Love In Handcuffs: The Secret Billionaire (Part One) (BDSM And Domination Erotic Romance Novelette) (2 page)

I woke up in an utterly sumptuous room; everything I could see was solid luxury. The room was easily two or maybe even three times the size of the stateroom I had taken. There was something cold and wet on my forehead, the sheets underneath me were silk. I realized I was gripping them as tightly as possible, wrinkling them, and tried to make my hands relax. At least, I thought, the world wasn’t spinning at a hundred miles an hour—and the dots in my vision had faded away. There was a damask canopy over the four-poster bed I was lying on. I shook my head slowly, trying to take in what had happened. Everything after the moment I was confronting the sharply dressed man—who I still wasn’t sure wasn’t a federal agent—was a blank. How had I ended up here? Where was I in the first place? Obviously, I was not in my room. I felt my heart starting to pound again. I had heard more than one tail about cruise-goers being kidnapped and held for ransom. I reminded myself that a kidnapper that wanted to get a ransom for me would hardly be able to afford such a palatial room, and that it wouldn’t make sense to kidnap me while I was on the boat still. On the other hand, if the man I had confronted was a federal agent, being a wealthy man on a cruise would be a decent cover. And he could hold me here until we made port. I reached up and pulled the wet towel off of my forehead and sat up slowly. I still wasn’t completely steady, but I would have to think fast. I looked around me—there had to be a way out of here. “What the hell is this?” I said out loud—and then cursed myself for speaking. I should’ve just got up and found my way out.

My regret sharpened when the same man who I’d been confronting—minutes, hours, it could have been days ago, for all I knew—appeared, stepping out of a brightly lit bathroom. Up close, out of the sun, I could see he was actually extremely handsome; bright, cold blue eyes under dark brows, his hair almost black and cut precisely, still in his gorgeous suit. There was a faint smile curving his cupid-bow lips as he came into the room. “You passed out,” he told me, standing close to the bed, but not so close that I felt directly threatened. “I am sorry if I scared you. I told the crew member who started to come to your rescue that you were my wife, suffering from a heat stroke. Considering how on edge you looked, I thought it would be more prudent than someone asking you a dozen questions right as you came to. I brought you back here to my quarters so you could recuperate.” I looked around the room again, more slowly this time. It was utter luxury—crystal, gilt, fine furnishings and expensive upholstery. The rug under his feet looked as though it belonged in a museum. My gaze lit on a pair of handcuffs hanging from a wardrobe, and I remembered my suspicion.

“I guess you got me fair and square,” I admitted, resisting the temptation to sink back down onto the bed. I suddenly felt exhausted. I should have known I wasn’t cut out for this.

“Did I, now?” I knew what the next move would be. I might as well just confess now. Maybe he’d let me stay in this nice room, instead of sending me down to the brig. Being young and relatively attractive had to have some perks, right? I could probably at least get him to pity me.

“My name is Katrina Solly. None of my documentation says that, though, of course. I am going to Mexico with $300,000 that I managed to steal from my employers. I know you probably don’t care why I stole it, but it took me a long time to work up the nerve. I was completely miserable in that stupid job. My boss Larry wouldn’t leave me alone—always finding some excuse to brush up against me, to grope me whenever he could, and his boss—well, let’s just say he was no help either.” I sighed, picking up the towel and wiping my face with it. The room was pleasantly cool, but the towel was cooler; it felt nice against my forehead. I wondered whether or not I should cry, plead him to go easy on me. “It took me three months to accumulate the money, and I don’t even know how they figured it out so soon to tip you off. I guess I must not have been as clever about it as I thought at the time.” I laughed. “Go ahead and tell me my rights, and all that drama. We might as well get it over with.”

