Billionaire Undaunted: The Billionaire's Obsession ~ Zane (15 page)

Zane let her tug him along with her, and he nodded at the wall, happy to see how well the wall collection had come out. Every image was framed beautifully, arranged in a pattern that looked natural.

“I know,” he finally answered. “I collected all of the pictures I took wherever we went and asked them to be finished out on the wall.”

She finally turned to him, her expression perplexed. “Why?”

He shrugged. “Because you were always so worried that you didn’t have a real home. I wanted my houses to be your homes, too. Our homes. I wanted to see our things mingled together, to know that it wasn’t just me living here. We live here together.” He took a deep breath before asking a question he dreaded. “You don’t like it?”

“I love it,” she replied in a tremulous voice. “It just makes us really…entwined here.”

That was exactly what Zane wanted. He wanted the two of them to mesh so tightly that Ellie would never want to leave. “I know. I like it that way. I told you this wasn’t a quick fling for me, Ellie. I want you to stay in our homes. I want to smell your scent lingering everywhere. I want to see your things next to mine. Fucking hell, I want to tie you to our bed so you can never leave.”

She turned to look at him, her bright blue eyes sparkling, wet with tears. “I want that, too. I just can’t believe you did all of this for me.”

“It was partly for me, too,” he admitted. “I’m a selfish, greedy bastard who wants to make sure you have every reason to consider this as much your home as mine. I want you to stay.”

With an emotional sob, Ellie threw herself at him, and Zane happily caught her.

“I can’t believe you’re concerned for a single minute that I’d go anywhere,” she told him, sounding astonished. “Tie me to your bed. I’d happily stay there.”

“I wasn’t kidding,” Zane told her huskily. “But I’d never literally restrain you, Ellie. Not after what you’ve been through.”

Christ!
He actually had dirty fantasies of having Ellie exactly where he wanted her, but it was one fantasy he’d never act out. His damn primitive caveman instincts to conquer and keep her would have to go screw themselves.

Sexually, Ellie was open to trying just about everything. In fact, she had an earthy lust for him that drove him insane. And the woman was an adventuress when it came to trying out new ways to drive each other crazy in the bedroom. But bondage was one thing he refused to do.

“Zane,” she whispered against his ear. “I trust you. If the thought turns you on, it will turn me on, too. I guarantee it.”

“No,” he answered simply, grasping her tightly around the waist and glaring at her stubbornly.

She gave him a sultry smile. “I thought you like acting out your dirty fantasies.”

“I do. But not that one.” He heaved a masculine sigh. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” she asked innocently.

Damn!
She was far from innocent now that he’d been unable to keep his hands off her since the first time he’d taken her. That heated, carnal look worked on him every time.

E
llie clasped his hand and led him determinedly to his bedroom.

What Zane had done to make her feel like his home was also hers had touched her in a way she’d never experienced before. She refused to be a woman with hang-ups anymore. Anything he’d ever done to her sexually had been orgasmic. There was no reason for him to believe she wouldn’t play with him just because she’d been held prisoner by a monster.

This was Zane.

This was a man who cared about her.

This was the man…she loved.

There! She’d admitted it. She loved him.
Ellie couldn’t say exactly when her fondness and infatuation that she’d had as a teenager had morphed into a love that rocked her to her soul. But she was pretty sure it hadn’t taken long. Her trust in him was complete, her love endless. Now, she wanted to prove it by giving him total control of her body and her heart.

If she couldn’t seem to confess how she felt in words, she was going to
show
him.

“Ellie, I don’t care how hot it might be, I can’t do it,” Zane growled as he stopped beside her in the bedroom.

“Why?” She grabbed the hem of the lightweight shirt she was wearing and pulled it over her head.

The bra went next as Zane stayed mute, but she could see his eyes caressing her. She shucked off her jeans and panties, not the least bit shy as she stood before him completely nude. She’d lost her shyness with him weeks ago. He knew exactly what her body looked like. Every scar. Every imperfection. And he appeared to love it exactly the way it was.

Nonchalantly, she sashayed to the closet and pulled out a cream and navy-blue tie she’d never seen him wear, and then took it to him and held it out. “Do it. You know you want to.” Zane liked to be in control, and she had no problem giving it to him. It was glorious to watch him the moment he snapped.

She climbed on the bed and raised her arms, clasping two of the wooden posts on the headboard.

“Ellie,” he said dangerously, starting to slowly and methodically remove his clothing, but she could tell he was rattled.

“I’m never going to be afraid of anything you do to me.” In fact, her body was already clamoring for her to touch him as he revealed his powerful body slowly.

Her eyes wandered from his muscular chest to one very aroused cock as he kicked his jeans and boxer briefs aside, leaving him completely naked.

