Billionaires On Holiday: An Alpha Billionaire Christmas Romance (13 page)

“I am happy with anything, sir.” Jasmine was feeling that ache deep in the pit of her stomach. Her frustration from earlier was still in dire need of being sated. She needed Ethan to kiss her. She
needed
him to fuck her, like this, from behind, on the bed,
whatever.
Above all, she needed to feel him inside her, proving how much he desired to have her body, mind, and soul.
I want to feel how much he loves me.
No other man had ever fucked her the way he did. It wasn’t just rough, intense, and passionate. It was full of unbridled love. The kind of sex a man could only have with the woman he wanted for the rest of his life – and determined to make her feel it.

“Let’s switch these out.” Gently, Ethan removed the nipple clamps, blowing cool breath against one. The heavy clamps went back into a drawer. Instead, he went to their bag he brought whenever they went away. Inside, along with a few other goodies, were crystal-stringed clamps that didn’t pinch as hard but still made Jasmine feel that writhe of pain and pleasure.

He kissed them for luck before clamping them on Jasmine’s hard nipples.

“There. Beyond beauty.” He stepped back, admiring the way the crystals twinkled in the light as they dangled between her breasts. “Have I told you yet tonight that you’re beautiful?”

They both smiled again.

Jasmine’s was cut short when she heard a whining noise come from across the hall. It was not the first time she heard it that night. In fact, she heard it off and on ever since they came to bed an hour ago.
What the fuck is that?
At first, Jasmine was able to ignore it. Then it intensified, before subsiding, and now it was back again. Or maybe Ian and Kathryn had overpowered it.
I wouldn’t mind listening to some of that instead.

“Do you hear that?” Jasmine asked, as her boyfriend wrapped his tongue around her ear. She wanted to give in to his kiss, his touch, but it was nearly impossible with that other distraction going on. “That’s not the first time I’ve heard it.”

“Ignore it, Jasmine.” That wasn’t an order.

“Ethan…” His tongue was deep in her ear, his hand squeezing the underside of her breast. The closer he got, the more Jasmine swore she felt his hardness rubbing against her stomach. “I think someone else is having sex.”

“No shit. They can go forever, you know.”

“Who can?”

Ethan stood back, a look of disbelief on his otherwise composed face. “You really don’t know who that is? You must be really smitten with me this weekend. Or weren’t paying attention in that car ride.”

“What?”

He shook his head. “Never mind. Don’t pay it any mind. Unless it turns you on.”

Well, if it was
sex….
“If I could, I would listen to all these people have sex all night.”

“Remind me of this the next time I suggest we watch porn in the evening.”

“That’s different.”

“How so?”

Jasmine blushed. “You can’t smell porn.”

“Oh, my sweet, sweet flower.” That devilish grin on Ethan’s face almost killed her… especially when he put his hands on either side of her, bringing her forward to his waist. “You really are a naughty girl. I’ve gotta take you back to that club.”

“Yes. You do. Ethan, you have turned me into a big pervert. I wanna watch other people fuck and bang until they pass out. The more cum and moans, the better!”

“You know, we could make that happen on our own time. Like right now.”

“Don’t remind me, sir. Unless you’re about to make it happen.”

“Oh, I could. Or I could torture you some more until you’re so far gone that I have no
choice
but to fuck you.”

Great.

“You know, earlier… I was pretty jealous of those other men, wasn’t I?”

“You don’t have to tell me, sir.” Boy, didn’t Jasmine feel that earlier. Ethan was going to fuck her until the other men knew his sexual prowess. If only she got the full brunt of it. “And now they’ve tried proving it to you. Do you think it’s a coincidence those other men have been so loud with their subs tonight? Our neighbors alone almost broke that bed.”

“I don’t doubt it. You sure are hung up on those two over there, though.” Ethan pressed his thumbs against the inside of Jasmine’s thighs, on the verge of pinching them like her nipples were pinched. “Could it be you’re thinking of another man, my flower?”

