Entice: A Dark Billionaire Romance (Dark Odyssey Club Fantasies Book 1)

by Faith Summers

  I notice her ass is red, and she too is wearing a leather collar around her neck.

  This is all about pain and pleasure. Everyone looks so engrossed in what they’re doing and the ones who notice me looking can tell straight away that I’m not used to it.

  Something about all of it though… from the people having sex on the main parts of the club to these people inside has that element of freedom. It calls to me.

  Josh leads me through a large oak door and we enter a corridor where it’s just us. My heels click against the stone floor, and the echo continues until we enter another room. A bedroom.

  It looks like something from a spa. There’s a king sized four-poster bed in the center of the room with a wrought iron chandelier hanging over it that looks like it was pulled from a medieval painting. A wide archway with sliding doors lead out to the terrace.

  We must be on the basement level, I wouldn’t have thought there would be so much to the club, but I’m truly impressed.

  I smile and look at Josh.

  “You like this.” he states. Again I notice the way he just says things as he observes them about me.

  “I do.”

  “But you’re not sure about the Doms and subs?”

  “It’s just different. Is that… what we’ll be doing?” I look over at the bed and imagine myself tied up. Tied up and at his mercy to do what he wants to me.

  I should be scared or nervous, but… somehow I’m not.

  I’m guessing I’m on the right track when my eyes flick back up to meet his and something dark and reckless flashes in the iris’ of his eyes.

  “Maybe… do you want to?”

  I look at him and stare deeply at him. I think it’s safe to say that he knows I’ll have a hard time telling him no. I can’t remember ever saying the word in the time we’ve known each other.

  At the same time, we haven’t done anything yet that I haven’t wanted to do. Everything we’ve been doing so far is stuff that has been pleasure for me and him.

  As I continue to gaze at him I realize too that it’s him. I’ve wanted to do all we’ve done because it’s him. It’s been with him and the thrill has kept me coming back for more, wanting more, as crazy as it might be.

  He told me I was his fantasy. I never realized that he was mine too.

  So why would anything else with him be anything other than pleasurable?

  “Maybe…” I answer.

  He pulls out my coin from his back pocket and holds it out to me.

  “You’re giving it back to me?” I ask, feeling my heart squeeze. Did I say the wrong thing?

  “No, not the way you think. Tonight I want to do things a little different. Do things to your body that we haven’t done yet. Darker things… darker things I want to do to you.” His voice drops deeper and my nerves scatter at the thought of darker things being done to me.

  I only imagine what he must mean.

  “So, I’m asking permission to take you over the edge but you have to trust me with your body. You give me power to dominate you, be the master of you, own you, possess you, claim you, make you mine completely. And you will submit to me. You surrender everything to me. In return you get ultimate pleasure. How does that sound Giselle?”

  I don’t know who would say know to a reward of ultimate pleasure. It’s appealing. It sounds as appealing as being given unlimited happiness. What captures me however is the idea of giving myself to him and being his completely. That’s what tempts me.

  It the thing that entices me into the temptation of him and it’s not something I can resist.

  “I want it,” I say and the lust that glitters his eyes makes me hunger for him. “Yes, I… want you.”

  With his gaze hot with desire, he reaches out to run his finger along the edge of my jaw. That slight touch makes my body scream out for more, to allow him to do whatever he wants to me.

  “Then your safe word is red.”

  Red…

  Safe word…

  Red hot lust pulses through me, riding on the wave of forbidden pleasure.

  “Say it so I know you understand me.” Now he holds my face.

  “Red.”

  “Good girl. You say that and I stop. It all stops. Understand?”

  “Yes.”

  Chapter Ten

  Giselle

  “Take off the robe. Let me see you,” Josh says, and I allow the robe to slide down my arms.

  As the silk pools at my feet and I stand before him practically naked. It’s the sexiest I’ve ever felt.

  This negligee is the kind that was made to stay on. The see-through with the net to show off my body just the way he wants and I’m glad he likes what he sees.

  This man has seen me naked many times this week, but yet he stares at me like it’s the first time. He looks me up and down, devouring me with his gaze. Then he walks around me, eyeing me up.

  With the smooth edge of his forefinger he traces a line right around me. Over the flat of my stomach, over my arms then around to the small of my back where he lingers, brushing over the hollow.

  “From here on, Giselle, you will call me sir,” he states. “And for being so truly sexy I will reward you with one request.”

  A little smile slides across my mouth, but I hide it before I look back at him.

  “One request?” I ask, and he dips his head low to me.

  “One request.”

  “And it can be whatever I want?”

  “Yes, it can. Would you like to make your request now, or later?”

  I can’t wait. I turn into him so I can look at him and I want my reward now. I know what I want.

  All these past days he’s called the shots and swept me off my feet and out of reality. Everything he does is so effective that it doesn’t take much for him to have me practically eating out of his hands.

  I want this now, before he takes control of me. That confident, sexy… daring edge of what I crave knows exactly what it wants.

  “Now… I want it now,” I say.

  A wicked smile dances across his lips and I get the feeling he knows what I’m going to ask for.