His eyes had never left her provocative position, his expression growing darker and darker as he climbed onto the bed. He’d tossed the tie beside her, but he picked it up again as he moved toward her.

“You’re aroused,” she purred.

“Jesus, Ell! With you, it doesn’t take much. All I have to do is think about you and I’m cocked and ready to fire,” he told her angrily. “I don’t need to tie you to my bed.”

“I wish you would,” she said encouragingly. “I’ve known what it’s like to be confined by an asshole. I’d much rather make a better memory.”

His expression was unreadable as he seemed to think about her words. He met her eyes, and they stared at each other, Ellie trying to silently communicate her feelings.

Suddenly, he straddled her body and quickly took the tie and knotted her hands together, and then connected the ends to the headboard. “One look of fear, one flinch, and I’m letting you go,” he said hoarsely, his eyes moving hungrily over her face, and then he secured her hands above her head.

“I’m not scared, Zane. I’m turned on.” There was something freeing in the fact that she didn’t have to make any decisions right now. She was at Zane’s mercy, and she wanted him to satisfy her now.

He leaned down, supporting himself with his hands, as he whispered huskily in her ear, “You’ll be even hornier shortly,” he warned.

“No teasing,” she begged.

He lowered his head and kissed her, stopping her from getting out any more words. His dominant embrace fueled the fire that was already smoldering, just like setting fire to gasoline.

She pulled on her wrist, automatically wanting to twine her arms around his neck.

When he broke the embrace to move his tongue down her neck and to her breasts, Ellie was already half crazy. “Please,” she pleaded. “Fuck me.”

He lifted his mouth from her skin long enough to confess, “I love it when you talk dirty to me. I love it when you’re so desperate that all you can think about is me inside you.”

“I’m more than desperate,” she whined, wrapping her fingers around the taut restraints and clenching them so hard that the fabric would never be the same.

He nipped and tongued her breasts, alternating from one to the other, and Ellie squirmed beneath his touch, needing to feel all of him.

Shivering as he moved his mouth down her belly, she raised her hips, unable to voice her need.

Just when she was ready to scream with frustration, Zane moved back, shoved her legs apart and moved between them. “Tell me you want me, Ellie. Say it,” he demanded.

His mouth was so close to her pussy that she could feel his warm breath on her core.

“I need you. Please, Zane.”

“What do you need?”

“I need you to make me come. Now,” she insisted, desperate to do so, but unable to grasp his hair and shove his head between her legs.

She quivered as she finally felt the light touch of his mouth on her, his tongue gently delving between her folds. Pushing her legs up and back, he licked her from anus to clit, lapping up everything he could get before his tongue flicked over the tiny bundle of nerves that was pulsating as her core clenched almost painfully.

His mouth devoured her, his tongue tortuously exploring her pussy. She moaned as the pressure on her clit became harder and harder. “Yes. Yes, please.
More
,” she pleaded desperately in a voice she hardly recognized as her own.

Just as she was ready to orgasm, he pushed her over the top, thrusting two fingers into her channel and filling her, thrusting in and out furiously, matching the crazy rhythm of his tongue.

Her gut twisted, and then the pleasure flowed through her entire body, centering on the ferocious, carnal pleasure she was getting from relying on Zane for every wave of erotic pulsation that was overwhelming her body.

Ellie’s climax crashed over her body explosively, uncontrollably. “Zane!” She screamed out his name as her fists clenched the ties that bound her to the bed.

He prolonged her ecstasy as long as he possibly could, never slowing down his endless pursuit to lap every ounce of her juices like a man who hadn’t had anything to drink for days.

Ellie’s thighs and pussy were still quivering as Zane reared up, his eyes instantly meeting hers. “Jesus, Ellie! You look so damn…” He looked as if he was searching for the words. “
Mine
,” he concluded fiercely.

She panted, trying to catch her breath. “Then take what’s yours,” she gasped, desperate for him to be inside her. “Please.”

His face registered a feral, possessive expression before he reached up, released her hands from the bindings, and then flipped her onto her belly, urging her up on her hands and knees. Surprised, Ellie did what he wanted, knowing he wanted to claim her in the most primitive way possible. He’d never done this before, generally preferring they were face-to-face when he was fucking her into a state of madness, wanting to see her come.

The slap to her ass was firm and she jolted in shock as he grunted. “Never push me this far, Ellie, or this is what you’ll get.” He smacked her rear a few more times, and then rubbed his hand covetously over the stinging flesh. He delved between her thighs, stroking her pussy after every erotic smack.

She moaned as he finally entered her from behind, burying his cock to the root. The sensation was so damn erotic that she couldn’t stop groaning with pleasure, her hands clenching the sheets beneath her.

