by Alexia Praks
He moved one hand to caress my cheek, which drew my attention back to him. "Not too long now," he said, a dark smile on his lips.
It was weird, wasn't it? Only a few weeks ago, I could have never imagined my life to be like this, becoming the billionaire James Maxwell's mistress because of my brother and two million dollars and being lovingly ravished by him on a daily basis.
With any other man, I was sure I wouldn't have enjoyed it as much--being with James and him kissing me and touching me and everything else we did in the bedroom. With any other man, I was sure I'd freak out and dread the forthcoming encounter and would hate every second of it. But with James, it was different. With James, I wanted him to do so many naughty, erotic things to me, things I'd never thought of or imagined before I'd met him.
I turned my attention to the streets of Las Vegas as the car sped by, a secret smile playing about my lips.
Pet.
I was James's pet. For now, I supposed that was enough for me. But I knew for certain that very soon, I'd want more. Very soon, I'd want James's love and heart as well. And if I couldn't get those, what would I do?
We arrived at the hotel some fifteen minutes later, and the moment James closed and locked the door, he eyed me with intense sexual desire.
I stood by the sofa, gazing at his chest, at the pale-blue shirt, black silk tie, black waistcoat and jacket. He was sleek and handsome--fitting for a billionaire. Oddly enough, at this very moment, with me standing here before him, I felt I was one of those girls who had caught a young, hot billionaire's eye and he'd brought back to his hotel room to have a night of erotic adventure.
That particular scenario did not sit well with me, and I was suddenly nervous and found it hard to look James straight in the eye. Indeed, I knew in my gut tonight he'd make me do things that were completely new to me, things that would turn my world upside down, things that would make me cry and experience a sort of intense sexual depth that was so far beyond my understanding I would lose myself in the process. Yes, I'd definitely be losing myself to him again tonight.
James came over to me. He took a seat on the sofa and crossed one leg over the other. The way he sat and that particular dark gaze he had informed me of his power within this erotic dance we were about to begin. The intensity of his eyes did nothing to ease my nervousness nor my racing heart.
Gosh! I had been ravished by James many times already since we'd begun our stormy, unconventional arrangement. Yet I could still never stop the nervousness from emerging every time we were about to begin our erotic sessions. Of course, the situation was made worse by the way he was looking at me with those beautiful Prussian-blue eyes of his. Not to mention that aloof, arrogant, handsome smirk playing about his lips that made my core ache with the knowledge that soon, he'd be ravishing me to his heart's content. Soon, I'd be beneath him and writhing wildly, crying and begging for more.
Then again, I had to admit when it came to James and sex, I could never guess what he'd make me do. More specifically, what he'd do to me. The fact that only last night and the night before he had made me cry while he vigorously fucked me didn't leave a doubt in my mind that there was more to come in the future. And I knew tonight was one of those future scenarios where there'd be more to come. What would he make me do this time? Would he make me cry again? Would he...?
Gosh! I was still clueless when it came to these sexual things. When I had first met with him, I'd known I wanted him to ravish me in every way he wanted, but I could never have imagined the specifics, the details.
I raised my eyes to the handsome man before me, and I wondered if I should get changed first. After all, he seemed content just sitting there watching me, his eyes dark, not uttering a word. Soon it was becoming awkward for me to just stand there before him like some mannequin on show, and I decided to take a step back.
"Strip for me, Mia," he said suddenly, which made me jump in my spot.
I blinked. "What?"
He smiled darkly, his eyes twinkling. "Strip for me."
I folded my arms across my chest and frowned. "Why?" I asked.
He chuckled. "Because I want to see you strip, and I want to see that lingerie on you."
I blushed immediately at the sudden reminder of that flimsy lingerie he'd ordered me to wear.
"All right," I said, feeling embarrassed all of a sudden. "But don't laugh because I don't look good in it."
Of course, I'd preferred I didn't have to show him the see-through, sexy lingerie on me, but I knew I had no choice in the matter. If I were to refuse him, I knew I'd displease him. The result wouldn't be good.
