Most Eligible Billionaire CEO, page 73
Old insecurities creep up. “I feel so sexually inadequate.”
“What changed since a minute ago?” His boomerang question catches me off guard.
I can only answer with a one-shoulder shrug.
He stands up and approaches me, places a hand on my shoulder and uses the other hand to lift my chin.
“Does this have to do with your ex?”
I hitch a breath.
“Maybe.”
I hate myself for allowing Chance to ruin this moment.
“It took forever to clean the river of cum dripping down your legs after I released myself all over your ass like a wild animal, Arianne. Would a sexually inadequate woman do that to me?”
“Men fake it,” I say.
“Your ex must be quite the magician because even if you OD on Viagra, you can’t fake cum. Plain and simple.”
“You can fake attractiveness.”
He grabs my hand and places it on his cock. “Does this feel fake to you?”
Jesus, he’s rock hard.
“What about this?” he asks before crushing my lips in an all-encompassing kiss that steals my breath away.
“I guess not,” I say when he breaks our embrace.
“I never see a woman twice. I never have dinner with women I’ve been with. And until this morning, I had never walked into a flower shop to buy flowers for a woman who wasn’t related to me. I usually order flowers online for female staff members.”
Oh.
My.
God.
“You’re throwing a lot at me, Beckett,” I say.
“Don’t you ever question my attractiveness towards you. You hear me?”
My heart could burst right now.
“I do.”
“Can we forget about your idiot ex and get back to the program?”
“Poof!” I do a hand gesture simulating an explosion. “He’s gone.”
Beckett chuckles. “Another thing. If I didn’t think you were fucking hot, I wouldn’t have craved you all night long.” Oh, wow. “Halfway to my house, I wanted to turn my car around and go back to your place for round two.”
No way.
I grin wide.
“We’re good?” he asks.
I nod. “We’re good.”
He goes and sits on the couch.
“I want you right here.” He taps his thighs, beckoning me over.
I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with as much air as possible. I’ll need courage—and maybe a Higher Power—to go through with this.
I take a step, but he stops me with one word. “Crawl.”
Holy Jesus.
When I don’t move, he points to the floor.
I hesitate, but drop to my knees and do something I never thought I’d do in my life.
“Good girl.”
How can an act feel demeaning and powerful at the same time?
“Get on my lap,” he says when I reach him.
He helps me assume the position.
My fear turns quickly to arousal.
“You feel that?” he asks, tilting his hips up, pressing his bulge against my pussy.
“God, yes.”
“Sliding my cock between your ass cheeks last night was a beautiful thing.”
“We could have a repeat instead of you punishing me.”
“Yesterday you were a good girl. That’s not the case today.”
Two strong hands grope my ass.
I moan.
I turn my head to watch.
He wets his middle finger and with his eyes locked on mine, he slides it into my desperate pussy.
A throaty groan escapes me.
He slides his finger in and out of me before retracting it all together.
“So fucking wet for me,” he says, examining his slick finger. “I gather you’ve never tasted yourself?”
I shake my head.
“Open wide for me.”
I do.
He sticks his finger into my mouth.
“Clean it up. And I want to hear it.”
Holy dirty.
With one hand on my ass, pinning me in place, his bulge rolling against my pussy, I lick his finger clean with a series of loud slurps.
That’s all it takes to push me off the cliff.
Taken by surprise, I squeeze my thighs together as the fizz of an orgasm makes me cry out.
Oh, dear sweet Lord!
“Did you just come?” Beckett asks. The warning in his voice makes me shiver all over again.
I don’t answer.
“Arianne, I asked you a question.”
“I… well… you…” Evidently, my MBA does nothing for my ability to string a cohesive sentence together.
“Try that again.”
“It was totally unexpected,” I tell him.
“Did I tell you to come?”
“I couldn’t help it.”
“Did I tell you to come?”
“No,” I say in a meek voice.
“You disobeyed me. Again.”
“You can’t hold it against me,” I say. “How do you expect me to keep it together when you keep doing these raunchy things to me?”
“I expect you to come when I tell you to come!”
“You’re such a hardball!”
He squints and his lips form a slow grin. “Congratulations. You just got yourself an upgrade. It’s twenty slaps now.”
“Wait! What? You can’t do that!”
“My building. My office. My rules.”
Before I can plead my case, the first slap cracks against my ass.
“Shit!”
“No, baby, that’s not how this game is played,” he says. “Let’s try that again.”
Slap!
“Jesus!”
He sighs. “Arianne, I can keep doing this all night long,” he says. “Is that what you want?”
“Beckett—”
Slap!
“Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!” I yelp, kicking out my legs, the move grinding my pussy against him.
“Stop moving,” he says, pinning me in place.
Slap!
“One!” I blurt out. “That was one.”
“You’re a quick learner.”
I turn around.
His evil laugh is demonic.
“Eyes up front.”
I obey.
Slap!
“Two.”
Slap!
“Three.”
