Billionaires On Holiday: An Alpha Billionaire Christmas Romance (12 page)

“Please come!” she eventually cried. “Please come in me, sir!”

No matter how much she begged, however, Ian did not give her what she wanted. Eventually, he slowed his thrusts, holding himself deep within her as Kathryn passed out backward into his embrace, breathless.

“You want me to come so badly you scream it to the rest of this house?” Ian hissed into her ear. One hand mauled her breasts while the other pulled nether lips apart over his shaft. “You really
are
my slutty nymph.”

Oh no. Kathryn was a goner when she started getting off on him calling her names. “I’m here to make you come, sir.” The world was crashing down around her. The more she fell into her role of Katie, the sub of Ian Mathers, the more she wanted to debase herself for his sake. “I don’t want anything else.”

“If you can make me come, then I will certainly reward you, my sweet.”

“Please… I’ve already come so much…” It was almost unbearable.

“I know. That’s why if you can make me do it one more time, you’ll get what you want so much.”

“I don’t know what to do…” She had clenched him, massaged him, and even screamed at him to come. Nothing worked! “Just use me however you need to…”

“I will.” Kathryn flew forward, landing on her hands on the end of the bed, her body dislodging from Ian’s long enough to warn her that she was unprecedentedly stretched. A torrent of her arousal emerged, running down her skin, down Ian’s, and making her so wet that she was almost useless.

She was brought up on her knees, legs spread and head pushed into the bed. Ian lined himself up, his strength unbridled as he held her head to the bed with one hand and her hips still with the other.

“You’re mine, Katie. No one else can have you.” That was the last thing he said to her before driving her to the end.

She screamed into the bedding, her cries of painful pleasure driving her brain to a higher place as Ian pounded her until she barely felt like a person anymore.
Fuck me, I asked for this…

Coincidentally, those were the only words falling from her lips as well. “Fuck me, Ian! Fuck me!” Too bad the bed muffled most of those words.

It could not muffle his.

Whenever Kathryn was put into this position, her sole purpose becoming her Dom’s pleasure, the only things he called her were dirty words that made her embarrassed and out-of-the-solar-system turned on at the same time.
After the month I’ve had, I need to feel like this.
She needed to give up her humanity once in a while. The only man she trusted with that endeavor was Ian – the only man who could help her escape reality and give her seemingly simple tasks instead of asking her to save or change the world.

Making him come should’ve been one of those easy tasks. Except right now Kathryn was so beyond herself that all her brain registered was Ian’s cock spearing her cunt and his filthy words making her feel both liberated and debased.

“Oh,
God!
” That was the only entity capable of helping Kathryn as Ian firmly grabbed her hips and began impaling her on him. Hard. Loud.
Intense.
His cock broke her open and made her spill her arousal all over him time and again. Yet another orgasm claimed her, and she shrieked, tears forming at the corner of her eyes.

Finally, after what felt like a million years and half that many orgasms, Ian squeezed her ass and shouted along with her.

It was both relieving and toxic to feel him burst inside her. Kathryn immediately accepted whatever happened. Ian finished, letting his cock slip out of her too early and get his last bit on her abdomen.

Neither of them cared.

They collapsed, on opposite sides of the bed, Kathryn nursing her thighs and Ian panting in borderline pain. “I swear to God woman,” he eventually growled. “If you try to get me hard again, I will boot you out of this room and you can go get your kicks elsewhere.”

“No problem.” Kathryn rolled over, feeling his seed, her arousal all dislodge and spill from her. She sat still, letting her inner walls shudder in relief and leave its second mess in this house. At least it was on a bed this time. The poor maid.

“Good fucking night.” Kathryn pulled herself up to the pillow and promptly passed out.

Chapter 9

Jasmine

“Please,” Jasmine whimpered, her body on the verge of giving up. “How much longer?”

Ethan sat in the corner of their room, drinking God knew what as he took in the sight before him. Namely his girlfriend, Jasmine, strung up to a hook in a ceiling with her clothes torn away and a thick spreader bar keeping her bent knees apart.

The man had been an insatiable animal all night. If taking Jasmine in the office like that hadn’t been enough, he then dragged her upstairs for more
fun
.

First, he tore her clothes and tied her to the hook, having his drink as they listened to Henry and Monica make their intense love down the hall.

Then he spread her legs, forcing her to feel every drop of arousal roll down her thigh as he told her how beautiful she was, how easy she was to fuck, how much he wanted to come inside her again. Since she had no chance to cleanup earlier, Jasmine didn’t doubt that half the wetness she felt on her skin was him.

When Kathryn Alison and Ian Mathers started going at it next door for an ungodly long time, however, Ethan thought it appropriate to bring out the nipple clamps and watch Jasmine writhe in frustration while he sat and had a drink.

If before was about asserting his dominance, now was about asserting Jasmine’s arousal for the scenarios around them.

“You’ll stay like that until you’re ready,” Ethan revealed. He had finished his drink, and now stood, refilling it at the small wet bar in the corner of the playroom. Or was it a bedroom? Fuck, Jasmine didn’t know. “I want to make sure my flower doesn’t lose her petals too soon.”

Sometimes he really took the floral metaphors too far.

On the other hand, this was the hardest they played in a long while. They usually didn’t get too kinky in their love life. Kissing, cuddles, hard thrusting between the legs… well, sometimes
that
felt kinky, and then Jasmine remembered that their whole relationship started because he wanted to pay her to be his temporary sub. Well, temporary soon changed to
permanent,
and here Jasmine was, being reminded that her boyfriend loved exploring his Dom side once in a blue moon.

Usually, though, he didn’t take it this far.

