Chained to You (Dark Billionaires 3, 4)

He moved one hand to caress my cheek, which drew my attention back to him. "Not too long now," he said, a dark smile on his lips.

It was weird, wasn't it? Only a few weeks ago, I could have never imagined my life to be like this, becoming the billionaire James Maxwell's mistress because of my brother and two million dollars and being lovingly ravished by him on a daily basis.

With any other man, I was sure I wouldn't have enjoyed it as much--being with James and him kissing me and touching me and everything else we did in the bedroom. With any other man, I was sure I'd freak out and dread the forthcoming encounter and would hate every second of it. But with James, it was different. With James, I wanted him to do so many naughty, erotic things to me, things I'd never thought of or imagined before I'd met him.

I turned my attention to the streets of Las Vegas as the car sped by, a secret smile playing about my lips.

Pet.

I was James's pet. For now, I supposed that was enough for me. But I knew for certain that very soon, I'd want more. Very soon, I'd want James's love and heart as well. And if I couldn't get those, what would I do?

We arrived at the hotel some fifteen minutes later, and the moment James closed and locked the door, he eyed me with intense sexual desire.

I stood by the sofa, gazing at his chest, at the pale-blue shirt, black silk tie, black waistcoat and jacket. He was sleek and handsome--fitting for a billionaire. Oddly enough, at this very moment, with me standing here before him, I felt I was one of those girls who had caught a young, hot billionaire's eye and he'd brought back to his hotel room to have a night of erotic adventure.

That particular scenario did not sit well with me, and I was suddenly nervous and found it hard to look James straight in the eye. Indeed, I knew in my gut tonight he'd make me do things that were completely new to me, things that would turn my world upside down, things that would make me cry and experience a sort of intense sexual depth that was so far beyond my understanding I would lose myself in the process. Yes, I'd definitely be losing myself to him again tonight.

James came over to me. He took a seat on the sofa and crossed one leg over the other. The way he sat and that particular dark gaze he had informed me of his power within this erotic dance we were about to begin. The intensity of his eyes did nothing to ease my nervousness nor my racing heart.

Gosh! I had been ravished by James many times already since we'd begun our stormy, unconventional arrangement. Yet I could still never stop the nervousness from emerging every time we were about to begin our erotic sessions. Of course, the situation was made worse by the way he was looking at me with those beautiful Prussian-blue eyes of his. Not to mention that aloof, arrogant, handsome smirk playing about his lips that made my core ache with the knowledge that soon, he'd be ravishing me to his heart's content. Soon, I'd be beneath him and writhing wildly, crying and begging for more.

Then again, I had to admit when it came to James and sex, I could never guess what he'd make me do. More specifically, what he'd do to me. The fact that only last night and the night before he had made me cry while he vigorously fucked me didn't leave a doubt in my mind that there was more to come in the future. And I knew tonight was one of those future scenarios where there'd be more to come. What would he make me do this time? Would he make me cry again? Would he...?

Gosh! I was still clueless when it came to these sexual things. When I had first met with him, I'd known I wanted him to ravish me in every way he wanted, but I could never have imagined the specifics, the details.

I raised my eyes to the handsome man before me, and I wondered if I should get changed first. After all, he seemed content just sitting there watching me, his eyes dark, not uttering a word. Soon it was becoming awkward for me to just stand there before him like some mannequin on show, and I decided to take a step back.

"Strip for me, Mia," he said suddenly, which made me jump in my spot.

I blinked. "What?"

He smiled darkly, his eyes twinkling. "Strip for me."

I folded my arms across my chest and frowned. "Why?" I asked.

He chuckled. "Because I want to see you strip, and I want to see that lingerie on you."

I blushed immediately at the sudden reminder of that flimsy lingerie he'd ordered me to wear.

"All right," I said, feeling embarrassed all of a sudden. "But don't laugh because I don't look good in it."

Of course, I'd preferred I didn't have to show him the see-through, sexy lingerie on me, but I knew I had no choice in the matter. If I were to refuse him, I knew I'd displease him. The result wouldn't be good.

I moved to unzip the back, but of course, it was difficult. My slow and awkward progress must have amused as well as irritated him, because he called out, "Come over here."

I sighed and reluctantly stepped over to him.

Standing mere inches from him and with my back to him, I bent my knees so my back was level with his eyes. Once he managed to unzip my dress halfway, I said, "Thanks," and shrugged the material down my shoulders.

He watched me intensely as I slowly slipped it down the rest of my body, and the moment the garment hit the floor around my feet, I held my breath. My stomach kept flipping in nervousness as I waited impatiently for James to say something.

He didn't, which made me even more nervous. I concentrated and tried to stay calm by keeping my mind off how awful I must look.

Sure, James had seen me naked many times before. Though, he did say he liked my body and that I looked better with nothing on... So me in this sexy garment, a type of garment that was meant to enhance and entice--what did he think now? Did it enhance my body, which in turn enticed him into wanting to make love to me?

Oh God! I didn't know, and the look on his face didn't tell me much. No, I was deluding myself there. The fact that he was staring at me with such intense sexual desire in his eyes that it made my breath catch at the back of my throat did tell me something, and that was the garment did its job.

Gosh! Now I wanted to see what I looked like. Then I promised myself there and then that I'd take a look at myself in the mirror tomorrow, when James wasn't around, when he was at work, and when I was here all alone so I could scrutinize myself in detail.

James wrapped his hands around my waist, which made me jump at the sudden contact. Then he pulled me closer to him, embracing me, my flat belly right in his face. He leaned forward and gave my stomach a kiss, gently and slowly, as if he were savoring the moment. Then he gave me kisses there again and again while his hand caressed around my backside, his fingers playing and intertwining with my panties. I groaned in delight as my core twisted and burned with need.

"Come here," he demanded, pulling me so that I sat on his lap.

I made myself comfortable, and once I did, he started kissing me again, this time on my lips, his mouth and tongue wild and passionate.

His tongue was stroking and licking against mine, exploring my every grove and lining, which was driving me insane. I wanted more... more kisses... more wildness... more James Maxwell.

"Mmm..." I groaned. "Mmm... Ahh..."

When he finally terminated our kiss, I was breathless and dazed. My body buzzed with sexual heat, while my core burned for him. I knew I was ready for him, and I knew my panties were already soaked.

James must have suspected, because he palmed me there, and I groaned in excitement at the sudden contact.

"Hmm..." I closed my eyes as I rested my forehead on his shoulder. "James."

The arrogant billionaire chuckled. "You're so wet," he said. "Aren't you an eager little pet?"

I raised my eyes to his, and I knew I must have had that particular radiant look on my face, telling him I was ready to be ravished again.

"Now, now," he said teasingly. "Be patient, darling. That time will come soon enough."

There was a twinkle within his eyes that I didn't miss, nor the fact that he was amused as well as pleased with my reaction.

"Now then..." he said, his tone darker

and more serious, which alerted me that something was up.

Chapter 19

Mia

I wasn't wrong when he turned his attention to my breasts. My body just reacted immediately and flared with this intense sensation as James touched my right nipple through the flimsy material of the lingerie. I started hyperventilating as he continued to roll the bud between his finger and thumb, hard, pressuring the flesh until it was more than a little sore.

"James!" I gasped out breathlessly.

"Your breast is very sensitive now, isn't it?" he stated bluntly.

I shook my head in response. No, I had no idea my breasts had become so sensitive to his touches. It was hurting, yet it was deliciously beautiful and pleasurable as well.

"Ahh..." I groaned. "James, it's--"