Captured by the Billionaire (The Complete Series)

by Sykes, Julia

  “Mallory,” he said her name solemnly, his voice laced with apprehension. “You told me that you wanted me to collar you. Did you really mean it?”

  Her eyes widened and she took in a sharp breath. “Yes,” she answered, sincere.

  Jake breathed deeply before speaking. “You have no idea how I have longed to hear you say that,” he said softly, wonderingly. “But before you can accept, you need to know what it involves.”

  His tone turned a bit brusque, business-like. “A collar is a serious commitment, a symbol that you belong to me. I will demand your complete obedience, and you will be punished if you defy me. Do you understand that, Mallory?”

  “Yes…” she said, a bit hesitantly. “But only in the bedroom,” she said staunchly. Then her eyes sparkled playfully. “Or in the dungeon.”

  He grinned roguishly. “Or wherever I want to take you.” His voice turned more serious. “But I would never expect you to be my submissive outside of our sexual relationship.” He tenderly cupped her face. “I want you to challenge me, Mallory. I love your spirit and your fire. I would never make any demands of you that you weren’t comfortable with. Do you trust me?”

  She thought of how he had so skillfully seduced her, never pushing her further than she could handle. “Yes,” she breathed. “Unequivocally.”

  He ran a gentle thumb over her cheekbone. “I need one final test before I can collar you,” he said softly. “Do you remember your safe words?”

  A tremor ran through Mallory. What did he have planned? Not trusting her voice, she simply gave him a shaky nod. The corners of his lips quirked up in a pleased smile, but there was a hint of cruelty to the twist of it. Mallory shuddered, but she wasn’t sure if it was from fear or pleasurable anticipation.

  Standing abruptly, Jake took her by the hand and yanked her up with him, all gentleness gone. He grabbed the hem of her dress and roughly pulled it up over her head before reaching around her to swiftly unclasp her bra. Her nipples pebbled in the suddenly cool air, and her cheeks heated as he exposed her so efficiently, almost impersonally. He pulled her panties down, and she compliantly stepped out of them, kicking off her sandals at the same time.

  Then Jake strode across the room at a quick pace. His strong fingers were curled around her forearm, and he half-dragged her to the corner of the room. A pair of leather cuffs dangled from a chain directly above her head. Mallory tried to swallow back her rising fear as he jerked her arms straight up over her head until they were fully extended.

  “Don’t move.” His voice was harsh, commanding. Mallory stood still as a statue, her muscles tensed. He grabbed her wrist, his towering height making it easy for him to reach the cuffs. He swiftly encircled one wrist in a cuff and then the other, bucking them tightly. A pleasurable shudder rippled through her at the feeling of being restrained, of being completely bared for him, at his mercy. And she prayed that he would be merciful; she had no idea what he had planned.

  There was a clanking sound behind her, and she felt herself being inexorably pulled upward, her body being stretched taut as she was forced onto her tiptoes. The pulling on her wrists was a bit uncomfortable, but the cuffs were lined with soft cloth, so the feeling wasn’t unbearable. So long as she didn’t drop back on her heels.

  She jerked at the sudden contact of Jake’s gentle hand stroking down her spine. His breath was hot on her neck as he whispered in her ear. “I need you to prove that you trust me, and that I can trust you. Remember your safe words, Mallory.”

  Why did he keep repeating that?

  There was a coolness on her skin as his warmth left her, and she shivered. For a moment, there was nothing. Then, a whooshing sound cut through the air. It seemed to last an eternity before the single-tail whip flicked across her ass. The sound of it hitting her was barely perceptible, but she hissed in a sharp breath at the sting, more intense than any spanking or even the flogger; the zap was concentrated, a small but powerful lick of pain. Before she could fully process it, the whip whispered through the air again, and she couldn’t hold back an answering cry of pain as it made contact with her right leg. If the pain on her ass had been intense, it was magnified threefold when it hit the sensitive skin of her upper thigh. Despite her cries, the tail of the whip continued to relentlessly lick at her legs in an unpredictable rhythm, never falling into a discernible pattern. Every hit was a small line of fire.

  Tears began to roll down her cheeks. Why didn’t he stop? He had always been so in tune with her needs before. Couldn’t he see that she had reached her limit?

  “Remember your safe words, Mallory.”

  She understood: he needed her to communicate with him, to tell him that she couldn’t take any more. He had to trust her to use her safe words, and she had to trust him to stop.

  “Red!” She cried out in her moment of realization.

  The hits stopped immediately, and she let out a sob of relief. She heard the whip clatter to the floor behind her, and Jake was instantly in front of her, his arms encircling her. He ran a gentle hand down her back.

  “Good girl,” he murmured, over and over again until her sniffling ceased.

  He pulled back from her after a moment, tenderly wiping the tears from her cheeks. “Do you understand now, Mallory?” He asked softly. “I own your body, but you ultimately hold all of the power.”

  The idea warmed her; she had never thought of it that way. But now it was so obvious. She nodded firmly, no longer trembling.

  He smiled approvingly and then ran his hands slowly up her arms. When they reached her wrists, he released her from her cuffs. She stumbled a bit as she fell back onto her heels, and he caught her in his strong arms. But rather than helping her stand upright, he gently lowered her to the floor, until she was on her knees. He released her and stood, looking down at her with warm approval. And she gazed up at him, totally lost in the moment; it felt so right to be at his feet, demonstrating her full submission.