I moved to unzip the back, but of course, it was difficult. My slow and awkward progress must have amused as well as irritated him, because he called out, "Come over here."
I sighed and reluctantly stepped over to him.
Standing mere inches from him and with my back to him, I bent my knees so my back was level with his eyes. Once he managed to unzip my dress halfway, I said, "Thanks," and shrugged the material down my shoulders.
He watched me intensely as I slowly slipped it down the rest of my body, and the moment the garment hit the floor around my feet, I held my breath. My stomach kept flipping in nervousness as I waited impatiently for James to say something.
He didn't, which made me even more nervous. I concentrated and tried to stay calm by keeping my mind off how awful I must look.
Sure, James had seen me naked many times before. Though, he did say he liked my body and that I looked better with nothing on... So me in this sexy garment, a type of garment that was meant to enhance and entice--what did he think now? Did it enhance my body, which in turn enticed him into wanting to make love to me?
Oh God! I didn't know, and the look on his face didn't tell me much. No, I was deluding myself there. The fact that he was staring at me with such intense sexual desire in his eyes that it made my breath catch at the back of my throat did tell me something, and that was the garment did its job.
Gosh! Now I wanted to see what I looked like. Then I promised myself there and then that I'd take a look at myself in the mirror tomorrow, when James wasn't around, when he was at work, and when I was here all alone so I could scrutinize myself in detail.
James wrapped his hands around my waist, which made me jump at the sudden contact. Then he pulled me closer to him, embracing me, my flat belly right in his face. He leaned forward and gave my stomach a kiss, gently and slowly, as if he were savoring the moment. Then he gave me kisses there again and again while his hand caressed around my backside, his fingers playing and intertwining with my panties. I groaned in delight as my core twisted and burned with need.
"Come here," he demanded, pulling me so that I sat on his lap.
I made myself comfortable, and once I did, he started kissing me again, this time on my lips, his mouth and tongue wild and passionate.
His tongue was stroking and licking against mine, exploring my every grove and lining, which was driving me insane. I wanted more... more kisses... more wildness... more James Maxwell.
"Mmm..." I groaned. "Mmm... Ahh..."
When he finally terminated our kiss, I was breathless and dazed. My body buzzed with sexual heat, while my core burned for him. I knew I was ready for him, and I knew my panties were already soaked.
James must have suspected, because he palmed me there, and I groaned in excitement at the sudden contact.
"Hmm..." I closed my eyes as I rested my forehead on his shoulder. "James."
The arrogant billionaire chuckled. "You're so wet," he said. "Aren't you an eager little pet?"
I raised my eyes to his, and I knew I must have had that particular radiant look on my face, telling him I was ready to be ravished again.
"Now, now," he said teasingly. "Be patient, darling. That time will come soon enough."
There was a twinkle within his eyes that I didn't miss, nor the fact that he was amused as well as pleased with my reaction.
"Now then..." he said, his tone darker
and more serious, which alerted me that something was up.
Chapter 19
Mia
I wasn't wrong when he turned his attention to my breasts. My body just reacted immediately and flared with this intense sensation as James touched my right nipple through the flimsy material of the lingerie. I started hyperventilating as he continued to roll the bud between his finger and thumb, hard, pressuring the flesh until it was more than a little sore.
"James!" I gasped out breathlessly.
"Your breast is very sensitive now, isn't it?" he stated bluntly.
I shook my head in response. No, I had no idea my breasts had become so sensitive to his touches. It was hurting, yet it was deliciously beautiful and pleasurable as well.
"Ahh..." I groaned. "James, it's--"
Oh gosh! The pain and the pleasure, the two collided with each other and coursed through every nerve of my body. I felt myself quiver like a leaf in a storm as James pulled down the bits of material that covered my chest area, revealing my very aroused breasts. The flesh was plump, perky round, hard, and very sensitive to the touch.
