The Power Billionaire: The Complete Series (BBW Erotic Romance Trilogy) (8 page)

“What are you doing?”

“I’m showing you who’s got the power here.”

Now I understood. The thing he was holding was his handcuffs!

Chapter 5

I was still coming to grips with what was going on when he snapped the bracelets on my wrists and around the metal bar. I was fully restrained.

“James, it’s not funny!”

“It wasn’t meant to be.”

He touched me between the legs and the thought of closing them only occurred to me after his and fingers were worming inside my channel. By then it was too late. It felt too good to resist!

“Ooh...”

I was relishing the attention when he slipped away. This was especially disconcerting since I had my hands tied to the bed, slightly above my head. I was his prisoner, for better or for worse.

“Please, James…”

The bed shifted underneath as he moved around me. He stretched my legs apart, as far as they would go. I was more vulnerable than ever! I felt him kneel between my thighs and soon his body heat enveloped me.

“You’re really looking forward to this, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I need you.”

He put both hands on my soft butt and kneaded the cheeks. He pinched the skin and even slapped me. It stung but I didn’t do anything more than yelp. Truth was, I was enjoying this. There were tremors shooting through me.

“Aaaaahhh...”

“You like this? You like getting spanked like a dirty little whore?”

“Uh-hmmm.”

His hand came faster and with more strength. He spanked me so hard that I dreaded sitting down later. But in the meantime, the stinging sensation was nothing like I’d never felt. I was getting even moister!

I don’t know if the federal agent saw it but he stopped hitting me. He shuffled behind me and I felt him stretch over my body. Was he about to...? Yes, I felt the tip of his member against my mound!

“Get ready,” he snarled.

I was organizing my thoughts when I felt him push into me. There was no waiting, no preparation, he rolled his hips and shoved his entire length inside of me.

“Oh!”

He didn’t give me time to adjust to his considerable girth and right away he began to thrust in and out. It was all right, I was completely ready. I was slick from my arousal and entirely relaxed. It felt, so delicious! His manhood was different compared to Grayson’s which was longer. Evartt had him beat in thickness and it gave me a new range of sensations to appreciate.

“You like that?” he asked.

“Yes, so much.”

That was his cue for accelerating. He started to pound into me with gusto. He got his entire body into it and was basically lying on top of me. I didn’t mind the pressure. If anything, it added to the experience. He reached up and caressed my stretched arms, making me aware of how helpless I was restrained like this.

“Deeper,” I urged him.

He obliged, penetrating me long and deep. His stabbing couldn’t quench my desire. Each plunge was akin to dipping a juicy strawberry in molten chocolate in terms of pleasure. I shivered at his touch. He was too big for my little cavity and yet I had a feeling I could have handled twice this size.

I thrashed against the headboard, pulling on my chains. He was dominating me completely and I was ashamed to enjoy it so much. He had control over me, over my body. His power was undeniable. My hunger was unquenchable.

My climax was finally at the door. The warm feeling that had been simmering in my abdomen finally exploded into sharp bolts of delight.

“Oh my God, here it comes!”

It was like I was being immersed in a lustful volcano which simultaneously dulled and heightened all my senses. I was stumbling through a dark, hazy sinkhole and my body was turning into mush. I was breathless, unprepared for the majestic orgasm even though I’d been craving it for a long time.

“Jeez,” he mumbled through clenched teeth. “Get ready…”

He stiffened inside of me and I could feel my internal muscles gripping him. He pushed through and within a matter of seconds he was unleashing his boiling seed.

“Aaaahh!”

This served to rekindle my passion, stoking my fire again. I arched my back and fought against my shackles as he continued to fill me. We both became silent while we basked in our release. My curvaceous body absorbed all the pleasure he could give me.

Eventually, the tingling dwindled until it fully evaporated. The federal agent pulled out of me and stretched alongside of me. I was expecting him to leave me there or be cold to me but he quickly unlocked the handcuffs. Then, he caressed my body, from my neck to my buttocks. It was no longer sexual. It was sweet.

