Page 26 of The Billionaire

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I followedhim with stars in my eyes, and the beating of my heart beat as if the loudest drum. The way his large hand cupped my clammy petite hand, the way we walked throughout the grand hallway, my strappy heels and his grand designer men’s dress shoes against the cool marble of the night, it all felt a dream. And we were headed to a location to make my dream, my fantasy come true.

I felt like a princess with her dashing handsome prince: tall, dark, handsome and rich.

And he wanted me.

He really wanted me!

He had changed colors just to see me again. Whatever that had meant or entailed.

I have to see you again. Flashed through my memory as we walked for minutes in the wing and finally up a windy staircase and into a room with candles hanging on the wall lit with fire. It was a cottage feel compared to the grandness of all the other rooms we were in.

A small window hung very high on the wall, too high for me to see anything other than the glittering stars outside. It was too high for me to see the landscape, to find a clue of where we were. But it didn’t matter. All that mattered was being there with him. He was all the landscape I needed. I could care less where we were!

There in the corner of the small room was a four post bed.

The door shut and the draft from the air was chilling. Seeing me shiver, he walked over to a fireplace and started a fire with the push of the button. The amber and light from the logs, the smell, the candles, the dimly lit room, was perfect. Just romantically perfect and I felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

As he turned around and took his mask off, the need for him was all consuming. My pussy swelled with desire and the throbbing against my sensitive swollen nod was almost too much. I just wanted to pounce on him and have him again.

But then again, we were here for my fantasy. My fantasy where I’d be tied up and have no control but to be made love to.

He walked over to a side wooden table and opened a drawer to reveal white silk strips.

“They think of everything in this place.”

He touched the soft silk with his fingers and I imagined his fingers touching me in my most sensitive silky places and I shuttered in delight for hopefully what was to come next.

He motioned for me to come to him with his finger. The fire crackling and my heels slowly clanking against the plank wood, it all was so seductive.

And then there I was, an inch from his handsome face. All I wanted to do was kiss him, to jump in his arm. Just being near him felt comforting, as if I had lived a hundred other lives before and always found him as my lover, my friend and companion.

He undressed me with an inquisitive care, watching intently as each drape of fabric lay coiled by my feet. He cupped my breast as his thumbs brushed over nipples. I bit my lip as the need for him swelled inside sending pools of need down my inner thigh. He crouched down and undid my straps of my heels. Although they were incredibly sexy, my feet thanked him nearly audibly for allowing their freedom.

“Lay,” he said kindly with a wicked grin on his face. So I lay on the bed with giddiness, feeling incredibly silly, but a good silly. Like a kid, with no worries, just exploring. And oh how I liked this new McKenzie that was coming out.

As he tied my arms up, I thought about how lose I felt this night. How free. How happy. For so long, all my life, I had been the responsible one. I worked hard, never really partied, always doing the right thing just so I could earn that coveted 4.0 and get into Stanford medical. I worked my ass off to get good grades to get into medical school at the expense of having a life. And now here I was, doing something daring. Going against the grain and it felt so . . . liberating. What had I been missing all this time? It felt damn good to take a risk!

I watched him tie my ankles. As he finally tied my left leg, his warm moist lips tickled my ankle and he slowly made his way up my calf.

I could have gone right then and there.

My need for him swelled to a height I never knew existed. I wanted him so damn much.

His warm kisses trailed up my calf into my inner thigh as I let out a small whimper of need. Higher and higher he went as his strong hands firmly grasped my hips. I nearly exploded.

He slowly trailed along the side of my ribs, under the sides of my breast, back to my collarbone until his body was on top of mine. His warm eyes looking deep into mine. The way he looked at me, I felt like he felt it too. The connection between the two of us. It wasn’t just sexual. It was deeper. I knew he felt it. He had to have felt it. It was as if his soul spoke to mine that very moment.

“And now,” he cleared his throat. “For the covering of your eyes.”

I was just about to say that wasn’t a part of my fantasy, but maybe wasn’t because I had never thought of it.

Just go with it, Kenze. I told myself.

I preferred to see his god-like face though but I knew the moment my eyes would be covered again, every feeling would intensify as my sight went.

With the obstruction of my vision, and feeling his heavy strong body on me, I lay there in complete surrender to his bidding.

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