Close Quarters: The Forbidden Billionaire (Part One) (BDSM And Domination Erotic Romance Novelette)

by Ana Meadows

  Paul pushed farther into her, both their grunts and moans melding together. His arms were wrapped around her; their bodies slick with the water and their own sweat. Alice pushed her pussy against him, and they collided together over and over, the intensity building until Paul groaned, straining against her, his hot cum shooting into her, and Alice quivered. Even in the height of his passion, Paul slid his hand down her body and as his cock pulsed inside her, he worked her clit and she sucked in her breath and came violently against him.

  They lay in the bath until the water cooled. Beneath them the motor of the yacht was at a steady hum. “Where do you think we’re going?” Paul’s voice was a whisper in her ear, bringing Alice back to the reality of what she’d done.

  She bit her lip, not looking at him. Finally, she said, “Listen, I have a confession to make.”

  “I do as well,” Paul said.

  Alice turned to him. “No,” she said. “Me first.”

  Paul smiled playfully, lazily. “Okay.”

  Alice’s brows knit together worriedly. “You have to promise not to tell,” she said.

  Paul sat up slightly. “Let me guess,” he said. “You’re not the new maid.”

  “No, I’m not,” she said. “I’m kind of - a stowaway.”

  “Kind of a stowaway?” Paul was grinning.

  “Okay,” Alice smiled back. “I’m a full-fledged stowaway.”

  Paul sank back into the water, looking thoughtful. “So,” he said after a moment. “You really have no idea where this boat is going?”

  “None.” She leaned against him in the cooling water, their legs mingling together beneath the bubbles.

  He twirled his fingers in her hair, caressed her neck. “Well, thank goodness I do,” he said at last.

  Alice raised herself up on one elbow and smiled at him. “So, what are you? Part of the crew?”

  “Not exactly,” he said. An odd look crossed his face that she could not read.

  She leaned in and kissed him. “If my secret’s safe with you,” she kissed him again. “Yours is safe with me.”

  “Well,” he said. “I’m kind of the – owner.”

  “Kind of the owner?” Alice teased back.

  “Okay,” he said, mimicking their earlier exchange. “I am the actual owner.” He stuck out a hand and Alice took it. Shaking hands in bed while naked was definitely a first for Alice. She giggled. “So, I’m not actually ‘Paul’, of course” he said. “I’m Cal. Cal Landon.”

  Alice’s eyes got wide. All of a sudden she felt like she could not breathe. Cal Landon? The renowned billionaire? She’d stowed away on Cal Landon’s yacht! Her mouth dropped open in shock, but before she could say anything, he crushed his mouth to hers, his tongue sliding down her throat in a deep kiss. He pressed his body to hers. “Happy – I mean very happy- to meet you,” he said pulling away.

  Alice’s mouth was dry. She looked at him incredulously. He grinned and said, “And you are?”

  “Ali – Alice,” she rasped.

  “Mmmmm,” he said. “ I think I prefer Ali.”

  Alice didn’t know what to say. She’d snuck onto the yacht of Cal Landon and had sex with the billionaire! She’d bossed him around and used him.

  “Listen, I…” she began, starting to rise from the bed, but Cal put a hand on her arm.

  “Hey, where are you going?” he said.

  “I just…” she again tried to form the words.

  “We are out on the open water,” he said. “I think you’ve gone from stowaway to kidnap victim.”

  Seeing the humor in what he was saying, Alice smiled weakly. “I suppose I have,” she said.

  “Well, then” he said, nuzzling in and kissing her neck in a way that made her tingle all over again. “I guess I ought to be telling you what to do, in that case.”

  Alice warmed at the idea. “I guess maybe you should,” she said, kissing him back. She could feel his cock rising once again, growing hard against her belly.

  Cal slid out of bed. “Let me show you one of the advantages of having the money to custom outfit a yacht,” he said.

  Alice watched as Cal walked to a closet across the room. She liked the way the muscles of his ass rippled a little as he walked. He pulled a contraption out of the closet. It was a series of straps and hooks.

  “Should I be afraid?” she asked.

  “Oh,” he said, smiling. “Definitely.”

  He stood on the bed and began attaching the outfit to several ring bolts in the ceiling. Climbing down from the bed, he made some adjustments in the straps. Then he crooked a finger at Alice. “Come,” he said.

  Alice slid to the edge of the bed. “What are you going to do?”

  “I said, come here,” Cal said a bit more forcefully, sweeping her up into his arms and depositing her into the sling.

  He strapped her in and she was suspended from the ceiling, her legs strapped to the harness splayed apart, exposing her to him, her pussy open and wet and shining. Then he spun the swing around and pulled her arms behind her, reached into a drawer by the nightstand and in a flash, snapped a pair of handcuffs behind her. He pulled her cuffed hands behind her and attached them to the swing near her bottom, forcing her back to arch and her breasts to poke skyward.

  When he turned her back around to face him, Alice saw that he was holding a small crop as well, the end of which was furnished with a fine leather tassel. “Are you going to be good?” he asked, his eyebrow arching.

