Tied to the Billionaire(35)

“Do you have any idea where you are?” he asked.

Licking her lips, Hope turned to her drink in an attempt to ignore the man by her side. “I think you’ve walked into the wrong bar, Sir.”

Why did she keep calling him sir? It was like an impulse inside her that she couldn’t deny. He stroked her arm with a single finger.

She moaned as goose bumps erupted along her arm and her nipples tightened with need for him. No man had ever had this effect on her body or her mind. She didn’t know what to do or how to act.


“I’m not in the wrong place, little sub. I should have known. The moment I saw you, I knew you were a true submissive. The way you cast your eyes down and wait for my instruction is telling. If only I’d known you understood the lifestyle.”

Hope looked forward and saw their reflections in the mirror over the bar. Simon wore black while she’d decided on her red dress. They looked startling from where she looked. Her cheeks were flushed.

“I wonder if you’re a natural blonde,” he said, stroking her hair.

“I wouldn’t dye my hair.” She kept her gaze on the mirror. Staring at him would be her undoing. She knew it in the way her body responded to his mere presence.

Simon Allen was her boss and a billionaire. They were never supposed to cross paths in a club like this. She shouldn’t be drawn to a man so far out of her league.

“Stop thinking those thoughts,” he said.

“How do you know what I’m thinking?”

“It doesn’t take much to guess. I see the telling in your eyes and your body. You want me, Hope. I want you.”

She turned to him then. He was staring into her eyes. Most guys always talked to her breasts as they were large and caught their attention first. Simon stared into her eyes, showing her more respect than she’d ever received from other men.

Without waiting for an answer, Simon took her hand and led her out of the bar. She didn’t fight or argue with him. He moved past several black doors and up a set of stairs. Hope’s heart raced. The sounds of the club lessened as he led her farther and farther away. When they were alone and the sounds had disappeared, Simon opened a door and pulled her inside. In the next instant he slammed the door and pushed her against the wood with his body pressed against her.

“You’re mine,” he said.

Hope couldn’t argue as his cock pressed between her thighs. He was long, thick and hard. She felt him pushing against her core through their clothes. Wrapping her hands around his neck, she pushed towards him.

There was no fighting between them. They’d found each other and it was an acceptance of their union  .

That night Simon had made Hope his.



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Hope came out of the memory as she walked to his en-suite bathroom. She’d not known at the time that a year later Simon would be asking her to be his wife. He’d not taken another sub or grown tired of her, which was what usually happened between other Doms and subs. At least that was what she’d been told.

While they were at work, no one would know they were in a relationship together. Simon didn’t treat her any differently. When they were alone that was another matter entirely.

After three months, Simon started moving her stuff into his house. She refused to move in completely. When four months passed, she was only paying the rent on her apartment but not actually living there. Six months together, he’d bought her a car and given her a credit card.

Then last week as they were celebrating a year together Simon had asked her to be his wife. She hadn’t expected it. He was older than her but had never been married before. His proposal had shocked her. They were worlds apart and there was no way she was suitable to be his wife. Not only that, she knew he would tire of her. The subs he’d dated at the club had told her he’d moved on when he had tired of them. Simon Allen was not the settling type.

She used the bathroom and washed her hands when she finished. When she walked back into the bedroom, Simon was waiting for her.

“I didn’t give you permission to move,” he said.

His gaze moved down her body. She felt his gaze like a caress of his hands. He always made her feel touched when he looked at her like that.

“Come here.”

Hope went to him without hesitation. She did love him and had known how she felt for a long time. Her days were filled with thoughts of him. He was her dominant and the man she loved.

She stood in front of him and stared at his covered chest, waiting for his next instruction. The robe he wore kept his gorgeous body from her gaze. Hope licked her lips, once again thinking about his body. She’d loved every inch of him with her tongue. In the early days they’d explored each other, finding out what they liked and what made them squeal in excitement.

Simon loved having her hair surround them. He’d banned her from cutting her locks. The length was essential for what he liked to do to her.

“I’m going to have to punish you now, baby. Do you know why?” he asked.

“I went to the bathroom without your permission, Sir.”

Her body was already humming with excitement. She wondered what he would use—a whip, a paddle or maybe his hand. She loved his hand more than any of his other equipment.

He moved to the bed and patted his knee. Hope kept her head lowered even as a smile broke across her lips. She lowered herself over his lap. Her stomach was over his closed thighs as her breasts were over one side of his legs and her mound over the other.