Dark Dreams_A Billionaire Romance_Bound By My Dreams

by Zaphira D. Gheorge

  DARK DREAMS

  A Billionaire Romance

  BOUND BY MY DREAMS

  ZAPHIRA D. GHEORGE

  Dark Dreams

  Copyright © 2018 Zaphira D. Gheorge

  All rights reserved.

  It will be a breach of copyright to reproduce, scan or distribute or use in any manner whatsoever any of part of the book either by electronic means or in printed format without the express written permission of the author/publisher, except for the use of brief quotations embodied in articles and book reviews.

  All names, characters, places, events, and incidents are fictitious of the writer’s imagination. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events are entirely coincidental.

  Thank you for respecting the hard work of the author.

  Respective authors own all copyrights not held by the publisher.

  To all who adore Romance!

  Dreamer in Darkness!

  My Life My Love for you

  Beyond in my Dreams

  With passionate allure

  I am Bound to You!

  by Zaphira D. Gheorge

  Dark Dreams is a standalone novella, A Billionaire Romance from Zaphira D Gheorge, author of Her Dilemma, The Secrets VIP Club Series and Aromas of my Soul, Poetry Collection.

  SYNOPSIS

  He keeps having a dream about someone he’s never met – full of romantic dates (walking on a beach, cuddling on a boat and floating on a lake, walking in a field of flowers hand-in-hand) and introducing her to his dark side.

  He is shocked when he meets her at an event.

  Is she the girl in his dreams? She is not normally someone he would go for (preferring more submissive, under-the-radar types) but the dreams/romance pushes he closer to her. He asks her out and she agrees.

  First date is incredible.

  Romance is there, but also a fire when she kisses him.

  Lovemaking is amazing.

  They should have multiple other dates.

  What mystery is holding them from moving forward – do they get married? Will his dark desires scare her away?

  He’s a very attractive blue eyed high profile attorney with a powerful dominating personality - no one has the guts to oppose him.

  She’s stunning with a natural grace, multi-billionaire - difficult for her to find someone who loves her for her, no one wants to get to know her on the inside(so she’s guarded) she’s confident, has a fiery temperament but very passionate.

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Synopsis

  Table of Contents

  The Dream

  The Invitation

  Charity Event

  Girl of the Dream

  Scent of the Night

  Mister Mystery

  Single Pink Rose

  Desires

  Being with Her

  He Loves Her

  She’s Mine

  Dream into Reality

  Thank You!

  About The Author

  Other Books by Zaphira D

  More Romance Stories

  THE DREAM

  Benson Fox thought he might be going crazy. Only crazy men dreamt so vividly about a woman he’d never even met, wasn’t sure existed. He dreamt about her almost every night now. It was a dream, and a curse. She was gorgeous – buxom and seductive. She had red hair that was so vibrant it shone whether it was day or night. He loved her hair. Loved the feel of it, the smell, and the texture of it as it slid against his own body, while they were entwined.

  He wasn’t a man prone to fantasies. As a high-profile attorney, some would say he didn’t even have the capacity for imagination, but here he was – night after night, dreaming of her. He didn’t have a name to call her, an idea what she did for a living, or whether she was even single…but he didn’t care. All he cared about was that she returned to him every night in his dreams.

  He looked at the alarm clock, it’s backlit numbers telling him it was too early to get up and too late to hope for more sleep. Yawning, he slid out of bed wearing nothing but a tired expression. He strode over to the walk-in closet, grabbing a set of athletic shorts to throw on before heading downstairs to his workout center. It was one of the perks of being the highest paid attorney in Manhattan – he could afford such frivolities as an in-home workout center, an in-ground pool, and staff to wait on his every need.

  The staff was currently nonexistent due to the late/early hour, but he knew come daylight, they’d all come out to assist. There was only one person that he knew he would see this early. Sure enough, when he got to the kitchen to grab a chilled sports bottle, Graves, his under-butler, was sitting there.

  “Morning, sir,” Graves said, sliding off the bar stool to greet him.

  Benson waved him off.

  “Sit down, Graves. I can get a water bottle without aid.”

  Graves immediately sat. Benson was used to that. When he gave orders or direction, people listened. It had always been like that – at work, or at home. No matter where he was, people took his word as law and he appreciated it that way. He brooked no complaints, no arguments, and no excuses.

  He abhorred lazy or procrastinating people and surrounded himself with more submissive types, that bent to his will.

  He was like that in the bedroom too, and that’s why this mystery girl of his dreams drove him crazy. She was equal parts temptress and submissive, leader and follower. She bent to his will and his touch but gave back with such a passion that it inflamed his senses. His sexual attraction to her didn’t disappear when he opened his eyes, and that’s why he was currently headed to run off the frustration. He tilted away from Graves, hoping to shield the old man’s eyes from his current state of arousal.

  “Headed to the gym, sir?” Graves asked, raising an eyebrow and looking at the clock on the microwave.

  Benson nodded curtly, his mouth pursed in a tight light.

