Billionaire Alpha 1(21)

Parking the car, he turned off the lights and turned to look at her in   the dark. She sat as still as possible, the air suddenly so hard to   breathe.

"Tell me you want this. You're gonna have to convince me to break the   rules of engagement that I live by," he whispered, his tongue brushing   across his lips. Bethany stifled a groan and unbuckled her seatbelt.

"I don't know your rules, but I'm tired of conversation." She got out of   the car and walked toward his house, the large bachelor pad sitting on   the edge of a lake, beautiful like his father's. He got out and locked   the car as he walked toward her, looking like a lion on the prowl.

"Big words for a small girl." He brushed past her, unlocking the door and moving aside as she passed him.

The house was immaculate, everything in its place, the style very   modern. He moved in behind her, his arms encircling her waist. One hand   slid down to the bottom of dress, fingers brushing up her thighs as he   dragged the material up. The other moved to her breast, his thumb   flicking back and forth over her hardened nipple.

She pressed back against him, her head dropping to his shoulder as his   mouth made contact with her neck. The wetness of his tongue jolted her   senses, a whimper leaving her lips accompanied by his dark growl.

Strong fingers pressed against the front of her panties, her body already primed and ready for anything he might want of her.

"So wet, Beth. Someone should clean that up."

She smiled, arching her back to rub herself along his erection. His   hands tightened on her, his fingers moving the material that held her   captive as he stroked methodically.

"I think you owe me a confession."

"No," she whispered and pressed her hips forward, his finger dipping into her as her body screamed for more.

He pulled his hand away and released her, walking around her as she   tried to catch herself. Her thighs trembled as he moved down the hall,   his hands working to get his tie and shirt off. He turned as he reached   the end of it and smiled at her, just before licking his fingers clean.         

     



 

"Mmmm, I was hoping to have more of that, but if you aren't willing to   be a good girl, I have nothing to offer you." He disappeared into what   she imagined to be his bedroom. Bending over to press her hands to her   knees she focused on breathing in deeply, the room spinning slightly.   What was it about him?

If she bent to him would he lord it over her or was that all part of his game?

In the pool, a few nights back, he had mentioned wanting a strong woman,   one that wouldn't get on her knees until he had done so himself. She   stood up and ran her fingers through her long hair. If he wanted to   play, then she would meet him in the middle and break his resolve in   half. He thought he knew how to tease a woman, to bend her, but he was   in for a surprise.

Bethany stepped out of her dress, letting it drop to the floor. She   walked toward the room, undoing her bra and slipping out of her panties   just before walking in. Damon stood with his back to her, his shirt  gone  and the strong muscles of his back contracting as he undid his  pants.

She crawled onto the large four-post bed and slid across the sheets onto   her stomach, her feet coming up to slide along each other.

"I'm serious, Beth. I'm not like other men. I want to hear what I want   to hear, when I want to hear it. You don't relent and I'll either take   it from you or make you beg for keeping it from me."

"What do you want to hear, Damon?" she whispered seductively, the cold   sheets silky against her bare skin. He turned to face her, bending over   and pulling his slacks from him before realization slipped across his   handsome features.

He paused, his body hard and more than ready for a night of fucking.   Tilting his head to the right a little, his eyes dragged down the length   of her. He smiled and nodded, licking at his lips again.

"I believe that your actions far outweigh your words." He moved toward   her and stopped beside the bed. Reaching out, he slid his hands under   her arms and pulled her face to the edge of the bed before kneeling down   in front of her, his face just before hers.

"I'm not going to fuck you tonight. I want you to need me before I give   in to you." He smiled wickedly, leaning in and pressing his lips  against  hers. The saltiness of her own taste on his tongue lit her on  fire, her  hands reaching up to lock onto him. She broke the kiss and  moved to her  knees. Damon stood. She pressed his shoulder down hard, a  soft laugh  leaving her.

"I don't need you to fuck me tonight. I just need you to eat until your   heart's content and you're shivering for something that you'll not be   getting." She tilted her head to the side as he looked up at her, a   subtle nod was all she got.

"Hush, woman."

He moved fast, his motions concentrated and sensual like nothing she had   ever seen. He stood and pressed her chest softly. Bethany fell onto  her  back as Damon slid on the bed, his large arms wrapping around the   underside of her legs and pulling up slightly. Shoulders pressed against   the bottom of her ass, he buried his face against her need, Bethany   breathing in sharply and arching her hips as shock rolled over her.

She hadn't expected him to beckon to her. It was a bold move and one she   figured would get her laughed out of his bed, but nothing of the sort   happened. The sweet sounds of him lapping at her, his fingers and teeth   carefully pushing and pulling, undid her over and over again. By the   third time, she pushed against his shoulder, her words slurred, her body   aching for something more - for him.

"No," she moaned. He moved her hand and pressed his tongue against her   again. She pushed his head back and groaned louder. "No. No. I want   you."

He sat up, a smile lifting on his wet lips. "You want me or you need me?"

Her eyes narrowed, her game having blown up in her face. He knew what he   was doing. It had been his plan all along. She was too lost to him to   do anything but beckon to his demands.

"I want you. I need you to fuck me all night, Damon. I want to fill this   place with the sounds of my screams, with the smell of your lust. I   want to be fucked." She moved to her elbows and growled at him,   something deep inside of her coming unhinged. He smiled and ran his flat   palm over her belly and down her sex before patting her like a kitten.         

     



 

"Good... that's where I need you to be."

He forced her onto her side and moved in to lay behind her, his large   erection pressed to the curve of her rear. She snuggled into him and   turned her face toward him in question. He kissed her softly and licked   at her mouth, nipping at her once.

"What are you doing?"

He chuckled softly. "Feeding your need. Sleep with me and perhaps when   you're really ready to handle me I'll fill you up completely. For hours.   Just me and you fucking like animals."

"Now," she whispered, rolling her hips as he groaned. His hand locked on   her hip as his teeth sank painfully into her shoulder. He tugged at  the  flesh a little, kissing and licking the soreness before relaxing  behind  her.

"Now." She arched against him, the sharp smack of his hand on her ass shocking her.

"No. You took control tonight and for that I drank your pleasure. We   fuck when I say we fuck. Sleep with me or go home if you don't want me   to hold you."

Confused, but too tired to deal with it, she relaxed in his arms. The   dull ache between her thighs calmed finally and she drifted off into   sleep, questions beating her up from every angle.

What had she done wrong?



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Bethany walked into the house, passing by the kitchen with her heels   looped over her fingers. Her hair was a complete mess and she looked   like she'd sustained a long night of fucking and come out on the losing   end. Funny enough, that's exactly how it felt too. Damon not finishing   the job left her feeling empty and frustrated. Her mother called to her   as she passed. Bethany stopped and sighed softly. No rest for the  weary.

Turning on her bare heel she walked into the kitchen and was grateful that it was just her mother.

"Where's Kent?"

"He had to fly to Seattle for a few days. Something about a surprise   audit by the government." Her mother motioned for her to sit down with   her. "Where were you last night?"

"I went to have drinks with some co-workers and things got a little   wild. We ended up at someone's house and I just crashed. Probably not   the best idea, but it's what happened."