Valentine's Billionaire Bad Boys

  “Hands at your sides.”

  I hadn’t even realized that I’d moved them to cover myself until he’d said it.

  He circled me, moving closer with each pass until he was behind me. Through his trousers, I felt his cock rub against me. He reached around me and cupped my breasts.

  “Exquisite.” His breath was hot against my ear. “You have a beautiful body, Aleena. Never forget it. Never cover it.”

  His fingers closed around my nipples, rolling them as they hardened. I gave a startled yelp when he pinched them, but it was more from surprise than pain. The jolt that went through me was more pleasure.

  “Hands on the arm of the couch.”

  I knew what was going to come after this and my stomach clenched. Part of it was nerves, but more was anticipatory desire. I moved towards the couch, feeling his eyes on me the entire way.

  “You know what I’m going to do.”

  It was a statement more than a question, but I still nodded as I put my hands down. The position made me feel even more vulnerable than before. I flinched when his hand rested on my ass, but it was a caress. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation.

  “Do you want this?”

  I flushed.

  My mind registered the crack a split second before the pain. It was a sharp sting that quickly faded to warmth, nothing more, but I still caught my breath.

  “Answer me, Aleena. Do you want this?”

  “Yes,” I said, forcing the word out.

  There was another slap, another sharp sting.

  “You saw me doing this before, to another woman. Did you enjoy watching me?”

  I whimpered.

  “Answer me.” His voice was firm. “Did it turn you on, watching me spank her?”

  He spanked me when I didn’t respond—twice. It took another hard smack before I could admit it. “Yes, sir!”

  I couldn’t believe I was admitting something so personal. Then again, I was bent over the couch getting spanked by my boss. It should’ve put things in perspective.

  “How long did you stay?”

  He didn’t give me a chance to answer before his hand came down again, this time on the other cheek.

  “I watched until you finished,” I answered quickly, absorbing the pain of his last strike.

  I felt more than saw him hesitate.

  “You stayed from the time I spanked her until I came?”

  “Yes.”

  I gasped as he spanked me again, twice in quick succession, one on either cheek and harder than before.

  “What did you think?” he asked.

  “I don’t understand.”

  Two more smacks and my ass was burning now. The sting wasn’t fading now, but was spreading through me, inching its way along my skin.

  “When you saw me with her, what did you think?” He ran his hand up my back. “Did you think about what it must feel like, what I did to her? Did you wish you were her? Did you want to join us? Touch me? Touch her?”

  The words popped out of my mouth before I could second-guess myself. “I thought you were beautiful.”

  The hand between my shoulder blades stopped and I hoped I hadn’t said anything wrong.

  “Stay there. Don’t move.” He sounded hoarse.

  I forced myself to freeze, although, more than anything, I wanted to look at him. A minute passed. Then another. I dug my nails into the arm of the sofa, forcing myself not to turn. I thought he might have left. What was he—?

  “Close your eyes,” he said quietly. His voice was calmer now, a slow deep timber that vibrated through my spine.

  Immediately, I closed them. Then I tensed as I felt him slipping something over my eyes.

  “What are you—?”

  “No talking, Aleena,” he said as he finished fastening the blindfold into place.

  I groaned and behind me, he laughed. Then he took my shoulders and guided me around. After weeks of living here, I had an idea of where he was going, just from where he moved me. He’d just nudged me over to the couch.

  “Lie back,” he said.

  “What are we—?” I gasped as he brought his hand down on my ass, harder than before.

  “I said no talking.”

  Even as the pain flared in my bottom, he rubbed the area where he’d spanked me, soothing it. As he guided me to lie down, he started to speak. “Anything I do with you, I’ll explain. But you have to show trust in me or this won’t work…can you do that?”

  I hesitated. Answer? Don’t answer? I didn’t know.

  “You can answer when I ask you questions,” he said and I felt him brush his lips across mine.

  “Yes.” I swallowed. “I can do that.”

