The Billionaire’s Bet: A Risky Raise
Copyright 2013 Clarissa Wild
Julie Valentine has chosen to stay with hot billionaire Dominic Fury, despite the fact that he has
unresolved issues from his past. She’s falling for him and can’t resist his charms any longer. Passion
and love are plentiful in their relationship and it gives her inspiration for her books.
But their future together is shrouded by a past filled with dark secrets. Dominic’s choice to hide
important facts put a strain on their relationship, but when Julie uncovers them she’s thrown into a
dangerous plot; one that could lead to her death.
This is part 3 of The Billionaire’s Bet and contains about 16.500 words.
This story contains hot, explicit sex and BDSM play, M/F. For 18+ adults only.
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Chapter 1
The three cards lay spread out on the table, showing only the backside. The ones in my hand
were all that I needed to know I’d win this time. Each time Dominic flipped one around, he glanced at
me, his predatory eyes slipping down my ever decreasing amount of clothes.
If you could call these clothes.
Dominic had insisted I wore a skimpy skirt with a latex top underneath my shirt, so that he’d be
able to peel it all off, one by one. The shirt was already gone, and from time to time I spotted him
eyeing my breasts that almost spilled out of the latex.
He was still in his white button-up tee and smooth black pants. Some of the buttons were loose,
showing a bit of bulky chest that enticed me. I hadn’t been able to make him take any of it off, except
for his tie which hung loose from his neck. He’d won all the hands thus far.
He flipped another card. “I raise you twenty,” he said. He licked his lips as he chucked the chips
toward the pile in the middle.
I rolled my eyes. Fine, I’ll go along with your petty bluff.
With pursed lips and a cold hard face I pushed my chips forward. “Fifty.”
His lips quirked up into a smile. “I like a challenge.” He nudged a few more chips forward and
then flipped the last card.
Yes! Full house.
I guess I was unable to withhold a smile from turning up on my face, because Dominic let out a
small chuckle. “You first,” he said.
I opened my cards and put them on the table, biting my lip because I knew I had to win this one.
Now it was finally my time to strip him of his clothes, which looked yummy on him, by the way.
I already stood up to claim my victory, but he held up his hand and put his cards down on the
table for me to see. “Sit down,” he said.
“What?” I yelled. “Four of a kind? Are you kidding me? I had this!”
He laughed, and brushed his fingers through his thick honey blond hair. “Tough luck, Julie.”
I slumped back down and sighed. “Fine … you win.”
“I always win,” he said with a gruff voice.
Looking at him, I couldn’t help notice he checked which piece of my outfit to remove next. He bit
his lip and took in a sharp breath. “Take off your top.”
I pursed my lips and slowly unhooked the straps of my top, teasing him by buying time.
“Rip it off,” he said with a growl.
I rolled my eyes and chuckled, but did what he asked anyway. In one go I tore away the top, my
nipples hardening from the fabric that made rough contact with them. I threw it on the floor as my
boobs bounced from my movement. His bright blue eyes narrowed gawking at my exposed flesh.
“Hmm…” he hummed.
He placed his palms on the table and spread his arms wide, pushing himself up from his chair.
“What are you doing, Dom? We’re not finished yet. I want to get a chance to beat you, and I’m
not fully naked yet, so this strip poker session of ours isn’t over yet.”
“I decide when it’s over, and I say it’s over now.”
His firm hands clenched around the table edges, his broad muscles tensed up, and with one big
push he shoved the table aside. With a menacing stride he came toward me, his hands reaching for my
body.
“I won and you’re mine now,” he growled.
I squealed when he lifted me up from the chair and took my nipple into his mouth, sucking it. I
moaned when he squeezed my boobs, biting down softly on my sensitive spot.
He left my nipples puckered up, and then lifted me further, putting me over his shoulder.
“Hey, what are you doing?” I yelped.
Smack! Smack! His hand came down on my butt cheeks twice.
“Ah!” I hissed from the sudden burn.
“Claiming my prize,” he said.
He went up the stairs with me dangling from his shoulder. After he reached the playroom, he put
me down on a chair and breathed heavily, while taking off his tie. He made a noose and wrapped it
around my chest, securing me to the chair from behind. He was so close now; I could almost touch the
stubble on his jaw. I could smell his cologne wafting through the air surrounding us; it entranced me.
“What are you planning to do to me?” I asked.
“We’re in the playroom, Julie. I demand you call me master. And I plan on doing whatever I
desire.”
His words brought a flush to my cheeks. He jerked my legs open, and then hooked his fingers
under the lace of my skirt. “Push up.”
I raised my butt, and then he ripped down the rest of my ensemble, leaving me completely naked.
Dominic clasped my ankles to the chair, and then my wrists. I was completely jammed between two
types of wood now, one was keeping me in place, and the other was one I would gladly receive.
Taking a few steps back, he looked at me, his hand grazing along his jaw as if he were admiring
artwork. “Ravishing,” he mumbled.
He walked toward the equipment hanging from the wall. From all the floggers, he picked a whip
with a flat leather end. “I want to try out something today. Push you to your limits and hopefully
further. You know the stop word, right? Say it.”
“It’s red, master.”
He chuckled softly. “Good.”
He came toward me with steady, paced movement, making me shudder from the way he flicked
the whip in his hand. He circled around the chair, his free hand caressing my skin as he went. My
breath faltered with each of his steps. Oh, this feeling of utter submission was invigorating.
And then the whip came down on my inner thigh. I screamed from the delicious agony. I wasn’t
expecting this, but it wasn’t as harsh as I’d thought. It was sharper, burned more, but wasn’t painful.
More like a sting, just like when he’d bitten my nipple.
The leather caressed the skin it had hit. It moved up and down in soft strokes, soothing my thighs.
“How did that feel, Julie?”
“Painful, master.”
“Good or bad.”
I took a moment to think, but then decided. “Good.”
He muffled a laugh. “That’s what I thought.”
He moved the whip along my leg. Then it went up toward my sex. I gasped as he circled my
privates with the same tool that could inflict pain. It aroused me to be at the mercy of his desire to
torment me. He took off the whip, and then it came down harsh on my left nipple. I squealed from the
sharp pain, and my nipple instantly hardened.
“That’s it. Scream, baby.”
The whip came down again, this time on my other breast, making me jerk on the chains.
“Feel it. Feel the pain. Let it give you pleasure,” he said, grunting.
With the leather he smoothed across my skin. I watched him bite his lip as he caressed my entire
body with it. It was a game. Dominance was a power play to him. One that visibly turned him on.
“Can you handle it?” he asked.
“Yes, master.”
“Good.” Before I could react, the whip came down on my sex.
I cried out from the sharp pain. It tingled my nerve endings, buzzing underneath my skin.
With the whip he caressed my aching skin, soothing my pussy. He brushed it along my labia, and
carefully spread them apart, exposing my clit. Circling the hard end of the leather around my nub, I
couldn’t help but close my eyes and heave a sigh.
That was intense. But still delicious.
“You see, now? Pain is not bad. Pain is nice,” he said, and then he walked toward the cabinet at
the other end of the room. I looked up and saw him attach something to the whip, but I didn’t know
what it was until he came back.
Something tiny and round, made of latex, and it hummed.
A vibrator?
Dominic stood behind me and rested his head on my shoulder. His arms were around me, and he
pushed the whip against my pussy. I moaned.
Oh, dear God, yes!
It vibrated against my knob, making me spread my legs apart further. I wanted to feel more of
this.
“I want to see you come,” Dominic whispered into my ear. I was hypnotized by his scent and
voice.
Dominic kissed me softly on my jaw. His lips brushed along my neck and shoulder, leaving
small pecks. He rubbed the vibrator up and down my pussy, sometimes pushing further into my
opening. He spread my moist all over my sex and used it to increase his speed.
“Oh, master, more, faster,” I muttered.
The vibrator disappeared. My eyes jerked open as the whip came down, flat side first, on my
sex.
I yelped and jolted up in my seat. His strong hand was on my chest, keeping me in place. He
gripped my boob tight and pinched my nipple. “Beg me,” he said.
“Master, please, I need more,” I stammered.
He chortled in my ear. “Such a good girl.”
The vibrator was pushed against my nub again, and I moaned loudly. The soft buzzing was an
odd, but amazing feeling, combined with the sizzling pain of the spank he just gave me.
“Open your mouth,” he said. I did what he asked, and then he put the end of the flogger he was
holding in my mouth. “Bite down and hold it there.”
I frowned. “What?” I barely managed to bring out the word as my tongue was pushed down by it.
“I want you to pleasure yourself,” he said, and then he walked to the front.
Keeping his eyes on me, I felt embarrassed sitting here with the vibrator firmly pushed into my
sex, and biting down on the flogger that it was attached to. He licked his lips again, and a sly smile
appeared on his face when he saw me struggle to hold on.
Then he started unbuttoning his shirt further.
What is he doing? What am I supposed to do? Just go on like this?
The vibrator hummed against my sex, though I could feel it less than when he was doing it.
Meanwhile, I watched him take off his shirt and unzip his pants. It was hard to swallow away the
lump in my throat. He took off everything he was wearing, showing me his fully erect glory as he just
stood there, watching my flushed face.
He went to the cabinet and got a bottle of lubricant that he smeared all over his hands. He
walked back to stand in front of me, and his member twitched in front of my eyes. His hand drifted to
his cock and soon he was stroking it. Smoothing the lube over his shaft, he hissed and looked me in
the eye.
“I’m going to come so hard and you’re going to watch me do it,” he said. “But first, I want you to
come.”
