Captured by the Billionaire (The Complete Series)

by Sykes, Julia

  She had absolutely no control. And she loved it.

  He began pulling her onto him harder and faster, increasing her pace. She could feel her orgasm building within her, his cock twitching, ready to come. At the last moment, he reached beneath her with one hand and pinched her hardened clit. Bright lights popped before her eyes, pleasure rushing from her pussy to her head as she came. He emptied himself into her, branding her with his hot seed.

  As her head cleared and she came back down to earth, she felt herself being lifted up, Jake carrying her to the bed. He laid her down beside him and she snuggled into his chest, breathing him in. His masculine scent was the last thing she remembered before drifting off to sleep.

  Mallory awoke the next morning to find herself alone, the bed cold beside her. She felt a pang of sadness, feeling abandoned after her intense connection with Jake the night before.

  So this really is just casual sex, she thought to herself, resolving not to let her emotions get involved. But how could she keep her distance after Jake had possessed her so completely; it had been such an intimate connection, giving herself over to him. It’s just sex, and that’s all you want from him anyway, she told herself firmly. But if that were true, then why did she feel so sad?

  Forcing away her unsettling thoughts, she got up and took a shower, getting ready for the day. She had no idea where Jake was, and she told herself she didn’t care; she was more than capable of exploring the city on her own.

  But just as she was finishing getting dressed, the door opened and Jake stepped inside. He was holding a large garment bag, grinning. “I brought you a present,” he said, evidently pleased.

  What is this? Mallory thought angrily. Payment for the great sex? The idea of receiving gifts in exchange for her… services made her feel dirty.

  “Jake, you shouldn’t have.”

  “But I wanted to.” He was still beaming.

  “No,” she said coldly. “You really shouldn’t have.”

  He blinked, taken aback. “What’s wrong?” He asked, clearly puzzled.

  “What’s wrong?!” Her voice was tight with anger. “Do you think you can buy me? Like some whore?”

  Jake took a step back, shocked. “Whoa, Mallory,” he began, alarm coloring his tone. “That’s not what this is.”

  “What else would you call it then?” She hissed.

  He took a hesitant step toward her, approaching her cautiously. “I got this for you because I wanted to. If anything, it’s as much a gift for myself as it is for you.”

  The ice in Mallory’s veins melted slightly, her interest piqued. “What do you mean?” She asked, her tone suspicious.

  “Let me show you?” It came out as a question. His brow was furrowed, lines of apprehension around his eyes. Mallory couldn’t stand to berate him when he showed this side of himself, reminding her of his true vulnerability. She gave him a curt nod.

  Holding the clothes hanger aloft, he unzipped the garment bag and revealed what it contained: it was one of the most beautiful dresses Mallory had ever seen. It was clearly a period costume, but made to the highest quality, as though it had been brought straight out of the sixteenth century and delivered to her.

  It was a gorgeous sky blue, nearly the color of her eyes. A corseted top bloomed out into a full taffeta skirt. There were four-inch thick straps holding up the corset, with large, oval turquoise stones set on the fabric. Sheer white gossamer had been used to make long, floating sleeves, fitted to the upper arm before flaring out off the elbow, the bell-shaped length of them dripping gracefully to the floor.

  Mallory couldn’t help gasping at the beauty of it. She wanted it dearly, but she wasn’t ready to cave just yet.

  “And how is this for you?” She wanted her voice to maintain a sharp edge, but it was soft, wondering.

  He eyed her levelly. “I want you to wear it for me, Mallory. Nothing would please me more.”

  “Wear it? Through the streets of Venice? Won’t that seem a tad out of place?”

  Jake’s wolfish grin was back in place. “Oh, we won’t be strolling around the city,” he said. “We’re going to a ball tonight.”

  Mallory’s stomach tightened. She had never been to a ball, unless you counted serving at Jake’s soirée. Her throat went dry. “A costume ball?”

  “No,” Jake said, pausing to draw out the anticipation. “A fetish ball.”

