Tied to the Billionaire(65)

From him, they would be a promise of future pleasure. Close your eyes. Put your hands behind your back. Lie across my knee. The last one sent a jolt to her cunt, and she forced the thought down hastily. The last thing she needed was to be getting excited in a room full of people.

But even that, even discipline—that would still be enjoyable. Instinctively she knew there would be no anger involved. No Dom would touch his sub in anger.

She would always be safe.

“Okay, now open.”

Jade opened her eyes. Her eyelids had been painted a deep green, fading to a paler shade towards her eyebrows. Beside her, the stylist was holding an eyeliner wand, ready to lean in.

“That looks great,” Leonie commented from behind a veil of blonde hair. Her stylist was creating a messy pile on top of her head, decorating it with silk roses.

Jade smiled.

I’m going up to his suite tonight.



* * * *



Her first question was answered when she stepped out of the elevator. One of his bodyguards was standing outside the door.

He’s still here then. Good.

She was still wearing the makeup from earlier, her hair still in the unfamiliar curly style. To match the eyeshadow, she had chosen a teal green satin top with an off-the-shoulder neckline, but had stuck to the black trousers and boots from the previous night. Best not to go too far outside her comfort zone.


There’ll be enough of that later.

The bodyguard eyed her as she approached. Recognition lit his eyes, but his face remained impassive.

“Could I speak to Will, please?”

“Is he expecting you?”

Good question. Is he? “No.”

The bodyguard pulled the radio from his pocket, but before he could speak, the door opened to reveal Will himself.

“Jade.”

“Will.”

Will turned to the bodyguard. “It’s all right. She can come in.”

The guard gave a brief nod, and Jade followed Will into the suite, her heart beating strangely. Maybe he was expecting me after all.

As the door closed behind her, Will turned to face her, fixing her with an intense gaze. Jade held her head up, conscious that her uncertainty was showing in her face, but also aware that Will’s expression was—not fully controlled.

He was obviously in the grip of some emotion—she could see it in his eyes, in the slight tremor in his mouth—but she couldn’t tell what.

“You came back.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes.”

“You want more of the same?”

“I want to—” Jade tripped over her words, and inwardly cursed. “I want you to push me.”

A small smile briefly lit up Will’s face before the strange emotion took over again. He looked her up and down, lingering on her cleavage.

“I will. As long as you allow me to explain what all this means for me as a Dom—and I expect the same honesty from you.”

“That’s fine.” The words sent a shiver through Jade’s body. What this means for me as a Dom?

“Good.” Another, more wicked, smile. “Then let’s begin.”





Chapter Four





“We can start with discipline.”

Discipline. There was that word again. Jade stood and watched Will, noticing how his eyes glowed as he spoke. This was clearly something he was passionate about, and the thought of being passionately disciplined sent a tingle along her nerves.

“Discipline isn’t about anger. If I’m angry about something, I talk about it. It’s for your benefit, and not just to make you a better sub. Many subs enjoy the demonstration of control.”

She had already known it, but Jade still felt her muscles relax. “What do you use?”

“That depends. I prefer physical discipline—I don’t like chaining, or isolation, and I never use food deprivation or orgasm denial. I have canes, whips and paddles, but my favourite?” A sudden flash of intensity in his eyes. “Good old-fashioned hand spanking.”

His eyes were on Jade’s face, and Jade couldn’t hide the surge of desire that hit her at his words. Hand spanking. Jesus. The image of herself over his knee was breathtaking.

“You like that, don’t you? Strip for me.”

It was a simple, casual order, but Jade found herself obeying. Before she realised it, her clothes were in a pile on the floor and Will had sat down on one of the chaise longues. He beckoned to her, and Jade moved to stand in front of him.

“Across my lap.”

His jeans were rough under her ribs. Jade rested her hands on the floor, feeling a shiver run over her skin at the exposed position. Her ass was pointed upwards, over his knee—he could touch her, caress her, spank her and she would be unable to resist.

She was completely vulnerable, and the knowledge made her tremble.

His hand was resting on the small of her back. As it glided lower, over the curve of one cheek, he spoke again, his voice low and dangerous. “Count out loud for me, Jade.”

“Yes, sir.”

The hand disappeared, and then—

“Ah! One!”

The first smack had startled the breath out of her. Before she had recovered, the second blow landed, and Jade dug her fingers into the carpet, gasping.