Bound by Him: Dare I disobey Him? (The Billionaire Next Door Book 3) Read online

  Bound by Him

  Dare I disobey Him?

  By: Lacy Ryder

  Published by Smutpire Press

  Copyright 2017 All Rights reserved

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  Bound by Him

  * * * * *

  “You want me to what?”

  I stare at him in shock and sit down on the foot of my bed. He laughs and shakes his head, his dark eyes glowing with amusement. It’s been nearly three weeks since that night outside his window and things couldn’t have been going better. The sex has been amazing and I find myself looking forward to spending time with him more as each day together passes. He’s been hinting about this special weekend or a while now, but this is so far from anything I ever expected.

  “Jesus, Charlie, it’s a weekend away,” he chuckles, circling my room. “I’m not asking for your hand in marriage.”

  “I know, but…” I swallow hard. Still half convinced that I heard him wrong. “A sex camp?”

  “It’s hardly a sex camp,” he chuckles. “It’s just a normal, couples’ getaway that happens to specialize in meeting the needs of people who are in touch with their sexuality.”

  “Like a camp,” I reply with a frown. “For sex.”

  He laughs. “You won’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but trust me. You’re going to enjoy it.”

  “When would we leave?” I ask. Alarm bells ring in my head, because I’m actually considering this, but I have to admit, I’m intrigued. And let’s face it, I’d go anywhere he asked me to, so long as he was coming with me—in more ways than one.

  “We can leave soon as you’re ready. Is an hour long enough?”

  An hour to pack and get ready? My eyes widen and he laughs. Take as long as you need to. Just send me a text when you’re ready. I nod, then realize I don’t even have his phone number.

  “It’s a bit hard to text you when I don’t know your number,” I grin.

  Chuckling, he grabs my phone and puts his number in, and then throws it back to me. I catch it and bite my lip as I stare at his name on my screen.

  “What?” he asks, amused.

  “Nothing,” I reply through the grin I’m suppressing. I stand up and walk over to him, leading him over to my window. “Now go so I can get ready.” I watch him creep out the opening with a smile on my face.

  Once he’s gone I look around my room, not sure where to even start. I grab my overnight bag and start going through my things. I take my very few matching underwear sets and place them in the bottom of the bag, then I rethink my strategy and put one of them on. It’s lacy and girly, and exactly the type of thing I know Jacob likes. I bought them on impulse about six months ago and never had the occasion to wear them.

  I had to admit, I was excited at the idea of having a boyfriend. It was fun having someone take me away for the weekend. I flush. Is that what I think? Do I think of Jacob as my boyfriend? That causes pause inside of me because he really doesn’t seem like the boyfriend kind of guy. I don’t want to assume our relationship is anything more than what it is, but it’s hard when I don’t really know what our boundaries are.

  Because for Jacob it doesn’t seem like he has many boundaries.

  * * * * *

  Taking a quick glance at the clock, I surprise myself that I was able to get ready in an hour. I’ve showered, waxed, primped and prepped myself, and I even managed to have my bag fully packed. A flutter of excitement races through me as I text Jacob to let them know that I’m ready. I still can’t believe I’m doing this.

  My phone buzzes.

  Jacob: Meet me outside in ten. I’ll be the guy with the limo.

  I grin and shove my phone in my bag and gather up my things before walking outside.

  True to his word, Jacob had pulled up front in his limo. I meet him at the back door of it where he takes my hand and helps me slide inside.

  “Well, hello,” he growls in his deep, smooth voice. He pulls me close and kisses me. I kiss him back, our tongues interlocking. Glancing at the driver, I’m almost relieved that it’s a different guy than last time.

  “Are you ready?” he asks as he tilts my head and kisses my neck. I sigh, trying to stem the desire that’s racing through me. He’s already got my blood pumping red hot, but I also want to show some restraint. To show him that I don’t have to rip his clothes of the second I’m around him. The problem is, that’s harder said than done.

  “I think so,” I grin.

  “You’re nervous,” he says with a chuckle. “That’s a good thing... trust me. You had fun every other time right? I bet you didn’t expect to enjoy any of those times.”

  “Yes,” I admit. Everything he says is true. I can’t imagine that this will be any different. I bite my lip, just thinking about last time has me wet.

  * * * * *

  The rest of the two hour route to our getaway location is a scenic one. I know nothing about where it is, other than it’s on the beach down the coast somewhere. Jacob surprises me by being an absolute gentleman on the way. The one time I do try and snuggle up to him, he chuckles and stops me as my fingers fumble with his zipper.

  “I want you as turned on and excited as possible, ready for tonight.” He mumbles. His response makes me shiver. What does he have in store for me?