His fingers slipped back and forth across his member, slowly easing into the feeling. I moaned,
the vibrator moving closer to my nub. I was the one holding the power over my own pleasure now,
and he’d teased me so much that I really wanted it. I wanted to do what he asked, to come, I needed it.
“Yes, Julie, do it!” he growled.
Dominic’s hand rubbed his cock fiercely, jerking it off. It twitched and became redder in his
hands. Back and forth, faster, even faster.
The humming sensation became too much for me to bear. My teeth were clenched around the
stick as I tried holding on, my climax building. When I came I screamed, the sound muffled by the
whip. My body convulsed in the chair, and I looked at Dominic who was heavily shaking as well. He
arched his back, and suddenly cum shot out. It spilled out onto my breasts. He groaned, and more
came spurting out, but I didn’t care. My orgasm was heavy and titillating, I was succumbing to the
numbing feeling.
“Ah …” he muttered. He took in large breaths, his cock deflating. The cum drizzled down my
body, and I panted.
He took the whip from my mouth and placed it on the cabinet. With him he took two pegs and
snapped them open for me to hear the sound. My eyes widened. There were chains attached to the
pegs and small round weights hung from them.
“Dom … what are those?” I said.
“Clasps with a little extra fun.”
“But—”
“Shh … I’m not done with you yet.” He came toward me and grabbed my breasts. Slap! I
flinched and closed my eyes as his hand came down on my breast. Then the other. His fingers twisted
my nipples, and I yelped.
Then he attached the pegs. I hissed and moaned at the same time.
“I’m going to drop the weights now … you’ll like it, trust me,” he whispered. He lowered his
hand and released the weights slowly, making them hang from my nipples. Oh, the pain. It was a
constant, aching burn that spread across my entire torso, but set my nerves ablaze as well.
“See?” he hummed.
He sank to his knees and pushed his hands under my butt, lifting me. I moaned from the sudden
movement, the weights swaying back and forth, as he gripped me tight and pulled me closer to him.
“I want to taste you,” he said. Then his head dove in between my legs.
Oh my God!
He nuzzled my sex, licking it fervently. His tongue went back and forth across my labia, circling
around my nub. Faster and faster.
“Oh … oh, master,” I stammered.
His kisses and licks became more agile as he swiveled sideways. He grabbed the weights and
jerked them down, making me scream. He muffled a growling laugh into my pussy, the vibrations
sending me into total ecstasy.
Oh, the deliciousness is just too much.
“Yes, Julie. I need you to come again,” he said, coming up for air.
He sucked on my knob while pulling on the chains, stressing my nipples. The combination of the
pain and stimulation became too much. I yelped and moaned at the same time as the waves crashed
into me again. My muscles clamped, and I could feel my moisture flowing into his mouth. He licked
me even more voraciously.
“Hmmm,” he muttered, as he rose up again.
“Look, Julie.” His cock was fully erect again. “Time for another go.”
He ripped loose the tie that was around my chest, smearing his cum everywhere. Then he freed
my wrists and ankles with a tug, and he lifted me off the seat. The weights swayed more than before,
pulling and twisting my nipples. I opened my mouth, but he silenced me with a kiss. His lips were
rough and devouring. His tongue slipped inside and circled around mine, as he pushed me against the
red wall of the playroom.
“I need to be inside you … now,” he whispered, leaning his head against mine.
Dominic lifted one of my legs as he crashed into me.
I squealed from the sudden entry, his member thick and forceful. He thrust inside me, the
slickness of his cock giving me more pleasure. I wanted to keep the weights from thumping up and
down, but Dominic pulled my hands away. “Don’t touch them.” He placed my arms around his neck,
and continued to pump me.
With my back scraping against the wall, my hands on his sweat back, my chest covered in his
seed, I made love with this hungry wolf a man. And it was the best sex I could imagine.
He strengthened his grip around my butt, squeezing his fingers into my flesh. His eyes flicked
back and forth from my bouncing boobs to my lustful eyes. He drove into me a couple more times,
groaning louder every time, before exploding inside me. I could his member pulsating inside.
He panted, and rested his head against my forehead, his eyes closed. My legs fell down to the
ground, and he let his head slip to my shoulder. His arms brushed mine as his hand slipped up to my
back and pulled me into his embrace. I could hear his heartbeat, feel it against my chest, as he
slumped against me.
“Jesus …” Dominic muttered.
I snorted. He started laughing. He held me tight and buried his nose into my hair. We were a hot
mess, but neither of us cared. We loved each other’s company and affection. That was all that
mattered.
Chapter 2
Dominic cleaned off the toys we’d used with a special sanitizer. He asked me to wait in the hall,
right in front of the bathroom, while we were both still naked. I knew we were out of the playroom,
but I had trouble figuring out when he was still my master, and when he was just Dom.
When he was done, he turned on the water in the bathtub, threw in some oil, and let it fill
completely.
“Come,” he said, and he held out his hand. The look in his eyes was so soft and genuine, as if he
was infatuated.
I stepped forward and took it. He led me into the bathtub, and when I sat down, he nudged me a
little forward. He sat down right behind me, and I could feel his warm body pressed against my back.
He grabbed a bottle and rinsed off my body with a luscious soap. It was nice to feel his hands on
me in such a loving way. I didn’t want it to end, but of course, we couldn’t stay in the tub forever.
He put his head on my shoulder and wrapped his arms around me. The water soothed and
comforted my still sensitive skin.
“I have a surprise for you,” he whispered into my ear. I turned around to look at him, searching
his eyes for a clue.
“Ah, ah, keep your head straight, or I won’t give it to you,” he said.
I rolled my eyes, but turned around again to face the wall. Always teasing me.
“I know you said you wanted to be loved more. To be in a relationship. Well, to me, as a dom, a
relationship is defined by a mark.”
Did he just say ‘a mark’? I’d read about this in the contract I’d signed with him, about him being
able to mark me. To make me completely his. Was this it?
Dominic reached over the tub and pulled out something from underneath. I tried not to peek. He
pulled out a leather strap with rings attached to it and a small heart shaped diamond. He showed it to
me and then strapped it around my neck.
“It’s a collar. I had it custom made for you.”
I swallowed when he fastened it with a click. My hand instinctively went to the leather collar,
feeling the material that was closed around my skin. It was soft, the rings were cold and the heart
shaped diamond locket hung down my neck like a necklace.
“It fits beautifully,” he murmured, and he kissed my shoulder. “Here, take a look,” he pulled
open a small cabinet standing beside the bathtub, and pulled out a tiny mirror, which he gave to me.
I held in front of me and stared at the piece bound around my neck. Now I was truly his. This
was a token of possession. Bound by him, to him.
“Does it scare you?” he said.
I shook my head, and I could feel the material move with me.
“You don’t have to wear it permanently. Not yet, at least. I want you to get used to it, but only
when you’re comfortable with it. You can take it off any time you want, but remember to push
yourself to your limits; otherwise you’ll never experience being a true sub.”
I nodded.
He kissed me on my cheek and put his arms around me, just below my breasts. “I hope you like
it. Giving you this means a lot to me. I wouldn’t give this to just anyone. It means—”
“That I belong to you,” I interrupted him.
“Exactly.” He buried his head into my shoulder and left tiny pecks on my skin. It felt strange to
wear this thing, a collar, because I knew it could be used as a way to subdue me, to force me into
submission. But I also knew it meant love. It was his way of loving me, of showing me he wanted
more than just sex. I was really becoming his.
When we came out of the bathtub, Dominic led me to the playroom again and told me to wait. He
was already fully dressed, but I was still naked and shivering. He grabbed something out of the
drawer and held it up for me.
“I want you to wear this today, underneath your clothes,” he said. It was a bra with thick patches
on the inside that weren’t noticeable on the outside.
“What’s that?”
“It gives pleasure to your nipples whenever I use my telephone.”
I flushed and bit my lip hearing that. He handed me the bra, and I put it on.
“Here, wear this too,” he said, and he gave me an elegant black dress. “I want you to always
look your best.”
When I was fully dressed, he kissed me on my temple. “I’ll be off to work now. You have my
permission to write your books.”
I chuckled. “Great. Finally some alone time,” I said with a wink.
“Oh, don’t count on it, Julie. Alone time is sparse when you’re living with me.” He winked.
“Anyway, I’ll see you later,” Dominic said, and he ran down the stairs and closed the door behind
him.
I spent the rest of the day writing my books, sipping tea and eating expensive cookies like a rich
guy’s housewife. Sometimes I couldn’t help gloat from that thought. And even though we had our ups
and downs, I still thought I was lucky to have Dominic all to myself.
Suddenly my boobs started vibrating.
I squealed and almost knocked over my tea. I looked down at my bra, and felt the patches
underneath buzz against my nipples.
Oh dear lord.
The phone rang, and I had trouble picking it up as the titillation on my breasts was sending
shocks down to my privates.
“Hello?” I said, my voice wavering.
“Where are you?” The sound of his dark voice was all I needed to recognize him.
“I’m in the living room,” I said, my cheeks glowing from the vibration still going on against my
boobs.
He chuckled. “Do you like the vibrator against your nipples?”
I flushed. He was in his office and he felt the freedom to talk like that? Did he have that much
privacy that he could just call me up and have phone sex with me?
“Yes,” I said. “It’s … different.”
“Hmmm …” he said. “I like different. Makes life much more exciting. Now, I want you to caress
yourself.”
I swallowed. “What? Where?”
“Julie. Don’t forget to call me master. Just because I’m gone, doesn’t mean the rules change.”
“Yes, master.”
