Billionaires, Bad Boys, and Alpha Males (93 page)

And the fire raged on.

FOR HIS
KEEPING (FOR HIS PLEASURE,
BOOK 3
)

By Kelly Favor

© 2012 All Rights
Reserved

“Do you like being spanked?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“I love it.
 
I love it when you spank me, Red.”

“Beg for it.”

“Please spank me hard.
 
I want you to slap my bare ass, as many
times as you see fit.”

“You deserve it, don’t you?”

“I’ve been so bad.”

And then, there was the sound of flesh
upon flesh, skin upon skin—the sharp sting of pain, brief but pleasant in
its own way.
 
Nicole’s buttocks
contracted as Red’s hand marked her left buttock, then her right.
 

She lay over his lap, her butt sticking
up in the air, her skirt pulled above her waist, nothing else on but a lacy
black bra.
 

With one hand, Red tweaked her erect
nipple while his other came down firmly on her right buttock again.
 

They didn’t always play Red’s
games—he was more than willing to keep the kink out of the
bedroom—but when they did play, it would be on his terms.
 
Still, Nicole had grown more than
accustomed to Red’s style of dominance in bed, and now more than ever she
sensed just how much he cared for her underneath it all.
 
Ever since he’d confessed the horrible
emotional abuse he’d endured as a child, how his mother had verbally humiliated
and shamed him, Red was a different man.

But he had his needs, and Nicole was more
than happy to oblige in fulfilling those needs.
 
At the same time, the recent play had a
much more lighthearted tone than it had previously.

“Your ass is bright pink now,” Red told
her, his voice husky with desire.
 
She could feel his hard erection pressing against her lower abdomen as
she lay over his lap.
 
Wriggling
against him, her moist inner folds grew slick and excited.

“I don’t think I’ve been punished enough
yet,” she complained, looking over her shoulder at him.

He grinned down at her and raised an
eyebrow.
 
“No?
 
What more do you deserve?”

“I need something in my mouth to keep me
quiet.”

 
His grin widened.
 
Nicole was getting good at this game and
he knew it.

A moment later, he was standing in front
of her and she was sucking his throbbing member with so much vigor and enthusiasm
that he nearly came early.
 
And she
knew Red prided himself on his stamina and control.

“Baby, you’re killing me,” he rasped,
breaking character and sitting down on the bed.
 
His erection was stiff and tall and she
wanted it inside of her badly.

“I’m so wet,” she whined.
 
“My pussy needs to be punished too.”

He lay back on the bed.
 
“Climb on top of me,” he commanded.
 

Nicole got on him and slowly, slowly
lowered her slickness onto his cock.
 
As she allowed him to push through her, going deeper and deeper, her
legs began to quiver.
 

She knew that both of them were trying
desperately to hold back the ecstasy, because if either one of them came it
would trigger the other’s climax as well—and then the fun would be
over.
 
Over before it had really even
started, but it felt just that good.
 
Each time it only seemed to get better and better with Red.

Nicole looked down at her man.
 
His bulging biceps, his rippled stomach
and rock hard chest.
 
His tan,
perfect skin could easily grace the covers of any magazine.
 
Those dark eyes penetrated her soul more
deeply than he ever could penetrate her with his cock.
 
But he was doing a very good job with
his cock, too.
 

No doubt about it, Nicole knew she’d
fallen hard for the billionaire celebrity mogul.
 
But she’d fallen for much more than just
his flashy lifestyle and his beautiful body.
 
Nicole had fallen for the sweet soul and
courageous man that was buried beneath all of those surface level qualities.

She knew that she’d love Red whether he
was a famous businessman or just some mechanic like her dad.
 
She didn’t care about the money or the
fame or anything but the way Red touched her, the way he loved her, and of
course the way his eyes met hers.
 
The way he looked at her made her feel wanted down to the very depths of
her soul and she was able to trust him, despite all of the obstacles facing
their relationship.

“Oh, Red,” she moaned as his strong hands
grabbed her hips and guided her motion, their pelvises moving together,
completely in sync.

He closed his eyes and she saw his chest
rising and falling faster and faster.
 
Nicole’s breasts heaved, sweat glistening as she rode her dark haired
man, and she was so wet now that everything was moist and glistening and fast.

He thrust deep inside of her, touching
something so personal and private that the shock of it set off a climax the
likes of which she couldn’t have imagined.
 

And her climax was a catalyst for Red,
who gripped her arms and pulled her toward him as he came inside of her.
 
Their mouths pressed together, tongues
intertwined, everything as one.

She could feel him, could feel his heart
pounding against her breast in a steady, fast rhythm as their crescendo caused
Nicole’s entire body to lock up in a state of pure bliss.

When it was over, they lay together,
panting, Red chuckling as he regained his senses.
 
“This bed looks like it’s just been
through a war.”

Nicole glanced at the silk sheets, half
on the bed, half on the floor.
 
Pillows tossed across the room.
 
And the two of them, their juices and sweat and sex comingling as they
lay, spent.

