Page 40 of The Morally Grey Billionaires Boxset

Liam

"What are you doing?" she gasps.

I slap her butt, and there’s no mistaking the shivers that grip her. "You don’t talk until I let you. You don’t come until I allow you to."

"Wait, what?" This time I slap her butt cheeks one after the other, again and again, until she’s writhing, and panting, and moaning. Then I spank her again. "No more words until I give you permission.”

“But—" I slap her arse so hard, she yells. “What the fuck?”

“No more saying the four-letter word unless it’s translated into an action, you feel me, Ladybird?”

She draws in a breath, and I sense her nod.

“Good.” I spin around and walk toward the bookshelf on the far right.

If the library on my island is about catering to the classics, then the one here holds my personal favorites.

I press down on the spine of Venus in Furs by Leopold von Sacher-Masoch and the door slides aside.

When I step through, she stills. "You have a secret room?

Is it like the red room that Christian Grey has in Fifty Shades of Grey? "

I slap her butt again, she huffs. “What the hell, Liam?”

“Remember what I said? You ask me for permission before I let you speak.”

She scoffs.

“Isla,” I lower my voice to a huff, “defy me, and I promise I’ll wallop you so hard, you’ll feel my handprint on your arse for days.”

A shudder grips her, and that’s almost my undoing. She likes it when I talk dirty to her. She loves it when I slap her butt. Can she be any more perfect?

“Fine, fine. Permission to speak, please?”

“That wasn’t very polite,” I smirk. She makes a growling sound at the back of her throat, but when she speaks her voice is subdued. “Permission to speak please?”

“There, that wasn’t too hard, was it? Also, I heard you the first time. Who’s this Christian character?”

"You haven’t heard of Fifty Shades of Grey?" she cries in surprise.

"Is it one of your smutty books?"

"It’s the smutty book. It’s thanks to Fifty Shades that an entire generation of us discovered BDSM."

"What you’re going to discover now is not ordinary BDSM, baby."

"Umm, o-k-a-y. Should I be worried?" She giggles, then gasps when I throw her down on the bed.

She bounces once, then supports herself on her elbows.

Her gaze widens. She takes in the gray, cashmere-covered walls, the thick carpet, the dimmed lighting, the raised table in the corner, until her gaze comes to rest on the closet that covers one wall.

The spotlight from above highlights her soft skin, making her seem even more ethereal than usual.

"This looks—"

"Normal?"

"Too normal." She laughs. "You’re hiding your not-ordinary-BDSM devices in that closet, huh?"

"What do you think?"

"I think you’re trying to scare me."

"Am I succeeding?"

Her chest rises and falls. Her pupils dilate, until there’s only a circle of black left around the circumference of her irises. It’s answer enough, without any words being spoken. She’s turned on by the thought of what I can do to her. She glances at the closet, then back at me. "Do your worst."

I can’t stop my mouth from twisting. Goddamn, but she challenged me. Either she’s really not scared of me, or… she’s trying to push me to find out what I’m going to do next.

I move closer to the bed, then in one quick move, I’m on it and over her, balancing my weight on my palms and the toes of my feet as I plank over her.

She shrinks back against the bed, but her eyes are defiant. Color tinges her cheeks. The pulse at the base of her neck beats so fast, it’s like the rapid movement of a hummingbird’s wings.

"You sure about that, LadyBird? Once I start, there’s no stopping me."

She glances between my eyes.

"How many women have you brought here?"

"What if I tell you, there’s been no one here…

before you. What if I tell you I’ve been stocking this room for the day that I’d have the woman of my dreams here to play with me, that from the moment I saw you, I knew it was you.

What if I tell you that" —I lower myself until my lips are poised less than a millimeter from hers— "once I fuck you in this room, you’ll be spoiled for anyone else? "

"Is that a promise?"

I rub my nose against hers. "That’s a pledge."

Her gaze softens. She cups my cheek. "Just for tonight, you can do whatever you want to me."

"And after?"

She swallows. "I don’t know, Liam. I’m trying to figure this out. Please, be patient with me."

It’s as close to a promise as I’m going to get from her. It’s not nearly enough, but it will have to do. For now. "Okay," I say before brushing my lips against hers.

"Okay," she breathes against my mouth.

"Okay." I lower my head and sniff her neck, and the scent of her, as always, goes straight to my head. At the same time, the blood rushes to my cock. A groan rumbles up my chest. My biceps tremble. "Goddamn, woman, you slay me every time."

I sense her smile, then she wraps her arms about my shoulders. "Come inside me, baby."