“Good. Play with yourself down below. I have one rule however; you must not come unless I tell
you to.”
I bit my lip and let my hands sink down my body. I stared at the laptop screen in front of me,
while my hand dove between my legs.
“Are you fondling with yourself?” he asked.
I let my fingers slide up and down my labia. The feeling, mixed with the vibrations against my
breasts, was exhilarating. “Yes, master.”
He chortled. “Let me hear it. Let me hear you enjoy yourself.”
My cheeks got redder by the second. I moaned into the telephone as I stroked my clit. My panties
were still in between, but I could still feel it, and it was quickly turning me on. Moisture built up
between my folds.
Dominic groaned. “Nice. You know, I’m playing with myself too, right now. Just thinking about
you makes me want to come.”
My eyes widened, and the mere thought of him jerking himself sent shivers down my spine.
“Go upstairs. To the playroom.”
“Okay, master.”
I did what he asked and went upstairs, using the banisters to keep myself from slipping. The
delicious humming was throwing me off balance.
When I reached the playroom I looked around. “Okay, now what, master?”
“Grab the pink vibrator and use it on your clit, but remember, you can’t come.”
I took a deep breath and grasped for the vibrator lying on the table. I nudged my dress up and
pushed the vibrator against my pussy.
My breaths became faster and faster as it worked my sensitive spot.
“Yes, Julie, pleasure yourself. Come on, let me hear you,” he said with a growl.
I moaned at the sound of his voice and the humming against my folds. The buzzing in my bra
became more intense as he upped the volume. I panted, feeling my core heat up. The moisture slowly
dripped down my legs as I circled the yummy thing against my knob.
“Bring yourself to the brink, but do not come or I will punish you,” he commanded.
I had trouble not climaxing right at that time, but I forced myself to do what he asked. I wanted to
give him what he wanted and I wanted to show him that I could do it. My breaths became hisses and I
couldn’t stop the moans escaping my mouth.
Dominic groaned, and I could hear squishy sounds on the other end of the line. I imagined he
used lube and was rubbing himself quite harshly.
“Now stop,” he said.
The vibrator dropped to the floor. My muscles were strained. I could feel my nub pulsate, and I
wanted to come so badly, but knew I couldn’t. He quit right before I exploded.
Oh, the sweet agony.
“Insert the vibrator. Then go downstairs and put on your coat. There will be a limo waiting for
you.”
“What?” I muttered.
“Do what I say, Julie.”
I flushed, knowing that I had to get into a car with a vibrator inside me. “Yes, master.” This
would surely be embarrassing.
“And turn on the vibrator. I don’t want it off.”
I swallowed away the lump in my throat and pushed the vibrator deep inside. Then I turned it on
and I could feel my body aching to release itself.
I gasped and stood up, feeling woozy from the vibrations that came from all around.
“Now, when you arrive at the casino, I want you to sit down at a slot machine somewhere and
enjoy yourself, both physically and mentally. Put the phone back in your purse. I’ll see you at the
casino. I can’t wait to get my hands on you …”
“Yes, master.”
I clicked the off button and put the phone back into my purse. The vibrations in my nipples had
stopped. Shuddering, I patted my dress, went downstairs and put on my coat. Dominic was right;
when I opened the door, a limo was already waiting for me. The driver held the door open, as I
scooted inside and tried not to look stupid, while the vibrator moved up and down inside me.
The buzzing kept me on a strange high. I could barely keep my legs together as the car drove
downtown. Sometimes I little gasp or moan escaped my mouth, and I knew he could hear it. Still, I
tried to keep quiet and pretend everything was okay. Of course it wasn’t; on the inside I was begging
to be released.
When we arrived at the casino, he let me out of the car, and I wobbled toward the entrance. I
stepped inside and noticed people looking at me. They probably saw my red face and the awkward
way I walked.
Oh, dear God, that buzzing between my legs makes me want to come right here, right now.
I was on the brink of just doing it, only I knew I wasn’t allowed.
I sat down on the nearest stool of a slot machine and opened my legs a little to give it more room.
I was trembling, my body wanting to push me over the edge. Closing my eyes, I forgot about all the
people next to me and focused on the feeling itself.
Then I felt a strong hand on my shoulders and fingers digging into my skin. “I give you
permission now. Come for me, Julie. Do it with only the sound of my voice.” His warm breath near
my neck was all it took.
I let out a gasp, and my mouth opened by itself as the shockwave crashed into me. I knew my
body was convulsing, but he kept me in place with his hands on me. My head leaned against his chest,
and he supported my back as I came harder than I ever had. This delaying of my climax had made it so
much more powerful, much more intense. It was almost the best feeling in the world, and for a
moment I was oblivious to everyone around me except for him.
The vibrator still went on inside me, but it ached much less now that I had finally released. I let
out a huge sigh as he turned me around in my seat.
“How was that?” Dominic asked.
“Hmmm …” was the only thing that came from my mouth.
He laughed. “Delaying an orgasm always makes it better,” he whispered, close to my ear. “And
doing it in plain sight makes it so much more exciting.”
He took my hand and left a quick peck, before pulling me up from the seat. “Come. I have more
in store.”
“More?”
Dominic laughed and smiled wickedly. He dragged me to a corner where there was a locked
door. Fishing the keys from his pocket, he opened the door, pulled me inside and closed it behind us.
We were in a huge bathroom, and Dominic turned the keys in the lock again, locking us in.
“You did wonderful back there,” he said. “Letting the world see your beautiful orgasm without
being ashamed.”
He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me with passion. He became more fiery and bolder,
licking my lips. It quickly turned into a devouring kiss, and I could feel his cock springing up against
my dress.
His fingers slipped under and nudged my panties aside. I gasped as he pulled out the vibrator in
one go, letting my fluids drip down my legs. He held it up and looked at it. “Hmm … nice and juicy.”
He placed it on the sink and reached for his pocket, but then turned me around at the same time,
preventing me from seeing what he was doing. He brushed aside my hair and left a kiss on my
shoulder. I could hear the rattling of chains and then a soft click. Something was attached to my collar.
“You wore it all day. I admire your devotion. Now, get down on all fours,” he said with an
insistent voice.
I swallowed, but did what he asked. The chain pulled on my neck, tightening my collar. He held
the chain like a leash, while he slid his hand up my dress and pushed it over my butt.
“God, this dress you’re wearing makes me horny,” he murmured.
I shrieked when he ripped down my panties and tore them apart at the seam.
“Put your hands on the floor, but keep your butt up,” he said.
I could hear his belt buckle coming loose and a zipper going down. “Your master’s gonna fuck
you hard now.”
I could feel his legs come down around me as the grip on the chains tightened. Without warning
he thrust inside. I yelped, as he went in and out of my pussy with hard strokes. Push and pull, push and
pull. Each time he entered me from behind, again and again.
“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to fuck you here?” he said.
I shook my head and moaned as he kept on pumping harder. He pulled back the chains on my
collar, making my head tilt backward. I loved how controlling and demanding he was.
He crashed into me, and I could feel my insides yearn for him. I was quivering, my body ready to
go again. The heat built up in my groin again, and I loved our rough lovemaking.
Then suddenly he pulled back an didn’t thrust back in. I gasped and tried to look at him, but
could barely turn my head. With his cock gone from my aching entrance I felt empty and needed more.
“Don’t worry, babe. I’ve got something else to fill you up nicely.”
He snatched the vibrator from the sink and turned it on again. I could hear the buzz before I felt it.
He pushed it deep inside me and turned it around and around, nudging against my walls. I moaned
loudly, and he chuckled.
“Now, now, you that into it?”
“Oh, yes …” I muttered.
He laughed and let go of the vibrator, leaving it inside me.
“Keep that thing there. I don’t want you pushing it out. Again, don’t come unless I tell you to.”
He released the chains around my neck, stood up and walked up to my face. “Sit up.”
I did what he asked and felt my muscles clamp around the thing inside me, making the buzzing
even more delicious. I looked up and saw his cock, which was the only naked skin visible, twitch in
front of my eyes.
Dominic nudged back the fabric of his pants and grabbed the chains again, pulling me up to meet
his thick, rigid shaft.
“Open wide.”
His member nudged against my mouth, making me open it. He gently pushed it inside, and I could
taste my own sweetness. His cock pulsed inside my mouth as I licked and kissed it.
Dominic groaned and pulled on the chains, coaxing me to further take him in. I loved it.
The vibrator still hummed inside me, making me moan, as I tried to withhold the orgasm.
“Hmmm …” Dominic murmured. The chain was tightened once more, and he thrust inside my
mouth. He was almost fucking my mouth, helping me suck him.
The tremors in my pussy became too much to bear, and I could no longer hold it.
Holy crap, this is too good.
“Dominic, I can’t …” I muttered.
“Alright, I’ll let you come,” he said. “But only this time.”
He wasn’t even finished talking yet or I could already feel the waves of ecstasy washing over
me. It came, wave after delicious wave, enwrapping me in a feeling of pure bliss. All while Dominic
pulled the chain, forcing me to lick him.
“Shit, I’m going to come, too,” he said.
Before I knew it, his seed shot down my throat. It was warm and salty and streamed down. He
grunted as his cock quivered. I swallowed, and more cum came out of him.
He panted, and his cock soon deflated in my mouth. He let go of the chains and sank to his knees.
Breathing heavily, he took my head in his hands and pulled me closer to him.
“Oh, Julie … you’re too good for me,” he whispered. “You make every fantasy of mine come
true.”
I was in an awkward position, my head lying on his chest, while my butt was still raised. That,
and the fact that there was still a vibrator going on and on inside me.
