Mr. Black's Proposal (Part Two: A Billionaire Erotic Romance) Read online

  Steph

  I loved it. I loved how the low timbre of his voice vibrated through my nerves. I loved the way he spoke to me, as though his desire was all rolled up in his possessiveness.

  And, if I was being honest, it was nice to have someone else take control. I’d always been the more active lover in the bedroom, and I always hated it when guys thought that it was my job to keep them interested.

  Lucas was nothing like that. He knew exactly what he wanted, and he wasn’t scared to tell me. I’d never wanted to give someone a blow job so badly. There had been one moment in there, one moment when he had lost control. I loved that I could do that to him. It had only lasted a moment, though, and now he was back in control.

  The thought made me shiver with anticipation.

  “Get on the bed. On your hands and knees.”

  I crawled onto the bed. I felt so exposed, even with clothes on. Lucas stood at the side of the bed. Even though he’d just orgasmed, I could see his cock beginning to bulge again as he watched me position myself on the bed.

  He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the ground. His pants and briefs soon joined it.

  “Whatever I do to your body, don’t move. Do you understand?”

  I nodded my head, a thrill of excitement running through me.

  He spanked me, hard.

  “Ahh!” I cried out.

  “I said, don’t move.”

  “Oh. Right.” I had to keep myself from nodding again.

  “Understood.”

  He went to the foot of the bed. I could feel the bed shake as he positioned himself behind me, between my legs. I tensed as his hands ran over my hips, then down my skirt and under the hem. His fingers grazed my inner thigh as he bent over me. I could feel his cock twitching against my ass. I stared down at the silken sheets, willing myself not to move.

  “Are you comfortable like this?” he asked. His breath was in my ear.

  “Yes,” I said, struggling not to nod again. His touch was amazingly light, even as he pulled up my skirt to my waist. I hitched a breath and didn’t move.

  He kissed the back of my neck. His hand moved around to my front, slipping under my bra. He pinched my nipple. I yelped.

  “Don’t move,” he purred in my ear.

  One hand pinched at my nipple and the other hand moved down, down to my ass. His grazing touch turned harder, and then he was pushing my panties aside. My breath came fast and I could feel my pulse starting to beat harder in my ears.

  He plunged his fingers into my already-soaking wet slit. I gasped as I felt his fingers stretch me, push into me. I clenched myself against him, aching to move backwards onto his fingers. I wanted more, needed it.

  “Stay still,” he whispered. His breath was hot in my ear. His chest pressed against my shoulder, his skin hot against mine. I was still wearing my skirt, and my underwear, although both my bra and panties had been shoved aside by his hands for access. It made me feel almost dirtier. I’d never had sex while I was still in a state of semi-dress before.

  I moaned as his fingers moved into me, thick and slick with my own juices.

  “Lucas—” I gasped. My heart pounded, and I struggled not to arch into him as he continued to work me, to stretch me. I shuddered.

  It was him. He’s the one you need.

  He thrust his fingers in and out of me and I clenched my eyes shut, my body clenching just as hard against his hand.

  No. I don’t need anyone.

  That wasn’t true, not now at least. I needed him, and worse. I needed more. I needed him to go farther, deeper— I shifted my weight back slightly, pushing myself around his fingers.

  He withdrew his hand immediately. My body went hollow with an aching pain.

  “Lucas!” I moaned, my voice rasping at the air.

  He spanked me, this time so hard that I felt the jolt through my body. I yelped. It wasn’t the pain of the spanking. It was the pain of not having him inside of me anymore.

  “Don’t. Move.”

  I would do it. I would do anything he said, so long as he came back to me. I would follow every order of his, no matter how crazy. How stupid had I been to think that I could forget about him? I couldn’t forget about this if my life depended on it.

  He moved both of his hands down to my ass so that he was squeezing, massaging both cheeks. My muscles ached for his touch and I moaned in my throat as he massaged deeper and deeper.

  With a final caress, his hands released my ass. I stiffened, tensing my muscles. Don’t move. I wouldn’t do anything else to make him stop. He shifted back farther on the bed. I couldn’t see him from where I was kneeling, and I didn’t dare move again so that I had a better view.

