Billionaire Romance Boxed Set 2(211)

“I ordered everything. This includes chocolate fondue, but I don’t expect you to…”

“I know,” I said. “I heard you that day. I was beneath the bed. Asher told you that, I thought?”

“Yes. I apologize for that. I enjoyed hearing about Solomon’s conquests. I know you two never had sex, but at the time it was exciting to me.”

“Well…” Ugh. Well, what? “I’m not going to tell you about Asher and I, so please don’t ask.”

“I don’t care if you tell me,” Beatrice said, snooty. Asher said she was different, but I really didn’t see it. “I just don’t want you misusing the fondue. I ordered it for a very specific reason, and if you aren’t going to use it for that then I’d prefer if you tossed it out.”

“Alright,” I said.

“Alright what?” she asked.

“Alright, I’ll use it for what you intended or I’ll toss it out.”

“You aren’t going to tell me which?”

“No!”

Beatrice frowned. “I wish you wouldn’t be so difficult.”

“Can’t we talk about something else?” I asked. “I didn’t think I was here to gossip with you.”

“Are you going to still have his children?” she asked, all of a sudden, completely out of nowhere. From what Asher told me, she’d never asked about this before.

“I… we…” I didn’t know what to say. “Yes, but naturally.”

“That’s nice,” Beatrice said. She smiled, and I think it was the first time I’d ever really seen her looking genuinely happy without a streak of meanness at all. “Well, you can go now. I have things to do. I would like it if you came back and told me about your trip.”



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“Have you thought about becoming a writer?” Asher asked me.

“Asher, please,” I whined. “Not now.”

He grinned and looked me in the eyes. Leaning above me on the bed, he hovered over my face and kissed me delicately on the nose. “I’m going to wait until you answer me.”

Why? Why was he doing this? Or, perhaps a better question, why had I agreed to this? We were at the Solage Calistoga, back at our room, taking a break from our morning fun. For whatever reason(it hadn’t seemed terrible at the time), I’d agreed to allow Asher to tie me to the bed. And not with something simple like a silken shirt binding my hands to the headboard, oh no. He’d gone all out, apparently having purchased high quality silk rope from a specialty store. I remember laughing at that, and then laying on the bed, dutiful. I spread my arms up and to my sides, then did the same with my legs, and Asher tied each of my limbs to the bed, leaving me spread eagled with my arms in the shape of a “Y.”

It had seemed amusing at the time. Exciting! Interesting and fun. And it was all of that up until Asher joined me on the bed, kneeling between my open thighs with his cock poised and ready to enter me. But, no, he didn’t. He built me up, and then he waited there, just barely pressing the head of his member into my waiting slit. I wanted him to push inside me, but instead he asked me if I ever thought about becoming a writer.

I pouted at him, my face twisting into something akin to annoyance and desire. “Please, Asher?” I asked. “Just a little? I can’t answer you right now. It’s so hard to think.”#p#分页标题#e#

He kissed my neck and my breasts, teasing my hardened nipples with the tip of his tongue. His cock never moved, though, not an inch. It remained tightly tucked between my labia, ready to please me but refusing to do so until I submitted to him. Up, he kissed, back to my neck, my lips. I kissed him back in a fever of lust, hoping he’d feel my need and give in to me. He didn’t.

“Just a quick answer,” he said. He kissed my nose, then each of my eyelids; I kissed his chin and his cheeks. “Yes or no, that’s all.”

I couldn’t just answer yes or no. The question required more. “Yes,” I said softly, fully intending on continuing to say more.

He immediately pushed inside of me, but only a few inches. I bucked against his obtrusion and gasped.

“Yes yes yes, Asher.” I let out a lusty sigh and pulled against the rope binding my wrists to the bed. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and pull him deeper into me, but with my current restraints it was impossible.

“And?” he asked.

“Are you really doing this?” I asked. “Are you really going to do this? I don’t know how you can. You have far more willpower than me.”

“That’s a lie,” he said. “I just get a lot of pleasure from watching you squirm on the bed. It’s beautiful.” He leaned down and kissed my ear. “You’re beautiful, and if you tell me more I’ll go all the way in. That’s all you have to do. I love you, Jessika.”