“Yeah, it’s pretty amazing for me too, but um …” I said, chuckling a bit. I looked into his bright
blue eyes, and they stared back at me, wondering what I meant. I used my fingers to point at my ass.
“Oh … oh, yes,” he said, a flush appearing on his cheeks. He crawled out from under me and
pulled the vibrator from my pussy. I gasped.
“Sorry,” he said. “Totally forgot about it.”
I chuckled. “A vibrator is never a bad thing to feel.”
“True.” He laughed. “You can sit normal again. Relax. I’m done for now.” He winked at me
when I lowered my butt and smoothed my dress back down.
Dominic stood up and started cleaning the toy using some water and toilet paper, while I
straightened my clothes and patted my hair back down. When he was done he put his arms around me
and kissed me on my cheek.
“That was quite the carnal sex,” he said, laughing. “Are you sure you’re fine with everything I
do? I feel like I’m pushing you too much.”
Taking off the chain, he nuzzled my neck and sniffed, probably smelling the leather around my
neck.
“No … It’s quite the opposite, actually. I like it. I’ve never had a man want me so much he’d go
to such lengths to get me.”
He smiled and kissed my earlobe gently. “I’d hunt you down if I have to.”
His words made my heart jump.
“I need you in my life, Julie. No matter how much I kept telling myself that I shouldn’t, I can’t
stop it anymore. You are perfect for me, in every way.”
I smiled and turned my head to look into his beautiful blue eyes. “Will you let me in then? Into
your heart and your life?”
He lightly brushed his lips against mine. “You’re already in deep, babe.”
Chapter 3
When we came home, Dominic took my coat, and when his fingers brushed my shoulder, the
flame in my belly was rekindled.
“I’ve asked my assistant to make us dinner, so you could relax. After what I put you through
today, I figured you might be tired.” A sly grin flashed by, and I tried to suppress a smile, thinking
about all the dirty things we did today.
“I hope you like spaghetti,” he said.
“Heck, yeah, that’s my favorite dish!” I said. I took off my leather collar, because I wanted to
feel my own skin again and Dominic had said it was okay. I placed it on the table beside the door and
brushed my fingers along my freed skin.
Suddenly the doorbell rang, and Dominic went to answer.
“No, I don’t take packages personally. Bring it to the clerk; he’ll put it in my mailbox. I’ll get it
later.”
He brushed his fingers through his hair and frowned. Then his eyes widened. “What? Are you
sure?” He let out a sigh and grated his teeth. “Fine, bring it up.”
He slammed the phone down and opened the door. Moments later a man came to deliver a
package. “I’m sorry, sir. He insisted I’d bring it personally.”
I looked up and watched the two. Dominic nodded and took a deep breath, before taking the
package from his hands. The man’s fingers were shaking. He turned around and left so quickly, I
thought he wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.
What’s going on?
Dominic turned around. I could see his face again. His brows were furrowed, his lips pursed and
pointing downward. As he unwrapped the package and opened the box, his pupils dilated.
“What’s in it, Dom?”
His mouth opened, but nothing came out. His hands were trembling, and I could see he had
trouble holding onto the box. Jamming the lid back on, he said, “Nothing. You’ll have to eat dinner by
yourself, Julie. I have to go.”
“What? Why?”
He stomped away to grab his coat. The box was still firmly clenched between his fingers.
“Dom, tell me, please. What’s happening?”
Just before he walked out the door, he turned around to me. “Listen … don’t go anywhere. Don’t
talk to anyone. Just don’t do anything until I get back here or until you hear from me. Stay here,
alright?” His voice sounded genuinely worried.
“What? What are you talking about?” I held my ground, using the table as support. I could see
something was bothering him, but I didn’t know what.
“Please, Julie. No questions, just do this … for me. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
Me? Get hurt? How would that happen? Was something about to go down?
When he told me he got the casino from his father, and that it came with a lot of nasty shit, I
didn’t know exactly what it meant, but I never thought it could mean danger. Was Dominic in danger?
Or was I? Who was he dealing with and what were they doing?
This can’t be good.
Before I had a chance to say anything, he’d already stormed out the door with the package.
The air around me was suddenly filled with despair. I don’t know where it came from, but I
suddenly had this feeling like something bad was about to happen, and I didn’t know what. Dominic
kept me in the dark, for whatever reason, and it scared me. What was in that box that had frightened
him so much? I didn’t have any control over the situation, and it freaked me out. What was I supposed
to do now?
Then I heard something buzz. I looked around the house and found his cell phone lying on the
table. Why does he keep forgetting it? Is he purposely trying to get me to look at it? I walked up to it
and reached for it, stopping myself just before I grabbed it.
No, Julie, don’t. That’s rude.
I ignored the voice in my head. I needed to know what was going on, and this curiosity was
stronger than my will to be respectful of his stuff.
I picked it up and looked at the text message that just came in.
We’ve really gotten to a point of no return, Dom. Something must be done. I’m here if you
need me. Call me when you’re ready. Sharon.
The same woman that had texted him before. What did she want from him? What was their
connection? Did it have something to do with the box? Or was he really going behind my back to see
her?
I was overcome with doubt and in need of some guidance. I needed someone to talk to, but had
no idea who. I hadn’t spoken to my family in years and I’d left most of my friends back in town when
I left my ex. There was only one person who’d understand what I was going through, being a
submissive to a rich and powerful man who had plenty of secrets he wasn’t sharing. That one person
was the lady I’d met at the play club. Daisy.
For a moment I thought of our little conversation. She told me she could help me understand him.
Teach me how to be his sub. Maybe this was why he was gone each time. Maybe that Sharon woman
was better than me. I wanted to give him what he needed, but he still wouldn’t let me in. How could I
understand him and be with him if he wouldn’t let me in? Was I not good enough?
Maybe Daisy can help.
I went through my coat until I found the paper on which she’d scribbled her phone number. I
dialed the number, and when I heard the voice on the other end of the line I knew it was too late to
turn back.
***
I opened the door, and there she was, the lady with the curly, long blonde hair. This time without
a mask. It wasn’t until she spoke up that I recognized it was her. She seemed so different without it.
So blank and emotionless. Almost as if she was here for an assignment.
“Hey, Julie,” she said, and she shook my hand. “I’m so glad you invited me over.”
“Yeah, come in,” I said, and I closed the door behind her.
She walked in and looked around, her gaze lingering on the huge windows in the back. “Quite a
dom you have. Lovely view. I can imagine why he’d want to live her.”
“I adore this place.”
She chuckled. “I’m sure you do.”
“Hey, would you like to have dinner right now? I mean, it’s already cooked, otherwise it’ll get
cold,” I asked, and walked into the kitchen.
“Sure,” she said, chuckling. “I could do with a bite. By the way, is it possible to get some tea as
well? I have this strange habit of drinking tea with dinner.” She laughed again. “It’s because of what
my dom taught me.”
“Sure, no problem. I’ll have some too,” I said.
While the water came to a boil, and the food was ready to be served, I clenched the sink. I knew
her being her was totally against his wishes, but I needed some support. Even though I was already
questioning what I was doing. My fingers shook as I picked up the mugs.
Stop it, Julie. Don’t be weak now. You made the decision, go on with it.
“I was almost starting to think you’d never accept my offer,” she said from across the room.
I came back with our dinner and tea, and placed them on the table before, sitting down on the
comfy couch.
“Well … to be honest, I wasn’t sure about it, but …”
“But what?”
She stared at me with this distinct look, as if she totally knew what I was talking about, but
wanted me to say it instead.
“I really didn’t know what to do. I still don’t.” I took a bite from my spaghetti.
“Well, I’m here now and as I’ve said before, I can help you become a better sub to him.”
“That’s just it, he doesn’t want me to have anyone over. Even though I could use some sort of …
a friend.”
She put her mug back down and rested her head on the back of her hand, her elbow leaning on the
armrest. “Everybody needs a friend, Julie. Especially in the world we live in.”
I swallowed the hot liquid that burned in my throat. She said it with such a tone that I couldn’t
help think if she knew more than I did.
“So, tell me, where’s your dom?” she asked. She grabbed her plate and started on her spaghetti.
I wanted to say he was at work, but of course, that was a lie. I didn’t want to lie. I was sick of
the lies.
“I think he’s with a woman somewhere.”
Her eyes widened and her brow went up. She put her plate back down. “And you trust him?”
“Of course I do, it’s just that …”
“You’re afraid he might not be truthful.”
I flushed and felt ashamed that she knew exactly what was going on in my mind. “Well it’s just
that I’ve seen these text messages and I just don’t trust it. I don’t know. There’s something off about it.
And Dom’s not telling me things either. It’s like he’s afraid, or something.”
“I see. Well, to be honest, you could always ask him about it. What could he possibly do?
You’re already taking a beating regularly, and I know how that’s like. Not really even punishment.”
She leaned forward. “Since I told you I’d help you, I’ll start now. Let me give you a bit of advice.
Our doms can’t harm us physically. Their lies can. Confront him.”
“But how? I can’t just ask him.”
“Push him. Give him what he wants. More than that. If you do, you’ll have better chances of him
spilling the beans. It’s give and take. I know for sure your dom is like every other guy out there …
lure them in and they’ll tell you everything there is to know. Then you’re the one with the power.”
She winked and drank up her tea. We were silent for a moment and I took the time to eat until the
plate was empty. Daisy was also finished and I brought the plates to the kitchen. When I came back,
Daisy stood up and walked to the window. With her hands on the glass she looked down, peering into
the depth below. “Hey, is that your dom’s car?” she said.