  Then I felt his breath against my skin, at the soft sensitive curve where my ass hit my thigh. I shivered.

  Lucas nuzzled me, warm and teasing. I bit my lip and tried not to let my body rock back to meet him. My core ached at the spot where he’d withdrawn his fingers.

  Without warning, his mouth came down against my slit, his nose pressing almost at my asshole. I squealed as he sucked my swollen clit, his tongue moving in lazy circles around the aching nub.

  “Put—put your fingers in me again,” I said.

  “You didn’t say please.”

  “Please! Please put your fingers in me—”

  I felt his thumb against my asshole. I didn’t—no, wait—that’s not what I meant—

  Before I could say anything else, though, he pushed inward. I felt an explosion of sensation come through my whole body like a burst of fire.

  “Ahh!”

  I couldn’t help jerking away. His hand pulled my thigh, though, and he tugged me back into place. He spanked me again. The pain wasn’t anything compared to the completely alien sensation that had just gripped me, and I squirmed.

  “Bad girl,” he said, his hand coming down with another spank. “I told you not to move.”

  “Yes… yes…” I said.

  I breathed out a gust of air as I returned to my position, staying as steady as I could on my hands and knees. I needed him, God, I needed him. I had never needed anything so badly.

  Just this one time. Just once more.

  “Mmm, Steph,” Lucas said. He flicked his tongue against my clit as he pushed his thumb again into my asshole. Again, the burning sensation, but this time his thumb began to massage me there. I moaned as the burning feeling reached my core. The steady pressure massaging my muscles there began to make me throb with a strange need. I’d never thought of it as an erogenous place, but now that Lucas was pushing his thumb into me with the same slow rhythm, my body began to respond to the unfamiliar touch.

  “Relax.”

  I hadn’t realized that I was tense, but now I focused on letting my muscles ease into a relaxed state. He kept at it with his thumb, working my asshole. As I let my tension go, the sensations turned into a need that grew and grew until I ached fiercely. This was good, yes, it was more than good, but it wasn’t enough.

  As though reading my mind, Lucas spoke from behind me.

  “Do you want more?” he asked.

  “Yes! Yes, God, yes!”

  He was up on his knees behind me in an instant. I had no time to brace myself before he thrust deep into me.

  “Ohhh!”

  How was he so rock hard already? His cock was like a thick rod stretching me so, so far.

  “God, Lucas. You’re so big. I can’t—I can’t—”

  I moaned as he pushed forward. He eased out and then thrust back in again, working his cock even farther into me.

  My orgasm was rising up inside of me so quickly that I could almost feel it pulsing inside, waiting to get out. I was almost there—almost— I rocked back against him. Immediately he pulled out and spanked me so hard I felt like my skin was on fire. I yelped and jerked forward, but he yanked me back against him, his strong hands gripping my thighs. His open palm came down against me again and again in a flurry of spanks.

  “Please—” I moan
ed. I didn’t know if I was asking him to stop or keep going. I only knew that I needed him inside me. “Please, Lucas—”

  “Don’t move.”

  I trembled. Every muscle in my arms and legs throbbed, wanting to throw myself against him. But I couldn’t. I had to stay like this, stay on my hands and knees.

  “Please,” I said, once I’d obeyed him. “Please, oh, God, Lucas—”

  His cock impaled me, and I screamed in pleasure. He reached down with his hand and pressed his fingers against my swollen clit. As I drew ragged, gasping breaths, he began to rub back and forth in slow, deep motions, matching the time of his thrusts.

  I was still. I didn’t move. It was impossible, but I knew that if I moved I would be punished again. And my orgasm was aching to burst out of me. All I could do was clench my muscles around him, urging him on, urging him to push in deeper.

  Then his other hand moved again at my asshole. With one hand he worked my ass, and the other my clit, and as he thrust deep into me, I screamed and screamed and could not stop.

