Billionaires On Holiday: An Alpha Billionaire Christmas Romance (8 page)

“Not too bad,” he said, smug.

Jasmine looked over her shoulder, her body aching for more. “Please fuck me again…” she whimpered. “I need it, sir.”

“I’m sure you do.” Ethan pulled her skirt down, however. “Later. For now, you can be content with that.”

Except she wasn’t content. That was the problem!

Chapter 7

Monica

“Did you hear that?”

Henry sat up, three chains hanging from his hands. Monica was halfway to tied up, her arms hooked behind her back and her ankles twisting to gain purchase on the bed. “No,” Henry said, going back to wrapping chains around his fiancée. “I didn’t hear anything. What was it?”

Monica shifted on her legs, trying to reclaim the tenderness she felt only a few moments ago, when her Henry started kissing her bare shoulder and tying her arms behind her back. The chains Monica packed in her suitcase were her favorites for traveling. They fit nicely into any nook and cranny, and airport security didn’t think “kinky” at first glance. No, that judgment was saved for whatever sex toy or vibrator she managed to get in there. Or handcuffs. Handcuffs were great for trips in the car, no matter where they were in the world.
Pretty soon he’ll have Topped me on every continent.
That included Antarctica.

“I thought I heard some moaning.” Monica quickly went back on her words. “I mean… not the fun kind. The creepy kind.”

Henry tugged on the chains. They were loose enough around Monica’s wrists that she could release herself from them at will… but why would she? A woman like her preferred the pressure of,
“You belong to me, and I get to do whatever I want to you.”
When Henry lied her down on the bed, straddling her hips as he removed his shirt, she smiled.

“I think this place might be haunted.”

The white shirt Henry wore that day dangled from his hand. For a man about to toss it over the side of the bed, he now looked like he didn’t know
what
to do with it. “That’s a bold statement,” he said. “What gives you that idea?”

“Ooooh.”

“There it is again.” Monica craned her head toward the bedroom door. “It’s a ghost.”

“Either that or my sister thinks she’s cute… again.”

“Now, Henry.”

“She was rough on Halloween.”

Monica rolled her eyes. Eva, with one too many drinks in her system that past Halloween, came home with the bright idea to throw a sheet over her head and wander around her brother’s wing of the manor making ghost noises. Henry was so weirded out by the sounds that when he erupted from his chambers, the door went right into his sister’s face and nearly broke her nose.
At least it sobered her up.

“Let’s not talk about your sister right now.”

Henry planted both hands on either side of Monica’s head, lowering his nose until it almost touched hers. “I did the right thing dragging her up here, right?”

The hell did I just say?
They weren’t having a role-play scene, but Monica didn’t dare talk back to her Dom when they were making love. Ruined the fantasy for him
and
her. “I think you did what was best for your family,” she said softly. “She’s been stressed out lately. I never went to grad school, but I can imagine it being tough, especially since she seems to be taking it seriously.” Most of their fellow millionaires and billionaires went to grad school as a matter of course and scooted by the bare minimum of effort and donations. Not Eva. She was determined to get good feedback so she could prove to her brother that she was ready to take on responsibilities in the family business, but this meant the clashing of a dominant, fuck-bullshit personality and something as rigid as graduate school. Let alone
business
school.

“So I did the right thing making her disconnect for a weekend?”

“You did the right thing.” Monica winced as a chain dug into her wrist. “Now, dear, I would greatly appreciate it if we could continue. I’m about to turn into a pumpkin.”

Henry nipped her lips. “It’s barely ten-thirty.”

“By the time we’re finished, it will be the midnight hour.” Henry’s ability to go again and again was incomparable. Especially when compared to the other men in the house.
Well, I only know about Ethan.
For all Monica knew, Ian held the record for most consecutive orgasms.

“Hey, there, Miss Cloudy Eyes.” Henry patted Monica’s face to get her attention again. “How about we focus on me? I need attention.”

Monica smiled. “Of course, dear. I wouldn’t dream of giving anyone but you attention.”

Henry sat back up, his muscles flexing with every subtle movement.
Tease me some more, why don’t you?
Seemed like Monica rarely got to see her fiancé like this. Even when they made love, Henry was either naked in the dark or wearing almost all his clothes. It was Monica who ended up naked or nearly naked by the time Henry thrust into her.

“Nobody but me, huh? What are you implying, Monica? That you’ve been thinking about someone else tonight?”

Monica wanted to roll her eyes again, but instead focused on the far-off ghostly sounds she heard once more. “I wouldn’t say that at all.”

“Well, there are a few other capable men here tonight. You’re human. It makes sense, I suppose.” Henry patted her legs so they opened around him.
Glad I didn’t put my underwear back on after getting out of the bath.
A bath laced in luxurious bubbles and plenty of cuddling. The man knew how to bathe with his woman.
I almost fell asleep. Again.
Wouldn’t be the first time Monica fell asleep in Henry’s arms while they took a nap. Particularly if said bath occurred after sex.

“I swear I didn’t think a single naughty thought about them, sir.” Monica knew how to play this game. In fact, she rather hoped it would end with her getting just punishment. As good as it felt having that dominating quickie in the office, Monica could go for something a bit more… involved. “I only have eyes for you.”

“That’s what you say, but I know for a fact that you know the touch of at least one of those men. Not to mention…” Henry snorted, good-naturedly. “Hearing that spectacle earlier…”

“I could’ve anticipated that.” Monica knew how Ethan Cole worked, in more ways than one. She briefly thought back to her relationship with him, many years ago. They were better in the bedroom than out of it as a couple. Partly because Ethan’s brand of dominance was asserting himself all over the place, and Monica enjoyed that for a while.
I much prefer Henry’s brand, though.
Cool, confident, nonplussed… even if another alpha man was dragging his girlfriend into another room to fuck her brains out as loudly as possible.