“What? No…” Jasmine shook her head as hard as she dared. “I would never, sir. You’re the only man for me.”

“Nevertheless, I’m sure hearing a woman get it like that has you wondering what it feels like… from
that
man.” Ethan’s thumb brushed against her wet slit, sending a wave of shivers throughout her body. Jasmine moaned, willing him to sink his fingers into her and attempt to give her sexual relief that way. “Every man does it differently, as I’m sure you know. I wonder how Ian Mathers would make short work of you.”

Jasmine didn’t. Okay… maybe she did. A little.
Come on, I’m human!
She would never flirt with him, let alone respond to any advances he might throw her way, but Jasmine had glanced at him more than once that night. Aside from Ethan, Jasmine didn’t care much for men who dressed up all the time and looked like they were about to head to the corner country club.
You know, like Henry.
She had seen Ian around office buildings before, sporting his three-piece business suits, but tonight he wore that sweater and a pair of jeans that were more function than style. He was here to be comfortable. That was how he dressed on his days off. Sometimes Ethan would strut around his house in jeans and a hoodie, but… that was rare.
I love a man in jeans.
She also caught a glimpse of the muscles Ian hid beneath his sweater when Kathryn played with the hem of it, her fingers scratching that man’s abs.

Shit, shit, stop thinking about him…

If they were both single, Jasmine would have probably responded to Ian’s hypothetical advances. She was happy with Ethan, but… she couldn’t deny how handsome Mr. Mathers was… and how well he could please his ice queen of a girlfriend.
Plus, he’s good enough to dominate a Domme.
Jasmine’s eyes glazed over. She wondered the inevitable – how big Ian’s cock was. She doubted Ethan knew the answer to that.
Doubt it’s bigger than his, anyway.
Or was it? Kathryn Alison didn’t seem the type of woman to be satisfied with mediocre dick.

“My flower,” Ethan’s voice suddenly cut in. “You’re drooling. If I knew you wanted him that badly, I would’ve suggested we wife-swap tonight.” His voice was humorous enough to tell Jasmine that he didn’t really mean it. “Uh, Jasmine…”

She snapped out of her fantasy. “I’m sorry, sir! I promise I wasn’t…”

“Shh.” He put his finger on her lips. “Don’t be ashamed. It’s perfectly natural to let your mind wander to other people. I am sure you’ve thought of many other men while we’ve been together. I’m secure enough to know that doesn’t mean you’d actually sleep with them. But…” His fingers cupped around her slit, stroking her clit ever so lightly. Sighing, Jasmine closed her eyes. “It does make me a tiny bit jealous. How could it not? You’re mine, my flower. No other man could ever have you. I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you’re perfectly satisfied both in and out of bed. Even if that means letting you imagine other men sticking their cocks in you and making a mess in your pussy.”

He had such a way with words. Yet Jasmine smiled, reassuring him as she had been reassured. “Only you could make me beg for that,
sir.
”

“That’s what you say, until you’ve got some other Dom trying to make you his. We’re all animals, my sweet.” One finger pushed into her. Jasmine trembled, her binds shaking above her head. “We men will use you women as props to outdo each other whenever our cocks get hard. That’s what this whole night as been about, for fuck’s sake.”

Jasmine could barely contain herself. Between her boyfriend’s finger fucking her and the idea of other men sniffing around her, wanting to drag her away and fuck her – maybe even in front of Ethan – Jasmine was ready to fully explore different realms of ecstasy.
I’m gonna scream the loudest tonight.
“All right, sir, you’ve caught me. I’ve been fantasizing about him all night.” What a lie. Yet now she could convince herself otherwise – for Ethan’s sake.

“Go on.” Ethan sank his finger in deeper, taking her past the second knuckle and to the third. Jasmine gently grinded against him, imagining it was not only his finger, but another man’s.
This is either gonna be awesome or be my utter demise tonight.
Who knew what Ethan really had planned. “Tell me more about what this man is doing to you in your head.”

