The Billionaire’s Bet: A Final Game(9)

“Yes, this is our bed, unless you’d like to sleep on the couch, but that’s not really an option, now is it?”

I rolled my eyes. “You think of some crazy shit, Dom.”

“I like designer stuff. Can’t help it,” he mused. “Come, I want to show you something.”

He grabbed my hand and dragged me farther down the hall. We stopped right in front of an open room. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was an exact replica of the playroom in his old house.

My mouth dropped open.

“Impressive isn’t it? I just had to have this built. Can’t do without it, I’m afraid.”

“Jesus. When you said we were moving, I didn’t think you’d actually rebuild your fantasy house. You’re prepared for everything, aren’t you?”

He chuckled. “I’m a dominator, Julie. I live for it.” He put his arm around my waist and reeled me in. “There is nothing better in the world than having a kinky session with my girlfriend. Me and the toys are one. Where I go, they come.” He winked at me and kissed me on the lips. It was short but sweet, not overly racy. I could feel his passion seeping through.

It didn’t last long though. He moved forward and grabbed something leathery hanging from the wall. My collar. He held it in front of my eyes.

“You kept it?”

“I gave it to you. It belongs to you, even if you left it with me, it will always remind me of you.” He unlocked the collar. “I was hoping I could make you mine again.” Dominic looked at me with those bright blue eyes, so sincerely and full of hope. He was really opening up here, showing me that he needed me, even after I’d left him.

I needed him, too.

I took a deep breath and nodded. Dominic smiled and gently nudged aside my hair to make room for the collar. His fingers tickled my skin as he put the collar around my neck again. When he withdrew, his hand lingered on my cheek and he brushed his fingers across. The genuinely happy smile on his face melted my insides.

I’d made my decision. I was his. I was going to stay with him. No matter the cost.





Chapter 4




After dinner, I was preparing our dessert, because I wanted to cook something special for him. Chocolate soufflé with whipped cream. I arranged the plates, when Dominic appeared behind me and snatched the canned whip cream from the counter.

“Hey!” I yelled, turning around.

He opened the lid, then his mouth and squirted it inside. A stupid smile appeared on his face when he swallowed it all. “Hmm …”

I rolled my eyes and held out my hand. “C’mon, I need that.”

“Yeah, you’re right, you do.” He pressed his thumb down on my chin and forced my mouth to open. Then he held the can above my mouth and filled it up with whip cream.

He laughed when I could barely swallow the lump. Half my face was slathered with the cream.

“Dom!” I said, licking my lips.

“Hey, nothing wrong with having a little fun.” He held up his hands. “Aw, you have something on your face. Here, let me,” he said, and he wiped his finger along my cheek. Then he put that same finger into my mouth. “Never waste the good stuff.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m trying to get our dessert finished.” I pried the canned whip cream from his hand and turned around toward the kitchen counter again.

“I know,” he said.

His warm hands slithered around my waist and wrapped around me. Dominic left a small peck on my shoulder. He nuzzled my neck, sniffing, smelling the leather that bound me to him. His fingers squeezed me, as he hummed against my ear.

“I love the smell of leather. And food. Hmm … Leather and food, now that’s a good combination.”

I gasped when his lips left subtle marks on my skin. So feathery, so gentle, it made blood rush to my cheeks. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations.

His lips disappeared. I heard a rattling sound, and he pulled on my collar. Something clicked.

“What are you doing, Dom?”

“Demanding your attention.”

My hand drifted to the back of my neck. I could feel a chain.

“Nothing to be afraid of,” he murmured close to my ear.

When he tugged the chain, my head tilted backward, and he used the opportunity to kiss me on my jaw. He let go of me and picked up a fork from the counter. He pricked it into one of the soufflés and brought a piece to my mouth, coaxing me to open up. He slid the piece inside.

“Is it good?” he asked.

I swallowed the delicious piece of fluffy chocolate down and nodded.

“Better with the cream,” he said.

He picked up the can again and topped the entire soufflé with a huge amount of cream. It dripped off. Dominic took another piece with the fork and put it in my mouth again. I chortled. The cream and chocolate were all over the place.