Captured (Captured by the Billionaire #2)(5)
Author: Julia Sykes

She felt heat rush to her cheeks as she blushed crimson.  But that wasn’t the only part of her body that was flushed with heat.  How could she be so incredibly turned on by this treatment?  Wasn’t this misogynistic?

“Let me up,” she demanded, a bit alarmed despite her arousal.  She pressed her hands to the carpet to gain some leverage, but his hand on her neck held her securely down.

There was a sudden, loud smack, quickly followed by an intense stinging sensation where her ass met her upper thighs.  She gasped in shock.

“Don’t move.”  His voice was dangerous, a razor’s edge.  Mallory stilled instantly.  He stroked a gentle finger down the length of her spine, and she quivered beneath him.

“I told you that I always get what I want, Mallory.  And what I want is control.  I want you to submit to me.”  His voice was hard, and Mallory found herself panting at his words, her pu**y clenching involuntarily at the word “submit.”

“What do you know about BDSM, Mallory?”  He asked conversationally, as though she wasn’t pinned down in a humiliating position.

“Not-”  She stuttered.  “Not much.”  She was familiar with the term, but she didn’t know what it actually stood for.  It had to do with whips and chains, she knew that much.  And she had never understood how being tortured could be a turn-on.

“There are three parts to it,” he lectured as he traced his fingers around the underside of her ass.  She shivered at the erotic touch.  “BD: Bondage and Discipline; DS: Domination and submission; and SM: Sadism and Masochism.”  Mallory shivered at the last, getting truly scared now.

“Are you going to beat me, Jake?”  She asked, her voice tremulous.

“Not if you don’t want me to,” he answered.  Cutting her eyes to the side, she met his gaze, seeing nothing but earnestness there.  “But I’ve seen how you react to me, Mallory, how you react to our games, the power-play.”  He traced his finger up the crack of her ass, making her whimper at the intimate contact.  “You can’t tell me that you didn’t enjoy it,” he smiled predatorily.

She was suddenly acutely aware that Jake was almost a total stranger to her; he might be capable of anything. “Please, Jake” she implored.  “Don’t hurt me.”

He stroked a tender hand down her back, calming her.  But he didn’t let go of her neck.  “I won’t hurt you.  I promise you that, Mallory.  BDSM play is all about trust.  Do you trust me?”

“I hardly know you,” she breathed.

“Then I’ll earn your trust,” he gave her a gentle smile.  “I’m going to let you up now, Mallory.  But only if you promise to stay and hear me out.”

“Okay,” she said meekly, totally overwhelmed by his show of dominance.  And undeniably wet from his ministrations.

Jake gently guided her up by her shoulders until she was standing on unsteady legs.  He took both of her hands in his, leading her to the couch and helping her sit.  Mallory wanted to protest that she was perfectly capable of walking by herself, but that would have been a lie.  She was so shaken, so nervous about what was about to happen to her, that her legs would barely support her.

Never letting go of her hands, Jake traced the lines on her palms soothingly, quieting her quivering.  “We’re just going to talk, Mallory,” he assured her.  “Nothing else.  Not unless you say.”

She nodded her understanding, finding that she trusted his word despite what she had said about hardly knowing him.

“BDSM comes in many different flavors,” he began, his tone turning lecturing once again.  “We already know that you enjoy being dominated and that you are turned on by a little humiliation.”

Mallory opened her mouth to protest, but Jake cut her off before she could begin.  “Don’t deny it, Mallory.  You know that what I’m saying is true; you know that you have enjoyed everything I’ve done to you.”  He reached out a hand as though he wanted to stroke her between her legs, to feel the wetness there, but Mallory balked, and he drew his hand away.

“But I don’t want you to hurt me,” she said softly.  “That sadism stuff; I couldn’t bear it.”

“I’m not a sadist, Mallory,” he assured her.  “As I said, kink comes in many flavors, and that isn’t one that I enjoy.”  Mallory thought that she saw something darken in his eyes, a flash of pain. But it was gone as soon as it had come, and she wasn’t sure if she had imagined it.

“But,” he continued, “bondage and discipline, Domination and submission: those are definitely to my taste.  We already know that you enjoy submission, Mallory.  And you enjoy being held down, a strong indicator that you would be receptive to bondage.”

“But what about the discipline part?”  She asked tremulously.  “Doesn’t that involve pain?”

Jake considered for a moment before answering.  “There is a fine line between pleasure and pain, Mallory.  An experienced Dominant knows how to hold a submissive on that line, to make the pain pleasurable.”  He gave a sly smile.  “And I am an experienced Dom.”

Mallory’s breathing had turned shallow, her pupils dilated.  She couldn’t deny that she was intrigued by the idea, remembering her lustful reaction when Jake had slapped her.  And when he had spanked her just now, reprimanding her for speaking out of turn…  Discipline, she thought.  She realized that the games they had been playing had all been leading up to this, to Jake revealing his true sexual preferences.  And she had loved every minute of it.  Hadn’t she just been thinking earlier that she wanted more?

Jake was silent, giving her a few minutes to process her thoughts.  When he finally spoke, his voice was low, his seductive tone barely concealing his yearning.  “Are you willing to explore this with me, Mallory?”

Am I?  Was she ready to give in to his world of kinky games?  She thought of the dark desires he had awoken within her.  “Yes,” she whispered.

Chapter 3

Jake grinned, his eyes flashing intimidatingly.  His hand moved from her palm to her throat, tracing his index finger from her shoulder up to her earlobe.  The contact made her shiver, remembering his grasp on her neck as he had dominated her during their tryst on his jet.