I jumped up from the couch and came to the window. “Shit!” I screamed. It was a limo, and Dom
just stepped out.
“Crap, you have to go, fast!” I said, and I grabbed her arm and dragged her to the door. “He can’t
see you here. He can’t know I brought someone in.”
She chuckled and snatched her coat, while I opened the door.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t think he’d be back this quickly.”
“It’s okay, I understand,” she said. “I know it’s a hassle, but at least we got to talk a little. Let’s
chat some more next time, okay? I can’t wait to exchange information about our doms. I love having
another friend,” she blew me a kiss in the air before walking off.
Friend? I barely knew her.
I closed the door behind her, leaned my back against the wood and took a deep breath.
Only a few moments later the door was flung open again, and I was pushed forward, almost
tripping over my own heels.
It was Dominic, this time without the package, but with a look on his face that instilled fear with
me. I’d never seen him this terrified.
Chapter 4
“You’re okay,” he said, breathing heavily. “Good.”
I frowned. “Why do you keep saying that?”
He walked past me, ignoring my question, and went straight for the fridge to get a bottle of
whisky. He grabbed a glass from the pantry and filled it up to the brim. In one go he gulped it down.
What the hell?
“Dom, please say something …” I said, walking up to him. His back was to me, but I could see
he firmly clenched the sink. I put my hand on his shoulder, and it tensed up. “What’s wrong? Why
wouldn’t I be alright?”
His hand went up, and then he poured some more into his glass, drinking it up instantly. He
turned around, and I could see a flush appearing on his face. His eyes were closing slowly each time.
He was already getting hazy from the booze.
A long drawn out sigh came out of him and he closed his eyes, brushing his index finger through
them. “Nothing for you to worry about. Let me handle it.”
He picked up his glass and the whisky again, but I snatched both from him and put them down on
the counter behind me. He seemed furious. His eyes blazing with fire, his lips curling down, hands
balling up into a fist.
Dominic stomped over to me, and I backed up, pushing my back further into the counter. He
stopped right in front of me, nostrils flaring, shoulders rigid, legs and arms spread apart like he
wanted me to know who was boss. Well, it didn’t impress me. Okay, maybe a little. I swallowed. His
menacing physique and dominance wouldn’t make me waver. I wouldn’t let him have it. Not even if
he made me.
“Give it back,” he growled.
“No.”
“I am your master, Julie. Give it!” His brows furrowed and he clenched his teeth together.
“No!”
His fists came down on the counter right beside me, and I jolted up from the bang.
“Whatever it is, Dom, I can see you’re trying to drink it away,” I said. “That won’t help you one
bit, and I won’t let you do that to yourself.”
My eyes welled with tears, but I wouldn’t let them out. I wasn’t hurt. I just couldn’t bear to see
him like this. So damaged by something that he had to resort to alcohol.
He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
“You left your phone here,” I said. “You got a text message while you were gone.”
He looked down upon me with narrowed eyes. “And you checked it?”
I couldn’t stop the blush from appearing on my face, and even though I didn’t answer, my silence
said enough.
“Why?” was all he said.
“I’m sorry, Dom. I just … you weren’t here, and I needed to know what was going on. I can’t
live like this, not knowing anything, it’s eating me up.”
“And? Did it quell your curiosity?”
My eyes drifted to the floor, unable to look him in the eye. “It only gave me more questions.”
“Like what? Don’t you trust me?”
“I do … I just … my past experiences have made me so insecure. Every woman I see speaking to
you makes me think she wants you for herself.”
He laughed.
I shake my head. “I’m such a jealous bitch. Pathetic.”
He took my chin with between his thumb and index finger and forced me to look at him. “Hey,
you are not a bitch, don’t call yourself that. Of course, I understand if you’re a bit scared, seeing what
your ex did to you.” He cupped my face and brushed his fingers along the edge of my jaw. “Listen.
I’m not cheating. I will never do that to you.” He searched my face for a reaction. I nodded quietly.
“That woman is just …” he grew silent.
“Just what?” I asked.
“She’s helping me with some shit at work.”
“Some shit? You mean that shit your father left you? Tell me, what kind of shit are you in,
exactly?” I raised one eyebrow daringly.
He sighed again and licked his lips. “Nothing you want to know. It will only make things worse
if you do.”
I rolled my eyes. “Why can’t you just tell me what’s wrong?”
“Because that will hurt even more, trust me,” he said, turning his eyes toward the floor. “Please
… just stop. Don’t ask me to do this.”
“Well, whatever it is, drinking won’t solve your problems either, Dom,” I repeated. Maybe it
would sink in if only I said it often enough. “I know all too well.”
He snorted and shook his head. “As if anything else will.”
I put my hands on his waist and slowly nudged him closer. He didn’t resist. “I could ease the
pain a little. If you let me.”
I pulled him in for a soft kiss on the lips. It was tender and passionate, but his desire to always
take me grew again, and soon his mouth opened. With his tongue he plundered my mouth, forcing
himself upon me. His hands slipped from the counter to my back, and then it was like he tried to
devour me.
Suddenly he released me, snatched the bottle from behind me and took a step back.
“Hey!” I yelled, as he held the bottle high up in the air. Raising his head, he took a sip straight
from the bottle.
“What the hell,” I murmured.
He let out a big sigh after the drink. “Refreshing.”
“Give that back,” I said, and I reached for the bottle, my arms and legs stretching to their limit. I
wasn’t tall enough to even get to his hands. He swayed the bottle back and forth, a sneaky smile
curving his lips, while he raised his eyebrows a couple of times.
“Come on,” I said. I jumped up and down, but each time he held the bottle up higher.
He laughed and looked down at me. “Well, this is a nice view.” Then I noticed he wasn’t
actually looking at my eyes, but at my chest.
I could feel them bounce each time I was jumping, and the moment I realized he was eyeing them,
I stopped, heat rushing to my cheeks.
I pursed my lips and squinted. “Whatever.”
Folding my arms, I turned around and walked to the door. “Go ahead, drink until you faint. I
thought you might like to have me instead of the booze, but I guess not. Have fun.”
I left him standing in the kitchen as he sloshed down more whiskey. I walked up the stairs, but
when I was halfway up, he yelled, “Hey, where are you going? I was only fooling around.”
He stood at the bottom of the stairs, gaping at me with the bottle still in his hands.
“Come on … get back here,” he said, throwing his head back.
“Make me,” I said.
His head tilted back and a mischievous grin appeared on his face, his eyes narrowing.
Oh, dear.
Dominic stormed up the stairs like a predator on the loose. I screamed and ran further up, but he
caught me when I just reached the top. His hands clenched firmly around my body, and he swooped
me up in one go.
“Ah! What are you doing?” I yelped as he carried me to the playroom.
“You said you’d ease the pain if I let you. Well, now I’m letting you.”
I snorted. “That was before you went all childish on me.”
He laughed. “That wasn’t childish. I was merely enjoying the view of you clambering me. I can’t
help that I like innocent, helpless women struggling to get to me.” I could hear the bottle of whiskey
sloshing back and forth in his hand.
I frowned. “I’m not helpless and I’m certainly not struggling to get to you! I don’t care.”
Dominic put me down on the red sheeted bed and kept my wrists in place with just his hand.
“And you’re certainly not innocent either. Trying to coax me into having sex with you.”
My nostrils flared and my lips curled downward like I’d been sucking on a lemon.
“Relax, it was a joke.” He winked. “It’s funny to see you angry.”
“Oh, really funny,” I retorted.
“It sure pushes the crappy thoughts and memories out of my head. And I have you to thank for
that.” He nuzzled me, and I rolled my eyes, letting out a sigh. He gently pressed his lips onto mine and
licked his way inside. I laughed from his weird kisses that were normally ravishing, which were now
sweet and feathery.
“See,” he whispered. “You’ll forgive me.”
With the tops of his fingertips he pushed me down on the mattress. He crawled on top of me like
the animal he was, head bowed down to leave kisses all over my body. From my legs to my thighs, up
to my belly. Then the bottle appeared from behind his back, and he poured some of it into my belly
button.
The coldness of it made me laugh and gasp at the same time.
His mouth covered my belly button as he sucked up the contents, swiveling his tongue in circular
motions. I giggled from the strange, tickly feeling. Dominic muffled a laugh and used his thumbs to
push up my shirt. He traced a line with his tongue up to my sternum and left tiny pecks in between.
Oh my, this feels good.
My thighs squeezed together as he lay down on top of me. I couldn’t help feel the need for more,
but it felt wrong to give in like this. He was such a devil when it came to playing games with me, and
I felt like I was giving in.
“I know what you’re thinking,” he whispered close to my ear. “You don’t want to let go, but you
don’t have a choice. I’m your master, Julie. You do anything I desire and you love every part of it.
Just like I do.”
He tore my shirt apart and ripped open my bra. I gasped, my mouth wide open, when the fabric
came loose, my breasts spilling out. He literally ripped it to shreds.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get you new clothes.”
“But I liked that one, master,” I said, as he spread my arms and placed the bottle of whiskey on
the small cabinet beside the bed.
It took him only seconds to clasp my wrists to the bedpost with chains that were already there.
He sat right on top of me staring down at me with that sly smile of his, like he was relishing the fact
that he could do whatever he wanted.
“And I like to see you naked,” he said.
His fingers slipped down my arm, alarming my senses as he reached my breasts. He tipped over
them and brushed across my nipples until they became swollen. With rigid fingers he grabbed my
breasts, squeezed them and put his mouth over my areolas.
I squealed as he worked my hardened nipples, suckling, licking, massaging them with his hands.