  “Good.” His hands skimmed down my breasts, caught my nipples and plucked them. I whimpered, but tried to strangle the sound.

  “You don’t need to do that. I want to hear what I do to you.”

  A sigh shuddered out of me.

  “You’re wearing the blindfold because I’m going to go down on you. Aleena, if I’m going to teach you how to play in my world, then you need to understand a few things. I’m a dominant. If you choose to be my submissive, you’ll be the one kneeling in front of me. If I kneel in front of you, you won’t see it happen.” He slid a hand up my thigh. “If you can’t handle that idea, then let me know.”

  I was still processing the ‘I’m going down on you’ part of what he’d said.

  “Aleena?”

  I sucked in a breath and then said, “Uh…right now, it all sounds good to me.”

  He chuckled and I felt him kiss my knee.

  Oh, shit.

  “Open your legs.”

  Heat flooded my face and I slowly parted my thighs. I hissed as he pulled me towards the edge of the couch, the sensitive skin of my ass rubbing against the soft material.

  With the blindfold on, everything seemed more intense. It didn’t block out the light, but I was rendered blind nonetheless. His lips slid across my sex, while I was excruciatingly aware of the press of his fingers, even the feel of his knees pressing against my ankles as they dangled near the floor.

  A shocked “Oh…” rolled out of me as he licked me.

  He licked me, the same way he had licked my mouth and my body exploded with sensation. Then he slid his tongue inside, teasing my entrance, going farther. Taunting me while I began to shudder and shake beneath him.

  His teeth scraped over my clit and I cried out in startled, delirious pleasure.

  I tugged and realized belatedly I’d curled my hands in his hair.

  I went to pull them back, but he caught one, guiding it back to his scalp. “Don’t stop,” he muttered against me. “Show me that you want this.”

  Want it? I was trying to figure out how I’d ever existed without this.

  He stiffened his tongue and pressed inside me again, starting to fuck me rhythmic thrusts. I flexed my hips, driving myself against his mouth, blindly seeking the orgasm I already felt building inside me.

  I came hard and fast, and I forgot his order. I cried out his name and would have begged him not to stop, if I’d have the ability to think. But I’d long since lost that. I was still shuddering, shaking, sensation and hunger rolling through me when he pulled away.

  I reached for him, but he caught my hands. “Be still,” he said. His voice was tender, though, almost gentle.

  My hands fell loose to my sides and I lay there, heart pounding. If I’d had the strength, I might have risked another punishment—although maybe it wasn’t much of a risk since the…ah, consequences had been so pleasant. But I didn’t have the strength.

  “Come here,” Dominic said, his voice low, quiet.

  I would have asked, but his hands were on my hips, guiding me further off the edge of the couch. Those long, low cushions came in very handy.

  I heard something tear, smelled something odd.

  “A condom,” he said softly.

  “…do we…um, but you said you were clean…”

  “I am.” His f
ingers slid against me, distracting me as he continued to speak. “But I always wear one. Any woman I’m with should expect me to wear one—just as any woman should expect her partner to wear one.”

  I tried not to squirm at the idea of him so bluntly discussing his past lovers. “But…” I stammered. I didn’t want a barrier between us. He’d felt so good the last time. “I won’t get pregnant. And I’ve already told you that I’ve only been with the one guy. Why do we need one?”

  “Because we do.” His fingers slid inside me and pressed deep. I gasped as that simple touch sent sensation all but screaming through me.

  “You’re talking, Aleena,” he murmured, bending low and nipping my lip. “This is one topic I’ll excuse—this one time. But disobey me again and there will be punishment.”

  As if to highlight his words, he traced one hand down my hip and slid it under me, cupping my ass. It was both pleasure and pain and I already knew I wanted more.

  “Are we clear?”

  I nodded.

  “Say the words.”

  “Yes, sir.” The affirmation came quickly, without a moment’s hesitation. I’d say anything, do anything to continue feeling this way.

  Then his body brushed mine and the thought of obedience, punishment, pleasure, pain…everything, it all faded away and the only thing that mattered was him. This.