  It was a climax like nothing else I’d ever experienced. The terrible, awful torturous need made my orgasm explode with a thunder that I’d never before experienced. It shook me to the core and I shivered against his hands, clutching his cock and milking it with only the muscles deep inside my body to help me.

  “Come with me,” I moaned, the waves of orgasm still rippling through my body. “Lucas, please, come—”

  He pulled out and I heard him gasp. His hot seed splashed over my lower back, spilling down over my ass.

  One more time.

  I closed my eyes. The world had a heartbeat, and everything was pulsing through me like air, like water, like the best feeling I’d ever had or would ever have. It was perfect.

  It was perfect, but it wouldn’t last.

  One more time.

  His hands ran over my skin, my rumpled clothes, and still I kept my eyes closed. Still I didn’t move. If I moved, it would be over, and I didn’t want it to be over. Not yet.

  One more time…

  Chapter Four

  Lucas

  My workout room was a temple that I shared with only my closest friends. Clint and Jake were both there now, trying to keep up with the insane amount of weight that I’d loaded onto the bar. After my last experience with Steph—the last experience with her?—I was wrecking myself to erase the memory of her mouth on my cock.

  Unsuccessfully, I might add.

  Clint and Jake were no help either in helping me forget her.

  “How’s that girl you met at the party?” Clint asked.

  “You owe me a hundred bucks,” I said. “You didn’t get with… uh…”

  “Rachel.”

  “Right, Rachel. You didn’t get with her?”

  From the scowl on Clint’s face, I could tell he hadn’t.

  “Ha!” I said. “I won the bet.”

  “There was no bet,” Clint said, brushing it off. “So you did sleep with her?”

  “Of course.”

  “See?”

  “See what?” I was irritated that he was so cavalier about the whole thing. I liked Steph. Really and truly liked her. It was a shame, then, that she was so insistent on putting an end to a good thing.

  “I knew you could pull it off,” Clint said. “How’d you do it?”

  “I, uh, I flew her to Paris,” I said.

  Jake grinned.

  “I knew that was why you asked me to invite her,” he said.

  “Oh, shut up.”

  “Are you going to get with her again?” Clint asked.

  “I don’t know,” I said, turning away so that they couldn’t see my disappointment.

  Steph had left quickly after the last time. The last time. She didn’t want to see me again, didn’t want to make another mistake.

  I wondered what was so horrible about me that she had to pull herself away. The naked photos, maybe. That had been a stupid idea, but I didn’t really take pictures of anything except skimpily clothed girls. It wasn’t my fault.

  I pushed the bar up and let it clang onto the cage. Clint struggled to lift the weight, then gave up.

  “Start lower,” I said. “Work your way up to the higher weights. What’s your goal?”

  “My goal is to look good naked,” Clint said.

  I rolled my eyes.

  “My goal is to look good in a tux,” Jake said, curling a barbell up to his shoulder.

  “You’re already engaged,” Clint said. “I think you’re allowed to let yourself go if you’re a husband.”

  “I’m not a husband yet,” Jake said, gritting his teeth and curling another rep.

  “How’s being engaged?” I asked.

  “Yeah,” Clint chimed in. “Has she turned into Bridezilla yet?”

  “Nah,” Jake said. “She has painted a dozen different wedding invitations, though, and she can’t decide which one to use.”

  “Just have her keep making new ones until you have enough to send a different one to every guest.”

  “Now that sounds like a plan,” Jake said.

  I took a break and sat my ass down on the workout mat. Otis trotted over from his corner, a tennis ball in his mouth. He always knew he could bother me when I was taking a break from the weights.

  I tossed it across the room and watched him slide over the tile as he snapped his jaws at the bouncing ball. I glanced over at the wall of mirrors to look at myself. Clint’s comment about looking good naked had me worried. Was that why Steph had pulled away from me so quickly? No. I looked fine. Sure, I wasn’t as rock hard as I had been in high school, but I wasn’t dog food, either.

  I couldn’t let her make me self-conscious. If she didn’t want to be with me, then that was all there was to it. I shouldn’t beat myself up over it. I’d gotten her in bed, anyway. Hell, I’d gotten her in bed twice. That should have been enough to sate whatever stupid urge it was that made her face come up whenever I closed my eyes.

