipped the other cuff around her right wrist. She lifted her restrained wrists, the chain tinkling against the bedpost. "I can't. I'm a little tied up right now."

  Jay grinned. "Like that, is it? This'll be interesting." He bounced onto the bed beside her and scrambled up to grab his glass.

  Gaia hadn't thought this through properly. Drinking her champagne while wearing handcuffs was a lot harder than she thought it would be. When she finally managed to bring her lips to the glass, she drained it, then threw it on the sand. The bubbles burned in her blood, making her lightheaded as she moved onto her hands and knees, facing away from Jay.

  "Those look new." His fingers slid beneath the waistband of her knickers and pinged the elastic against her hip. Pleasure zinged straight to Gaia's core at the sting.

  Now she was glad she'd worn the skimpy underwear, though she'd never liked g-strings before. "I wore them for you. I know what I want now."

  "Really?" She heard him sip his champagne. "Enlighten me."

  "I want you – "

  He snorted. "I could have guessed that for myself."

  Gaia bit her lip. "I want you to spank me. I've been a bad girl."

  "Oh yeah?"

  "And then I want you to – " She swallowed, struggling to spit out the coarse words, but somehow she managed: " – fuck me hard."

  His hand stroked her bottom. "You don't sound so sure."

  "I am! I've never wanted anything more than I want this now!" she insisted. Was the man going to make her beg?

  The hand stopped stroking. "So you do this a lot, then?"

  Gaia swallowed. "No. This will be my first time. Go gently with me, please?"

  Silence, then his voice came out low and angry. "So you think I make it a habit of hitting women, and having rough sex with them? Have you got Shou hiding in the bushes taking pictures again? Did he tell you I like hurting women?"

  Gaia sagged. "No. I haven't seen the pilot since we flew with him out to the falls together. It's just us out here. You and me. I...want you, Jay. I want you to do all the things the billionaire does in the books you gave me. Only...while I'm in bed with you, I don't want to be the billionaire." There. She'd admitted it.

  "So you want me to rip your clothes off?"

  Her breathing hitched. "Yes."

  He undid the dress, so the front fell away, baring her breasts. He yanked it over her hips and dragged it down her legs, then threw it onto the sand. "These should go, too." He seized the elastic at her waist and pulled until it snapped, the broken end whipping her across the butt cheek.

  "Ow!" she yelped, clenching her thighs together as the sting sparked something in her core.

  "I thought you liked pain."

  "I don't know," she lied. "This is all new to me." She wanted to beg and scream for more, but she bit her lip to stop herself. He had her naked and at his mercy, handcuffed to the bed. "Do whatever you want to me. Just...be gentle."

  "Spank you, fuck you hard, but be gentle. Baby, do you have any idea what you want? Or is this just a show for more material you can sell to the press about me?"

  Press? What press?

  "You'll be naked in the pictures, you know. Not the image of the billionaire businesswoman at all. Is that what you want? Naked pictures of you plastered all over the internet? I mean, I know there's plenty of me around. I don't mind. But the media isn't as forgiving when it's a woman."

  Desperation turned her voice into a squeak. "There isn't anyone else here but us, I swear! I know I've been a bad girl. With the photographs and the press and your island and everything. Spank me. Punish me. Do whatever you wan
t to me, please. I want you, Jay. I want you!"

  "Will you still want me if I suggest we go back to my place, where I know there aren't any cameras? Or if I say no to spanking you, because it's not my thing?" Feather-light fingers caressed her bottom again.

  "Yes. Anything you want. Yes!"

  Jay cleared his throat. "Well, then. We better get you out of those cuffs, because we're not taking the bed with us. Where are the keys?"

  The blood drained from Gaia's face. "Keys?" she choked out.

  Jay laughed. "You mean you just handcuffed yourself to a bed but you didn't think to bring keys? Baby, you're crazier than I thought. I don't suppose you learned how to pick handcuffs in that snobby private school you went to?"

  Gaia shook her head.

  "I could call one of the guys from Maintenance. They'd be delighted to help. Might take a while, though. Hours, maybe."

  Gaia shrank inside. Let strange men see her like this? She'd rather die. "We could do things while we wait."