We remained in this position for long minutes. It might have been half an hour for all I knew. I didn’t care, I was comfortable. This was a weird thing to feel. Even though Grayson had given me permission to sleep with Evartt – hell, he had encouraged me – a part of me felt as if I had betrayed him. Was it because I had enjoyed it so much? In any case, it somehow made me feel like an independent woman.

Although I desperately needed a shower, I decided to forgo it until I got home. I slid off the bed and slipped into my panties.

“So what now? You’re leaving Florida?”

“Yeah, back to DC. That’s how it works, you see someone for five minutes and you write a report about it for five hours.”

I smiled dutifully as I picked up my dress. At least there was no awkwardness between us. This had been a passionate encounter but neither of us had any ideas about it being more than a good time. A fantastic time, I had to admit.

“Merrin, what are you doing with a guy like Grayson Holmes?”

I glanced at him but then continued slipping into my dress. “How can anyone tell why they’re with the people they’re with?”

“Is it the money? Are you with him because he’s a billionaire, because he’s powerful?”

“How dare you? I’m not that type of person, you know.”

“Everybody’s that type of person. You do my job long enough you realize everybody’s got their price. Maybe you don’t realize it but before you know it you sold out. Happens to everyone.”

“Not me,” I said as I pulled up the zipper while looking at myself in the mirror. “I’m with Grayson because he’s nice to me, okay? Not because he buys me things or takes me places. He’s nice to me and treats me well.”

“He’s not a good person, Merrin.”

“You don’t know him. All you’ve learned about him is from files and reports and psych profiles, right? There’s no way you can know him like I do.”

“But I know what he’s done.”

I promptly spun toward him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh Christ,” Evartt said as he sat on the edge of the bed.

He hung his head and rubbed his face as if he had already said too much.

“What? What has he done?”

“You can’t tell anyone, all right? Promise me that whatever I tell you will remain between us.”

“I promise,” I replied without thinking. This was it, the seduction had worked! I was finally going to learn why Homeland Security was interested in Grayson.

“Your precious boyfriend, the man who treats you so well...”

His voice trailed off and I was afraid he had changed his mind about telling me.

“Tell me, James. If this is as bad as you think it is, I need to know.”

“Grayson Holmes is secretly funding terrorism.”

Chapter 6

It was mid-morning and I’d managed to reach the Palm Beach airport just in time to see Grayson’s private jet land. It helped that I hadn’t been driving. No, Grayson had had his Maybach pick me up at my grandmother’s place so I could meet him as he joined me in Florida.

I had called him right after I left Special Agent Evartt. However, I couldn’t bring myself to share what I’d learned. Not over the phone anyway. For all I knew, I was associating with an actual terrorist. When I told him I had to have sex with the man, Grayson took it well. In fact, that’s when he said he was flying down to Florida first thing in the morning.

It had been less than a week since we’d seen each other but I was taken aback by how attractive he was. How could I have forgotten so many details in so little time? He was tall and well-built – nothing like Evartt, of course. He instead had a swimmer’s body which was, I had to admit, much less intimidating. He walked down from the plane and the wind caught in his sports jacket, making it billow dramatically behind him. He looked like a movie star.

“I’m so glad you came, Merrin.”

Before I could answer, he reached me and took me in his arms. He crushed his mouth against mine and I was lost. Now I remembered why I had waited so restlessly next to the phone for two days. I’d missed him tremendously. I ached for him.

“Grayson, we need to talk.”

“It’s not all I need.”

He winked at me and we didn’t say anything more as the flight steward gave his luggage and briefcase to the driver who then proceeded to stow everything away in the trunk. When he couldn’t wait any longer, Grayson opened the door for me and we both got in the backseat. I could never get used to this car; it was so spacious, so luxurious.

There were two leather seats in the back separated by a console which also housed a refrigerator. Once Grayson was settled in, he turned on some music, raised the electrotransparent partition screen between the driver and the rear, and pushed the button to bring out the window curtains. Within seconds, we were completely isolated from the outside world.

“I’ve missed you,” he said.

