Tied to the Billionaire(21)

“Something wrong?” Elena enquired.

Charles studied her and for a split second his eyes lowered to her mouth and a frown creased his brow, but his expression cleared quickly and his unbelievably sexy grin returned. “No. Everything’s perfect.”

Why the frown? Elena lifted a curious eyebrow. “You sure about that?”

Charles huffed out a heavy sigh. “You have no idea of the effect you have on me, do you? Do you realise the restraint it takes me not to get down on my knees, part your legs and go to work on your *? That I want to suck hard on your clit and push my tongue deep inside you when I make you come.”

A rush of pure, aching need shot through Elena’s system at Charles’ crude words. Suddenly there was nothing she wanted more in the world.

“Are you wearing panties?”

Elena was so surprised by the question she could do nothing but answer it truthfully. “Yes,” she breathed, amazed by the husky cadence to her voice.

“Take them off.”

Elena’s first instinct was to protest, but the idea sent a thrill coursing through her body and her blood felt as though it were broiling in her veins. She held his gaze as she slowly lifted the hem of her dress until it reached the top of her thighs. Lifting herself off the seat, she grabbed the thin elastic of her thong and tugged it down, inch by painstaking inch. Charles watched the action and a choking sound left his throat.

“You’re shaved,” he remarked.

Elena gave a small nod. “Completely.”

“Jesus, restrain me,” Charles muttered, leaning forward to help her slide the soft material down her legs. She sucked in a breath as his head neared her lap and her hand stuttered while she waited to see what he would do. The thought of his tongue sweeping through the folds of her * then penetrating her sent a shiver racing down her back and liquid seeping from her core. But instead of giving her what she wanted, Charles slipped the thong off her feet then sat back against the cool leather seat. He put her underwear into his breast pocket with a satisfied smile.

“Well done, Elena,” Charles said appreciatively. “You see? This isn’t as difficult as you feared.”

Frustration and impatience warred within her. She needed to come, was desperate for it, but Elena had to concede that it hadn’t been at all difficult to follow Charles’ instruction, not in the least. If this was all that was required of her then maybe they did have a chance of forming a relationship. But it would be presumptuous of her to think that. She suspected they hadn’t even touched the tip of the iceberg of what he wanted to do to her.


There was more to the Dom/sub lifestyle than just a power exchange, surely. What about the toys, the floggers, the chains and whips? How important were they? Was Charles even interested in those things? The questions made Elena realise how little she knew of Charles or the lifestyle he favoured. A small dose of fear tried to force its way into her mind, but it was overshadowed by anticipation. For the first time since she’d known Charles, Elena was excited by the prospect of giving in to her desire for him. If she was this wound up by the idea of his mouth on her then how was she going to react when they finally f*cked?

“No,” she agreed. “It wasn’t difficult. But you are a terrible tease.”

Charles grinned in reply and turned to look out of the limo’s window. “Ah, perfect,” he said. “We’re here.”

Elena wasn’t nearly as thrilled by the development as Charles appeared to be.



Chapter Five





Charles held the restaurant door open for Elena then walked in behind her. His cock was like a lead pipe inside his pants and he had to check that no one was looking before reaching a hand down to move it into a more comfortable position. Elena was going to be the death of him. He’d been desperate to put his hands on her in the limo and had to clench them into fists to prevent it. When she’d adhered to his request, removing her panties and baring herself to him, he’d nearly f*cking lost it. He’d got a good look at that smooth, glistening * and it was all he could do not to get her on her back, pull out his cock and thrust it inside her, f*cking her hard and deep until she cried out his name and came all over it. She’d been so wet for him. Ready. The dominant side to his personality gave him excellent control, but that had been a true test of his restraint. He was proud of himself. But how long could he last before taking what he wanted? What they both wanted.

Elena was the first woman to affect Charles in such a way and he’d certainly had his share over the years. But it was hard to find a woman who wasn’t just after his money. The sex had been fun on occasion, but he hadn’t been able to connect with any of them on a deeper level. Yes, he wanted a woman who could play a submissive role to his dominant, but he didn’t want a doormat. Most of the woman he’d ‘dated’ were eager to please, but it was difficult to believe it was for any other reason other than wanting a slice of his fortune. Charles wanted a strong-willed woman, someone who would challenge him, someone who had their own life and interests. Elena was that woman. He’d known it from the moment Henry had introduced them, but she’d been younger then, just out of university, and she’d been on a mission to carve out a career for herself. Charles could understand that, and he’d waited. He’d been the epitome of f*cking patient, but not anymore. It was time to stake his claim.