My thigh muscles spasm. My dick thickens further. If I stay here another second, I’ll be doing exactly that, and I don’t want to. Not yet.

"Soon." I lean over her again and kiss her deeply.

She parts her lips, and the taste of her courses through my veins.

Like salvation and redemption and deliverance, all rolled into one.

She’s my lifeline, and I’m hers. Only she hasn’t realized it yet.

And maybe I’m taking undue advantage of her by using everything I have at my disposal to bind her to me, but it’s the only tool I have.

Something more potent than my wealth or my power.

It’s a chance to show her just how good I can make it for her.

And I’m going to press my advantage while I have it.

I push back, then slide to my feet next to the bed. "First, I need to take care of you."

I prowl over to the cabinet and fling open the doors, revealing the array of my sex toys. Devices I’ve accumulated as lovingly as my books. Both stimulate me mentally and emotionally, but the gadgets also push boundaries and are a source of physical pleasure.

I sense her still, then feel the worry that vibrates off her body.

"They’re completely safe," I murmur.

"I know." Her voice is strong, but the underlying hesitation is unmistakable.

I spin around, walk over to her and pull her into my arms. "If you want to stop, just say the word."

"You mean like a safe word."

A flush of satisfaction wells in my chest. "Apparently, your smutty books have also given you a basic education."

"More than you realize," she says with a secret smile.

"Hmm." I study her features. "Choose a safe word."

"Reflection," she says without hesitation.

I tilt my head. "Reflection."

She nods.

"And you definitely want to go ahead?"

She nods again.

"You’re definitely sure?"

"I’m sure." She half-smiles, then slides her hand between us and squeezes my crotch. "As are you."

"More than you’ll ever know."

I kiss her forehead this time, then push her onto her back.

She goes willingly. I arrange her arms by her sides, lean over and lick one of her nipples, then the other.

She shivers. I continue to lave her pointed flesh, then slide my fingers between her legs.

I strum her pussy lips and she shudders.

She throws her arms about my shoulders and pulls me closer.

I bite her nipple,while at the same time, I thrust two fingers, then three, inside her slit.

A moan bleeds from her lips, and she parts her legs.

I place my mouth on hers, swallow her other sounds, then increase the intensity of my actions.

I weave my fingers in and out of her, then grind my thumb into her clit.

Her entire body jolts. The pulse at the base of her throat thuds faster.

That’s when I tear my mouth from hers and pull out my fingers.

She blinks at me, eyes glazed with lust, skin flushed. "Liam, I was so close," she whines.

"Patience, LadyBird."

I bring my fingers to my lips and lick them clean. Her lips part.

"Much as I hate to do this, it’s for your safety." I reach over and slide off the ring I placed on her finger.

"Why are you doing that?"

"You’ll see." I slide off my own ring and place it next to hers.

"Are you wearing any other jewelry?"

She shakes her head.

I survey her features, her neck, her wrists, her ankles, just to be sure.

When I’m satisfied there’s no metal on her body, I lean over, and without taking my gaze off of her, I pull a tube from the drawer in the bedside table.

Then I smear the lube across her stomach, in and around her pussy, down her inner thighs.

"What are you doing?" she asks in a voice heavy with lust.

"It’s a water-based lubricant and it’ll amplify your pleasure so much more." I kiss her lips, whisper my lips across her jawline, and nibble on her earlobe. She shivers. I press her eyelids shut, then step back. I head to the cabinet, pull out what I need, then return to her. "Raise your head."

When she obliges, I tie the silk scarf about her eyes.

She jerks, but doesn’t protest. I test it to make sure it’s not too tight, but tight enough to stop her from anticipating what’s to come.

"Is that okay?"

She nods.

Then I kiss her on her lips again.

"I’m going to restrain your hands and your legs."

She hesitates, then slowly nods.

"Are you sure about this, LadyBird?"

She draws in a breath, then jerks her chin. "I’m sure."

"What’s your safe word?"

"Reflection."

"All you have to do is say it, and I’ll stop." Then I pull her arms over her head and loop the rope around her wrists before securing them to the headboard. I test the knots. "Is that comfortable?"

She swallows, but when she says, "It is," her voice is strong.

Once more, I brush my mouth over hers. Her lips part, but I resist the urge to slide my tongue over hers and taste her. I loop the rope around one ankle and tie it to the footboard, then do the same with the other.

I test the knots, then kiss each ankle in turn before I survey her, all spread out for my delectation. "How does that feel?"

A trembling grips her. She opens her mouth, and a whine bleeds from her lips. Her nipples are diamond hard, and moisture glistens on the pink flesh between her thighs.

"Baby, do you want me to stop?"