He slaps me from right below my cheeks. Quivering sensations travel all the way to my needy clit.
On and on he goes.
Each slap makes me more and more delirious.
I can’t even explain it.
Slap!
“Twelve,” I say in a shaky voice.
“You’re doing so well, baby.”
I meet his gaze. “Beckett, I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.”
“It hurts?”
“No. Yes.”
“Which is it?”
“It hurts in a good way.”
“What’s the problem, then?”
“I need to come.”
My pussy is pulsating, matching the thud of my heart. Not to mention my ass is on fire.
“I thought we already had that discussion.”
“What am I supposed to do?”
“Wait for my command.”
“But—”
“You come without my consent and we start back at one, Arianne. Your choice.”
I consider him.
He arches an eyebrow, daring me to protest.
I look away.
Slap!
“Thirteen!”
As further punishment, Beckett tilts his hips, rubbing his impossibly hard cock against my pelvis.
My clit is practically weeping.
Dear God, save me.
Between each count, I coax myself to hold on. My body is trembling like a leaf from the herculean effort it takes not to dissolve all over this man’s mighty cock.
Slap!
“Nineteen.”
One more.
Finally.
I wait expectantly, but nothing happens.
I turn my head to see what’s holding him back.
He’s just grinning at me.
“You’re playing me,” I say.
“I’m playing with you. Big difference.”
“What more do you want from me? I did everything you asked. I just want to come. I have to come. I need to come. Please let me come.”
I don’t even recognize the woman begging for sexual release.
“I wanted to make sure you were still with me.”
I open my mouth to beg some more, when his hand comes down on my ass like thunder.
Slap!
Thank you, God.
“Twenty!” I exhale.
“Don’t come yet.”
“No, no, no.”
“Yes, yes, yes.” He has no problem torturing me.
“You’re a tyrant! You said twenty! That was twenty!”
“I did.”
I watch bewildered as he lowers his head and bites my ass.
I yelp, pleasure coursing through me like a raging river.
My other cheek receives the same treatment.
Then, he starts kissing my cheeks all over.
The sensation is sublime.
“Oh dear almighty God.” The words fall out of my mouth, as my head tilts back, relishing his lewd actions.
Just when I think Beckett can’t shock me more, he does.
He spreads my ass cheeks open, sticks two fingers deep inside my dripping pussy, scoops my juices, and brings his hand coated with my slickness to his mouth.
He slides his fingers into his mouth and sucks.
There are no words to describe the veil of lust coating his blue eyes. And that lewd sound…
Don’t come.
Don’t come.
Don’t come.
He must read my mind because in a blink of an eye, his hand travels between my pussy lips until his fingers skate over my clit.
Round and round he goes.
“Yes! Thank you! Yes!”
“You’re going to give me what I want?”
“I’ll give you anything,” I tell him. “Everything.”
“Be careful. I might take you up on your offer,” he says. “Are you going to come hard for me, baby?”
“I am.”
“I’m not convinced.”
“I’m going to come so hard. So, so hard.”
“Show me you’re a good girl.”
He squeezes two fingers around my clit, trapping all the blood there and I go off like a rocket.
“Beckett! Oh, God! Beckett! Becket! Beckett! Beckett!”
Chapter 25
Beckett
The second I caught a glimpse of her sexy new look, I knew the likelihood of surviving the next sixteen days without fucking Arianne was pretty much nil. As much as I’d love to watch Rhys’s defeated face as he hands over the keys to his vintage four hundred-thousand-dollar bike, there are things I want with more fervor—like riding Arianne.
I need to dominate and own her.
I don’t know how I managed to hold back after she came so beautifully. All I wanted to do was sink balls deep inside her pussy and lose myself in there for days.
Patience.
Two weeks without sex is an eternity for a guy like me. I don’t think she would’ve survived what I was likely to unleash on her.
I never thought the day would come where I’d feel the need to mentally prepare myself to be inside a woman again.
Thanks for nothing, Rhys Hartford.
After some naughty fun, we’re now at the Quintus Hotel for dinner.
“Mr. Christensen,” Larkin says, approaching our table.
I get up to greet the elegant man who’s as tall as I am. “Larkin.” I shake the hand that’s extended to me. “It’s always good to see you.”
“Likewise,” he says. His gaze slides to the beautiful woman sitting at my table. “‘Holy Chic’ indeed,” he says with an appreciative glance. “I hope you also bought the ‘Holy Gorgeous’ t-shirt.”
I still can’t get over how the photos and headlines spread all over the internet like wildfire. My evening with Arianne went viral so fast, it dethroned the speed with which everyone was talking about my forbidden night with the pastor’s daughter.
“She’d also need the ‘Holy Freaking Smart’ t-shirt.” I add to Larkin’s cockiness.
“The whole package?” Larkin nods, already answering his own question.
“The whole package,” I tell him.
“Okay, I officially don’t know what to do with myself,” Arianne says, her cheeks flushing in a lovely shade of pink.