“Have I told you tonight that you’re beautiful?” Ethan stood in front of the bed, hand in pocket as he drank his latest round. “You were lovely in the limo today. But I think you might be even more beautiful like this, with your body bare and ready for me.”

Jasmine looked him in the eye. She wanted to say something testy to him, but…that look in his eye silenced her. Not because she was ever afraid of her boyfriend, but because he had the uncanny way of making her legs tremble and her heart defer to him.
What else do you do around a powerful man like him?
Jasmine could never say no.

“You told me earlier,” she admitted. “You’ve told me a few times today.”

‘I’m sure I don’t say it enough, though.” Ethan held the rim of his glass up to her lips, helping her take a sip before finishing the drink for himself. The alcohol burned inside her, even that tiny bit.
I need it, though.
She needed to relax so she could better take whatever Ethan wanted to give her.

Probably not just his cock, although Jasmine assumed that was coming any moment.

“I need to tell you more often, though. I like it when you’re confident. If telling you you’re beautiful – which you really are, of course – makes you more confident, then I’ll be more than happy to tell you fifteen more times tonight.” Ethan grinned. “You’re beautiful.”

Jasmine smiled wanly back at him. It would’ve been bigger, but her strength was in reserve. “What do you think is most beautiful… right now?”

Their eyes locked as Ethan considered her question. They stayed locked until they began wandering up and down her naked, pinched body. The spreader. The clamps. The hands strung up above her. There wasn’t a region of her body that wasn’t currently enjoying the pleasures of pain and discomfort. Once upon a time, they bothered Jasmine, but she quickly acclimated. Now she was proud to call herself Ethan Cole’s submissive girlfriend, when the time was right.

The time was always right tonight.

“Naturally, all of you is beautiful.” That was too diplomatic of an answer. “Although, if I had to pick the first thing turning me on right now… it’s those clamps, my flower. They make your nipples look absolutely divine. And I can only imagine how good they feel pinching you.”

He had no idea. Jasmine was rather numb to it now, but when she jostled the slightest, here came the pinching pain that Ethan knew she desired. It would’ve felt better coming from his fingers, though.

“And then of course there’s the way you’re waiting for me.” He said this, then a long, arduous wail erupted in the other room.
Now
that
sounds painful.
It sounded like poor Kathryn was being forced into multiple orgasms.
Haha. Forced. Multiple orgasms.
Before she got into kink with Ethan, Jasmine would’ve thought that was an oxymoron.

When they both finally heard Ian erupt in a loud, equally arduous orgasm, Ethan looked away with a smile trying to crack on his face.

Impetuous Jasmine would’ve teased him at home. With the binds and clamps off. With the
collar
off.
“Like what you hear in the other room? Yeah, let’s go watch.”
Ethan didn’t take Jasmine to the local BDSM club enough. She didn’t even know about its existence until after she moved in with him. Ethan did not care for exhibitionism, making his girlfriend scream in private notwithstanding. He also admitted to not being much of a voyeur, which was what the club catered to, but the few times he took Jasmine?
I had no idea watching other people have sexy – let alone kinky sex – could be so hot.
The intricate binds. The deference. The lust and power exhibited at every turn. Women on leashes and men crawling on their hands and knees, shirtless and kowtowing to a woman’s unbridled sexuality. Lots of the elite went there to fuck and watch fucking. Sure, there were private rooms aplenty – and Ethan took Jasmine to one of those exactly once – but if you went to the BDSM club, then you were hoping for a display, whether it be on the stage or in a shadowy corner.

I saw so many blowjobs.
She may have even been inspired to give one herself, but Ethan declined. He didn’t like whipping out his dick in front of others.
I don’t get it. It’s big enough to intimidate
me…

So to see Ethan enjoying the raucous, bawdy sounds in the other room threw Jasmine for a small loop.

“Forgive me, my flower,” he said, face straight again. “That caught me off guard.”

Jasmine sighed. “Me too.” Then, braving his irritation, “Too bad we couldn’t watch it, sir. I would’ve liked to see how another couple goes about their business in the bedroom.”

“Would you?”: Ethan crossed his arms after putting down his empty glass. “That surprises me, my flower. Last time I took you to the club, you seemed… embarrassed.”

“Forgive me, sir, I wasn’t prepared for something like that. Now I think I might be.”

“Well, it’s too late. I think they’re done in there. Although…” Ethan scratched his chin, smiling. “What position do you think they were in, my flower?”

Jasmine smiled back at him. Her shoulders were starting to hurt, but she could ignore it – for now. “He was doing her from behind, of course.”

“Oh? What makes you so sure about that? Were you able to see something that I couldn’t?”

“Hardly. I could tell from how she sounded. She was kind of muffled, like her mouth was against the bed.”

“Very nice.” Ethan approached, flicking one of the clamps with his finger. “Is that what you would like me to do to you, Jasmine?” His voice practically melted in her ear. “Do you want me to take you down from your binds, flip you over, and take you for myself like that? Like an animal? Like a ...” He leaned in closer, breath hitting her earlobe. “Beast?”

She shuddered, remembering how he bent her over the couch earlier and plowed into her from behind.
God, that was so fucking good.
Jasmine wouldn’t lie. That was one of her favorite positions. She liked any position that let Ethan take total control and treat her like the eager vessel of his desires. The man knew how to
hump.

“Maybe…” Jasmine bit her lip. “But that’s how you did me earlier, sir. I’d rather switch it up a little. Know what I mean?”

“Of course. I was thinking the same thing.” Ethan brushed his hand against her thigh, feeling how wet she had become in such little time. “There are so many ways for me to take my beautiful rose. Sometimes it’s nice to ask her opinion, though.”

How sweet of him.