Gripping her hips, Zane showed her no mercy as he pummeled her over and over again with his cock, pulling her ass back against him with every thrust.

“Oh, my God, Zane! Yes!” He felt so deep in this position, and she knew he was as lost to this carnal mating as she was right now.

Ellie could feel her body perspiring, feeling like she was burning from the inside and it was spreading outward to every inch of her flesh. Pushing back, she tried to make their bodies meet harder, the slapping of their flesh and harsh breathing the only sounds in the room.

“Harder,” she urged, not wanting him to stop.

“Good,” Zane rasped. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Yes,” Ellie hissed, pushing back as he pulled on her hips, needing him so desperately that only this rough, hard mating was going to satisfy her.

“Tell me you’re
mine
, Ellie. Tell me that you’ll never leave,” he rumbled, tightening his hold on her flesh as he pounded into her.

That was exactly what she’d been trying to show him. In his desire to comfort her, help her through her pain, he’d been suffering through his own discomfort alone. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving you again,” she answered breathlessly, trying to take away the fear that was the most acute for him.

He’s afraid. He’s worried that I’ll disappear again.

It wasn’t a rational fear, but Ellie had learned that very few things that she was still anxious about made sense.

She imploded the moment she felt Zane’s fingers stroking over her pussy and then over her clit, his hand having moved from her hip to the pulsating nub.

Zane took over as Ellie’s climax consumed her. “Come for me, Ellie. I can’t wait any longer,” Zane insisted in a graveled voice.

He didn’t need to tell her to lose it. The muscular walls of her sheath were already clamping around his cock in spasms she couldn’t control, signaling to Zane that she was already climaxing…hard.

“Christ! There’s no better feeling than you coming around me,” Zane groaned.

Ellie dropped to her elbows, unable to keep herself supported on her hands as her orgasm peaked and Zane spilled himself deep inside her with a tormented groan.

Lowering himself over her, Zane kissed the back of her head and both sides of her face, and then rested his forehead against her hair.

She could hear and feel his labored breathing, the warmth of his rapid exhales ruffling her hair, his chest rising and falling against her back.

Ellie finally collapsed completely, and Zane rolled to her side.

When she could finally get the words out, she whispered, “I’m hot.”

“Already?” Zane teased as he played with a lock of her hair.

She slapped his arm playfully. “You know what I mean. I’m sweating like a pig.”

“Me, too,” he agreed as he rolled to his feet at the side of the bed. “Let’s go.”

She shook her head. “You wore me out. I need a few minutes.”

He didn’t say a word as he bodily picked her up and made his way out of the bedroom and to the indoor pool. He lowered them both into the water slowly, cradling her nude body against him, submerging them slowly so it wasn’t a shock to her system.

As she lowered her feet lazily to the tiled floor of the pool, Zane took her wrists gently and turned them over and back again, inspecting the flesh. “Thank God. No marks,” he mumbled, and then put a gentle hand on her butt, stroking over it tenderly. “But your ass is a little red.” He didn’t sound particularly remorseful that he’d left some kind of brand on her.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she teased, “It was worth it. I don’t think I’ve ever come quite that hard.”

A relieved grin lit his face. “I didn’t want to hurt you, Ell. Thank you for trusting me that much.”

“You’d never intentionally hurt me.” She stroked a hand over his shadowed jaw. “I know that.”

“I don’t want to do it unintentionally either,” he grumbled, tightening his arms around her waist, and then lowering his head to kiss her.

Unlike their wild session in bed, his kiss was tender and sweet, an affirmation of how much he wanted to cherish her. Ellie’s heart melted as his lips gently roved over her mouth, licking and tasting every inch.

When he finally lifted his head, she sighed and laid her head on his shoulder, the water lapping around them, steadily cooling her body down. “The house looks amazing. Thank you,” she whispered huskily into his ear.

His gesture had touched her more than she could explain.

“Our house,” he corrected. “I want it to feel like home to you.”

“It does.” Ellie was starting to feel like anyplace was home for her as long as Zane was there with her.

“Good.” He nodded. “I think it finally feels like home to me, too.”

Stepping back, she dunked her head to completely cool herself off. She surfaced, pushing her wet hair from her eyes as she reminded him, “It’s always been your house.”

Zane followed suit, plunging beneath the water before answering. “Maybe. But it was never a home. Maybe that’s why I never gave a damn how it looked. It was a place to sleep, a place to stay, a place to be near my family. But it was just a house then.”

Ellie’s heart pounded wildly. “But now it feels like a home to you?”

“It is with you here. It feels like us.”

His comment was so endearing that she hugged him, and then clung to him, wrapping her legs around his waist. She savored that moment of intimacy as Zane hugged her to him, both of them bonded tightly together.