  Mallory’s jaw dropped.

  The End… For now.

  Teased

  Book 3 of Captured by the Billionaire

  Julia Sykes

  © 2012

  Chapter 1

  Mallory’s stomach was in knots as she walked tentatively through the hotel foyer, Jake leading her by the hand. He was gripping it firmly, stilling her trembling fingers. How could he look so calm and cool when she was a mess of nerves? Mallory peeked up at him, taking him in.

  His eyes twinkled down at her, two points of blue-green light standing in contrast to the black mask that covered the upper half of his face. Jake looked more than just cool and collected; his graceful, fluid movements coupled with his heavily muscled physique gave him an aura of power and danger. This was only enhanced by the fact that he was dressed as a sixteenth-century Venetian nobleman. He wore a black leather jacket with stitched vine-like patterns at the collar and cuffs over a simple white tunic. The top of it had been left untied, and it fell open to reveal his chiseled chest with its sprinkling of dark hair. Tight black trousers showed off his taut ass, and the tall black leather boots he was wearing clicked ominously on the tiled floor as he led her out into the terrifying night.

  Where Jake was a dark prince, Mallory was a decadent courtesan. A beautiful Venetian wooden mask hid her identity, covering the top half of her face. It had sweeping curves, and it was all white with gold and light-blue accents that brought out the sky blue of her eyes. She was tightly cinched into her corseted gown, her breasts threatening to spill out if she so much as breathed too hard. It was uncomfortable, but at the same time there was something erotic about how it restricted her. Jake had insisted on lacing it up for her, and as he had done so a pleasurable and unexpected warmth had pervaded her sex. It was as though he was giving her a constant, physical reminder of his dominance over her body, controlling her every shallow breath through constricting her in the corset.

  A bellhop opened the door for them with a slight bow. It opened directly onto the canal, where a gondola was waiting for them. Waiting to take them to a fetish ball. Mallory could hardly believe this was happening to her, that she had actually agreed to this. She felt detached from her body, as though she were watching someone else gripping Jake’s hand like a lifeline as she was lowered into the boat. The salty, earthy smell of the city enveloped her as she sat down on the cushioned bench seat. Although there was no chill in the air, Mallory was shivering.

  Jake gave her hand a little squeeze, looking down at her kindly. “You’re fine, Mallory.” His eyes turned hungry as he took her in. “You look beautiful.”

  Mallory couldn’t help blushing at the compliment, distracted from her fear by his obvious lust for her. “I’m nervous, Jake,” she confessed, a bit ashamed to admit her uneasiness. Among her friends, she was usually the daring one when it came to sexual matters. She had had to practically drag her best friend Sally into her first sex shop to buy a simple vibrator, and she had even been to a strip club with one of her ex-boyfriends.

  But the thought of going to a strip show paled in comparison with where she was going now. The disparity between the two was almost laughable. Well if this isn’t daring I don’t know what is. What had she let Jake cajole her into?

  Jake gently rubbed the pad of his thumb over the back of her hand. “It’s okay to be nervous,” he assured her. “I was nervous my first time.”

  She blinked up at him, startled by his admission. She couldn’t imagine a nervous Jake; he was always so confident. “Really?” She asked, disbelieving.

  Detecting her doubtful tone, he laughed softly
. “Despite what you may think, I have insecurities just like everyone else.”

  Mallory’s eyebrows rose. “Yeah, that’s so obvious,” she said sarcastically.

  But Jake’s eyes were sincere. The real man behind the arrogant mask had come to the fore again, but that aura of power still surrounded him. Mallory realized in that moment that his Dominant nature was more than just a persona that he assumed to protect his vulnerability; it was an intrinsic part of him. And rather than being irked by it as she was by his cockiness, she found it… comforting. And arousing.

  He flashed her an easy smile, and the wind was knocked right out of her. God, he was sexy when he smiled like that. “Don’t worry, Mallory,” he soothed her. “Nothing will happen if you don’t want it to. We can leave at any time if you feel at all uncomfortable. You have your safe word, remember?”