  "What, play strip poker? You don't have a stake left, baby. Besides, I already told you. Sadism isn't really my thing." Jay's tone turned thoughtful. "You know, if you stood on the bed, we might be able to pull them right over the top of the bedposts. It looks like there's a gap in the frame up there that's big enough."

  With Jay's help, she scrambled to her feet, stretching her arms up until they almost reached the top of the bedpost. She couldn't see over the frame, but Jay assured her the gap was there.

  He peered at something over her head for a few seconds before he said, "I think if you jump, you should be able to get up high enough. Just watch your head and aim for the sand." His arms stayed around her, though, wrapping her naked body in an embrace she didn't want to end. Then it did, as he stepped away from the bed. "Right, on three, baby. One, two..."

  "Three!" Gaia leaped, but something held her back, so even as she flew toward the sand, she swung back toward the bed. Her body slammed against the bedpost, knocking the breath from her lungs. But she didn't fall, like she expected to. Instead, she dangled from her wrists, caught in the cuffs that had somehow gotten stuck in the frame. Gaia scrambled for a foothold to take her weight off her aching wrists, but she could only touch the bed with two toes. Nowhere near enough to make a difference. "Help me!" she pleaded.

  Jay bounced onto the bed. A moment later, she cried out in pain as the cuffs yanked her wrists. "You're stuck up here, baby. The chain's caught on a bolt on the frame. You're going to be hanging out here for a while. I'll have to call Maintenance now."

  "Please," she begged. "My arms hurt. Help me...take my weight. Please."

  "Oh. Right." Jay jumped onto the sand, staring at her for a moment before he stepped closer. "Wrap your legs around me. That should help."

  Gaia spun helplessly as she tried to do what he'd asked, until he seized her hips and guided her legs into place. She tightened her hold and the pressure on her arms eased. She breathed a sigh of relief and kissed him.

  Jay seemed surprised for a moment, before he returned her kiss, his tongue teasing hers to come out and play. Gaia gladly obeyed, pouring all her desire into her kiss. No, not hers any more, but his. Just like the rest of her body. Her breasts softened against his chest, her toes curled against his bottom and it felt like Mitchell Falls were pooling in her belly, aching to stroke the hardening, growing ridge at the juncture of her thighs.

  But the ridge wasn't part of her. It was all... "Jay," she gasped. She squirmed against him, all hot and hard and a million times yes. "I want you. I need you."

  "Yeah, I sort of guessed that, what with the way you're soaking through my shorts and all." His eyes seemed to bore into her, melting everything in their path on the way to her soul. "You know, pain might not be my thing, but this is my kind of kink. A pair of handcuffs, a crazy position to try and a girl who's close to losing control. I think I can tip you over that edge, baby. Would you like to fly with me?"

  She needed to feel him inside her. Now. "Yes, please. Anything. I'm yours, Jay."

  "Loosen your legs, baby," he instructed, seizing her thighs. She did as she was bid, before he hoisted her up higher as he stepped back.

  "What are you – " she began, her body swinging out over the sand.

  "Trust me, baby." He settled her legs over his shoulders. Gaia's heart stuttered as she realised he had his head between her legs. Not just his head. His hot tongue slipped inside her and she almost exploded on the spot. Exploded in the air, suspended between the bed she'd handcuffed herself to and the man she wanted more than anything.

  Gaia moaned, writhing as he pleasured her with his mouth while she was helpless to stop him. She didn't want him to stop. Damn, she wanted him to do this to her forever.

  If this was what oral sex felt like, she didn't want to see another penis for the rest of her life. It was –

  Boom. The explosion inside her was bigger than any controlled detonation at a minesite. Jay had laid enough delectable dynamite to blow her to pieces with just his tongue.

  "Baby, you're so wet, I could drink from your pussy," Gaia heard Jay say from far away. She felt him move beneath her, walking while her legs were still slung over his shoulders, but she wasn't paying attention because the electrifying aftershocks from her orgasm still coursed through her.

  Unbelievable. Indescribable. Incredible. Burning cold.

  Gaia yelped as icy coldness engulfed her lady bits. She tried to twist away, but Jay held her firm.

  "Hold still, baby. I want to see which tastes better – you or the wine."

  Gaia watched in fascination as he poured more champagne inside her. This was sexier than anything in the book.

