Indebted: Part 2: The Virgin & The Bad-Boy Billionaire (A BWWM Billionaire Romance) (6 page)

“We can turn it off now anyway,” I smile. The last thing I wanted to do is upset him with the show. It never occurred to me that it might remind him of the money-grubbing women he’s dated.

“Oh don’t stop watching the best show in the world on my account,” he quotes me and I can’t help but laugh at the statement. “Anyway, women like
that
don’t matter anymore. Not that they ever really did, but especially now that I have you. You’re so different from them. You’re not just beautiful, you’re kind and tough…”

“Go on,” I tease.

“I’m serious, I’ve never met anyone like you, Kendra. You’re truly one of a kind.” He leans over me and the smell of wine and his musk fill the air around us. I can’t hear the television or anything else for that matter, when he looks at me like that all I can hear is the sound of my heartbeat in my ears. His top lip grazes against mine and his breath warms my skin like the first warm day after a long winter. Without speaking a word, he shares his past pain, his sorrow and his secrets in his kiss. When he pulls back I feel like I know more about him from that one tender moment than I could learn in ten conversations.

Running his thumb down the profile of my face, he pushes his forehead against mine and sighs like he’s letting go of a burden carried for more years than he’s been alive. I want to take away his pain, to keep him in the present here with me, not fighting battles he seems to have already lost.

My heart in my throat, I kiss his neck and trail my hand down over his tight t-shirt clinging to his sculpted abs. I hesitate for a moment, unsure of myself, but then continue down until I reach his belt buckle. Matthew’s eyes are filled with surprise as I tug his belt free and unzip his jeans, burying my hand inside his open fly and wrapping it around his cock. I can feel it growing hard in my hand with each stroke and without breaking my eyes from his, I slide down off the couch onto his luxurious, white carpet and settle down comfortably onto my knees in front of him.

He tugs his pants down over his ass, his cock springs out in front of my face and I lick my lips as butterflies float around in my belly. I’ve never taken a man in my mouth before, hell up until a couple weeks ago I hadn’t done more than kiss a guy. Porn has never been a big turn on for me either, so I haven’t even watched a lot of women going down. I understand the mechanics of giving a blow job alright, I’m just nervous that I’ll be awful at it.

I take him in my hand, wrapping my fingers around his girth and swipe my tongue over the head of his cock, breathing him in. Pushing my lips over him, I’m surprised by how wide I have to open my mouth. His cock slides over the curve of my tongue, feeling warm and full in my mouth. I glide my lips up and down over his glistening shaft, going faster as my saliva coats him.

Matthew leans back into the couch and closes his eyes, letting out a deep groan of satisfaction. Trying to take him too deep into my mouth makes my eyes water, so I keep my strokes shallow and quick until I feel his cock start to thicken. I’m feeling fairly confident that I’m doing this right when Matthew suddenly pulls his hips back from me and pulls me off of him by my shoulders.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? I’m sorry I’ve never done that and…” I feel so flustered, I can’t stop the words from spilling out my mouth.

“Hey, you didn’t hurt me. Trust me there’s nothing wrong, Kendra. Never apologize for your lack of experience, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. I didn’t stop you because you were doing something wrong, ok? I stopped you because you’re doing it a little too well. I’m never going to last if you keep that up,” he smiles down at me, and I can’t help but smile back.

“That’s the point, isn’t it? I’m not worried, I know you’ll bounce back.” If the evenings we’re already spent together have been any indication, this will just be the first orgasm of many. “I want to do this for you,” I tell him softly. He relaxes back into the couch and I continue, this time swirling my tongue over the head of his cock every time I slide my mouth back to the tip. I feel his member twitch against my tongue and Matthew throws his head back as his seed fills my mouth.

“Kendra, that was incredible.” Matthew helps me to my feet and stands up to pull his pants back up. As soon as he has them fastened, he lifts me off the ground and tosses me over his shoulder, making me squeal.

“What are ya doing? Put me down,” I kick my feet in the air playfully.

He gives my ass a sharp smack, “I will.” He walks me down the echoing hallway to his bedroom, holding me like a firefighter rescuing a woman from a burning building.

Matthew lays me on his sprawling, four poster bed and I lean back on my elbows, smiling at his antics. Unbuttoning his shirt, he pins me to the bed with his eyes.

“Are you just gonna let me lie here like this?” I purr, “I thought you said that you like to have control in the bedroom Matthew,” I tease him.

He arches his eyebrow with the thin white scar across it at me, “Don’t tempt me, Kendra.”

“Try me,” I counter, sticking my chin out defiantly. I’m surprised by my own words; the wine must be making me brave.

Matthew swiftly crosses the floor, opening the top drawer of his walnut dresser. My breathing grows shallow and quick as he pulls out a small coil of thin, nylon rope and a blindfold. He unzips his pants, leaving them in a fabric puddle on the floor. My eyes struggle to choose a focus, darting back and forth between the rope and his stiff cock.

Dropping the accessories on the edge of the bed, he watches my reaction, amused. “Still think you’re ready?”

My mind might be a little reluctant, but my body isn’t, my hard nipples and slick pussy are begging me to give in. “I know I am.”

Matthew grabs my legs, pulling me toward him at the edge of the bed until he’s towering over me. “Take off your shirt, Kendra,” he demands.