  “What if I’m not?” Alice said, licking her lips, aroused at being strung up in this manner. Cal stood before her, his hard body smooth and tanned, his cock standing at attention.

  “Sassy,” he said. “I think I might like that.” And with that he whipped one nipple with the crop, the stinging sensation startling her and arousing her at the same time. Cal smiled. He whipped the other nipple and it, too, rose. Alice felt heat surge through her core, her moisture saturating her vulva, the crop coming down again and again against her breasts which flushed pink. She was helpless to move, held stationary in the harness, her writhing causing it to begin to swing back and forth gently, twirling.

  Cal brought the crop down on her over and over, on the insides of her thighs, her exposed buttocks, her open pussy, making her sting, making her burn. She began to whimper with desire, tried to close her legs against him, but they were trapped in the harness, open wide. Cal dropped the crop and grasped her buttocks in his hands, squeezing them painfully. He pulled the swing forward, bringing her to his face. His hard, pointy tongue poked out of his mouth and he ran it up the slit of her pussy from vagina to clit and Alice shuddered against him. He teased her with his tongue, poking the ultra-sensitive head of her clit, already so abused from their sex, and then wrapped his lips around it and sucked on it.

  Alice thought she was going to burst, her sore, red nipples peaking up from her breasts, stinging with pleasure, her burning thighs, and his mouth working her pussy, her honey running onto his lips. “Please, please,” she breathed, barely able to talk. “Please fuck me, please!”

  Instead, Cal laughed a little, his hot breath enveloping her open pussy. He slid one finger into her, then pulled it out, sucking again on her clit, teasing her, making her crazy.

  “Please!” she said louder, and Cal simple repeated the process, making Alice buck in her restraints. She was afraid she would pull the bolts right out of the ceiling, but they held. Cal continued his teasing, the finger, the licking, the finger, and then sucking until Alice was mad, crying; tears leaking from her eyes.

  Suddenly, Cal manipulated one of the straps and she fell downward, lowered to his hip level and he thrust into her, his giant cock filling her and she screamed out, her orgasm making her buck and shudder around his hard maleness, his beautiful organ, and he grasped her hips, pulling her to him again, again, again until he, too, shivered and unloaded his hot load deep inside her wanting, hungry flower.

  Stowing away wasn’t so bad after all.

  Chapter Two

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sp; On the horizon, the sun was going down rose-gold. Alice leaned on the railing on the upper deck, her sheer wrap skirt billowing around her legs, the light around her making her bronze skin even duskier. She heard feet on the stairs and turned as Watkins appears, his uniform white and immaculate, as always. “Can I make you a drink, Miss, before I go below to begin dinner?” Alice managed a small smile, shaking her head.

  “I’m fine, thank you,” she said.

  Watkins nodded, turning back for the stairs. “Very good,” he replied.

  “Wait!” Alice said, turning suddenly. Watkins followed, his eyebrow raising. “Have you seen Ca- I mean, Mr. Landon?”

  “He’s on a ship to shore call, Miss.”

  Alice sighed. “All right,” she said. “Thank you.” She walked over to one of the sumptuous chaise lounges and sat on the edge. She removed her bikini top and laid back, letting the late afternoon sun wash over her body and contemplated the last few days, here on Cal Landon’s yacht, FORBIDDEN. The day she’d ditched her college classes and stowed away on the beautiful boat, pretending to be a maid when she was caught had certainly been full of surprises - the biggest of those being her growing feelings for the handsome billionaire that she’d at first mistaken for one of the crew.

  She laid back, eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her skin, and thought about the passionate escapades of the last few days. Though they’d never used the sex swing again, Cal had turned out to be quite the dominator, and they’d acted out more than a few sexy scenarios; harem girl and king, pirate and wench, sexy school teacher… There were closets full of clothing on this party boat, meant to accommodate Cal’s many guests, but for this voyage - meant to be a working voyage - the only passengers on the vessel were Alice, Cal and his staff.

  Thinking about their lovemaking was getting Alice hot. She wanted to go find him in his onboard office and give him something other than business to think about, but she knew she was still on shaky ground. She was a stowaway, after all, and in a few days they would be coming into port. After that, who knew? Yes, he’d been kind, accommodating – passionate - yet, Alice knew that in reality, he was a billionaire businessman, and she was a college student who’d stolen her way onto his property. She didn’t want to disturb him for fear of losing his favor.

  Instead, she ran her hands lightly over her breasts, her nipples rising at the touch. She sighed, imagining they were Cal’s hands, so big and soft and warm. How she loved his hands on her skin! Loved? Alice’s eyes flew open. Well, she liked it, surely - more than liked it, if she was honest with herself. She moaned, her hands leaving her skin, and she sat up, her eyebrows scrunching together in consternation. She thought about the last few nights, her naked body curled up against Cal’s, or his spooned against hers, the softness of his lips when he kissed her, the deep rumbling of his voice, a hint of an English accent whispering in her ear. She thought about sitting with him at breakfast, at dinner, the great conversations they’d had. He was so witty, intelligent, and respectful of her. Alice stuck out her bottom lip. She was falling for him, and she knew it. The realization caused a sickly coldness to insinuate in the pit of Alice’s stomach. She just couldn’t allow herself to feel that way! It would never work. Why would a man like Cal Landon want an unsophisticated woman such as herself?