I finally looked up and saw that the man was closer—he was right next to the bed, watching me intently with those cold blue eyes as the smile grew on his lips. He hadn’t gone for the cuffs, wasn’t even pulling out his badge to show it to me. Instead, he leaned in, and I couldn’t quite make myself shrink back, though in the back of my mind I was screaming at myself to get away while I still could. The man pressed his lips to mine, his hands going to my waist quickly. That was definitely not the reaction I expected. His lips were firm but soft, and as he kissed me, I felt myself starting to respond to him almost immediately. I mean, he was handsome even if he was a fed. I reached up and rested my hands on his broad shoulders, able to feel the fine fabric of his suit, some of the heat of his body. The kiss deepened, and I felt his tongue slip past my lips, invading my mouth and probing into me, playfully batting against my own tongue. I sat up more, caressing his neck. Somehow, even though I was so anxious, I could feel myself getting excited, my pussy already starting to get wet.
What’s wrong with me?
I wondered.
I’m kissing Feds, getting turned on.
I shook my head, trying to break away from the kiss. The man apparently had other ideas, lifting me up off of the bed and keeping my lips sealed with his own while his hands wandered all over my body. I heard myself moaning, felt my nipples getting hard as he teased my breasts through my clothes.

The man’s lips moved down from mine, and he began kissing and nipping at my neck. I tilted my head back, running my fingers through his hair; I could hear myself moaning and realized that, whether or not I was destined to be arrested and taken to prison, I was fully committed to letting this man do whatever he wanted to me in this moment. He began unbuttoning my blouse, and I felt the cool air of the room against my skin, contrasting with his warm touch. “Oh!” I cried out, as his lips moved down from my neck slowly. The mysterious man pulled my blouse down, tossing it aside and immediately attacking my bra. He freed one of my breasts, bringing my nipple up to his lips and sucking and licking it until I was moaning out loud over and over. It occurred to me that I was having sex with a completely unknown man—but after everything that had already happened to me, I couldn’t think of any good reason not to. In the back of my mind, it occurred to me that this man was definitely not a federal agent; whatever he was, whatever the handcuffs were for, I was fairly certain that I wouldn’t be getting arrested by him, at least not in the next hour or so.

The mysterious man reached around to my back and unlatched my bra, slipping it away from my skin and letting it drop to the floor. He started playing with my breasts more aggressively. He pinched both of my nipples sharply, making me gasp in a mixture of pain and pleasure, and then began rolling them between his fingers until I cried out, my pussy getting wetter by the moment. I bit my lip, trying to muffle the sounds of my pleasure, and the mysterious man grinned at me. “Don’t worry about the noise,” he told me, leaning in to kiss me on the lips quickly. “I chose this stateroom for its soundproof walls.” His hands traveled up to my shoulders and he began massaging them slowly, working out kinks I hadn’t even realized were there. “You’re so tense, Katrina…” he told me, his low voice almost mocking. “I don’t think you’re a very good criminal, all things being equal.” He kissed me again, his tongue delving into my mouth, the hunger in his kiss making me breathless in a matter of moments. I was seeing stars, reeling against him as his hands worked me over, across my shoulders, down to my breasts, and along my arms slowly, kneading and teasing.

He found the zipper on my skirt and pulled it down quickly, guiding the thin fabric over my hips. I stepped out of it, kicking it aside before I realized that I was standing in front of a stranger in nothing but my panties. The mystery man moved close to me again as I started to cover up instinctively, pushing my arms aside firmly but gently. “Don’t cover yourself up.” He pressed his lips to my neck again and bit and kissed me all along my throat, trailing down to my collar bones, his hands on my hips massaging and lulling me into a thoughtless buzz of sensation. I felt his fingers brush along the insides of my thighs and didn’t move or protest as he cupped my pussy through my panties, rubbing me slowly. I was moaning like a whore, pushing my hips down into his touch, aching to get more contact with his aggressive hands. He moved down my chest and claimed first one, then the other of my nipples, sucking on them hard enough to make me cry out, nipping them carefully with his teeth and then lapping at them with his tongue. I was soaking wet, I could feel my panties becoming drenched from how incredibly turned on I was.

Just when I was on the edge of orgasm from the stimulation, he stepped back, unbuttoning his jacket and shrugging out of it quickly, tossing it over the back of a chair. The snowy white shirt underneath went next, his hands moving over the buttons in a fluid motion that I couldn’t quite follow. He knelt in front of me in his undershirt and slacks, wrapping his arms around my legs and looking up at me with a mixture of amusement and arousal in his bright eyes. Before I could react, he pulled my knees out from under me, sending me sprawling on the bed with a squeak I couldn’t quite suppress. He pushed me onto my back, spreading my legs open and running his tongue along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, teasing me mercilessly as he came closer to my pussy. He kissed me through my panties, letting his hot breath caress me until I was whimpering with need. I gasped as I felt him begin to lick me through the flimsy, lacy fabric of my panties, his tongue running up and down my labia even with the barrier. I was trembling under the assault, my hands going to his shoulders, his hair, trying desperately to get more contact.