I sit up in front of him, trying not to get distracted by his throbbing erection. His blue  eyes flare with an intensity so overwhelming that I have to look away. I pretend to be preoccupied with unbuttoning my shirt to stop myself from being intimidated by yet another first for me. “This too?” I ask about my black lace bra. He answers me with a slight nod, and I toss it aside with my shirt.

“Hold your arms together in front of you, like this,” he presses my forearms against each other. I comply, offering my hands to him like a criminal surrendering to a cop. Matthew ties a simple knot around my wrist and wraps the rope around my arms, slithering it up toward my elbows like a boa constrictor. After a few more knots, he seems satisfied with his work. Testing the rope, I’m surprised by how tight he’s tied me, my forearms don’t budge.

“There’s no use in trying,” Matthew’s eyes twinkle, “the only way you’re getting out of that is when I let you out.” He places the blindfold over my eyes and secures it snug against my eyes. With my sight removed, I’m listening carefully to the quiet room, but I have no sense of where Matthew is until he pushes me backward onto the bed.

He peels my pants and underwear off so quick that I barely have time to register that I’m naked before he hovers over me, his breath teasing my hard nipples. I arch my back to meet his mouth, but he effortlessly lifts me and moves me back on the bed, climbing between my legs. Matthew grabs the ropes, roughly hauling my arms up over my head and holds them against the mattress. I writhe against his cool comforter, desperate to feel his touch.

“Please…”

“Please, what?” He sounds amused, “what do you want me to do to you, Kendra?”

I bite my lip to stop myself from begging; he’s loving this. He presses the head of his cock against my clit and a moan escapes from my lips.

“Tell me,” he insists, pulling back from me, making me cry out with disappointment and buck my hips up to meet the heat of his cock.

“Please,” I plead again, hoping it will be enough.

“Please what, Kendra?”

I sigh, “please fuck me,” I whisper to the empty air around me.

My body is suddenly covered by his. Matthew lets go of the ropes, but I hold my own hands in place over my head. His tongue circles my nipple and he presses my thighs open against the mattress, exposing my pussy for his pleasure.

“Say it again,” he growls, “I didn’t hear you.”

“Matthew, please fuck me!” I know I sound desperate. I
am
desperate.

He slides his cock into my tight pussy in one thrust, still holding my thighs tight to his bed. I gasp, arching my back and throwing my head back as the warmth of his cock fills me.

He fucks me slowly, under steady control and without my sight or the use of my arms I can feel every inch of his thick cock sliding into me. I want to touch him, to cling to his shoulders, to press against him. I lift my bound hands up toward him in a feeble attempt to reach him.

I expect him to push me back down, but he grabs the rope and tugs me up until I’m sitting astride him, his cock buried deep inside my mound.

“I see you need to be restrained more,” he breathes in my ear and pulls my tied forearms over his head, so they are wrapped around his neck like a frozen hug.

“Mmmm, maybe I do,” I press into him, enjoying his muscular frame against me.

Without a word, he scoops me up off the bed, and I wrap my legs around his waist instinctively. I can feel the air swishing around me as he twirls us around and walks away from the bed. My back hits up against the cold, hard wall with a light thud and his cock pushes deeper inside than I’ve ever felt before.

Blindfolded and held against the wall with my arms tied in an embrace around Matthew’s neck, I’m helpless to move. I’m surprised by how excited being this powerless makes me feel. He fucks me deep and fast, his breathing growing raspy in my ear.

My entire body tightens as the ecstasy of my orgasm rushes through me in a powerful tidal wave, flooding me with an intense pleasure I’ve never thought was possible. Matthew pushes deep inside me, a shudder running from the back of his neck down to his legs as his cock twitches inside me, filling me with his cum.  

He holds me there, the only sounds I can hear is our panting and my heart thumping against his chest. The cool air mixes with the sweat on my body, making me shiver against him. Matthew pulls out of me, letting me steady my feet underneath me before pulling my arms back up over his head and removing my blindfold.

I blink at the light of the room, my eyes still sensitive from the darkness, “that was amazing.”

“You’re amazing,” he smiles softly, kissing my forehead. “I love you Kendra.”

“I love you too, Matthew.”

Chapter 7

Matthew’s arm is wrapped tight around me and his body is curved against mine, our bodies making a shape on the bed that matches the smile on my lips. The evidence of our passionate night is strewn about the room, clothing haphazardly discarded, my bra hanging dangling from the back of the chair, rope snaked across the carpet.

My skin flashes with heat as I remember how intense my orgasm was against the wall. Giving up control to Matthew, letting him take my sight and the use of my hands should’ve made me feel vulnerable, but it filled me with a freedom that I’ve never experienced before. A freedom to just feel, to enjoy, to savor the moment as it was happening.

I grind my hips back, pushing my ass against Matthew as he kisses the back of my neck.

“Well, good morning to you too. I was starting to think you were going to sleep all day,” he teases. I twist back to face him, giving him a quick kiss.

“How long have you been awake?”

“A little while, I just like holding you. It’s so relaxing to have you in my arms. I wish I didn’t have to go into the office today, I could do this forever.”

“When do you have to go in?” I press myself against him, the heat of his body spilling over mine.