  “Very well then, you may have it now Giselle. What would you like?”

  “You,” I answer and he smoothes his hand back up to cup my chin. “I want you.”

  “Be careful, Giselle St. John. Your eyes give you away. Be careful of what you ask for. A good girl like you shouldn’t want a devil like me,” he chuckles deep and low, but I see something flash in the depths of his eyes that holds my attention. It’s… longing. Something more than the lust, desire, need and want.

  I see longing like he might want me to want him too, but his warning has thrown me.

  “What if I want you the same way you want me?”

  “In what ways do you want me, Giselle?”

  “I want to taste you, to own you too… I want you to be mine completely too, tonight.”

  The look in his eyes intensifies noticeably, and he leans closer to me. “Yes. You have me… ladies first.” He releases me and takes a step back.

  Me first… oh my.

  He’s passed me the ball and I get to decide what happens next. It feels like we’re actually on a playing ground. Or in the playroom.

  I step forward, closing the space between us, allowing my body and inner desires to guide me.

  Tonight is about greed and lust. That means my body has to do the talking for me. The gorgeous man in front of me is what I want, and he just gave himself to me to live out the start of a fantasy that’s been brewing since I first laid my eyes on him.

  First, I pull his shirt from the waistband of his pants and start undoing the buttons, one after the other from top to bottom, until the soft cotton lays open on either side. Smiling to myself, I back it off down his wide powerful shoulders and push it down, watching it float over his elbows and drift down to the stone floor.

  He stands there and allows me to take charge, his eyes now drinking me in with raw desire. His stare make my nipples pebble
and I can’t wait to feel his mouth on me.

  I make my way down to his belt buckle and undo the belt, then the zipper on his fly. A ripple runs through me when his pants slink down his long, athletic legs revealing the enormous bulge of his cock pressing against his Calvin Kline boxers.

  He helps me out by stepping out of his shoes and socks, but stops at that, leaving his boxers on and I’m glad because he looks like a walking advert for the brand. Like he could have easily stepped off the billboard. I want to savor the look of him like this for a few seconds and seal it to my memory.

  I want to remember this picture of him. Him with his cock bulging against the cotton of his boxers, erect for me.

  Time for part two of this vision. A cocky grin forms on his face accentuating the perfect angles of his jaw when I tug on the waistband of his boxers and push it down allowing the thick length of his cock to spring free. He steps out of his boxers, and now he’s naked before me.

  I could see this man a million times and still my mouth would water at the sight of him. I admit he does look better and better, but I think it’s more the case of that I can’t get enough of him.

  He’s standing here naked before me and the vision is now complete. My eyes roam over his body, exploring him. From the top of his head, the masterpiece his face is, the perfection of his V-shaped torso inked with those tats and the dark happy trail that runs from his navel down to his cock. My eyes shift to his legs, lean with rippling muscles the way you imagine on a Greek god or a Viking.

  I absolutely take pleasure in the moment of walking around him too, the same way he does me, looking over his sexy as fuck ass and the tattoo of a red dragon that covers his whole back.

  On to the last part of my fantasy. It’s not the first time I’ve done this but it’s the only thing I can do to him that makes me feel like I own him, like he really is mine and belongs to me.

  When I get back to the front of him and face him I drop to my knees and take his cock into my hands.

  His eyes rake boldly over me as I do so, roving over me with that dark desire, then molten heat as I lick over the tip of the fat head like I’m licking a lollipop.

  “Are you sure that’s not more for my benefit than yours?” he asks.

  “No, you just get to come along for the ride.” I hear myself say.

  If I was by myself I’d be jumping up and down because I definitely just scored points for being the confident, sexy, and daring woman I want to be.

  The smoldering flame that comes into his eyes makes me wet instantly and I worry I may start leaking.

  “Fuck,” he breathes, and a proud smile pulls at the corner of my lips.

  He grows harder in my hands when I run my fingers lightly over his length, growing to life and filling my palms as I grip him. His thickness and perfection amazes me.

  I lick him from base to tip, and his shaft strains upward in a thick curve. Pre-cum forms on the head and I take him into my mouth, deep inside so he can fill my mouth too. I swirl over the tip then rasp over his length in strokes that make him groan.

  I start to work him, sucking hard and harder and he laces his fingers through my hair as I bob up and down his cock.

  “Fucking hell Giselle, you’re so good at this. Fuck,” he groans, pressing me closer so I can continue to suck him.

  The combo of his groans, the way he grabs my hair and my head, and what I’m doing to him, unlocks something inside me that wants to devour him. I take him deeper and suck harder.

  I already know it’s too much. It’s too much for me too because I can already feel the tug of an orgasm, and he hasn’t even touched me more that the stroke of his finger over my skin.

  It doesn’t take long before he winces, and his cock pulses inside my mouth. He starts pumping, holding my head with both hands so he can fuck my face. That just enhances the thrill racing through me.

  He fucks my face and I work him harder, coaxing his release until one last pump sends a hot spray of cum to the back of my throat. He blows into me like a hurricane, and he tastes so damn good.