I breathed heavily as James gazed at my breasts as if they were some sort of prized possession, which, of course, made my tummy flutter. My face was flushed red, my eyes bright, and my whole body squirmed and quivered. I knew I was a sight to behold.
What is he going to do next? I wondered contritely, as I knew he had more up his sleeves where this erotic torture was concerned.
He reached over to the coffee table and grabbed an expensive pen of gold.
A pen? What did he need a pen for?
I didn't have to wait long to find out because he pressed on the button at the top of the pen so the ballpoint was retracted. This made the tip itself blunt, and I knew immediately it wasn't going to be used for writing. James then licked the round tip with his tongue. That done, he placed it on my right breast, at the spot just above my nipple. He pressed it against my flesh hard, and I reacted as if my whole body were on fire.
I gasped loudly as my whole body erupted with both pain and rapture, my core twisting and coiling into a frenzy of wild heat.
"James," I cried out, my voice shaky. "It's sore. Please stop it... I can't... handle it... please..."
He didn't listen to my pleading and began to make a circle around my nipple as he continued to press the pen hard into my flesh.
My whole body was shaking and tears brewed in my eyes as my core burned and ached to be ravished. Oh God! I wanted James's cock! I wanted it now!
James leaned in and, with is face inches from me and his lips near my ear, he whispered, "You're enjoying this, aren't you, Mia?"
What type of question was that? How could I answer him? This erotic torment was both painful and beautiful--it was so pleasurably stimulating, arousing my inner core to the brim with sexual heat, that it was driving me crazy.
When I didn't answer, he said, "Tell me you like it, Mia."
I couldn't. I just couldn't. All I could do was to bury my face against his shoulder for support as he continued to lovingly torture me, driving me to the brink of erogenous insanity.
I kept groaning and moaning, my voice weak and my body shaking as I clutched to him.
"James," I begged. "Kiss me, please."
He carelessly threw the pen back onto the coffee table. Then he smiled arrogantly. He was in control, with full power over my body, and it pleased him. "My pleasure," he said.
His lips were hot and firm against mine, and when he forcefully plunged his tongue into my mouth, he was wild and passionate. Each stroke and each caress was powerful, forceful, wild, and passionate, which made me breathless and dizzy with the thought that maybe I could really die if he were to stop this amatory torment he was granting me.
I clung onto him for dear life as he continued to kiss me passionately until I was mindless, until I wanted nothing more than for him to ruthlessly ravish me until I was spent.
When he finally terminated our kiss, he turned his attention to my panties. He slipped his finger under the flimsy string, and then in one smooth motion, he pulled the whole thing, ripping them to pieces in the process.
I just stared, flabbergasted. He. Just. Ripped. My. Panties. My first sexy lingerie. The ones I'd planned to wear tomorrow so I could inspect what I looked like in the mirror.
I didn't have time to react to his caveman-like action before he placed his palm against my hot and wet pussy, which made me groan in excitement.
James unzipped his pants, and I watched in amazement as his erect manhood sprang out eagerly, ready to pound into me.
My whole body trembled at the sight of that beast, which I had yet to get used to seeing in all its glory...
James grabbed my wrist and led my hand toward it. Oh God! I knew it was coming, and I held back, resisting his command to hold him, to wrap my hand around him... that erect cock that was going to be inside me any moment now.
At the thought of that, my core coiled deliciously in anticipation and excitement.
"Feel it." James teased gently. "Come on now. See how hard you've made me?"
I licked my lips as James guided my hand to wrap around his cock, which I mindlessly obliged.
It was hard and hot.
So hard. So hot.
My heart raced. My core burned. My body squirmed.
"James," I said softly, my voice low and husky. "It's hot."
He chuckled, amused. "Of course it's hot. Now move your hand up and down like this."
He guided me, making my hand move in an up-and-down motion. I was breathless, and my face was blushed pink. I was so nervous, afraid I'd hurt him or something. But he was so hard, like a steel pole, and hot... so hot... and so hard.