  Mallory let out a small sigh of relief. Knowing that she had an out eased her nerves. “Yes, I remember: ‘red.’”

  “Do you want to use it now, Mallory?” He asked, spearing her with an earnest gaze. “The last thing I want is to upset you. I’m taking you to the ball because I think you will enjoy it.” His grin turned a bit wolfish. “And because I want to show up with the sexiest woman there.”

  Mallory blushed, deeply complimented but not quite believing his words. She had always considered herself pretty, but she knew that she was far from gorgeous. “No,” she whispered. “I don’t want to use my safe word.”

  “Excellent,” he beamed. He leaned into her slowly, and she came forward to meet him. Heat swirled in her belly as his lips took hers gently but firmly. As he kissed her, his powerful aura washed over her, making her feel protected, reassuring her that she could make it through this if he was by her side.

  After a few sweet minutes, he pulled away, leaving her wanting. He gave her a small, knowing smile that made her sex clench. “We’re here,” he said softly as they stopped before a door that opened directly onto the canal. He stood and knocked sharply on the door in a peculiar pattern.

  Mallory’s heart suddenly leapt up into her throat, beating wildly. She clung tightly to Jake’s hand as he pulled her to her feet, helping her step up out of the gondola and through the door that had opened to admit them. He linked her arm through his, his stance formal and assured. Mallory struggled to match his composure as they walked through the marble-floored entranceway. There were two men in identical full black-and-white masks waiting to admit them to the main room. Mallory almost wished that those double doors would never open, that she could stay suspended in this moment rather than face what was behind them.

  But then they parted before her, and she had to hold back as gasp at the opulence of what lay on the other side. The walls of the spacious room had been draped with deep red velvet curtains. Gilded, intricately-worked wood emerged from the top of them, glinting in the dull light of the enormous crystal chandelier. The domed ceiling had been painted with a map of the known world dating to the sixteenth century, the continents delineated in golden brown hues.

  The luxurious room was filled with men and women in lavish costumes like Jake’s and Mallory’s. Only some of them were already in various states of undress. Mallory tried to force back her blush as she watched one man biting a woman’s breasts, which had spilled out of her tight golden corset. Another man’s cock was being teased by a cruel-looking woman who was wearing men’s trousers and boots. Mallory was overwhelmed by the sumptuous world of sex that she had just stepped into.

  Then her eyes fell on a man in a black mask that covered his entire face, carved into a forbidding frown. He wore a deep red cape and twisted devil’s horns. She shivered as he met her gaze.

  “Eyes on me, Mallory,” she heard Jake’s deep voice command. She looked up into his eyes, and he cupped her face tenderly in one large hand. “You’re safe with me. You know that, don’t you?”

  Mallory gave a jerky nod. She did feel safe by his side, his strong arm anchoring her, his powerful demeanor calming her.

  His gaze became intense. “Do you trust me, Mallory?”

  She felt a moment’s hesitation. Did she trust him? She wasn’t sure. She knew that she wanted to, but then again she had only known the man for a few days. But he had shown her more sexual pleasure than she had ever experienced in her life in that short time. And although he had caused her pain, he had never truly hurt her.

  “Yes,” she admitted. “I think I do.”

  He smiled smugly, as though he had won a prize. It made Mallory shiver, but not entirely unpleasantly.

  “Come on,” he said, still smiling. “Let’s get you some champagne, loosen you up a little.”

  “So what now?” Mallory joked. “You’re going to roofie me?”

  He smirked down at her. “As if I would need to,” he said cockily.

  Mallory rolled her eyes at him. But she could not deny the twinge in her sex at his haughty demeanor. Suddenly, he gripped her upper arm and pulled her into him.