Where to begin? Jasmine didn’t know much about Ian – or even Henry, for that matter – beyond what she saw around their various social circles. She knew that he was a Dom who had a reputation for hard and fast sex. Until he started dating Kathryn, of course. Amazing how women could soften a man, even a Dom.

She also knew that he was a handsome key player in his family’s business. She would be impressed that he wasn’t even thirty yet, but the same could almost be said about Ethan, who was self-made, not an heir like Ian.
So, my boyfriend is better already. Or at least more impressive.
If Jasmine was going to play the evo psych game, then that was way more important.

So he was handsome. He was a Dom. And he was successful in business to the point nobody questioned the nepotism that helped him get to success. Oh, and he was handsome. And funny. And handsome.
I guess I think he’s handsome.

When it came to these sexual situations, that’s all Jasmine really cared about anyway. A sharp, distinguished face, good hair, nice, casual clothes, and the confidence to carry himself as a Dom in his private life.
I mean, did I mention that the guy bagged a badass Domme?

“I don’t know what you’re thinking, Jasmine,” Ethan said, dryly. “But whatever you’re thinking is working on this end. Fuck, you’re wet.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Go deeper with whatever you’re thinking.”

“Are you sure?”

“I gave you an order, didn’t I?”

Yes, he sure did. And Jasmine knew by now that she did not disobey one of her Dom’s orders. If the man told her to fantasize about another man, then that’s what she did!

She wasn’t sure what she was fantasizing about, exactly. Everything was a giant blur of sex, flirtation, more sex, and the sounds of other people making love in the most hedonistic ways possible. There were many men entering her mind and leaving again. Perhaps a few women, since in these moments Jasmine had a hard time discriminating. They all wanted her. She wanted all of them. No matter what she did, what she said, or where she went in her mind, these other people hunted her down and fucked her.

Ethan helped her with that in the real world. As soon as he and Jasmine’s hips found a rhythm, he slipped in another finger and fucked her harder.

“That’s it, my pretty flower,” he growled into her ear. Jasmine opened her eyes enough to see her boyfriend draw his hard cock out of his trousers and stroke it with the full strength of his hand.
Oh my God.
Ethan’s size grew considerably as he became more aroused. Soon, all Jasmine could think about was him throwing her down on the bed and going at her until he burst.
Please. Pleeeaaaase!
“Come for me, Jasmine.”

With permission granted, Jasmine threw herself back into her fantasies, where she was the most desired woman in the world wherever she went. Men couldn’t keep their hands off her. Women were furious that they couldn’t be her – or do her too. Jasmine only had to walk three feet in the halls of James Merange’s mansion and find herself against the wall, a strange man’s cock thrusting inside her until she came.

It was the stuff of horror in real life. In fantasy land, where boyfriend Ethan finger fucked her, Jasmine was in absolute heaven.

“Oh…” He was deep within her, both fingers filling her just right as his fingertips thrust into her G-spot. Jasmine slammed her hips down, letting the nipple clamps bite her breasts and the spreader keep her legs apart for Ethan’s touch. This was almost hotter than him having his way with her in the office downstairs. Almost. “
Oh!
”

She came. It rolled from her at first, and then she cried in pleasure, her core swallowing Ethan’s fingers and sharing with him everything that marked her as
aroused.

It got on his hands. On her thighs. All over the bed beneath her, and certainly on the spreader bar keeping her legs apart. Ethan stilled his fingers in her, shaking the last of her wetness out before pulling out and whistling at how hot she was.

“Damn. Thinking about other men really gets you going. You don’t do
that
often.”

Jasmine opened her eyes. Ethan’s cock pointed up at her, untouched.
What I would give to suck that thing right now.
God knew he deserved it after what he made her body do. “I wasn’t thinking about one man…”

“Oh?” There was a bite to Ethan’s tone.

“Heaven’s no, sir. I thought about every man I knew taking turns with my pussy.”