He gave the same treatment to the other breast, which made me moist between my legs.
He chuckled when he saw me writhe after he nibbled. “You have such succulent breasts, I can’t
help myself.”
He crawled back down, trailing my body with kisses, and then came up. He ripped down my
pants, and pushed himself back down onto me again, using his teeth to pull away my panties. His lips
lingered on my vulva, but only long enough for me to feel his warm breath.
Oh my god, that feels so nice.
As I lay there, naked, he nudged my legs open, and secured them to the bedpost using a chain that
was also already there. Now I was literally tied up and had no way to get out. It was exhilarating.
He bit his lip and looked at me for a second, probably admiring the work he’d done. “You know
… I’m thinking of taking it a step further tonight.”
“How far, master?”
A mischievous smile appeared on his face, and he reached for a red candle and a box of
matches. My eyes widened.
Oh, no … what is going to do with that?
“You do remember the stop word, right?” he asked.
“Yes, master.”
“Good. I also want you to remember what I said. Pain is not always bad. It can be arousing as
well.”
He used a match to light the candle, and put the matchbox away. He came onto the bed, holding
the candle in his hand, and stayed right beside me, his knees pushing into the mattress.
“This is a special type of candle, meant especially for this type of play,” he said.
My eyes widened, seeing the flame hover above me. I knew what he was about to do. I could say
no, but somehow I didn’t want to. I wanted to experience more of what he had to offer.
The candle slightly askew, he lifted his hand so it hovered right above my belly. And then came
the first drip.
I shrieked and shook from the burst of pain that dropped onto me like a sizzling drop of boiling
water. Only it was the wax that hardened as it landed on me. And again. I yelped from each drop, the
hotness of it almost too much to bear. The chains strained my wrists and legs as I moved around trying
to avoid the pain as my body reacted on its own. But my mind was secretly enjoying the feeling of
being under his control. To be exposed to his mercy, the pain he inflicted was also exciting me.
“You look beautiful, all slathered in hot red wax.” Dominic smiled and continued to let the drips
fall down. My cheek was on the soft cushion, and I was staring at his crotch, his tented pants clearly
showing his arousal.
He moved up toward my breasts and let the drips fall down onto my nipple. Again and again. I
couldn’t even count how many times the wax fell on top of me or how many times I cried out.
By the time he was done I was breathing heavily, and my eyes were closed.
“You’ve endured that magnificently, Julie. Wonderful.”
He got up from the bed, blew out the candle and put it on a stand on the cabinet. Ripping open his
shirt, he licked his lips at the sight of me and threw his shirt aside. His taut body, lean slabs of
muscles and alluring posture were appetizing to look at.
He came to the side of the bed and loosened the chains on the bed. I could move up and down
now, but not enough to free myself. Only my arms could be moved. Then he unhooked his belt buckle
and slipped it out of his pants.
“Turn around,” he said. ‘The chains give you enough freedom to do so.”
I slowly did what he asked, trying to catch a glimpse of what he was doing, but he walked away.
I could only see the stone wall now.
“Raise your butt, sit up in doggy style. You have enough room now.”
I flushed feeling embarrassed by what he said, but did it anyway. I knew I had to listen, and the
power he had over me was intoxicating. He was right though, the chains gave my arms enough room
to move down and raise my back.
Then I heard the flick of leather being stretched and pulled together.
“You still need to be punished for running away from me and not listening,” he said, his voice
darker than usual.
I swallowed. I had a feeling deep down in my gut I knew what he was about to do.
When his belt came down I squealed from the pain. Biting down on the bed sheets I gasped as he
spanked me time and time again. Five times, I counted, on each butt cheek. My skin was probably red
by now, and his hand that smoothed across it was painful.
“Shh …” he murmured.
He smacked me twice again, and the burn caused me to gasp.
“Now, what did you do wrong?” he asked with a demanding voice.
“I didn’t do what you asked in the kitchen and I ran away from you, master.”
“Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes, master. I’m sorry, master, it won’t happen again.”
He chuckled. “Oh, I’m sure it will, but I’ll be there to punish you again. I’m glad you’re
improving though.”
He grabbed something off the cabinet, and I could hear it squirt. Whatever it was, he was rubbing
it between his hands, the sound of it sounding like a squish. He stroked it across my aching butt in
circular motions. Kneading, slowly and soft, with a loving hand, and I knew he was done with
punishing me.
From time to time his fingers slipped further down my thighs, sometimes coming close to my
groin, but never touching me there where I wanted him to touch me. Delving deeper and deeper, but
carefully avoiding that one spot, he brought me to a state of pure longing. I wanted, needed, his fingers
to feel me.
He released me. I sighed from the sudden loss of his warm hands on my skin, and wished he’d
return.
Sounds of his zipper coming loose were audible. I could hear the cotton stretch over his length
and I knew it was fully erect already.
“Too bad you aren’t wearing your collar. I could’ve used that nicely, like last time,” he said,
chuckling. “Turn around again.”
I did what he commanded and raised my head to see him in his full, naked glory. He was
magnificent to gaze at and his overbearing nature stirred my insides even more.
He walked forward and crawled over me like a beast, trailing kisses along the way. I bit my lip
from the excitement, as he circled his tongue just above my sex, teasing me. He dove further in
between my legs and kissed my folds. I squiggled underneath him.
“Hold still. Don’t move an inch,” he said with an insistent voice.
Dominic pushed his tongue onto my skin, and the warmth set me ablaze. He licked my folds
softly. In soft strokes he brushed along my labia, making me moan. He moaned, too, against me, and
the vibrations of his voice against my skin were delicious.
He kissed and nudged with his tongue, pushing me further open. His licks became more fervent
as he delved deeper and deeper.
Oh, Jesus, this is too good.
He circled around my clit, flicking it with his tongue sometimes. I could barely stop myself from
moving, wanting to raise my groin and meet his mouth.
“Hmmm …” he murmured. “I love how you taste.”
He kissed my skin and pressed his mouth onto my folds. Sometimes he nibbled on me, and the
slight pain of it aroused me. A loud moan escaped my mouth as he dipped his tongue inside. His
fingers started working on my nub, while he licked and kissed me at the same time.
“Oh, I can’t hold it!” I screamed, as he used both his fingers and his mouth to pleasure me now.
“Yes, come, baby. Do it,” he commanded.
When his tongue hit my sweet spot I was engulfed by the sudden orgasmic flows. My back
arched from the explosive feeling gushing through me. I panted, closed my eyes and enjoyed the
dreamy waves.
Dominic wiped his mouth on the sheets and chuckled. “God, you were so wet for me.”
He came up and crawled on top of me again. I could feel his body press against mine and I loved
how it completely enwrapped me. His cock gently nudged my entrance, circling around it, making my
body want him again.
He pushed inside until he was completely in, and the feeling of him entering me made me moan.
He groaned from the sounds I made and took his member in and out again, the same full motion as last
time.
Kissing my sternum, he thrust inside, making me quiver. His lips were tantalizing, the way he
moved them across my shoulder and neck, dragging them along. I loved how he lingered on my skin
each time he dove inside.
“Oh, Julie …” he whispered into my ear. His hands clasped mine and I entangled my fingers
through his. I wish I could hold his body, but the chains were too tight around my wrists to free
myself. I loved this though. The way he took me like I was truly his and how it felt like I was the only
one for him.
My body rocked up and down with his, trying to move with his rhythm, even though my legs
couldn’t go anywhere. He was panting, sweating heavily, as he pumped inside my pussy.
“Ah, yes!” He grunted.
His muscles tensed, strained with his cock inside me. I could feel him pulsate, and soon a hot jet
of liquid spurted out. Dominic’s face contorted as he shot his cum inside, filling me up with his
warmth.
When he was sated, his cock slipped out of me. His body was trembling. He sank, unable to hold
himself, and lay down on top of me. His scent was intoxicating, and I couldn’t stop myself from
smelling him. How I loved his company and deep, dark affection.
He rolled off me and lay down beside me, unclasping my hands from the chains. He breathed
heavily and placed his head on top of my breasts as if they were cushions. His fingers slithered
across my belly and he pulled me closer to him. On his face was a content smile.
“You know … I can’t imagine living without you anymore. I’ve really become attached to you,”
he said.
I smiled. “Hmm … you’re not the only one.”
He looked up at me. His radiant blue eyes shone with such devotion, it made my heart jump.
Each time I looked at him I could feel my pulse racing.
“Really?”
I nodded.
Why did he ask that? Does he find it hard to believe someone could be happy with him?
“I’ve been wanting to say this to you, but … I don’t know, I just couldn’t, but I really want to
now, so … I think … I love you,” he whispered. The words reverberated in my mind, as if the words
were sung by the ever-blowing wind.
“I love your stubbornness, how you don’t always listen, how you disappear into that world of
yours where you write days on end,” he said. “I love how I can enjoy sexy games with you and that
you’ll drink with me like a friend would. I can laugh and cry when you’re around without feeling
ashamed and I can say and do what I want without being afraid of you running away.”
My cheeks burned with heat. My inner self screamed out to smother him with kisses.
Had he just made a love confession to me?
What he said rung true though. I felt the same when I was around him. I adored his cute smile, the
way it made me laugh, his beautiful eyes and that strong physique. I loved running my fingers through
that soft, blond hair of his. I cherished his character and personality. I could do anything when I was
around him. Laugh and cry with him. Share in the fun and lust. Never afraid to bare all. It didn’t
matter what he saw of me. I knew he’d accept everything I was.
“I love you, too,” I said.
