Tied to the Billionaire(30)

Elena could feel the heat of the blush that covered her cheeks. “I just thought you’d want more,” she admitted. “To do more.”

Charles smiled at her warmly before stroking his fingers along her cheek. “Let’s get something straight and then I never want to hear it mentioned again, are we clear?”

Elena hesitated then nodded. “Okay.”

“You and I are perfect for one another. I knew it from the second I laid eyes on you and tonight confirmed that for me. I’ve just been waiting for you to come to that realisation. I don’t want more, because you are more than enough for me just as you are. You’ve got to quit this hang-up you have over the sex and the BDSM element to this relationship. I have no idea what you expect of it or me, but maybe you need to rethink your stance, hmm? Was it as terrible as you expected?”

Elena shook her head firmly. “It wasn’t terrible at all and I think you might be right. I do need to rethink my opinions.”

“I’m always right,” Charles said with a shrug.

Elena grabbed a pillow and whacked him over the head with it. “You can cut that shit out whenever you like.”

Charles chuckled. When she looked into his eyes, they were filled with nothing but amusement and affection.

“So have I convinced you yet?” he asked, his face losing every trace of humour. “That we’re a good match?”

Feeling braver, Elena trailed her fingers over the fine dusting of dark hair on his chest. She circled his nipple before moving her hand down his abdomen then lower, ghosting her fingertips over his cock which jerked at the touch. “Hmm. I’m not sure. I think I might need a little more persuading.”

“Is that a fact?” Charles drawled. “Then it’s a good thing we’ve got all week.” He had the sexiest, wickedest sparkle in his eyes and it made Elena shiver. Even though she was completely sated, she began to get aroused and suspected that would always be the case when she was with him. She was beginning to believe that a relationship with him could work out after all. Submitting to him had surpassed her wildest imaginings. She realised now that it had been everything she’d needed and hoped for even though she’d somehow managed to bury her desires deep within.



Chapter Eight





Charles took a bite of his almond croissant then washed it down with a swig of black coffee. He was trying to read the latest share prices in the Wall Street Journal, but he couldn’t take his eyes off Elena. She was standing at the edge of the pool with her back to him, wearing nothing but a white cotton robe, and was in the middle of a heated conversation on her cell. From what he could gather, one of her employees had f*cked up a design contract and Elena was busy ripping the guy a new one.

It was sexy as hell. He bit back a moan as his cock began to harden. Listening to her authoritative tone, he loved that she was so assertive and firm when dealing with business issues, but was willing to give up that control, just for him. Images of her bent over the bed the night before, begging him to f*ck her ass when he’d removed the butt plug he’d made her wear through dinner sent pleasure racing to his groin.

Unable to stop himself, he put down the newspaper, pulled open the tie of his robe and fisted his cock. Christ, he was always hard around her. The week they had spent together had been the best of his life.

“I don’t care if you have to get down on your knees and grovel to the woman for the rest of your damn life. Get it done!” Elena said hotly.

Biting his lip, Charles moved his hand up and down his cock with vigour. She’d better hurry up with that damn call because he needed to be inside her and he couldn’t wait for the privilege for much longer.

“Yes,” she said. “I’ll be home tomorrow. No, Greg. I already told you I’ll only be back for a few days. I’ll be doing most of my work remotely now, from France. Well, you’ll just have to get used to it. Yes. See you tomorrow. And don’t let me down. This is a big contract.”

Charles stroked harder, thrusting his hips up. He pushed his cock through his fist, the pre-cum that was leaking lubricating the way. When Elena hung up, she growled out her frustration then turned to him. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open as she took in the sight of him jacking off while watching her.

“Get over here, Elena,” Charles demanded.

She came to him instantly, willingly and didn’t that make Charles want to shoot his load.

“Take off your robe,” he instructed, tugging himself harder.

Without pause, Elena undid the tie and pulled open the folds of her robe, exposing her exquisite body to him. She slipped it off her shoulders and let it fall to her feet.

“Now sit on me,” he directed. “Ride me.”

Elena licked her lips as she walked forward and straddled his thighs. Charles was so close to the edge, he had to grip the bottom of his cock to prevent himself from coming before he even got inside her.

“Bad day at the office, honey?” he quipped as she rested her hands on his shoulders and lowered herself. Like a homing missile, his cock found its target and slid into her hot, wet depths. Charles shuddered. That was another thing he loved about her, she was always wet for him. It didn’t hurt that they’d f*cked against the wall in the shower not thirty minutes ago and the vibrator and handcuffs he’d used on her just twenty minutes before that were still sitting on her bed.