Tied to the Billionaire(26)

Charles turned to hide his grin then went into the kitchen to retrieve the bottle of chardonnay he had chilling in the refrigerator. After uncorking the bottle he grabbed two wine glasses and poured a generous amount into each. Before he went back into the living room, he removed his jacket then took off his tie before undoing the top few buttons on his shirt. He wanted to free his cock. The thought of Elena naked on his couch and waiting for him to return would have been the perfect stroke-off material, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from coming after he’d begun. His hand just wouldn’t do. The next time he came he wanted to be buried to the hilt inside that sweet, wet * of hers, shoved in deep while she screamed out his name, her channel gripping him tightly and drawing out his release. Jesus, he couldn’t wait to be inside her.



After removing her dress and sitting down again, Elena squeezed her eyes shut and tried to even out her breathing. The anticipation was killing her. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was and they hadn’t even begun yet. She felt exposed sitting there naked except for her high-heeled Manolos, but she was excited too.

Her stomach tightened as she waited for Charles to return. What was keeping him with the wine? Elena had felt tipsy after drinking the glasses of champagne in the restaurant, but the walk back to the apartment had been sobering.

As she thought about what she’d done on the terrace, her arousal returned with a vengeance. She was aching to reach down and touch herself, but Charles had told her not to. Her rebellious streak made her want to disobey, just to see what he would do, how he would react. Would he punish her in some way? The idea made her shiver, partly from fear, but mostly from desire—a deep-rooted yearning that she’d never acted upon and likely never would have with any other man.

When she opened her eyes, the first thing Elena saw was Charles standing in the doorway, watching her. He was leaning against the frame, sipping from his glass, his dark eyes studying her closely. A thick erection pushed out the front of his trousers, but he did nothing to hide it. Instead, his hips jutted forward in her direction as though he were proudly displaying the effect she had on him.

“What were you thinking about?” he asked, his voice a sexy rasp.

“You,” she replied without hesitation. “And what you’d do to me if I disobeyed your order.”

A low rumble tore from Charles’ throat and he pushed away from the wall, crossing the room in long, even strides. “Eager to find out? It can be arranged. Open your legs for me, Elena.”

Slowly, Elena did as instructed, baring herself to Charles. He murmured his approval then placed his wine glass on a side table. He held out the other to Elena.

“Drink,” he instructed.

Elena didn’t need to be told twice. She took a long gulp of the amber liquid, needing the added courage then placed the glass beside Charles’. Bent over with his hands on her knees, he ran his eyes over her body then looked down at her *.


“Absolutely beautiful,” he said.

He knelt down in front of her and just…looked. Elena could feel heat rise in her cheeks, but she couldn’t look away from Charles’ handsome face. It would be pointless trying to hide—he knew the effect he had on her and if there had been any doubt, the soaking wet * he was looking into was proof positive. Charles glided his hands up her thighs and pushed her legs open wider, exposing more of her * to him. He used his left hand to part her entrance and with the right, he trailed his fingers down her slit, before sliding one deep inside. Elena gasped, her head rolling back on her shoulders.

Charles didn’t stop there. He added another finger and drove them in and out, f*cking her deep. He used his thumb to massage her clit. The firm, sure strokes left Elena panting and desperate to be filled more completely. She wanted his cock—craved it. Soon she was pushing her hips forward, grinding into his hand as she tried to get his fingers deeper, tried to get his thumb to rub harder and bring her to release.

“That’s it, Elena,” he purred. “Fuck my fingers.”

Elena wondered what had happened to the talk they were supposed to have about boundaries and safewords, but Charles’ fingers sliding in and out of her body and the way he moved his thumb insistently against her clit felt too damn good. She was unable to concentrate on anything but what he was doing to her body and the response his ministrations were causing. When Charles curled his fingers inside her, his thumb pressing harder on every pass, Elena’s breathing changed, becoming shallower as the first tingling sensation of her impending orgasm began to rise within. Chasing the release, Elena moved her hips faster, harder, demanding more contact—more of everything he had to offer her.

Charles must have realised how close Elena was to coming because he quickly withdrew his fingers and her release was halted. A cry of desperation and disappointment tore from her mouth and she reached a hand down to finish what Charles had begun. She couldn’t wait any longer—she needed this. Charles grabbed her hand and snatched it away.

“Didn’t I tell you not to touch yourself? You do want to be punished, don’t you?” he drawled. There was a wicked glint in his eye as he spoke as though he was happy at the thought of having to discipline her.

“I…”

Charles didn’t let her finish. “Come with me,” he ordered, rising stiffly and reaching for Elena, bringing her with him.