  Jake reached into his pocket, and her eyes locked on the object in his hand: her collar. It was black, a thin band of leather that dipped down to a graceful point where it would rest at the hollow of her throat. A small silver ring hung from the center. It jangled melodically as Jake held the collar out to her, allowing her to examine it.

  “It’s beautiful,” she breathed as she ran tentative fingers over the sleek leather.

  Jake grinned. “Then it suits you perfectly.”

  She flushed in pleasure at the compliment.

  His expression turned serious, his dark blue eyes locking her in place. “Do you agree to be my submissive, Mallory? To obey me completely? And to accept any pleasure or pain that I choose to give you?”

  She wanted to belong to him more fiercely that she had ever wanted anything. And now she knew that in being his collared submissive, he would belong to her as well. “Yes,” she breathed, caught up in his intense gaze.

  “Lift up your hair,” he ordered.

  She gathered up her thick locks, twisting them into a ponytail and then holding her hair to the back of her head with both hands, exposing her neck. He reached forward slowly, both of them savoring the moment as the cool leather encircled her neck. He secured it by pushing a metal hook through a hole at the back of the collar. Then he reached into his pocked again and pulled out something small and silver: a tiny, delicate padlock. She was mesmerized by it, licking her lips unconsciously as it glinted in the dim light of the room. His hands were at her nape, and there was a small, satisfying snick as the padlock locked around the metal hook, ensuring that the collar was securely fastened around her neck. A shiver ran through her at the sound, her nipples hardening and her clit throbbing.

  Jake traced the line of the collar with gentle fingers, sending pleasure rippling across her skin at the contact. He pulled his hands back from her slowly, reluctantly, before turning sharply away from her.

  “Come,” he ordered simply, taking a step towards the bed.

  With difficulty, Mallory scrambled to her feet. Jake glanced
back at her, his hard gaze freezing her in place. “I didn’t say you could stand,” he reprimanded her. “Crawl.”

  Mallory’s mouth opened and closed a few times, but her flare of pride was quelled by his reproving stare, one eyebrow quirked expectantly. Swallowing, she dropped to her hands and knees. He turned away from her again and continued his progress across the room, expecting her to follow. Despite the fact that this humiliating situation grated on her, she couldn’t deny the growing wetness between her legs as she crawled after him.

  When she finally reached the edge of the bed, Jake roughly grabbed her by her hips and threw her onto the mattress. She lay on her back, panting in need as she looked up at him. Hastily, as though he couldn’t do it fast enough, Jake began unbuttoning his collared shirt, roughly pulling it off before unzipping his slacks. Mallory licked her lips as she took in his glorious physique: his corded arms, the hard planes of his chest, and the dusky trail of hair leading down to his impressive cock. When she finally met his gaze, she was startled to see that he studied her hungrily; there was a need in his eyes that answered her own.

  Despite the heat that she saw there, when he spoke, his voice was cold. “On your hands and knees, sub,” he ordered.

  She obeyed with alacrity, arching her back and offering herself to him. Without any warning or preparation, he drove into her, his thick cock sliding easily into her wet pussy. She cried out in shock and pleasure at the sudden intrusion. But he gave her no time to adjust, to prepare herself. His hand came down sharply on her ass as he thrust into her, and her sex answered by contracting around him. She let out a small whimper in reaction, completely overwhelmed by his rough handling of her body.

  Never slowing his hard, fast rhythm, Jake bent forward over her and slid his fingers under her collar at her nape, pulling it back slightly in time with his thrusts. The sudden tightness of the collar restricted her breathing, and she soon became light-headed from more than just the pleasure pervading her body.

  Then his free hand was at her dark hole, his large index finger pressing against it. Slowly increasing the pressure, he worked his finger inside, pumping in and out shallowly at first, but inexorably going deeper and deeper. Mallory mewled at the intrusion. The sensations in her ass were undeniably pleasurable, but it was the penetration of both of her holes that made her pussy clench in delight as Jake physically declared his ownership of all of her body.

  Her orgasm was swiftly building within her, and Jake’s hand firmly grasped the back of her collar, his fist tightening as he neared his own release.

  “Wait, sub,” he ordered through gritted teeth. “Wait…” He slammed his cock and his finger into her at the same time. “Now!” He groaned. Mallory exploded around him, milking his cock as he emptied his hot seed into her. He released her collar at the same time, and the rush of oxygen back to her head made her eyes roll back in bliss as she rode the high, her entire body trembling, tingling as she floated into blackness.

  She didn’t know how much time passed until she came back to reality. She could feel his hard body pressed against her breasts, their legs intertwined. Her eyes fluttered open, and her vision was filled with Jake’s smiling visage.

  “Welcome back, sub,” he said, clearly pleased with her visceral reaction to his thorough fucking. Her entire body felt light, and she was more content than she could ever remember being in her life.

  “Thank you, Master,” she said, the term coming to her lips naturally.

  Jake’s smile widened to a grin, his eyes glowing. “I love you, Mallory Williams,” he said earnestly.

  Joy bloomed within her as an answering grin spread across her face. Then she said something that she never would have imagined herself saying as she had first driven up to his plantation on that fateful first evening: “I love you too, Jake Cleary.”

  He hooked his index finger through the ring at the front of her collar, pulling her sharply towards him so that he could crush his lips to hers. She sighed into him as he kissed her fiercely, branding her as his for forever.

  The End

  I would like to thank all of you, lovely readers, for your enthusiastic support of this series! I hope you have enjoyed the kinky ride as much as I have! If you ever want to get in touch, you can find me at juliasykes.blogspot.co.uk or email me directly at juliasykes193@gmail.com .

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