I imagined that particular cock inside my pussy and instantly shuddered in a sort of aroused, electrified sensation. Was me doing this to him like when he was deep inside me, thrusting in and out of me?
"Like this?" I asked, moving a little faster. Suddenly, I was frightened and couldn't help showing it on my face. "James, it's getting hotter."
I heard him groan and chuckle at the same time. Worriedly, I looked up and saw him wearing such an obscure and grave look on his handsome face that my breath caught at the back of my throat.
He caught my hand to stop me from going any further. "That's enough for now," he said darkly. "Let's leave hand jobs for a later date." He chuckled. "Now, I want you to ride me."
I blinked, lost and confused. Ride him?
He placed both hands about my waist and guided me up. Instantly, I knew what he wanted me to do. I leaned forward, and the moment his cock slid into me, I groaned. "Mmm... Ahh..."
I clutched to him and buried my face against his neck, trying to catch my breath and calm my shaky body at the same time.
Oh God! He seemed larger than usual, harder than usual. He was definitely hotter than usual. What brought this about? Had it been the foreplay? But I should have been turned on more than usual because I was the one who had been played with.
James kissed my forehead as he adjusted himself in me, and then I wondered why he wasn't doing anything like moving himself, thrusting into me like usual.
"Now move," he whispered. "If you don't move, I'm going to--"
"How?" I asked naively.
He grunted and tightened his arms around me. "Move. Up and down." He guided me. "Like this."
He led my body up a little and then let me down again. That simple process nearly drove me over the edge with pleasure. Oh God! I couldn't believe it. That was... powerful.
I tried again, doing it by myself this time. Once again, the pleasure was tremendous. The moment I lifted myself up and then came back down again, his cock slid in and out of me. My body reacted in amazement. The sensation coursing through me twisted and burned, screaming and erupting with erotic pleasure.
"Mmm..." I groaned as I did it again, moving up and down, slowly. Oh God, the exquisite feelings. "Mmm... Ahh..."
James chuckled as he watched me, his hands about m
y waist as I moved before him, dancing erotically, moaning and groaning, singing an erotic song to him.
"James..." I groaned out breathlessly. "Ja-James..."
It felt so good in this position. Nothing I could describe perfectly, as the thrills and sensations rushed through my whole body like some sort of addictive drugs. I wanted the feelings to go on forever as I moved faster and faster, my body dancing and swaying before James as he watched, his cock deep inside me, making me go insane.
Suddenly, I came, long and slow, the world spinning around me and lights flashing before my eyes in beautiful, brilliant colors. I felt I had just stepped into paradise, where only James and I existed.
"Ahh...." I groaned. "Mmm... James..."
I clutched onto him for dear life, my whole body shaking and squirming, rattling me to my core.
I felt James come, too, his hand tight around me, his strength crushing me, his breath laborious and body tensed.
"Fuck!" he muttered between breaths. Then he kissed me on the lips, hard.
I cried out into his mouth as my body continued to twist and burn with ecstasy, my heart racing and thumping loudly within my chest. "Hmm...."
Finally, I relaxed and dropped my head against James's shoulder, my breathing heavy and laborious. My world was still spinning when I felt James's warm lips kissing my forehead lightly and gently. Then he kissed my cheek and squeezed me tight in his arms, crushing me within his embrace. At that moment, I felt both full and loved, and I had no idea why, but the tears in my eyes wanted to come out so badly.
"You were great," James said.
I gazed at him, a smile on my lips, pleased with his praise.
Chapter 20
Mia
James was nowhere in sight when I opened my eyes the next morning, and I knew he must have gone off to his office to work. Still a little dazed from last night's passionate sex, I sat up and pulled my knees up against me, resting my chin on the top.
"James," I murmured.
Last night, he had taken me twice. Or rather, he let me take him. Then after that, it had been his turn, me writhing beneath him as he devoured me to his heart's content there on the sofa. Then of course, he led me to stand by the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the city of Las Vega. The sight of the glittering city had been amazing, a wonderful view to behold indeed. Then when he took me there...