After what seemed like forever, he reached up and pulled my panties down, almost ripping them as he got them off of me. He parted my labia with his fingers and immediately began licking and sucking on my wet, aching pussy, thoroughly tasting me and probing me with his tongue until I was writhing underneath him, crying out and moaning more loudly than I had with any other man I’d been with before. I had not ever thought of myself as being terribly interested in receiving oral sex—but then, apparently I had been with amateurs compared with this man. He found my clit with his tongue, holding me open as he flicked it more quickly than I could follow. Then he was sucking the bead of flesh between his lips, trapping it and tormenting me with heavier pulsing licks while his fingers stroked my labia, slowly moving inward. I squeezed his shoulders, needing to hold on to something in my ecstasy, as the world spun around me. “Oh, oh god, oh yes, oh
please
,” I panted, rocking and twisting my hips mindlessly. I almost screamed when he pushed a finger up into me, slowly working it in and out of my pussy as he varied the speed with his tongue. I could feel the muscles in my legs twitching, my whole body tense—I was on the knife’s edge of orgasm already. My nails bit into his shoulders, but the mystery man didn’t seem to mind as he worked away at my pussy, giving me just a hint of his teeth that made me gasp in shock and keen pleasure.

He added another finger, and I flexed my muscles around them, twisting my hips as my back arched up off of the bed, sensation flooding through me. He began to move the fingers more quickly inside of me, curling them slightly toward himself until he brushed up against my g-spot, and I shuddered, coming to climax with a sound somewhere between a scream and a moan. He kept it up until I collapsed against the bed, shaking with the power of the orgasm he’d given me. “Ah yes,” he murmured, pulling away from my pussy and licking his lips with a satisfied smile. “You are very tasty, my dear.” He stood, and I watched him through a haze of sated pleasure as he unbuckled his belt, unfastening his pants and letting them fall to the floor. He pulled his undershirt over his head quickly and I took in the sight of him, clad only in perfectly fitted boxer-briefs: his lean, muscled chest and arms, the dark, sparse line of hair from his navel downward, the thick muscles in his thighs. Clearly this was a man that made time to work out; though he wasn’t muscle-bound like some of the men I’d known.

He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear and pushed them down, freeing his hard cock. It sprang up from the confines of his boxer-briefs proudly. I swallowed at the sight of it; this man was bigger than any I’d been with before, and the size of his cock was almost intimidating. At the same time, I was imagining that hard cock in my pussy, even in my mouth—it was kind of perfect in shape, and after the pleasure he had given me, I wanted to taste him, wanted to feel him filling me up. I could feel my mouth watering at the thought of kneeling in front of him, wrapping my lips around his smooth flesh. I sat up in the bed, shifting onto my knees, and he came close again, reaching out and giving my breasts a few light, playful slaps before taking them in his hands and squeezing them. “Someone’s a greedy little thing,” he said, rolling my nipples between his fingers quickly. “Ready for more already?” I nodded, breathless as he leaned in and kissed me quickly. The mysterious man pushed me back onto the bed and pinned me down, his hands traveling over me slowly as he pressed his hips to mine. I could feel his cock brushing against me, hot and heavy, and I wanted it so badly I could almost taste it.

Then he was guiding himself up against my pussy, and I felt the head of his dick rubbing against me, pressing between my labia. “You’re so wonderfully wet, Katrina,” he murmured, kissing me on the neck. “I could just slip right in.” I gasped when he pushed into me all at once with a fast thrust of his hips, slamming up into my pussy hard. I felt my muscles flexing around him, trying to adjust to the thickness of his hard cock; it felt so good already. He began moving immediately, and I pulled him close, needing to feel his body pressed against mine as his cock pounded into me, driving out any possibility of anxiety or doubt. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pushed my hips down in counterpoint to his thrusts, loving the friction between our bodies. I heard him moan as he pushed deeper and deeper inside of me, seeking the spot his fingers had found moments before as we both panted for air. His lips sealed mine and he swallowed down my moans, his hands teasing and touching me everywhere.