His Absolute Proposal: An Illicit Billionaire Love Story (Elise, #3) (6 page)

I was trapped, confined by Lucent's strength and his lust, unable to get away.  He was mine, dominant, controlling, sometimes stern and curt, but so absolutely loving, caring, and considerate.  And I was his, the submission to his domination.  I did just that.  I gave him myself, obeyed his commands, surrendered to his will and whim.

Perhaps this was a bad idea, all things considered.  A good sort of bad idea, but a bad idea nonetheless.

Lucent curled his fingers, digging gently into the contours of my sex.  The tips of his fingers grew slick with the shower water mixed with my latent arousal from before, and he slid them into me slightly, taking control of my outermost inner depths.  His higher hand, with his arm embracing my breasts, seemed content to remain mostly in place.  For now, at least...

He moved to kiss the top of my ear, teasing out his tongue and licking slightly.  He curled his tongue lower, tormenting the outer edge of my ear down to my earlobe.  Nibbling slightly, he took my earlobe into his mouth.  Then he nibbled harder, a little harder still, nearly biting.  I opened my mouth to let out a slight gasp of pain, but he stopped as soon as he started.

"No sounds, Miss Tanner," he said.  "Do you understand?"

I did.  No sounds, no words.  To let him know I understood, I nodded fast.

"Turn your head," he said.  "Look at me as best you can."

I did.  I turned to the left, trying to peer over my shoulder.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lucent looking at me.  He had an intense, steadfast gaze, staring into and at me.  It was like before, but a little different now; either way, I couldn't look away from him.

"I am going to make you cum," he said.  "Will you do that for me?"

I nodded twice, two sharp jerks of my head.  Behind me, gaining strength from my submission, Lucent's cock twitched and jumped.  I felt it slap between my thighs right before it went a little higher still, smacking against the bottom of my sex.

"I want you inside me, Lucent," I whispered.  I wanted him to hear me, to be inside me, but I didn't think I was playing this game correctly by speaking.  Or, I knew I wasn't, but...

"Shh," he said.  "Quiet.  I will forgive your transgression this one time, but..."

And then he started.

His fingers slid into me further, curling inside me.  I gasped at the suddenness of it, conflicted between the sound of his voice right in my ear and the feel of his fingers dipping into my core.  I bucked, jumping back, pushing harder against him, and his cock jerked up and slapped against my soft skin in response.  Water like rain surrounded us, enveloping our sex-built bodies in warm mist and fog.

I kind of felt like we were the rain, even if it wasn't really rain.  Our bodies were slick, shining and wet.  I was wet in more ways than one, and I thought Lucent's precum and his cock were slippery and shimmering in a few ways, too.  I tried to move and shift, to incidentally slip him inside of me while his cock pulsed and strained towards my sex, but he held me too tight, refusing to let me rock back and take him inside me.

"I know what you're attempting to do," he said.  "I dislike it, Miss Tanner.  You are refusing to submit to me.  I'm not in the mood for games."

He curled his fingers more with every word he spoke, pressing them deeper inside me.  Further, more.  I opened my mouth, but made certain not to make a noise.  Just a little deeper, a little more, I wanted it, I...

He pulled his fingers out.  My mouth dropped, opening a little wider, sad and upset.  Lucent didn't like his submissive to be sad, though.  Sliding his fingers around the curves of my labia, he slipped them upwards and rubbed lightly at my clit.  My sensitive little nub popped to attention at his slow, deliberate strokes.

"You like that," he said.  "I know you do, Miss Tanner.  No need for words now.  Simply enjoy.  Relax.  No thinking.  This doesn't require anything more than sensation.  All I wish for you to do is cum for me.  Feel my fingers.  Feel what they're doing to you.  Think only of that."

Honestly, I didn't think I could think of anything else if I tried.  He rubbed back and forth, teasing the edge of my clit and the hood, then just barely touching my pleasure pearl directly, sending a quick jolt of extra-sensation through my body, and back to the other side.  Back and forth, slow and soft, yet strong and demanding.

Yes, I could cum like this, I thought.  Easily.  If he continued, which I had no doubts he would, except...

