The Billionaire's Woman Trilogy (5 page)

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James reached under her dress, pulling her dripping panties from her body, then unhooked the bra and left it on the floor. She did the same, tossing his vest to the side and tearing the shirt from his body. They left a trail of clothing leading all the way to the bed, where he dumped her, then looked down at her with an expectant gaze.

Sharise knew the routine. She wanted him to tell her what to do. To command her. To control her. He gestured to the cuffs, and Sharise spread out, one limb towards each corner of the bed. James cuffed each hand to bed post, then each foot, tightening the restraints until Sharise could only lay and wait for his touch.

She wanted him. Her nipples ached. The soft fabric of her dress brushed against her now-bare breasts and pussy, tormenting her. She needed James, to feel his rock hard member against her, splitting her into. She wanted to feel the heat from his breath, the roughness of his thumb on her breath. But she knew she would have to be patient. With James, patience was everything. If she waited, and behaved like a good girl, she would get her reward.

James pulled out a strange device Sharise hadn’t seen before — a curved, fleshy toy. He crawled on to the bed, running each end across her dripping wet slit, moistening it. Sharise could see another part of the device that jutted upwards, which James placed against her clit even as he slid the toy into her entrance. The other end found its way to her ass, probing at the entrance before stretching her, pushing her apart. She bit down on her lip to keep from moaning, and then James stood up, pressing a button on the remote he held in his hand.

The device came to life, buzzing, vibrating against and inside her, sending a wave of heat across her skin. Sharise arched her back, struggling against the restraints. The device wasn’t strong enough to make her come; James brought her to the edge of an orgasm time and time again, but always stopped just as she reached the precipice.

Sharise didn’t know how long the torture went on for. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours. Both delicious and agonizing at the same time, she gasped loudly with each breath, her entire body alive with the sensation.

Finally it subsided, and she felt James remove the device from her holes, before he crawled onto the bed once more, his gaze raking over her body. “You’ll have to forgive me,” he said, before grasping her dress and tearing it from her flesh. Now fully exposed, Sharise panted with desire, and felt a chill run through her body at the look in his eyes.

Dark. Dangerous. Hungry. He wanted her, and she knew it.

James leaned down, his breath warm against her clit, before plunging his tongue deep into her. Sharise screamed; she could no longer hold back the floodgates. Her hips bucked, reaching for James, and he obliged. Again and again his tongue brushed over her, swirling over her clit, into her wet, swollen pussy lips, all across her nethers as the orgasm wracked her body with wave after wave of pleasure. Sharise gave herself up to hedonism, her body no longer her own. She lay on the bed, taking deep breaths of air until she felt James release the cuffs.

Sharise looked at him curiously. Normally he would take her with them on; never had the two of them had totally unrestricted sex. James always wanted to be in control.

He quickly pulled his pants off and let his rock-hard member spring free. Sharise tentatively reached out, taking it in her hand as she kissed him, their bodies pressing against one another. She didn’t know how to respond.

His caresses were soft, gentle, and needy. It was like she was seeing his soul for the first time. Sharise returned them with the same easy touches, her hand sliding over his throbbing cock, eliciting a gasp from James. She felt him tense, felt him throbbing with need. He kissed her, pushing her down onto the bed, and positioned himself over her.

His eyes still held that dangerous look to them, but behind it was something else: love. He thrust his hips forward, and Sharise gasped as she felt him come into her, stretching her, spreading her lips apart as his hips began to rock against her. She arched her back, grasping his ass as he pounded her.

Sharise felt herself overflowing, and the wet, slapping sounds of flesh against flesh excited her even more. James was both gentle and rough, his need winning out over the desire to maintain his composure. He pulled himself out of her, and told her to move onto her hands and knees.

Sharise felt him grasp her hips, his cock sliding roughly into her, and he began to thrust quickly, forcefully, taking her from behind. She arched upwards and James’s hand slid under her breast, giving it a firm squeeze as his hand toyed with her nipple. Sharise squeezed his cock as tightly as she could, and James’s breath grew ragged, heavy.

She felt herself building up to an orgasm, and as the head of James’s cock brushed against her g-spot, she gasped. He leaned forward, his voice heavy and broken in her ear. “Scream for me,” he said.

With those words, he focused all of his attention on bringing her to climax. Sharise fell to her elbows as she was plowed roughly from behind, and she didn’t recognize her own voice. “Fuck, James! Fuck me! Oh my God, fuck me! Yes!” With the last cry, the orgasm washed over her, and she felt James tense. He grunted, paused, and then his seed began to flow forth in spurts, his hot, throbbing member twitching inside of her, filling her with wave after wave of spunk.

There was no other sound in the room besides their breathing, and Sharise took a moment to enjoy it. Even as her mind and body drifted on the sensation of the orgasm, one thought surfaced:

This was her reality now.

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The next morning, Sharise woke, stirring at the smell of eggs cooking. She wandered into the kitchen, where James stood, fully dressed and ready to start the day. He turned at her entrance.

“Good morning, Sharise. Did you sleep well?”

She yawned and nodded. She wore a pair of James’s pajamas, far too big for her. The sleeves fell past her hands, and the bottom of the shirt was around mid-thigh, but she felt comfortable in them. Sharise pulled the sleeve up and admired the ring on her hand. She thought it was beautiful, and the diamond wasn’t gaudy. It was actually small, petite.

James must have noticed her staring at it. “That was my grandmother’s,” he said. “My grandfather brought it back with him from overseas after the war ended. I’ve held on to it ever since, waiting for the right person to give it to.”

Sharise smiled, and felt her heart swell with affection for the man she would soon call ‘husband.’ He sat a plate of eggs on the table and a glass of orange juice, and invited her to sit down beside him. Even though it was Saturday, and he was technically dressed in casual clothing, there was no mistaking the power he radiated with every step — it was as much a part of him as anything else, now.

Another thought occurred to her: Denver’s most eligible bachelor would lose his title, considering that he would soon be Denver’s hottest husband. She chuckled to herself, and James raised an eyebrow, before getting distracted by the time.

“Ah, it’s ready.”

“What is?” Sharise asked, curious. James just pointed at the television, which he turned on with a click of a button. A press conference with one of the company reps had started, and he walked up to a podium where dozens of reporters sat, eager for even the slightest scrap of information.

“James Waldorf is now engaged to Ms. Sharise Fulmon.” The representative then stepped down as chaos erupted among the reporters.

Sharise turned to James, slack jawed and wide eyed. “You announced it? I thought you would want to keep this quiet.”

James shook his head. “No, Sharise. I’m tired of you being forced to sneak around because of the paparazzi. They wanted news, now they have it — you’re mine, and no one else’s.”

Sharise smiled. She could get used to hearing him say that.

She was his, and he was hers — now, always, forever.

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