  Like salt, man, sex and raw, carnal desire.

  I take it all in and swallow, loving the feel of the warmth that coats my mouth.

  He’s breathing hard and looking down at me with what can only be described as pure sinful need.

  I’m breathing hard too and my breaths come quicker as he pulls out of my mouth and clamps a hand down on my arm to pull me up.

  “My turn,” he informs me. That dominant voice tells me it’s indeed my turn to submit and obey. Allow him to own me as he takes back control from the reward he allowed me.

  Chapter Eleven

  Giselle

  “Get on the bed and lie on your back,” he tells me and I do.

  The cool, silky sheets caress my back as I lie against them. He hovers over me, his bright baby blue’s roving over me with appraisal.

  “Good girl,” he husks. “Remember the safe word baby.”

  “I remember.”

  He gets on to the bed too and continued to just look at me. I always get this impression like he’s committing me to memory, and it’s easy to get lost in him just from that stare.

  Is it wrong for me to want a man who will look at me like that forever?

  Or, to feel like when he does he sees me and it’s okay to just be me? Like I’m enough.

  He looked at me like that even before he knew who I was, and he never criticized.

  In the lock of our gaze, my mind drifts to a place I don’t want it to. To Kirk. It wasn’t the fact that he called me boring that got me. It wasn’t that at all. That was just the tip of the iceberg that crushed me. There was more to it than that. It was the fact that he didn’t like me as a person. He didn’t love me and what made me, me. None of those very basic things mattered and yet I’m looking at Josh and seeing that those things, the things that make me who I am are what he wants.

  If only for a little while. His eyes give him away too. I don’t know if he knows that.

  He traces a finger over my lips and down my neck, then he lowers to press his lips over mine. Slow and thoughtful. That’s how we kiss, as if to spark pleasure from the very basis. As he continues to kiss me in this exploratory manner, like he’s tasting me I understand that’s what he’s doing.

  He wants me to feel everything, so he’s heightening my senses to awaken the sensation I feel building in my core.

  His lips leave my mouth and trace over my neck like a whisper. Warm, hot whispers caress my skin, persuading my nerve endings to spark and ignite with the heat that funnels up from my core.

  He makes his way down to my breasts, kissing my nipples through the lace of the cup. As he sucks on my left breast, he parts my thighs and pushes his fingers over the already sensitive skin of my mound then straight up into my pussy.

  I gasp from the thrilling sensation and slide my leg over him so my heels can dig into his back.

  My already tight nipples tighten further when he sucks harder and starts kneading and squeezing my breasts as he alternates his wild suckle.

  The amplified thrill from the sensation that races through me makes my body shudder and bow to the control he has over me. Waves of overlapping pleasure hit me, curling my toes as I arch my back up into him. I moan his name over and over again, it’s a begging sound, and he obliges in his continued pursuit to give me pleasure. Sucking my breasts and finger fucking me.

  Eagerly, and greedily, I respond to his touch, my entire body tingling. I grip onto his shoulders and I hold on tight, but it’s like I can’t touch him enough or hold on tight enough. My whole body is alive with pleasure now. It ripples and sizzles through every part of me. His gifted mouth and fingers makes pleasure rocket through me, bringing me to climax.

  “Josh,” I cry out and he responds by making the pleasure even more than it already is by moving down my body so he can replace his fingers with his tongue.

  The only thing that feels better than his cock inside me is his tongue.

  With a s
wirl of his tongue he teases and tastes the hard nub of my clit, tugging the last of the orgasm out of me, then drinking as I come.

  Like always, he takes everything, and I come undone in his hands.

  He stops when my breathing stills and I run a hand through his hair.

  Lifting his head, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

  “You love that,” he says, looking satisfied and proud of himself.

  “Yes,” I breathe.

  “Yes… what?”

  I right myself in my mind, knowing what he wants me to say in that instant. “Yes, Sir.”

  It actually sounds sexy coming from me and it arouses me more.

  When he slides off the bed, I see he’s aroused again too, already hardening up even though he finished in my mouth minutes ago.

  “Do you want more, my perfect little sub?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I answer.

  “Wonderful.”

  I’m glad I’m giving all the right answers. I want to see what he’s going to do to me next.

  He comes to the side of the bed and opens the drawer next to it. I roll my head to the side when the clink of chains catches my attention.

  He has a set of chains attached to leather cuffs.

  “Red yet baby?” The question checks me like a checkpoint. He’s making sure I want to do this.

  I do, especially after the pleasure he just gave me.

  “No. No, Sir. I want more.”

  “Good girl.”

  He starts with my right hand. First securing the cuff to my wrist, then the chain to the loop on the headboard. It was only then that I actually realized the bed was made with the loops for the chains.

  He goes to the other side and does the same thing. Last is my ankles, leaving me spread eagle on the bed.

  He’s chained me to the bed and holy hell do I feel at his mercy now.

  I’m practically naked. His eyes drift to the crotch of the crotch less panties where my pussy is completely exposed and when I move I find I actually can’t stretch my arm further than a few inches away from where I’m attached to the bed.