  "Would you like a taste, baby?" He didn't wait for her to reply. Instead, he tipped the bottle up to her lips and poured. Champagne trickled into her mouth, but it also ran down her chin, creating a cascade down her breasts in all directions. He poured until the last drops touched her tongue, then he threw the bottle on the sand. Without warning, he turned his own tongue on her super-sensitive lady bits.

  She moaned louder this time, and not just once, either. Every moment she begged him for more pleasure. Every stroke of his tongue sent shockwaves through her, her desire far more potent than the champagne bubbles bursting in her brain. She shrieked as she came a second time, barely feeling when he lifted her legs off his shoulders and drew them down to his hips again.

  Panting, she slowly became aware of the hot, hard ridge between her thighs. Except...she couldn't feel the fabric of his shorts any more. Gaia glanced down at...well, she couldn't call that a cocktail sausage. The man had a monstrous penis, so big she was scared it wouldn't fit inside her. He'd already sheathed it in a condom, ready to go.

  "But I wanted more orgasms like that last one," she pouted.

  He leaned in, so his mouth was beside her ear, while that hard length pressed against her thigh. "Baby, that was just foreplay. What I can do with my mouth is nothing compared to what you'll feel when I'm buried deep inside you. It's ecstasy, heaven, nirvana and the best natural high you will ever have. And you will beg for more."

  Gaia moistened her suddenly dry mouth. "Then fuck me. Please." She pressed against him, gasping as she felt him start to slide inside her. God, that felt good.

  But he didn't give her any more. Not yet. Instead, he walked her forward until her back was pressed against the bedpost, her arms straight up above her head. "So that's a yes?" he asked.

  Gaia nodded, gasping as he filled her completely. He fit just fine. So fine... "Oh, yes, yes," she moaned, squirming.

  Slowly, steadily, he moved, like he was being careful not to hurt her. "How does that feel, baby?"

  "Faster," she begged. "Harder."

  He mustn't have heard her. He slowed the pace even more, driving deep inside her before withdrawing almost completely.

  Gaia wiggled, trying to hurry him up.

  He pinned her hips to the bedpost, so she couldn't move them, and withdrew. "Who's in control here?" he demanded, his hands curl
ing around her bottom.

  "You are," she said, sighing in bliss as he filled her again.

  "So I get to call the pace. Unless you want to stop, of course. If you don't want this, just say so."

  Another toe-curling thrust took her breath away, so it was several seconds before she could gasp out, "Don't stop. Never stop. Oh my God, I love you, Jay." As the sensations built inside her, her words slipped into incoherent moaning, pounded into dust by his relentless pace until he sent her soaring with another screaming orgasm.

  She became aware of Jay swearing, growling something she couldn't understand, until he stilled inside her, his eyes turned heavenward. Gaia smiled. She'd made it as good for him as he had for her.

  "Baby, are those my handcuffs? The ones I gave you?"

  His calm words startled her. She glanced up. "Yes." She hadn't been able to bring herself to open any of the items in the kinky gift basket, so this was all she had.

  "Those don't need keys." He reached up and clicked one cuff, then the other. Carefully, he helped her lower her arms to her chest.

  Still quivering from her massive release, not to mention still impaled by the man who'd given it to her, Gaia wasn't sure whether to be angry or relieved. "Did you do that on purpose? Leave me dangling there so long so I'd have sex with you?"

  Jay laughed. "Baby, you were begging for it on the bed, remember? I was the one who wanted to go inside. Still do. The sun will go down soon, and the crabs will come out. Sex with crabs is not something I want to share with you."

  Gaia shivered. "Did you do that on purpose?" she repeated.

  Jay set her down on the sand, sliding out of her. "The incredible sex? Yes. Leave you in handcuffs? No. I forgot. I was kind of distracted." He gestured at her body. "Pretty naked girl, begging for sex and desperate for me. I couldn't refuse."

  Gaia beamed. "You think I'm pretty?"

  "Yeah. With your skin sticky with champagne, your just-fucked hair, your face flushed and your voice breathless from screaming my name through the best orgasms of your life...you look real pretty, Gaia." His sincere smile held no trace of laughter. He really meant it. "Now, on rare occasions, I have given into a pretty girl's desires and spanked her, but only in the privacy of my hotel room. So if you're serious about wanting to spend the evening with me, and maybe forgive me for forgetting things, would you like to come back to my place tonight?"