  Instinctively, I reached up to push away the blindfold, but he caught my hands, held them in one hand and guided them overhead. “Not yet, Aleena,” he whispered. “Not yet.”

  His cock pulsed against me as his mouth rubbed against mine, slowly, teasingly. When I tried to kiss him, he shifted his attention to my neck, my ear.

  “Now, you’re allowed to talk. I want to hear you beg. I want to hear you scream.”

  He bit my lower lip and I moaned.

  “That will work, too.”

  I could almost hear the smile in his voice and then he kissed me and I tasted myself on his lips. It shouldn’t have been so erotic. Yet I found myself rocking against him and sucking on his tongue, craving more.

  He lifted his head and said, “You’ll suck on my cock like that. Soon.”

  I lifted my mouth, seeking his.

  “Won’t you, Aleena?”

  “Damn it, Dominic!”

  “Answer the question.” His voice was low, like a growl and his hand tightened around my wrists. “Will you suck my cock like that?”

  “Yes…yes, sir.” I shuddered as I said it, realizing now just how much I’d longed to do just that, to do just this…all of this.

  “Good girl.” He nipped my lower lip. “I’m tempted to sink into that sweet mouth right now, to feel those lips wrapping around me. Later. I want to feel that pussy of yours wrapped around me more.”

  “Yes, Dominic.”

  He passed over me, his sheathed cock slipping against my wetness. I whimpered when he rubbed against my clit.

  “Now,” he said after he’d done that so many times I started to shake.

  He came inside me, driving in deep and hard. The skin on my bottom was sore and my clit felt swollen. Everything was more intense.

  The hand restraining my wrists tightened and instinctively, I tugged against him.

  “Remember how to make this stop,” he said.

  “I don’t want you to stop.”

  “Good.” He pressed his brow to mine, his breaths coming just as quickly as mine. And then he started to move.

  He surged inside me, quick, deep thrusts that made me cry out. My back arched and I struggled to scream, struggled to breathe. Pleasure slammed into me, bombarded me.

  And I begged.

  “Please…please…please…” The word bounced and echoed off the walls and I thought if I didn’t come soon, I’d die. Dominic moved higher on my body and the angle caused his cock to rub directly against my clit and I tensed, locking down around his cock.

  It was too much—

  “Scream for me.”

  I did.

  I screamed until I couldn’t breathe as the orgasm tore through me. Everything dimmed, grayed…and I felt his cock jerk and thicken as he started to come. He roared and continued to thrust, milking everything into me. Slowly, he quietened and slumped, his body coming down to rest on mine. I welcomed the weight and wrapped my legs around his waist, holding him tighter.

  I whimpered.

  Dazed, delighted…stunned.

  Light blinded me and I blinked, realizing he’d taken the blindfold off. He pulled out and I gasped as that movement alone sent shockwaves of pleasure racing through me. He rose, left me—

  I tensed, but he reappeared a moment later, carrying a blanket.

  It was barely big enough for the two of us, but it didn’t matter. He was big and warm and I’d never been so happy in my life.

  But it came crashing to an ugly, grinding halt before the sweat even had a chance to dry on my skin.

  The door unlocked and opened. I barely had a chance to sit up. Dominic’s mother stood in the doorway, staring at us.

  “Damn it, Dominic.” She sighed.

  Mortified, I clutched the blanket to my chest as Dominic shifted around to sit beside me.

  “You know better than to sleep with the help.”

  The help?

  A punch of humiliation slammed in me, so hard and fast I thought I’d be sick. Swallowing, I jerked a look at Dominic, but he just stared at his mother.

  Jacqueline St. James-Snow sniffed and flicked me another look. “And really, Dominic, if you were in the mood for something…exotic, you could have found it elsewhere. Why bring it home?”

  “Mom,” Dominic said as his eyes hardened.

  Slowly, I stood up.