  Alice got up in a huff, snapping her bikini top on and heading down to her guest room to shower. She would have to toughen up. She would have to protect her heart. Prepare herself for the end of this journey, which was a mere four days away. Then she would have to return to her boring life, going to classes, working at the coffee shop - if she even still had her job, that is. She’d only made one ship to shore call, to get excused from her classes due to “illness”, but hadn’t called her boss. She sighed, slipping off her clothing and stepping into the bathroom, sure she would have a job search on her hands as well when she returned home.

  The stinging spray on her skin woke her already stimulated nipples and they rose against the stinging needles of the shower. Alice closed her eyes, running her hands over her slick skin, down her breasts and belly to the soft nest of hair between her legs. She sighed, dreaming of Cal’s hands on her body, and slid a finger between the soaking, slippery lips of her muff, the curly hair swirling in the water like seaweed. There was a little silver ring on her finger and as she passed over her clit, the friction from it caused a little jolt to rush through her, causing her pussy to contract and begin to issue her sweet cream mixed with the soapy water of the shower. Alice pleasured herself, pressing her back to the Italian marble interior of the shower to keep her balance, one hand working her cunt and the other her nipples, twisting and pinching them, until she shuddered, her cum running out onto her hand, down her thigh.

  As she dried her hair, it came to her. Hadn’t she played this game before, simply on a smaller scale? Making herself irresistible to the man of her choice, flirting, getting him to come on to her, think that being together was all his idea? She ran her hands through her naturally wavy hair, tossing it in a sexy manner. The red, fiery waves fell around her heart-shaped face, framing it. She bit on her lips, making them puff up a bit, looking pouty. Yes, she’d played this game before. She blinked, trying to ignore the slight nervousness she felt in her belly.

  In the bedroom, she searched through the closet. Hadn’t she seen a low-cut red mini dress in here? Yes! She smiled as she took the dress out, noting the tag inside; Versace. She pulled the slinky dress over her naked form, cupping the expensive fabric over her taut breasts, smoothing it over her waist and ample hips. She smiled. The dress fit her perfectly. At the mirror, she was taking extra care with her make-up - thank goodness she’d had her handbag with her when she boarded the ship - when there was a polite knock on the door.

  Alice opened the door a crack. In the hall, Watkins bowed politely. “Mr. Landon would like you to join him on the uppermost deck for cocktails,” he said.

  “Of course,” she replied. “Thank you, Mr. Watkins.”

  “Just Watkins, Miss,” he said. He was about to turn away when he said, “Miss- if I might be so bold- you look particularly lovely this evening.”

  Alice smiled broadly, showing her white teeth. “Thank you!” she said. “That was just what I was hoping to hear!” She closed the door and took one last look in the full length mirror. “Well,” she said to her image. “Here goes nothing!”

  Chapter Three

  On the upper deck, Cal was leaning on the railing in the very spot Alice had been earlier. The sun had sunk lower, and the sky was ablaze with a glorious sunset. Watkins had moved a table for two onto the deck, and it was set with fine linen, china and silver. Crystal glasses sparkled at each place setting, and somehow, he’d produced a spray of fresh flowers and greens for decoration, as well as candles in silver holders.

  “Well,” Alice said softly, stepping onto the deck. Cal turned toward her, smiling. “This is certainly lovely.”

  He came forward and kissed her on the cheek, then held her at arms’ length, gazing down at her sumptuous body encased in the short, red Versace dress. “Not half as lovely as you.”

  “Thank you.” Alice stepped forward, the aroma of his expensive scent intoxicating her. She stood bare inches from him, and could feel the heat of both of their bodies mingling, making her ache down low in her belly, and wet between the legs.

  “Would you care for a glass of champagne?” Cal’s lips were very close to hers. She could feel his breath on her skin, and a pleasant shiver overcame her. She nodded. Cal pulled himself away, and she watched him, longingly, as he walked to the beautifully appointed table and pulled the bottle of champagne from the nearby ice bucket and poured. He was an amazing man. Handsome, intelligent, witty. How could she ever hope to meet another like him? The ship, weaving softly beneath her feet was another world, a beautiful world. She leaned against the mast, looking out over the water, a melancholy suddenly taking hold of her.

  Then, Cal was before her, holding a cold glass of sparkling
wine. He frowned, his hand going to her chin, tipping her face up to him. “Here now, what’s this?” he said.

  She looked up, smiling a bit sadly. “I was just thinking,” she said. “How lovely all of this has been and, well, that we will be landing soon.”

  “Ahhhh,” Cal replied. He placed the glass in her hand and then walked back to the table to fill one for himself. He took a long drink. “Actually,” he said. “I’ve been giving that some thought.”

  “Oh?” Alice lifted an eyebrow. She searched his face, but it revealed nothing. Nervously, she drained her glass. With a half-smile, Cal walked over and refilled her glass.