Tied to the Billionaire(24)

“No, Elena. You can’t pleasure yourself. Your pleasure belongs to me now.”

“What?” Elena tried to pull her hand away, but Charles’ grip was firm. “I can’t touch myself? But I need to come.”

“And you will. But by my hand, my mouth, my cock.”

Delightful shivers danced over Elena’s body. She wanted it all, everything. Wanted him to bend her over the table and f*ck her right here on the terrace. She couldn’t believe she was entertaining such thoughts, but Charles made her want things she’d have never considered before. When he licked his lips and lowered his eyes to her *, Elena knew what she needed most—his mouth on her, his tongue deep inside, lapping her juices and flicking over her clit.

“Please,” she whispered. Elena was not used to begging, but she’d do it and gladly if it would get her what she needed.

Charles’ grin was positively feral. He let go of her hand then inched his fingers up her thigh. Elena held her breath in anticipation, but Charles merely grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it back into place, covering her.

“What are you doing?” Elena asked, outraged. “What about me? I need…”

“Later,” Charles said. “Pierre is about to return.”

Oh hell no. “Tell him we need longer. You can’t leave me like this.”

“Just who makes the rules here, Elena?”

“But…”

Charles raised an eyebrow, wordlessly daring her to argue, and that was when Elena realised that this was a type of test. Charles was seeing how well she could submit, adhere to his demands.

She squeezed her legs shut and fought for control, but the position put pressure on her sensitive clit so she reopened them. Suppressing her need was torture. “Can I ask you something?”

Charles nodded. “Of course. You can ask me anything.”

“Why? Why are you making me wait?”

“You told me earlier that you trust me.”

“I do.” Elena furrowed her brow in confusion. “But what has that got to do with…?”

“It’s called delayed gratification,” Charles said. “When I do finally allow you to come, it will be all the better because you had to wait for it.” Charles leaned in close. “And I promise you when it happens, it’s going to be f*cking amazing. Does that answer your question?”

Elena swallowed and nodded, unsure her voice would work if she tried to answer. She understood the concept of delayed gratification, but did Charles understand how great her need was? Probably, and that was exactly the point, wasn’t it? Vivid images of what he would do to her later flashed through her mind and Elena’s need spiralled. Would he tie her down? Would he spank her? Use toys on her? Would he use his mouth to make her come or would that long, thick cock of his bring her to orgasm? She shivered. Charles looked at her expectantly and Elena realised he was still waiting for her reply.

“Yes,” she managed to answer, her voice trembling and low. “That answers my question.”

“Good. You’ve followed my directions beautifully so far this evening and later, you will be rewarded and rewarded well. I’ll make you beg for my cock and just when you think you can’t take anymore, I’ll give it to you. I’ll give it to you hard and deep. Does that sound good?”

Elena tried to get control of the impulse to stroke her clit or to demand that Charles f*ck her now, hell, even lick her or touch her, anything to make her come. But she knew that would displease him and even though her natural impulse was to demand, to insist, to try to gain back the control that was slipping further from her reach, she suppressed the urge and took a deep, calming breath. She could do this, she wanted to do this and she couldn’t fight the feeling that it would be so incredibly worth it in the end.

“It sounds perfect.”

Charles smiled appreciatively. “Pierre,” he called after a moment. “We’re ready for you.”

The ma?tre d’ arrived almost instantly and Charles ordered for them both. Elena wasn’t surprised when he chose the vintage Dom Perignon, the most expensive champagne on the menu. And he spared no expense on the dinner either. The Lobster Thermidor was cooked to perfection.

“Isn’t this usually only eaten on special occasions?” Elena asked after taking a bite of the delicious Gruyère crust.

Charles nodded. “Yes. But this is a special occasion. It’s our first date. The first of many. I dare you to find anything more special than that.”


Elena chuckled and shook her head incredulously. “You’re very sure of yourself, aren’t you?”

“On the contrary,” Charles said after taking a sip of his champagne. “I’m very sure of you.”

Much to her relief, Charles didn’t tease Elena any more while they ate their dinner. She was too tightly strung and she feared if Charles persisted, she’d have to take matters into her own hands, as it were, and that would be counterproductive. Elena wanted to get off, but she wanted to please Charles more. It was a burning desire that she had no control over and for someone who liked to be in control that was a frightening position to be in.

After Charles had taken care of the bill and they’d walked out into the balmy evening air, Charles took hold of Elena’s hand and led her down the street.