“Me too, Grayson. I need to tell you what I learned.”

“Did you enjoy using the Mata Hari approach to getting information?”

Before I could answer, I felt myself moving. It wasn’t the car, I was being tilted back. Grayson was reclining my seat.

“What are you doing?”

“When I said I missed you, I meant I
missed
you. All of you.”

The car started rolling and I saw through the window we were moving away from the tarmac. I glanced at the billionaire next to me and his face was becoming a mask of desire. Without ceremony, he removed his jacket.

“Did you enjoy yourself while you were being taken by a federal agent?”

“I don’t wanna talk about this.”

“Why? Are you ashamed?”

Truthfully, I was mad at myself for having slept with another man in the first place and having enjoyed it so much to boot. Maybe Evartt had been right when he called me a whore.

“Tell me, Merrin. Do you think I’ll get mad if you admit the truth?”

“Won’t you?”

“I played with myself last night as I pictured you with him.”

My head snapped toward him.

“Does that shock you?” he asked.

“This is twisted.”

“I love that you obeyed me, that you gave yourself to another man for me. I’m still hot for you, Merrin. Probably more than ever.”

He rose from his seat and placed himself above me. He took my hand and brought it to his groin.

“Can you feel it?”

Before I could answer, he kissed me feverishly. As much as I needed time to sort out my feelings, my doubts, I was overtaken by yearning. I kissed him back with the same hunger. To be desired was a powerful aphrodisiac.

His right hand went to my chest where he proceeded to knead my heavy breasts, one after the other. The crewneck T-shirt I was wearing wasn’t built for easy access but the fabric was thin enough for the warmth of his fingers to translate to my stiffening nipples.

I felt a rush of energy traveling through me, all thoughts of propriety vanishing. I stopped merely touching his crotch and began to apply pressure. He was growing in my hand, so long and hard.

“I need you,” he whispered as we came up for air for an instant.

I fumbled with his belt and swiftly undid his pants. I pushed them down as well as I could from my reclining position. Then, without wasting a second, I snaked my hand through the fly of his boxers and retrieved his manhood. It was scorching at the touch!

I wanted to play with it, to do anything to please him, but he backed away a few inches. I thought he wanted to tease me but instead he reached under my loose skirt for my panties. He took hold of it and yanked back with brute force. He didn’t just remove them, he ripped them off me. I was so surprised that I couldn’t restrain a shriek.

He looked down at me with pure lust in his eyes. He was consumed with a fire only I could understand for I felt the same way. I wanted to kiss him again, to wrap my arms around his strong reassuring body, but there was something else on his mind.

“I’m burning for you,” he said.

He grabbed my waist and pulled me down the seat a little bit. I was too big a woman to ever be comfortable having sex in the backseat of a car, even this opulent Maybach, but I was too far gone to care. I needed his touch more than I needed air right now. He lowered himself to me.

“Do it.”

There was no teasing, no torturing me with what I was craving. He wiggled his shaft between my folds and rammed forward.

“Ugh!”

He filled me at once! Sheathed to the hilt, he continued playing with my breasts and he kissed me again. His sweet tongue danced with mine as he went about thrusting in and out of my tight oven.

Now that he was lower, I could finally take him in my arms. It only served to feed his passion. He slammed into me with quick strokes and I knew he wouldn’t last long. Nor could I. He had awakened something within me that nothing short of an orgasm could tame.

“Yes, Grayson...”

He was controlling the speed, the depth. He was completely dominating me. I was his! He rolled his hips one more time and I felt him expand. This was it! The thought of what was going to happen triggered my release. It was like the ultimate wishful thinking.

“Oooohh!”

My climax came unexpectedly. I pulled him to me and my body was rocked by the carnal assault. My senses were aflutter, almost disconnected from reality. Right then, his stiffening reached its zenith and he flooded me.

“Aaaggh,” he grunted.

He didn’t stop pounding into me as we came together. The moment was beautiful, so savage and yet so intimate. I was euphoric and we each buried our faces in the other’s shoulder as we rode it out. I never wanted the frenzied moment to end.