“We’ll definitely need to do a wash,” she
told him, keeping her head on his bare chest so she could listen to the sound
of his heart.

Red stroked her hair softly, kissed the top
of her head.
 
“I can’t believe how
lucky I am,” he said.

She glanced up at him.
 
“You lead a charmed life.”

“Not quite,” he said, his expression
growing more somber.

“You’re rich, famous, successful, good
looking, intelligent.
 
And you have
an awesome woman who adores you.
 
Isn’t
that the definition of leading a charmed life?”

He laughed, the darkness fading
and lightness returning to his eyes.
 
“When you put it that way…”

“You deserve everything you have,” she
told him, caressing his chest with her hand.
 
“You’re a beautiful person inside and
out.”

“Only you see me as I really am,
Nicole.”
 
He kissed her
forehead.
 
“I’ll do anything for you
and I’m always going to protect you.
 
You know that, right?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

It felt so good and right lying in Red’s
arms like this.
 
Everything was just
perfect, and for a moment she had not a care in the world.
 
And then, as if her own mind couldn’t
allow Nicole to just enjoy this small slice of perfection—she remembered
her parents.

“Oh god,” she muttered, filled with dread
at the thought of her mother’s judgment.

“What’s wrong?” Red asked.

“I just thought about how I need to tell
my parents the wedding is on again.”

“So?”

“So, my mother’s going to be
insufferable.
 
She was relieved when
I told her we’d broken up.”

“That’s it.
 
I’m calling her.”
 
He made as if to get out of bed, and
Nicole clutched at him.
 

“Don’t you dare.
 
I’m serious.”

“You are?”

“Yes.”

He began tickling her, his fingers
goosing her stomach and ribs and she was giggling and trying to keep him at
bay.

“I don’t know, Nicole.
 
You’re laughing.
 
You don’t seem very serious to me.”

“Please—Red!
 
Red!” she squealed.

“What?”

“Stop!” she gasped.

He let go of her and grinned as she once
again straddled him.
 
“Your parents
won’t ever approve of me,” he said.
 
His smile faded a little as he said it.
 
“But I’m not worried about them.
 
I love you and nothing and no one is going
to change that.”

“I just don’t want to have to defend
myself to her.”

“Your mom?”

“She’s going to pester me constantly.”

He grabbed her wrists lightly and pulled
her down for a long, extended kiss.
 
The warmth of his lips and body, his closeness—the smell of
him—it made her mind go blank.
 
All she knew was how good Red felt.
 
And then they stopped kissing.
 
Red stroked her hair again, sending shivers up and down her spine.

“Next time you speak to her, remember
us—remember what we have,” he said.
 
“Keep it in your mind and hold onto it.
 
Never let anybody make you doubt what we
share.”

“Okay.”

“Promise me, Nicole.”

“I promise,” she said.

And then they kissed again, making Nicole
forget everything—everything but the magic that the two of them made when
they were close.

***

Nicole moaned with pleasure as she bit
into the delectable broccoli and cheese omelet that Chef Roland had cooked for
her.
 
He was Red’s personal chef,
and he was on call 24/7, ready to come to the house at a moment’s notice to
prepare anything Red or his guests desired.

“You like?” Red asked, as he sipped at
his coffee.
 

“I like. Very much.”
 
She took another bite and shook her
head, completely awestruck by the amazing taste of this simple food.
 
The eggs and cheese practically melted
in her mouth.

They were sitting in the veranda located
off the kitchen.
 
Nicole liked
sitting out there because it was very open and spacious, but there was still a
roof overhead and some protection from the elements.

Inside, she could see Chef Roland
bustling to and fro in the kitchen.
 
He was a middle-aged man with red hair and bright blue eyes, and he and
Red seemed to be friends.
 
They had
a quick, easy rapport.

“Isn’t it kind of strange to just have a
man in your kitchen, fixing you meals like that?” she asked Red, as he kicked
back in his chair and enjoyed his coffee.

“Maybe at first.
 
I’m used to it now.”

She shook her head.
 
“I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to
it.”

He shrugged.
 
“We can let him go if it makes you
uncomfortable.”

“You mean fire him?”

Red smiled.
 
“Chef Roland has plenty of opportunities
in the culinary world.
 
If you don’t
like having him around, he won’t be here.”

Nicole took yet another bite of the
scrumptious breakfast and closed her eyes.
 
“Come to think of it, I might get used to this life.”

Red laughed.
 
“That’s what I thought.”

She opened her eyes, put her fork down,
and studied her fiancé’s expression.
 
He was sipping his coffee and seemed to be content, but just a few
minutes ago he’d glanced at the Wall Street Journal and something had upset
him.
 
She’d seen the tension in his
eyes and the way his jaw tightened as he quickly scanned the paper.

At the time, she’d let it go.
 
Work was work, and she was still really
nothing but a glorified intern.

But as she watched Red now, trying to
look at ease, trying to remain playful and happy—yet somehow not being
totally convincing—Nicole sensed that whatever was going on might be
serious enough for her to ask about it.