I bent my head and met his lips. Our kisses were passionate and sweet, full of love. He entwined
his fingers through mine, and we just lay there, silently enjoying each other’s love and company.
Chapter 5
After I’d cleaned myself, we were both too tired to do anything else. We slept in the floating bed
that night, and the strange rocking sensation made me have strange dreams. When I awoke, Dominic
sat on the edge of the bed, his back arched and his hands clenched something.
I blinked a couple of times, getting used to the morning light, before getting up. I wrapped my
arms around his neck and kissed a patch of his hair. I peeked over his shoulder and saw he was typing
a message to this Sharon lady again.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Sending a text.” He quickly pressed the button, before I could see what he was typing.
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, I can see that. Why?”
He shrugged, my arms rolling off him. “Does it matter?”
I pulled back and folded my arms. “Yeah, it does. I still don’t understand why she keeps
contacting you at home, outside work hours.”
He stood up and sighed. “Seriously? This again …”
“Yes, Dom. Yesterday you said you love me, but you keep withholding things. Why can’t we
share everything?”
He balled up his fists. “Because it’s dangerous, Julie. The less you know, the better.”
I frowned and my jaw dropped.
What? I can’t believe what I’m hearing.
“Why? Am I stupid or something?”
“No, Julie, of course not.” He put the phone away and started dressing. “But if you did, you’d be
in danger.”
“What the hell is going on then? What could be so bad that you can’t tell me?”
He put on his tie, pulling so hard each time it looked like he almost strangled himself. “I told you
my dad left me some serious shit when I got the casino. I wasn’t joking.”
“Well, why would it involve me? Why would I be in danger? And what does that woman have to
do with it?”
Dominic stomped up and down, his nostrils flaring, almost as if he was exploding with anger.
“She has everything to do with it.”
“Why? Who is she?” I came up from the bed, my arms still folded, and stood in front of him, my
posture rigid. I tried to match his dominance, but he still towered above me.
“A goddamn private investigator, alright?”
My eyes widened and my breathing stopped for a second. “What?”
“You heard me.” He put his phone in his pocket and straightened his collar in the mirror. “I don’t
want you involved. It’s bad enough as it is.”
“Well, I’m involved with you. I guess that warrants the fact that I’m already in that shit of yours
quite deep.”
He took a deep breath. “Listen, Julie.” He turned around and grabbed me by my arms. “I don’t
want you hurt. What I said yesterday … I meant it. I want to protect you and that’s the only reason I’m
doing this.”
I looked him in the eye, and he seemed very worried. Still, it didn’t justify the fact that he refused
to give me more. Almost as if he thought I couldn’t handle it, and it made me feel like I wasn’t on the
same level, even though he’d made me feel I was.
“Don’t go outside,” he continued. “Close the blinds in front of the windows. Lock the doors,
don’t open them for anyone. Don’t pick up the phone and don’t answer any emails.” He pecked me
swiftly on the cheeks.
“You’re going again? You can’t be serious. You expect me to sit here and be quiet?” I said,
furious he was leaving me again without telling me what he was doing.
“I have to deal with this, okay? Just promise me you’ll do what I say. Do this for your master,
please.”
The word please had an imploring tone, which I had not heard from him before.
I swallowed and closed my eyes. “Fine.”
He kissed me on my forehead. “Good.”
His fingers slid over my cheek, and he lifted my chin. “I do love you. That didn’t change and it
won’t, no matter what happens.” He kissed me tenderly and then left my lips empty, as he rushed
downstairs and closed the door behind him.
***
I tried so hard to get my fingers to type something, but they kept hovering over the keyboard
without striking a key. I couldn’t muster the will to push them. Nothing good would come out anyway.
I hadn’t written anything since Dominic left. I’d been sitting here all day, mulling over what he was
doing, and it was eating me up inside.
Damn it! Why does this have to be so hard?
The doorbell phone rang, and I stood up to answer it, even though I remember Dominic telling
me not to do so. I didn’t really think there was any danger in it. Sure, some shit was happening with
him and the casino, and he’d hired a private detective, but what in the world would that have to do
with me or his home?
I shrugged, and picked it up. “Hello?”
“Is this Miss Julie Fury?”
I flushed. “Excuse me?”
“Fury? Julie Fury?” It was the doorman down below, I recognized it.
“No, my name’s not Fury. Just Julie. Julie Valentine.”
“Oh. Well, I’ve got a package here for you,” he said, his voice sounding oddly hoarse. “I’m
bringing it up in a second.”
A package for me? Who in the world would know I was here?
“Ah, no thank you,” I said. “I’ll pick it up later today.”
“Sorry Miss,” he said, stuttering. “But I insist. I will bring it up right away.”
I sighed. “If you have to.”
There was no response. The bleeps were already audible.
Did he just hang up on me?
I counted down the seconds it took for the elevator to arrive. If he really was in a hurry and went
in the first one that was available, he would be here any moment now. I walked over to the door and
opened it. A short guy, our doorman, stood there with a package in his hand. The only weird thing
about it was that his face was red, his eyes glazed with tears and that his fingers were trembling.
He dropped the box in his hands. “I’m sorry …” he mumbled.
A gun appeared out of nowhere. It came from the side, and my eyes couldn’t register it, but the
booming sound it made was enough for me to know what happened.
The doorman dropped to the floor, a dark mark on his temple. Red fluid seeping out.
My mouth dropped open, a shriek came out.
I panicked and stepped back a few times. A man turned his head around the corner and looked at
me. A mask covered his face, but I could see his eyes. His eyes were like a predator’s eyes; vicious
and threatening.
I tried to slam the door shut, but he wrenched it open. I ran as hard as I could, back to the kitchen.
I pulled open all the drawers until I found a knife large enough to protect me. If I even could protect
myself.
His pounding footsteps echoed through the house. The tears stung in my eyes as I walked
backwards, my fingers grasping the counter, as I felt my body shake. Someone just got shot right on
front of me and now he’s after me.
What the fuck is going on?
This was otherworldly and so surreal, but it was really happening. Someone was here. Was he
going to take me? Or worse, kill me?
My breathing was ragged, and it felt like my heart almost jumped out of my chest. Then I saw his
face. My shuddering was accompanied by loud weeping, and I cringed. He walked toward me with
calculated steps, his eyes quickly glancing at the knife in my hand.
Shit, I need to do something or he’s going to get me.
I lunged forward. The knife straight ahead, a battle cry coming from my mouth. I put everything I
had into it. It almost felt as if I wasn’t in control of my body, like I was this raging mad woman.
I missed. He stepped aside and grabbed my arm like I was a toy. He swished me around and
snatched the knife from my head, throwing it aside. I pushed his arms and shoved my elbows up his
ribs, but he didn’t even flinch. He laughed, the sound of it sending bile up my throat.
“You’re a pesky little thing,” he said.
His arms wrapped around me so tight I could barely breathe. He put a cloth over my mouth, and I
screamed. The substance I inhaled made me woozy and sleepy, and I couldn’t resist anymore. Slowly,
my mind drifted off into nothingness.
***
All I saw was darkness. No light. Not even when I opened my eyes. There was only nothingness
around me, and I couldn’t move. It was like I was trapped in an eternal shadowy vortex.
I could barely breathe.
Something covered my head and my face. It was dark, so dark, and the air inside was thick and it
stank. The musty smell made me drift off again, but I forced myself to stay awake. I needed to know
what happened. Needed to find a way out of this mess. Wherever the fuck I was.
My fingers tingled. Something bound them together. I sat on something hard and cold. I tried to
focus on the senses that did work. I could feel some kind of fabric covered my face and I could taste
my own sweat. My eyes began to feel wet.
My muscles ached. They were strained by the strange position they were in. I could barely feel
my legs anymore. I didn’t know how long I’d been here. It could’ve been hours, days, weeks, for all I
knew. The mere thought sent chills up my spine.
I tried to feel some more, my fingers stretching to their limit, but could only make out a cold,
hard wall behind me. My stomach growled, and I had the sudden urge to hurl. I held it back though; I
didn’t want to suffocate in my own vomit.
“Is she awake yet?”
I vaguely heard someone’s voice. A woman. A few clicking steps came closer, and I flinched,
trying to protect myself, even though I had no possible way to do so.
“I guess so,” she said.
I could feel someone jerk my neck, and I cowered in fear. Someone ripped off the thing that was
on my head. Air.
I gasped. My lunges filled with oxygen, and I could feel my body shudder from the release. I
groaned. The sunlight in my eyes was blinding me. If it were sunlight. I couldn’t make out the
difference between what was what yet. The only thing I saw was dark and light, and her eyes staring
down upon me.
Her face was hidden behind a mask. Only her eyes and lips were visible. A mouth which
showed a cunning smile. A smile that instilled fear in my heart.
“Well, hello there,” she said with the most cutesy voice. “I hope your ride wasn’t too rough.”
My blurry vision started to get better, my eyes getting used to the light again. I coughed, trying to
get my vocal cords to work properly again. “What do you want from me?”
She laughed. “I don’t want anything from you, my dear.”
Her voice sounded vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t place it.
She flicked her fingers, and a man stepped forward, carrying a bottle of water. He gave it to her,
and she opened the cap. Just looking at that flowing water made my mouth dry up.
She pressed the bottle against my lips and forced them open. “Drink.”
I didn’t have a choice. I was practically drowning in the fluid. I gagged and spit half of it back up
again.
“Don’t want you to die on me,” she said. “I still need you for something, and since you’re my
guarantee that I’ll get it, you have to stay fit.”
“To get what? Who are you people?” I said, my voice hoarse and painful. “I don’t have any
money, I’m not important, let me go!”