  I looked from Dominic to Jacqueline, wrapping the blanket more snugly around me. Before Dominic could say any more, I spoke, “I’m from Iowa, ma’am,” I said, struggling to keep my voice level. “I really don’t think you can consider a small-town girl like me exotic.”

  Then I grabbed my clothes, struggling not to let the tears fall as I hurried into the bathroom.

  Exotic, she’d called me.

  And Dominic had just sat there.

  When I slid out of the bathroom a few minutes later, I darted a quick look his way. He rose and I scanned the room for my purse. I grabbed it along with my coat and hit the door before Dominic could stop me.

  Never again, I vowed as I rode the elevator down to the lobby. I was through with him and the rest of this shitty city. He’d have to find someone else to serve him.

  Continues in Serving HIM Vol. 3

  Serving HIM Vol. 3

  Chapter One

  Aleena

  The wind cut into me as I bent over the railing of Bank Rock Bridge to stare into the water. It was cold, icy and sharp, but it was nothing compared to the misery I felt inside.

  Sleeping with the help.

  If I thought it would lessen the pain, I’d have made myself puke, just to get rid of all the poison that seemed to choke me. But it wouldn’t do any good. This kind of pain didn’t come from anything physical.

  I could still see the look of disdain she'd given me—and the complete and utter withdrawal on Dominic’s face as he watched.

  He hadn’t said anything.

  Logically, I knew it was possible to hurt like this.

  Logically, I should have already been prepared for something like this. I’d been in this position before after all.

  Danny Holton hadn’t pretended to care about me the way Dominic had though. Dominic had made think he…

  “What?” I muttered to myself. A few feet away, a couple with a camera looked at me oddly.

  Tourists, no doubt about it. New Yorkers were used to people talking to themselves—or to a street post or the clear blue air. Then, to my surprise, I was able to laugh at myself, even if only inside my head. After a little more than six months, I was already feeling like a New Yorker.

  Although sometimes, like now, I hated it here. My laughter faded away.

  The coupl
e was still watching me and I managed to give them a weak smile. They hurried off and I went back to staring down into the water. It rippled slightly in the wind, casting back a wavering reflection.

  Made you think what? I asked my unsteady double down in the water. Made you think he cared?

  Sure he did. He cared. In an abstract sort of way. He wasn’t a complete asshole like Gary. But he didn’t really care. He might like me on a casual level, but in the end, what mattered was the fact that I was handy. Easy access to a piece of ass. Easy access to an agreeable piece of ass too. My face flushed all the way to my ears. I’d been naïve. He liked to play kinky games and I’d been open to learning.

  It was as simple as that.

  I’d been stupid enough to think otherwise.

  I’d wanted to think otherwise.

  But if I’d mattered…

  I sniffled and dashed at the tears on my face.

  If I’d mattered, he wouldn’t have let her talk to me like that.

  Exotic. Somehow, that word was worse than some of the derogatory insults I'd experienced.

  “I should have told her to wait a few minutes and I’d go find my servant girl uniform and get her some tea and crumpets,” I muttered, dashing another tear away. “Just to see what she said.”

  At least I’d stood up to her. At least I’d said something. I hadn’t been able to do that the last time people had torn me down.

  And it was more than Dominic had done.

  He’d just…sat there.

  My heart twisted again and I shoved away from the railing. Starting to walk, I focused on the wide, winding sidewalks of Central Park. If I gazed up in a certain direction, I could see the penthouse, so I didn’t let myself look, not until the trees and paths hid it from view. Then it was almost like being back in Iowa, and right now, that was comforting.

  It was cold and my legs had long since gone numb, but the last thing I wanted to do was go back to the penthouse. I didn’t feel comfortable calling it home.

  It wasn’t home. I wasn’t even sure I wanted it to be home. Not now.

  With a knot choking me, I swiped at the tears burning a path down my face. I ended up bumping into a woman—she was dressed for exercise and she waved off my apology, clearly into her power-walk. All around me, people moved with purposes, even those who were just out to get their calorie burn on. I was just here to…