  As the limo pulls up to our final destination I’m blown away by how beautiful it is. I can smell the ocean air in the gentle breeze that’s tickling at my arms. At first glance, it looks exactly as I would picture any normal romantic getaway. And if I didn’t know any better I’d probably have thought that is exactly what it would be.

  We head directly towards our room. Jacob had called ahead during the drive to alert them that we would be arriving. The hostess meets us at our suite, and exchanges a look with Jacob. I start to get the feeling that he’s a pretty regular client of hers. She unlocks the door, hands us our swipe cards, and leaves as quickly as she arrived.

  “After you,” he says with a smile, motioning for me to go inside.

  I step inside our room. My heart is racing, because again I have no idea what to expect. It’s absolutely stunning, with floor to ceiling windows that overlook the ocean and a sprawling balcony that wraps around the room.

  A huge king size bed sits in the middle of the room, surrounded by modern and clearly expensive décor. I kick my sandals off, and scrunch my toes against the lush soft carpet. This was so much better than what I could have ever expected–and my expectations were pretty high.

  “Impressed?” he grins, his dark eyes twinkling.

  I nod, unable to wipe the smile off my face. “Totally,” I admit

  “Have a look around,” he says. He opens the door for his driver, who carries our luggage in.

  I do as I’m told and walk around. I spy the balcony outside and open the sliding doors. The sun paints the landscape in a gentle orange glow as it begins its final decent. I take it all in with the gentle wind blowing softly against my face. It’s hard for me to believe this place is only a two hour drive from home and I’d never been here before. This must be a well-kept secret.

  Jacob joins me outside, wrapping his arms around my waist. I smile, nestling the side of my head against his shoulder as his fingers creep under the hem of my dress. His hands gently stroking my thighs. I’m
aching for him to be inside of me, because I’ve waited all day to be with him. Fuck the view, all I want right now is him.

  I turn around and start undoing his buttons. He takes hold of my wrists and smiles, his dark eyes shining. “You really are horny today, aren’t you?” he chuckles.

  I narrow my eyes, because it’s not usually so hard to get him to play with me.

  “Come with me,” he says, nodding inside.

  Taking me by the hand, he leads me back into our suite. We walk over to a door on the far side of the room that I hadn’t noticed earlier. He unlocks it, then turns the handle, opening it just a hair before stopping. Turning back to face me, he grins.

  “I hope you can handle this.”

  I swallow, a small wave of panic rushing through my veins because I have no idea what that means.

  He pushes the door open and sweeps me inside. It’s just the two of us, standing together in complete darkness. My heart races as I wait for him to flick on the light, or something. When he finally does, my mouth drops open. I slowly turn and take everything in, not quite believing any of it.

  The room is identical in layout to the one next door. The only difference is that instead of the windows, there is a giant black wall. But it’s what’s on the wall that has me gaping. I can feel my fingers trembling as I walk over and take in row upon row of whips, paddles, handcuffs, and God knows what else.

  It’s like I’ve walked into his own private sex dungeon. I had no idea that places like this actually existed. I blush, feeling sheltered. This is a long way from me creeping outside his window. And here I was thinking that made me some kind of sexual deviant. I turn back to Jacob, my eyes wide.

  “This is what we’re here for?”

  He nods, his eyes gleaming. “Among other things, yes.”

  He leads me over to the large, king sized bed that rests on the floor next to the wall. I admire the stitching on the quilt cover and then remember why I’m here. He takes a blindfold from the nightstand and runs his fingers over the silky material before wrapping it over my eyes.

  With him in front of me, I feel his soft, warm breath against my cheek as he reaches behind me and unzips my dress, letting it flow to the floor. I whimper as his finger trails over the delicate lacy material of my thong. He kisses my neck and pushes me back until I’m standing against the wall behind me. I swallow, no idea what he is planning on doing to me.

  “Scared?” he whispers.

  “Terrified.”

  He takes my wrists and secures them in handcuffs, then lifts them above my head. “This should help,” he says with a devious grin.

  I swallow, my heart racing. Not being able to see what he’s doing is extremely sexy, but it also makes me so nervous. I’ve seen enough horror movies to know this never ends well.

  My hands are secured to the wall above me and Jacob tightens them until he’s satisfied that I can’t escape. I bite my lip as his finger trails over my body, every touch sending me into a frenzy. Eventually, he reaches behind my back to unclasp my bra. He pauses as he figures out how to remove it.

  “I would’ve thought it made sense to remove that before you handcuffed me,” I chuckle, sensing his dilemma.

  “Well, it’s a good thing I come prepared,” he murmurs. I jump as the cold metal of a knife touches my shoulders. The bra slips away and I realize he’s cut the straps off.

