The Billionaire’s Heart (His Submissive #4)(9)
Author: Ava Claire

I swallowed the knot in my throat and raised my chin. Eye to eye. “I’m sorry I lied to you, Jacob.”

He watched my lips form the words then licked his own, sparking the lust in me that took so little to ignite when it came to him. “How about you show me how sorry you are?”

My lips curved into a smile that turned into an ‘o’ of surprise when my eyes dropped to his crotch. I saw the imprint of his arousal, hard and insistent. We’d been together more than once but the rush of pride remained the same. I had the ability to make the most beautiful man I’d ever seen swell with need.

I slid onto the floor, grateful for the extra room the limo afforded me. I immediately moved to unbuckle his pants, trying to peel back the layers that created a barrier between us.

I uncoiled his length from his boxer briefs, eyes glossing over every thick, veiny inch of him. I guided my lips around him, breathing in as I moved up and down his shaft. Every new stride brought a new moan of delight from him that made me vibrate on a whole other level. It was probably cliché and the last thing I’d ever expect to so believe was possible, but he awakened things in me. He brought me to life and feeling his muscles clench, his grip tighten in my hair, sent wave after wave of pleasure coursing through me. His pleasure, his delight at my hand, made me want to give him all of me until we were both completely and utterly spent.

I ran my tongue over ever hardened piece of him. I bobbed up and down on the alternations of him tensing and relaxing, his hoarse groans melting into ‘Don’t stop’. ‘More’.

I brought my hand to the base of his erection, running a finger along the seam of his balls. A cry of delight shot from his mouth like a bullet. I softly massaged his balls with my hand and picked up the rhythm with my mouth. I melted against him, breathing nothing but the sounds he made.

I pulled my mouth up the throbbing length of him, nice and slow, gazing at him with coy innocence. There was a position I’d always wanted to try but let the mirror in my head keep me from initiating it.

“May I ride you, sir?” I asked softly.

His breath caught sharply as he stared down at me.

His reply was urgent, any sense of calm a distant memory. “You may.”

I pulled up my skirt and shimmied out of my underwear. Shaking, I put aside the silly notions that I’d crush him, that I wouldn’t do it right and focused on the natural chemistry between us. I spread my legs and straddled him, finding his lust ready and solid. I held it steady and slowly brought my body down.

He pushed into my moist layers, stripping me down to the bits and parts that hungered for this. Needed this. I closed my eyes, wanting to savor it.

“No, open your eyes. I don’t want you to miss a thing.” He pulled me close, his lips trembling as he held my waist and guided himself out.

In.

Out.

I stared into his blue eyes, waves crashing as his forehead scrunched. He grit his teeth as he thrust his h*ps upward and I felt the full length of him inside me. I let out moan after moan as I moved in time, letting go like I never had before.

I forced my mouth onto his and breathed his desire, his pleasure into me. One hand was steady at my h*ps and the other was at my breast. His insistent gropes turned my ni**les into swollen peaks that revolted against the lacy fabric of my bra. I slowed our rhythm, going to my zipper, wanting my dress off. Wanting to feel his hands all over my na**d body.

His fingers curled into a vice. “Do you have permission?”

I brought my hands back to his shoulders, his words sobering. Reminding me that I broke a cardinal rule. “No, but I-”

“Looks like someone needs a little more training.”

I had no time to protest before he’d spun me around. He was still buried inside me as he pushed me back onto the couch. He grabbed my arms and pinned them above my head. “Who’s in charge, Leila?”

“You are, sir.” My chest heaved up and down, my heat clenching him once then waiting. My whole body seemed to hang in suspension, waiting for his next command.

His free hand traced my jawline then held my chin tight. “And you do nothing without my permission, correct?”

He rocked in and out of me, nice and slow. Didn’t he know it was hard to respond, to think, to do anything with him inside of me? “Y-Yes sir.”

He drew from me slowly and my body sighed, feeling his absence immediately. He thrust back forward, slamming into my warmth with a grunt. He did it a second time and I felt the inner contractions that came before the release.

Jacob’s lips curled into a sinister smile. “You like it when I pound in and out of, don’t you? When I use your holes as I see fit?”

He did it again and I let out a moan of frustration. I wouldn’t be able to take much more of this delicious pleasure without coming.

“Answer me, Leila.”

“Yes sir.” Oh god I was close. “Jacob.”

The sound of his voice flipped some switch and his movements became wild and furious. I clutched him tight, digging my nails in his back.

“Mine,” he said in the throes of release. “You’re mine, Leila.”

“Yours,” I answered. I felt so happy, so complete. “Forever—if you’ll have me.”

My words were nowhere near as hardcore as the big 3, but he still withdrew from me, going quiet as the grave.

I fixed my dress and ran my shaky hands over the front of my skirt. “What is it?”

He glanced over at me hesitantly. “I’ve given you grief at every turn.” He raked a hand through his hair. “I basically gave you no choice but to become my submissive.”

I bit my lip, remembering the blatant wording of the contract. “Yes, but that was then-”

“This whole time I’ve kept you at a distance—except when we were in bed.”

“Yes, but-”

“You deserve better,” he said finally, straightening his tie. “Not someone that gives you crumbs of attention. Who would rather send you packing than admit his feelings.”

I remembered the story Allegra told me about the man she loved who couldn’t give her more and the price everyone had to pay.

I took Jacob’s hand, gripping it tight. I waited until he looked at me before I began. “Allegra told me about your dad. The summers. His choice.” I hesitated when I saw the surprise and hurt spread across his face. “Don’t be mad at her, Jacob. I practically had to pull teeth to get it out.” He still looked ready to punch something. “She was just trying to help me understand. And I think I do.”