  But I’d fucked her silly, and I still felt like it wasn’t enough. What the hell was wrong with me?

  “Lucas? Hello?”

  “Huh?” I said, snapping back to reality.

  “How about a double date tomorrow?” Jake asked. “You, me, Steph and Lacey.”

  “What about me?” Clint said.

  “You’re not allowed,” I said automatically. “You always bring your groupies, and they’re always dumb as hell.”

  “But they’re cute,” Clint said.

  “No,” I said. “And I don’t think Steph wants to date me.”

  “You could marry her,” Jake said.

  “Would you listen to this guy!” Clint said. “Marry her!”

  “You think I should listen to him?” I joked.

  “No!” Clint said. “As soon as he gets engaged, he wants everyone to get handcuffed along with him.”

  “Handcuffs? I don’t need to know these details of your sex life,” I said.

  “I’ve never seen you so worked up about a girl,” Jake said.

  “Me?” I was aware that my voice was rising, but I couldn’t stop it. “I’m not worked up!”

  “So worked up,” Clint said. “Would she even want to marry you?”

  “Marry me? Who said anything about me getting married? Why are we talking about this all of a sudden?” I stood up, feeling the blood rush to my head.

  “Your mom can’t stop talking about it,” Jake said. “You want to settle down sometime, right?”

  “No! I don’t want to get married! Stop talking like you’re a group of teenage girls!” Even as I said it, though, I couldn’t stop my mind from unspooling a reel of images: Steph taking my hand just to hold it; Steph curled up against me, naked and sleepy; Steph in a wedding dress; me taking off Steph’s wedding dress…

  I shook my head. It was impossible.

  But Clint only laughed.

  “Come on. It’s not like you have to stop sleeping around. Having a wife will be the perfect way to get your mom off your back.
You can still have chicks on the side if you want. Belle will always be around if you need a quick fuck. And that other girl, I forget her name…”

  While Clint’s voice trailed off, I swallowed back the lump in my throat. The thought of being with Belle again—or any other woman, for that matter— “I don’t think that’s Lucas’s problem,” Jake said.

  “Oh?” I snapped back. “What’s my problem?”

  “Your problem,” Jake said, “is that you can’t get her out of your head.”

  “That’s ridiculous.” Otis nudged my hand and I took the tennis ball, throwing it absentmindedly. It went splashing into the pool and Otis went splashing right after it.

  “I’m right, aren’t I?”

  “I bet you a million dollars you can’t get that girl to marry you, anyway,” Clint said.

  “I’d take that bet,” Jake said. “I think he could do it.”

  “Why are you even betting on this?!” I said. “It’s not going to happen!”

  “Chicken,” Clint said.

  “Goddammit, stop talking about marriage proposals,” I said. I threw Otis’s ball again. It bounced off the far wall and landed on top of the lifting cage. Otis ran over and sat whining at the bottom of the cage. I sighed. “I’m not going to ask her.”

  “A million dollars, dude,” Clint said. “Take the bet.”

  “No.” I pressed my lips together and tried not to think about Steph.

  “You don’t even have to go through with getting married. Just the proposal. Just—”

  “”No bet! Just shut up about it, alright?”

  I jumped up and grabbed Otis’s tennis ball from the top of the machine.

  “Man, he really is worked up over this girl,” Clint said. Jake nodded sagely.

  “I’m not,” I grumbled.

  “I think he might be falling in love,” Jake said.

  “I’m not!”

  I curled my palms around the bar and squatted. It was the most weight I’d ever lifted, but I didn’t even feel it. My teeth were gritted hard as I did another rep.

  I wasn’t falling in love.

  And I definitely wasn’t falling in love with the only woman in New York City who didn’t want anything to do with me.

  The next day I had a photography shoot. Normally, doing a shoot would calm me down. The day to day business of Black Media Enterprises was boring, all meetings and paperwork. Photo shoots were my one creative outlet. I loved looking at skimpily-clad models through a photo lens.