The whole
house
had heard Jasmine screaming. Monica would have been jealous, except she was still placated from earlier.

“You’re trying to tell me that it didn’t even get you the littlest bit worked up?”

“Why, Henry?’ Monica lifted her hips, guiding her thighs toward his. “Did
you
get worked up again hearing that?” Once again, it was not unusual for Henry to go many times in one night. But even Monica was surprised that he still wanted to get out the chains that night. Someone was… inspired. “Or were you thinking about him fucking me like that?” She smiled, unleashing the devil from within. “Because he has.”

“Now, my princess…” Henry’s voice was laced with warning. “No need to be so ornery. You’ve already won me. I still want you.”

Monica’s smile widened. “You want me even more now.”

“I’m not that kind of man.”

“Yes you are. Every man is that kind of man.”

Henry grinned back at her. “I think you
want
every man you’re with to be
that
man.”

“Perhaps. Can you be that kind of man for me, Henry?”

“For you, my dear, I’ll be any man you want and then some.”

The smile on Monica’s face could have torn her apart. “Prove it.”

She wasn’t sure what she had asked for, exactly, but she was pretty sure she was going to appreciate it.

“Now, now.” Henry pulled Monica closer to him, his hardening erection bumping against her skin. Through his pants, of course. Henry wasn’t the type to get naked in fewer than five seconds. He liked to… draw things out. Another thing Monica greatly appreciated. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, sweetheart. Especially after you’ve been fantasizing about other men. And right before Christmas? I think you want to break my heart. Instead…” Henry reached into Monica’s purse, perched on the far side of the bed.
What goodies are you going for, dear?
“I’ll break your body.”

Monica felt low vibrations against her thigh.
Uh oh.

When the tiny vibrator struck her clit, she nearly bolted away from Henry and fell over the side of the bed.

“Ah!” The pulsations were intense, and she knew that was on the lowest setting. Yet it rubbed against her, sending wave after wave of vibration through her body – well, mostly her center. Monica involuntarily released her arousal all over her skin, much to Henry’s amusement.

“The one thing I’ve gathered from you in the time we have known each other, Monica,” Henry said, trailing the vibrator up his fiancée’s abdomen and to the base of one of her breasts, “is that you’re very, very easy to arouse. All it takes is the promise of aggressive sex, and you’re like a rocket ready to pop off.” To prove his point, Henry rested the tiny vibe on top of Monica’s breast, letting it stimulate her already sensitive nipple until she moaned, legs shaking, arms jerking in their chains. “No wonder you let your mind stray to other men.”

I don’t…
Shit, she had almost forgotten what they were doing.

“Do you confess?” Henry moved the vibrator to Monica’s other nipple. “Or do I need to torture you some more?”

She glanced at the state of her body, seeing two peaked nipples that begged to have Henry suck them. He would, too. If she behaved and did as she was told.
Just tell me what to do… I will do it.
Monica was never
not
putty in Henry’s hands.

“I confess…” She bit her lip, feeling her nipple nearly bruise beneath the weight of those vibrations. “I was thinking of another man.”

“I don’t have to ask which one. I know. A woman never forgets her previous Doms and how good they made her feel.”

Wasn’t that the truth.

“Tell me, my princess,” Henry said, voice low and grating. He held the vibrator up, still going, struggling helplessly to touch any patch of skin it could. “How do I compare to him?”

Monica wavered between fantasy and reality. Most men didn’t want to hear the answer to that question. They couldn’t handle it. But Henry wasn’t most men like that. Usually, when he asked her a question, even during a role-play, he wanted to hear the truth, for better or worse.

“He was stricter than you, sir.” That was the truth. The thing Monica liked most about being in a relationship with Ethan was that he knew how to stimulate her need to serve and be controlled. The only problem was that he didn’t know how to live that life forever. He kept waiting for Monica to snap out of her servitude, but it never happened.
Almost as if that’s how I am.
She wasn’t like Jasmine, who had a more domineering personality. “You give me a lot of leeway with your orders.”

“Is that so?” The vibrator returned to Monica’s nipple, forcing her to arch her back and gasp. “Did him being strict with you turn you on? Did he reward you well?”

“Yes, sir…” Monica closed her eyes. Her head was close to the edge of the bed, and with one minor adjustment her hair spilled over. “Whenever he thought I obeyed, he rewarded me.”

“With what?”

“Sex.”

“What
kind
of sex, Monica? I want to know what kind of rewards you obey so well for.”

She whimpered, feeling the vibrator move from her nipple to her cleavage, then to her other nipple. “He would go down on me, sometimes.”

“And?” The vibrator pushed harder against Monica’s nipple. So hard that she lost more of her arousal to her thighs. Henry chuckled to see it.

Once the pleasure subsided, Monica said, “He’d fuck me.”

“Let me guess your favorite position.”

Henry moved as if he were about to flip Monica over and take her from behind. Jolts of anticipation struck her, and it had nothing to do with the vibrator.

“Just kidding.” Henry sat back, stroking Monica’s slick thighs. “I’ll tell you what. Do what I say, and you’ll get an even better reward than he could ever give you.”

Monica sighed in relief. “Yes, sir. What is your wish, sir?” Those words were almost too hard to say. Breath was too precious.

“Oh, I am a man with simple needs, Monica.” The vibrator rubbed against her folds. “Impress me with how hard you come from this, and I’ll reward you.”

Another shot of that ghostly sound hit Monica’s ears, but she ignored it. “Yes, sir. I’ll prove myself worthy of your reward, Mr. Warren.” She glanced at his erection in her pants. Her reward, if she was good.