  “Couldn’t sleep, big project at work and my minds racing.”

  “Of course, sir. I’ll let cook know to prepare your breakfast in an hour,” Graves said, his own mind like a steel trap for details that Benson preferred not to even think about.

  That’s what employees and servants were for – to handle the uninteresting drivel that occurred every day, so that he could devote his time and attention to his clients and growing the law firm.

  While he was working out, his mind drifted again to his mystery woman. Every morning he wondered if she really did exist. If she was really out there, he burned to find her. Somehow, he knew that she was it for him. She was designed for him; Her body was perfect for what attracted him, her mind sharp and focused. She would test him, reward him and, in return, he would give her everything. He would give her himself. In addition, he knew without a doubt that his affections would be matched. They had to. He didn’t know what he would do otherwise. He had to have her, possess her, punish her, demand from her.

  He continued to think about the red headed woman as he started his workout on the treadmill. At first, he thought she was a figment of his imagination.

  Just a perfect woman concocted by his brain. After all, he had been with a number of women through the years, but none ever seemed to be enough for him. He had certain. desires that no one woman seemed to be able to handle. Unwillingly, his thoughts drifted to his dream.

  It had started with the two of them walking hand in hand on the beach. They strode along companionably, talking about their day and other trivial things. He stopped and then pulled her close for a long passionate kiss in the moonlight. His hand slid up to her neck and under her hair.

  When he pulled away from the kiss, they
were in his bedroom. She was in a matching set of black lace bra and panties, looking at him wantonly. Benson crawled up the bed toward her, feeling his cock grow in anticipation. When he was over her, she looked him in the eye, a subtle challenge to take her. His hand brushed a strand of her red hair away from her face.

  “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” he growled.

  “Definitely!”

  Her eyes flashed with something primal. He grinned and took her right hand. He reached for the nightstand and slid open the lower drawer.

  “We’ll start off easy,” he said as he pulled out the padded handcuffs.

  “Nothing too adventurous;”

  The handcuff clicked as it locked around her wrist and then the wrought iron headboard. She watched him as he pulled the second set out and began to handcuff her other hand to the headboard.

  “We’ll leave your feet…for now.”

  Benson returned once more to the nightstand, this time pulling out a long brown feather. He was slowly introducing her to his world. To his darker desires. He started with the feather on her neck. Gently touching the tip next to her ear, tickling and teasing, slowly, he let it trail down to her collarbone. He paused to let her anticipation build before guiding it to her breasts. As he slid it across the exposed skin, the other hand freed each breast from its lace cup. Her large nipples were erect and dark, begging, to be played with.

  “Please,” she begged.

  “Please, what?” Benson taunted.

  He knew what she wanted, but he wanted her to learn the rules.

  “Lick them.”

  “You’re forgetting something,” he reminded her, his smile dark and intense.

  “Please, lick them, Master.”

  He slowly lowered the tip of the feather to one nipple, dragging it around the taut flesh so slowly it was agonizing even for him.

  “I don’t think so. Not this time,” he growled.

  “You have been a very naughty girl.”

  Without giving any attention to the other breast, he dragged the feather down to her belly. He ran the feather back and forth until her skin rose in goosebumps. He lowered his face to the crotch of her panties and bit the fabric. He could smell her arousal as she lifted her hips to help him. Just as the lace fabric began to slide down, he woke.

  While it was mild compared to his typical fantasies, it still gave him a massive hard-on. He longed to find a woman that could match his desires. He wanted a woman that would submit to him. Call him master and get dark with him. Some of his other dreams had been much more intense.

  The clock said he had been jogging for thirty minutes. Shutting down the treadmill, he slowly walked through the halls, headed for the shower. His home was modern and gray. The walls were all painted, a dark gray with polished acid treated concrete floors. The bathroom was the same with a glass walled shower in one corner and an oversized jetted tub in the other.

  Turning on the shower, he remembered his favorite dream about his mystery woman. Pulling his shorts off, he stepped into the hot water and let his mind wander.

  They had been walking through a field of flowers, hand in hand. Benson had bent over to pick a white daisy from the field, handing it to her. She brought it to her nose, smelling it’s sweet scent. She looked up at him with hooded eyes, smirking. Tucking the flower behind her ear, she grabbed his hand and started running. She ran to the trees in the distance, letting go as they reach the first one. She turned and leaned back against the rough bark.

  “You are mine,” he growled, pinning her against the tree. He grabbed both of her wrists, encircling them with one hand. He held them above her head while he took her mouth with his; His tongue darted in and began dancing with hers. The kiss was not sweet, but full of passion and lust. Pulling back, he bit her lip, leaving her wanting more.

  He used his free hand to find her gorgeous red hair. He buried his hand in her fiery locks, gripping it in his fist and pulling her head back. He brushed light kisses along her throat, slowly working his way to where her pulse is visible. He kissed her there before nibbling on her skin. Light little pinches with his teeth and then harder as she began to wiggle. He let go of her hair and cupped her breast.