“Larkin Gallagher, I’d like to introduce you to Arianne Buchanan. Arianne, Larkin owns the Quintus Hotel.”
Since Arianne thoroughly enjoyed last night’s dining experience, I decided to treat her to the same level of excellence. Except tonight, we’re sitting at a corner table in Moonlight restaurant, one of the four five-star restaurants located inside the hotel.
“It’s a pleasure,” Larkin says with a slight head nod.
“The pleasure is mine,” Arianne says.
Larkin’s amber eyes bounce from mine to a blushing Arianne.
“It’s no surprise the press can’t seem to shut up about you two,” he says.
“Everything got blown out of proportion,” Arianne says.
“I disagree, Miss Buchanan. It’s not every day a notorious bad boy like Mr. Christensen steps out to a private function with a mysterious beauty.”
Arianne’s eyes widen like saucers.
I chuckle.
She looks flawless. She meticulously reapplied her makeup and smoothed down her hair. It’s still loose, flirting with her shoulders. You’d never know two hours ago I had her across my lap, submitting to my wicked ways, and begging me to let her come. I’ve never done anything like this before. My relationship with the women I work with is always strictly professional. Arianne is my rule breaker. In my defense, she’s the perfect playmate.
“I can’t stay,” Larkin says. “Since I wasn’t able to catch you yesterday, I wanted to make sure to come by.”
“Always great to see you,” I tell him.
His eyes ping-pong between Arianne and me.
“Well done, Mr. Christensen.” Larkin taps me on the shoulder. “I hope I’ll see you and Miss Buchanan at the club sometime soon. We have a theme party coming up. It could be a lot of fun.”
“What club?” Arianne asks, curiosity coloring her eyes.
“We haven’t talked about the club yet,” I say.
“I hope you’ll rectify that,” Larkin says.
“The night is still young,” I tell him.
“As it should be,” Larkin says. “Please, enjoy your dinner. Good night.”
And he’s off.
Two beefy security guards who were standing at a distance follow close behind him.
When I sit back down, Arianne leans into me. “Wow. He’s a bit intimidating.”
“He exudes power. You don’t want to mess with Larkin Gallagher.”
“Noted.” Arianne nods. “What club was he talking about?”
“Dark Compulsion.”
“Is it a dance club?”
Such innocence.
“There’s dancing, but there’s a whole lot more that happens there. Dark Compulsion is a private members’ only club located behind the hotel. It’s a place where the biggest celebrities, Hollywood’s Who’s Who, the rich and famous come for a night of no strings attached hookups with the guarantee that whatever happens behind closed doors, stays behind closed doors. There’s an understanding among members. No one is there looking for a soul mate.”
“Like a swingers’ club?”
“Some members are married and they’re into that, but a lot of members are single and looking to hook up with other singles. At Dark Compulsion you can have an illicit encounter for a few hours, a few days, or a few weeks. There are different shades of kinky, but nothing hardcore and nothing demeaning.”
“Oh,” she says with a frown.
“Women there know better than to expect forever.”
“You’re a regular?” she asks.
“Yes.”
She nods.
“I really don’t know what you see in me, Beckett,” she says so softly, if I weren’t this close, I would’ve missed it.
“Whatever shit your ex did to you to erode your self-confidence pisses me off—”
“His fiancée didn’t help.”
“Fuck them both!” I say.
A few patrons look our way.
I lower my voice. “I’m not going to lie, Arianne, I’m used to fast women.”
She winces.
“It’s easy. I don’t have to work hard for it.”
“That’s what I—”
“You didn’t drop your panties in the elevator. The same applies for the first day we officially met. You told me off on your second day at SCORE. I didn’t know what to make of you. You were a challenge.”
She smiles.
“I couldn’t resist you last night… even if I tried. Corrupting you has become my new favorite pastime.”
“You’re funny.”
“Now that Larkin has extended an invitation, I’ll have to take you as my date to the next theme party.”
“Really?”
“Don’t be so excited. You have no idea how kinky it gets.”
She gulps.
“Who thinks of these things?” Arianne asks, her eyes glued to her empty dessert plate.
“I gather you liked it.”
“I’ve died and gone to heaven.” She lets out a dramatic sigh. “I’m tempted to chain myself to this table because I’ve never tasted anything like this.”
For a minute there, I thought she was going to lick her plate clean. Then again, I don’t blame her. Moonlight’s signature dessert—chocolate chunk cookies stuffed with fudge brownies served with a heaped serving of homemade vanilla ice cream—is heavenly.
“Larkin’s motto is ‘above and beyond’. It applies to every single aspect of his many businesses.”
“No kidding.”
“More champagne?” I ask, grabbing the neck of the bottle.
“Just a little,” she says, pinching her fingers together. “The champagne is also amazing.” I top up her glass and then mine.
Larkin sent us a complimentary bottle. Although I’ve been a longtime member at his club, I doubt this is about me. My guess is, Arianne had quite the effect on him.