“You’re not important to us, you’re important to him.” I could hear the tone of her voice crackle.
It was full of rage. “Sorry, darling, but mister Fury hasn’t been quite honest with you, has he?”
My eyes widened and my heartbeat rose. “Dominic?” I muttered.
She laughed. “He has you calling him by his full name already? Oh, isn’t that lovely.”
“Who are you? How do you know him?”
“I’ve known him far longer than you have, so don’t go thinking you’re all that.” I could hear
contempt coming from her. What was she talking about? Why did she sound jealous? It didn’t make
any sense. I’d been taken from the apartment, tied up, had been blinded by a sack over my head, had
been drugged and was now afraid for my life, and she was talking to me like she was jealous?
What the fuck is going on here?
“Boss, it’s time.” Another voice. I couldn’t see who it was because of the blinding light, but I
could hear it was a man.
“Take her with you. I’ll make the trade,” the woman said.
Someone stepped forward out of the shadows, and I could see it was the same man that had
grabbed me in the loft. Fear struck me down, and I couldn’t help whimper as he picked me up like a
sack of potatoes and put me over his shoulder.
I was still woozy, unable to resist as the put me in the back of a truck. My arms and legs were
tied, and I had no way of escaping. When the trunk was closed, I screamed.
No sound penetrated the thick armor of this car. I was all alone again, in the darkness, kidnapped
by people who wanted something, and Dominic was involved. Dominic.
Shit, this is what he meant.
I should’ve listened. I shouldn’t have opened the door, should’ve stayed put and kept quiet. Why
was I so stupid? I risked my own life, and now I wasn’t certain I would survive.
After a half an hour, the car came to a halt. My body rolled back and forth because of all the
sudden turning and twisting and brakes being pulled. When light shone into the trunk again, I was
happy to see it. Happy to know I wouldn’t be in this tiny space anymore. At the same time, I was
terrified of what would happen to me.
The man grabbed me and put me down. I quickly glanced around and saw we were in a parking
lot. The man untied my legs and held my arms so tight that I could feel my veins pulse underneath. My
tears had slathered my entire face and my hair was stuck against it. I felt miserable and sick to my
stomach.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” The woman said. I could hear her voice only faintly, as she
was in the distance. She probably wasn’t talking to me.
“Come to take your sweet girl home? Are you finally man enough to honor your agreement? I’m
surprised you came alone.”
I couldn’t see what was happening, because I was still kept behind the truck by the man that had
abducted me, but my other senses were on sharp. I could hear something being thrown and slide
across the floor. A zipper being opened. Someone muffling through it.
“Show her to him.”
The man squeezed me harshly and took me to the front of the car. I blinked a couple of times.
Oh my god. I can’t believe my eyes. Is this really true?
It was Dominic, standing there, on the other end of the parking lot. A bag of money lay in
between the two sides.
Chapter 6
“Dominic?”
“Julie!” He yelled.
His voice brought more tears to my eyes. How I wanted to run into his arms and be free.
The man’s hold on me tightened.
“Let me go!” I screamed.
“Soon, honey,” the woman said. “I’ll need to check if your Dominic here gave us what we asked
for.”
Money? They wanted money? And they took me for it?
The woman searched through the bag and counted the stash with her thin fingers until she held a
finger up in the air.
“You sure about this, boss?” the man said to her.
“Yes, yes, go ahead. A deal is a deal.”
He pushed me forward and then let me go. I ran. My lungs were burning with heat as I crossed
the parking lot and threw myself into Dominic’s open arms. His warm hands enwrapped me into his
coat, and he shuffled me toward his car, which wasn’t the usual limo. He quickly opened the door and
nudged me inside, then got into the driver’s seat. He hit the gas, and I could hear the squeaks of the
tires as he raced off.
***
Dominic carried me up in his arms, all the way to the loft. The man in front of the door was gone.
Traces of his body, the blood, the bullet shells vanished. It was as if he never existed.
I was too stunned to talk.
Dominic used his elbow to open the door and his foot to close it. With care he put me down on
the sofa. He ran to the kitchen and came back with a knife, which he used to cut open the bonds
around my arms. It slithered off me and I wrapped my arms around him.
“Oh, Jesus, Julie …” he whispered. The knife dropped to the floor.
He sniffed, and I could hear him cry. Tears ran down my face as well. I used my hand to wipe
my face, and when Dominic looked at me, I could see he’d been worried to death about me.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he said, and he clenched my face between his hands and smothered me
with kisses. I could barely breathe.
He stood up and grabbed a wet towel from the kitchen, which he used to clean my face. He
rubbed my painful arms between his hands and left kisses all over my skin.
“What happened? What did you do?” I said, my voice still wavering.
“I never thought they’d actually do it … I’m sorry, Julie.” He whimpered, and his head sank
between his shoulders. “My dad had an arrangement with a drug gang. The casino was on the verge of
shutting down, and he needed money to keep it going, so he borrowed some from the wrong people.
He still owed them money when he died,” he said in between his sniffs.
“So they went after you?”
He put his arms around me and kissed my shoulder. “Yes. And the company. That’s why I hired
Sharon, to figure out how to get them. I couldn’t let it get out to the public. The casino was only just
recovering from the huge slump, and if that shit had gone public, it would’ve destroyed the casino.”
“So you chose to keep quiet?” I said. My body shivered from the sheer knowledge.
“I wanted to do what was best,” he said. “They sent me all kinds of threats, which got me so
frightened … God, you don’t want to know the disgusting things they sent to me.”
No wonder he turned to the booze.
“I don’t even know how they found out where I live,” he said.
I closed my eyes, trying to come to terms with what just happened. I was kidnapped, because
Dom owed some drugs gang money. The thought made me furious. Why hadn’t he protected me? Then
again, it wasn’t his fault he was in this mess to begin with. Plus, I didn’t listen to him, which
would’ve been the smart thing to do.
“That’s why I told you not to talk to anyone,” he said. “I was so afraid they’d take you away. I
knew that if they found out I cared about you, they’d use you. That’s why I was so scared of falling in
love, because I knew they could use it against me.”
“You let them use you, Dom, and they used me. Why didn’t that private investigator do
anything?” I said, my voice still hoarse.
“She did. She tried to help me figure things out, but I didn’t want to give in to them either. I tried
to go against them, Julie. Giving criminals what they want is not what I do, but when they took you …
I couldn’t just stand by any longer.”
“You gave them what they wanted? Why?” I said, flabbergasted. “They kidnapped me!”
“No, I didn’t. I gave them fake money. It’ll only take a few hours before they find out that it’s not
real and then they’ll come for the both of us. That’s why we need to move. We can’t stay in my house
anymore. It’s not safe.”
I looked at my hands, which were covered in bruises. I didn’t want to look at him. Couldn’t,
maybe. All I knew was that I just had the most horrifying experience ever and that I didn’t want to feel
that ever again. Something had to change.
“Do you know what I’ve been through?” I whispered. “I saw a man get shot in front of my eyes.”
“What?” Dominic’s eyes widened.
“It was right there,” I said, pointing at the door. “The doorman. He was killed, and I don’t know
what they did, but there’s nothing left of him. He was there, I swear!”
“I believe you, Julie,” he said, and he frowned, biting his lip. “Shit, this is far worse than I
imagined.”
“They grabbed me, drugged me, chained me and locked me up,” I continued. “I’ve been through
hell, Dom. I can’t … I can’t …” I was hyperventilating and crying at the same time.
He shushed me and tried to calm me down by rocking me back and forth. “You’re safe now.
You’re with me.”
“I don’t feel safe,” I muttered.
He looked down upon me. “What can I do? Please, tell me what I can do to ease the pain? I
cannot tell you how sorry I am, because the words don’t feel like they’re enough. I’ll never let them
get their hands on you again.” He squeezed me tight against his chest. “They’re going to pay for this.
I’m not going to let them get away.”
We sat there, on the couch, still rocking back and forth, crying against each other. His fingers
were spread out across my back, his warm body encapsulating me. I blocked out everything that
happened today, to cope with the pain. I pushed the memories to the far corners of my mind, trying to
erase them.
Dominic left soft pecks on top of my head. “I don’t want to lose you, Julie. Never again. I’ve
never loved a woman this much and I’ll do anything for you. I want to keep you safe and from now on
I’m going to do everything I can to make that happen.”
“Like telling me what the fuck is going on?”
He chuckled shortly. “Yes, something like that. You’ve given me so much and all I’ve done is
hurt you. I don’t want that anymore. I never wanted that.”
“I know …” I said. “I love you too …”
He nudged me forward to look at me. “But?” He wiped away a tear from my eye. “Say what you
need to say, Julie.”
I sighed and looked into his blue eyes for a while. Those mesmerizing eyes kept their hold on me
like a magnetic force. I didn’t want to look away, but my brain told me I should. This time I listened
to my heart. “There’s no ‘but’,” I said. I didn’t know if that was the truth, but at least for now, it was
enough.
He pressed his lips on top of mine and kissed them like he’d never kissed them before. It was
exactly the kind of soothing love I needed to feel okay again.
Whatever would happen, I knew I could handle it. I’d been through the worse already. I had
Dominic by my side, and now that the truth was finally out, I knew it only meant he’d protect me with
his life. I could feel it from the way he kissed me, like he wanted to safe keep me. And I did actually
feel safe with him. He was the only person in this world who could make me feel that way. And I
cherished that.
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THE END OF
THE BILLIONAIRE’S BET: A RISKY RAISE
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THE BILLIONAIRE’S BET: A FINAL GAME
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