  “That was a hundred and fifty dollar bra,” I whisper, my eyes wide under the blindfold. All I can see is expensive black silk. His lips press against mine. My heart pounds as he kisses me, all the while his fingers playing with my nipples. He breaks away, panting heavily.

  “I’ll buy you ten more of them,” he mumbles.

  A rush of air brushes past my pussy as he yanks my panties down. I press my thighs together, aching, my pussy begging to be played with. He nudges my legs apart and forces his tongue between my desperate lips. I gasp, my knees buckling at the feel of his mouth on my pussy.

  “You taste so sweet,” he groans, flicking my clit as he dives deeper inside me again. I go to lift my leg to give him deeper access, but he restrains me, forcing my thigh up against the wall. I cry out as he teases me, wishing I could run my hands through his hair.

  “Please,” I whimper as he nibbles on my clit. It’s almost agony, but I don’t want him to stop. I’m so close to coming, the only thing missing is his cock inside my pussy. “Please, fuck me,” I mumble, barely able to string words together.

  “You’ll get that when you’ve proven yourself to be deserving,” he replies.

  I cry out again as he pushes his tongue so deep that I ejaculate. He licks at my juices as my body convulses, begging for relief. He doesn’t let up until I’m nearly in tears. If it wasn’t for the cuffs holding me upright I’d be on the floor in a crumpled mess.

  He frees me from the restraints and I fall into his arms, panting. I can’t imagine the night getting any better, but something tells me what I just experienced is nothing compared to what is coming.

  “Get dressed, and we’ll go get some dinner.” He kisses me on the lips and turns to walk out of the room. Before exiting, he turns back for a moment, his eyes narrowing. “Oh, and leave the underwear off.”

  * * * * *

  I can barely walk as we get out of the car at the restaurant. I feel like I’ve been through the most intense workout in the world, and I loved every second of it. He insisted on driving to the other side of the resort as to save my energy for later. That thought both terrifies and excites me.

  We walk into the classy resort restaurant, and I run my hands over the black dress clinging to my sides. He senses my discomfort and leans over to kiss me.

  “You look stunning,” he assures me. “In fact, I’m resisting the urge to rip it off you and fuck you right here.”

  I grin, loving that I do that to him. I might have to play that to my advantage later. My eyes straying to the other couples. These people who if I saw them anywhere else I’d never expect they’d be into such dirty, sexy things.

  “Are all the rooms here the same?” I ask curiously.

  “No, they cater for all sorts of people and kinks. Bondage, voyeurism, role play. So, everyone might be here for something different.” He chuckles as my eyes stray around the room again. “You’re trying to figure out what everyone else is here for, aren’t you?” he laughs.

  “Maybe,” I mumble as we are led over to a table. I sit down and he sits opposite me. I cross my legs, my pussy feeling different without any underwear as it brushes past the fabric of my dress. He watches me with an intense expression, and I know he’s thinking about the same thing I am.

  “Just remember, they’re probably doing the same thing with you.”

  My eyes widen because I never thought of that. How many of these people are looking at me, wondering if I’m into anal play?

  “Relax, Charlie. Nobody cares.” Jacob assures me. “What are you thinking now?” he asks me as my expression changes.

  “That I’m not used to feeling so naked,” I grin. He shifts in his seat and rubs his jawline, and I laugh. Now that I know that is turning him on and I decide to play with him. I part my lips and reach for a bread stick from the basket on the table.

  “What are you doing?” he asks, amused as I place it between my lips.

  “I’m hungry,” I say innocently. “What, is this turning you on?”

  “I think you know that it is,” he grumbles. I kick my heel off left my foot and lift it so it rests between his legs. He gasps as I gently massage his erection.

  “Well, you’re definitely hard,” I tease. His eyes narrow as I continue play with him. He glances around the room while I chuckle softly.

  “It’s okay, there’s no judgment here, remember?” I tease.

  “You better watch yourself, Charlie. You don’t know what you’re unleashing here. If you start something, you had better be prepared to finish it.” His eyes gleam with promise, and I’m spurred on by his words. I know I’m going to pay for this la
ter, but right now, I’m enjoying the control I have over him.

  My foot stays in place through most of the meal. I push him to the edge but never over, then wait just long enough for him to recover before I do it all over again. Towards the end of our dinner as dessert arrives, I hitch up my dress just enough to slide a finger inside myself. I let out a soft moan.

  “Are you doing what I think you’re doing?” he asks, his voice pained.

  “Well that depends,” I reply with a sly grin. “If you think I’m sliding a finger inside my pussy and touching myself in a crowded restaurant, then you’ve got it pretty much right.”