  “Do you want it?” he questioned.

  “Yes,” she panted in response.

  “Yes … what, my love?”

  He raised his hand to her mouth. Using his thumb, Benson rubbed along her lower lip, smearing her lipstick across her face.

  “Yes, Master. I am yours. Do what you want.” She turned to take his thumb in her mouth. She sucked it and bit the pad of his thumb.

  “Mmmm,” he groaned.

  Letting go of her wrists, he grabbed her shoulders and spun her around.

  “Hold onto the tree,” he demanded. She complied.

  Benson bumped his crotch against her firm, round buttocks while holding her hips. He ground into her for a moment before slipping his hands around to her front and unbuttoning her pants. His hand slid under the fabric to find she wasn’t wearing any panties.

  “Ohh … you naughty girl! You were ready for me, weren’t you?”

  She spread her legs as his hand pushed lower. His fingers spread her folds, finding her hot and wet. He pushed one finger inside her before pulling it out and putting it in his mouth.

  “You taste so sweet.”

  He pushed his hand back into her pants and began to shove two fingers into her warm hole. Pulling them out once more, he plunged them this time directly into her mouth.

  “Taste how sweet you are.”

  She sucked on his fingers, wrapping her tongue around them. When she had cleaned her juices from his fingers, Benson grabbed the waist of her pants and tugged them down. She stepped out of them and spread her legs wide. He freed his cock from his own pants and rubbed it on her ass.

  “Such a nice round bottom,” he said right before he gave it a hard smack. She moaned.

  He watched as her cheek turned rosy from the swat.

  “There …Now it’s perfect.”

  His hand started at the top of her ass crack. He pressed a finger between her cheeks and dragged it down, kneeling, as he got lower. She bent over even farther, putting herself on display right in front of his face. He could see her swollen wet lips mere inches from his face. He gripped her thighs and shoved his tongue into her pussy. He lapped at her, tasting every inch of her before returning to his feet.

  Now that she was ripe and ready for him, he plunged his cock into her. She released a loud moan and began to meet his thrusts. He reached for her neck as he drove into her.

  THE INVITATION

  Benson came out of his fantasy when the water started turning cold. He quickly washed the sweat from his body before stepping out and toweling dry. This woman had been haunting his dreams so long it was starting to get to his head. The lack of sleep and his constant state of mild arousal, all due to a woman he wasn’t even sure existed. As far as he knew, she was some character his subconscious had picked up from a movie. That happened, right?

  Wrapping the towel around his waist, he looked in the mirror. He combed his jet-black hair and brushed his teeth. He picked up the beard trimmers and made sure the right attachment was on the end. He liked to think the beard made him look more masculine, but he didn’t like it getting too shaggy. Once he was done grooming himself, he returned to his bedroom. There, he found his clothes for the day.

  Once dressed, he returned to the kitchen to find his breakfast waiting for him at the counter.

  “Good morning, sir,” his cook said.

  “Good morning. It looks delicious,” he said.

  Benson lifted his fork and began to eat; his favorite breakfast was scrambled eggs, two slices of bacon and a slice of whole wheat toast. That was what he ate almost every morning. No surprises, He preferred a no-nonsense breakfast and a no-nonsense world. He intimidated everyone he came across, which meant he always got what he wanted.

  Once he had finished his breakfast and finished getting ready for t
he day, it was time to get ready for work. While he could walk through the doors whenever he wanted, he always arrived at 8 o’clock on the dot.

  “Good morning, Mr. Fox. Your mail is on your desk as well as your coffee,” his secretary, Megan, said as he walked into the office.

  “Good morning, Megan. Thank you. I need the file for the Johnson case when you have a moment,” he said as he walked into his office.

  Sitting on his desk, just as she had said, was a warm cup of coffee and the mail. He sat down and took a long sip. He shuffled through the envelopes, discarding a few without opening. One caught his eye, causing him to open it first. Opening it, he saw it was an invitation to a fundraiser event this weekend. He tossed it to the side, unsure if he wanted to attend yet another one of those things.

  As he finished sorting his mail, a knock came from his office door.

  “Enter,” he called. It was Megan.

  “Here’s the file you wanted, Mr. Fox. Can I do anything else for you?”

  Benson’s eyes fell on the invitation once more. His typical reaction would be to write a check and not attend, but something inside him was telling him he should go this time. He wasn’t quite sure what it was, but he knew that when his gut told him to do something he should probably do it.

  “Yes, check my calendar. See if I have anything scheduled at this time.” He lifted the invitation and handed it to Megan. She looked it over.

  “Yes, sir, I believe you are free Friday evening. I can double check, but would you like for me to add this in?”

  “Yes, thank you, Megan. That’s all,” he said, dismissing her.

  CHARITY EVENT

  The week went by without incident, and the night of the fundraiser came. Each night, Benson continued to dream of his mystery girl. Not all of his dreams involved sex - some were just them spending time together. Each one left him longing for her company when morning came.