  “Don’t you roll your eyes at me,” he told her reprovingly. As he spoke, he ran his free hand softly over her breasts, tracing the curve of them where they were pushed up by the corset. Her nipples pebbled and her breath hitched at the sensual contact. His hand dipped into her cleavage, pushing its way under the garment until he found her hard nipple. The pressure of his hand on her already constricted breasts was painful, a pain that was only increased when he closed his thumb and forefinger around her nipple, pinching it. He slowly increased the pressure until Mallory was wincing, even as pleasurable tingles rushed from her breast to her pussy.

  “Jake, please,” she said breathily, not sure if she could handle any more.

  He looked down at her, his eyes hard and menacing. “Say you’re sorry,” he ordered coldly.

  “I’m sorry,” she said immediately.

  “You will address me as ‘Sir’ tonight. Is that clear?”

  Mallory balked. What? No way. No-

  But then he was pinching impossibly tighter, grazing her delicate flesh with his manicured nails. She could no longer bear it.

  “I’m sorry, Sir!” She gasped out.

  She sagged in relief as he released her, abruptly extricating his hand from her corset. But her moment of relief was short-lived as she again became aware of where she was. She suddenly felt as though dozens of eyes were on her; everyone around her had witnessed her humiliating capitulation. To her chagrin, she could feel wetness between her thighs. Her face went crimson.

  Jake’s arm was around her waist, his mouth at her ear. “Yes, they all saw, Mallory.” His breath was hot on her neck. “They all saw you give in to me.” His free hand pressed against her sex, and even through the voluminous folds of her skirt the contact made her clit harden with need. A soft, strangled sound escaped her. “They’re watching you, Mallory. And you love it, don’t you?”

  He was trying to force her to admit it out loud when she could hardly even admit it to herself?

  “Jake-” She began.

  But he cut her off. “Answer my question, Mallory.” He insisted.

  She tensed, resisting.

  “Do you need another lesson in obedience?” There was a threatening growl in his tone.

  She shivered. No, she didn’t think she could handle that. Not again. “No,” she said, her voice small.

  “Then answer me, Mallory. You love knowing that everyone is watching you, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, her cheeks flaming.

  Jake gripped her sex harder, cupping it roughly through her skirt. “Is that how you are to address me?” His gaze was a deep blue now, hard and flinty, demanding only one response.

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, her voice barely audible, her eyes dropping submissively.

  “Good girl,” his sexy, approving rumble made her shiver delightedly.

  Chapter 2

  “Here,” Jake said, his voice kind again. Mallory glanced up to see that he had taken two glasses of champagne from a waiter and was proffering one to her. She looke
d the liveried man in the eye and thanked him, remembering that just four days ago she had been the one serving at a fancy party. His eyes looked surprised through his black-and-white mask.

  “Grazie,” he murmured before turning away from them, continuing his rounds.

  Jake touched his glass to hers with a small clinking sound. “To new adventures,” he said with a smile.

  Mallory wanted to roll her eyes at him, but she stopped herself just in time. Instead she settled for a slightly sharp look as she brought her glass to her lips. Thankfully, Jake gave her a pass, seeming amused by her attitude rather than angry, as though he thought her petulance was cute.

  Mallory took a long drink to keep herself from saying something snappish at him; the man shouldn’t be allowed to be so damn smug. The champagne, deliciously dry and sweet at the same time, bubbled down her throat in an effervescent stream. It instantly sent warmth shooting from her chest to her fingertips, making her pussy tingle. Her clit was still hard from Jake’s teasing, and the effects of the champagne were only heightening the discomfort caused by her intense need to be touched.

  When she finally lowered the glass from her mouth, it was nearly empty. Jake chuckled at her. “A bit frustrated, are we?” He asked.

  “Just a bit,” she said caustically.

  He raised his eyebrows at her, his gaze reproving. She sighed. “Just a bit, Sir.” She put as much acid into the term as she could.

  Jake shook his head and clucked his tongue at her. “We clearly need to work on your manners, sub,” he said, mock-disappointedly. “Come,” he said simply, taking her by the hand and leading her toward one of the curtained walls. Only, when Jake pulled the curtain aside, there was an open doorway. Mallory hesitated at the entrance, but Jake pulled her over the threshold with him.