His hand across my breasts shifted to the side now.  He grabbed one of my breasts in his hand, squeezing it tight with his fingers and his palm.  Then he dug his fingertips into my soft flesh, letting them slide closer to the center while the slippery slickness of the shower water cascaded against us.  Inwards, more, until he had my nipple tight between three of his fingers: index, middle, and thumb.

He rolled it, then squeezed it, pinching and pulling, back to rolling.  Oh God, this was becoming difficult.

Not difficult, but my mind wasn't sure where to focus anymore.  I felt his fingers rubbing my clit side to side, tempting me into further arousal, then his other fingers on my nipple, soft and sweet, then hard and rough.  As soon as one sensation gained ground and became the dominant one, he eased up and let the other take its place.  My clit, pounding, yes, more, almost as if I could feel my heart beating beneath his fingertips as he teased my sensitive nub.  Then softening, less, but my nipple took its place.  He squeezed and pulled and groped until I could have sworn I really did feel my heartbeat there, beneath my chest yet making an outward appearance on my hardened nub.

Somewhere deep inside, I realized that maybe this was exactly what Lucent had in mind.  I wondered if he could feel it, too.  I wondered if he could feel my body betraying me, my heart quickening, lust driving through me, pounding, faster and faster.  Jumping back and forth, clit to nipple, pussy to breast.  When my one nipple was becoming sore and less sensitive than before, he moved to the other, manipulating that one.  When I was on the brink, close to the edge from his teasing between my legs, he stopped and slid two fingers deep inside me, forcing me away from my climax.

I wanted to cum.  I wanted to.  I needed it.  I needed him.  I wanted to cum for Lucent, to give him my orgasm and my arousal, but he kept postponing it and staving it off, refusing to allow me my climax in one way or another.  His fingers played my body with artful precision, creating sweet music within my soul.  It was a sound I loved, but this song became even better if he... if he just... there... yes... continue... no!  No, no, no, it was almost there, almost to the good part, but he'd switched tracks completely, transitioning to a different beat.

This was all well and good, and I would have been fine with it, albeit somewhat frustrated, except then the door to the bathroom opened.  We were standing behind the shower curtain, so whomever it was couldn't exactly see us, but the realization that we were no longer alone in the bathroom startled me away from my impending orgasm.

Our intruder closed the bathroom door after they entered, then cleared their throat.  It was a masculine, rugged sound.

A short while later, Asher said, "Sorry to interrupt you both, but we have company."

Lucent pressed his lips close to my ear and whispered to me, low enough so that Asher couldn't hear us.  "Shh," he said.  "Don't speak.  Continue as you were, Miss Tanner.  This changes nothing."

It changes nothing?  Um... I didn't know if he realized this, but Asher was right there in the bathroom with us.  I couldn't very well just ignore that fact and let Lucent bring me to orgasm right... ooh...

He stopped teasing me like he had been before, and started getting down to some rather serious business.  His fingers focused on my pleasure, building me up and keeping me there, instead of letting me fall back down like he had been.

I bit my bottom lip, forgetting myself for a moment.  That worked for all of two seconds until Lucent started talking to Asher.

"What do you mean by that?" Lucent asked.  "Company, Mr. Landseer?"

"It's probably nothing," Asher said.  "There was a police officer at the door.  Jessika's taking care of it."

My eyes widened.  Um... this definitely wasn't good.  No.  Not at all.  Not even a little good.  Honestly, it was extremely bad.  Was he in the apartment?

"What did he want?" Lucent asked.

Along with that, he must have sensed my alarm, because he took drastic measures.  Peeling himself away from my body for a moment, he bent me forward, removing his fingers from my clit so he could grab his cock instead.  Insistent and demanding, he guided himself towards my sex, burying his shaft inside me.  I almost let out a gasp of surprise, but he moved his hand away from my breast and covered my mouth, stifling any sound I could have possibly made.

"Shh, Miss Tanner," he whispered.  "As I said, this changes nothing.  Or perhaps it changes everything.  You heard Mr. Landseer, did you not?  If the officer is here under suspicion that we are also here, then this may be the last time we'll be able to enjoy each other like this.  I hope not.  I daresay I don't plan on finishing our relationship in a manner such as this, but it is a distinct possibility, unfortunately.  Do you understand?"

Asher was talking in the background while Lucent whispered to me, all but confirming Lucent's words.  From what Asher could hear through the door, which wasn't all that much, the police officer had suspicions that we were here, and...

And that was it.  I was lost.  Lucent rocked back and forth, pushing in and out of me.  His fingers stroked at my clit, begging me to give myself to him.  Gentle now, no longer pinching and bringing a hint of pain to my pleasure, Lucent rolled my nipple between his finger, tweaking my passion higher and higher.

I was worked up.  I was wanton and willing and needy.  Greedy, perhaps.  I needed and wanted this.  I had started something earlier, but Lucent planned on finishing it.

"Cum for me," he whispered.  "Just me.  I don't want to lose you, Elise.  Please, give yourself to me."

I did.  While he slowly pushed in and out of me, my body relaxed enough to give in to his demands.  This was softer and more sensual than before, though.  I squeezed and clutched at his cock, my orgasm building and growing beneath his touch.  He continued stroking me, small thrusts pushing into me, his cock twitching and throbbing inside my smooth, slippery core.

"Soon," he said.  "It's just us.  Soon."

I knew what he meant and what he was saying.  Soon he would, too.  Soon he would fill me, he would cum inside of me, join his pleasure with mine.  I felt him tense and he pulled me tight against his body, driving his cock as deep into me as he could.  Then he did, he filled me with his seed.  He never stopped touching me and holding me, though.  We embraced like lovers, except maybe different, too; more than that.  I put my hands on his, one on the back of his hand while he rubbed lightly at my clit, and the other on the back of the hand he was using to knead my breast and tease my nipple.  I leaned my head back, resting it on his chest and his shoulder.  I ignored the sound of Asher's voice explaining our dire situation, instead finding favor and comfort in the gentle rhythm of the shower water.

I didn't want to stop.  I didn't want to lose Lucent.  I didn't want to leave this shower.  I wanted to stay like this forever, feel him inside of me for an eternity, be connected and together and complete for a lifetime and more.

"Please, Lucent," I whispered.  "I don't care about anything else, but please don't leave me?  I don't want you to be arrested."

He smiled, kissing the side of my cheek.  "I know," he said.  "Unfortunately I'm not sure there's anything more either of us can do.  I thought we had more time, but it appears my luck has run out.  Please don't be scared.  I can protect you.  They're pursuing me, not you.  You were dragged into this against your will, Miss Tanner.  It's for the best."

We cleaned off.  I wish I could say I knew what Asher was saying, and what he and Lucent were discussing, but to be honest it was all somewhat of a blur.  The post-orgasmic bliss of my body melded seamlessly with the undertones of fear and regret building in my mind, both sensations and thoughts burying themselves in my chest and the pit of my stomach.  I felt nervous, yet excited; scared, yet aroused.  I felt... I didn't know what I felt.

I didn't want this to happen.  I didn't want any of it to happen.  What if he'd just listened to me that day?  I told him I never wanted to go to the party.  I told him.  I didn't do well at large events, and Lucent knew that, but he told me I needed to go.  He wouldn't let me do anything else, and so I went, but...

But maybe that was fine.  Maybe that wasn't it.  If we hadn't snuck into the secret passageways at the Landseer estate when the fire alarms went off, we... no, that wasn't true.  Maybe we wouldn't be in this exact predicament, but the thief we'd encountered would have escaped with the hard drive containing all of Lucent's secret information.

And then what?  Would he have blackmailed Lucent?  That hard drive might have landed Lucent in trouble with the law much quicker and more easily than our flight from the mansion and subsequent hiding would have.

What was the proper choice, then?  The correct one?  How far back did this all go?  Was there any way to stop it?

Yes, I thought.  I could have stopped it by never falling in love with him.  I could have stopped this if I'd done the sane thing and left the library early the day of the blizzard.  Margaret tried to get me to, I remembered.  She wanted to leave early because no one had come into the library in hours, and I told her to go ahead.  She said I should come, too, but... no, I didn't.  I fell asleep instead.  On accident, of course, but when I'd woken up, Lucent was there, standing over me, staring down at me.

That's how it all started.  I could have stopped it multiple times since then, though.  I could have left the library with Margaret.  When Lucent tried to leave me, tried to tell me that we couldn't see each other ever again, I could have stopped then, too.  I could have listened to him, could have understood him.  I didn't.  I never did.  I never listened.