Page 11 of The Tycoon (The Douglas Brothers #1)

Dolly

Am I really doing this? Oh my God. I’m really doing this.

Trying my best to quiet my racing thoughts, I crawl my naked body towards the center of Sutton’s bed. It’s the largest bed I’ve ever seen in my life; I had no clue beds came in anything larger than a California King. This thing could hold at least ten grown adults.

Has this bed held ten grown adults? Oh, God. Is it so big because he has orgies? Is he a swinger? Does he have threesomes? Foursomes?

Shut the fuck up, Dolly. Breathe.

Taking in a strangled breath, I turn towards Sutton as he follows me.

For some reason, he’s left on his grey boxer briefs while I am as naked as can be.

Maybe he doesn’t want to intimidate me by letting me see his cock?

Maybe it’s so big that he’s afraid I will grab my stuff and run for the hills?

I don’t know, I’m pretty damn nervous, if you couldn’t already tell.

He looks like a starving man that’s just been given the juiciest steak.

His expression is hungry and feral; it makes my stomach tighten into sharp knots.

Lord, he wants me. It’s a realization that makes me feel…

powerful. Is that what I’m feeling? Yeah, it is.

Well, along with anxiety, of course. Ugh, I wish my brain would shut up.

“That’s good. Right there Princess, just lay down and spread your legs wide for me,” he husks.

Nodding my head, I do exactly as he says.

Lying flat on my back, my eyes dance over the white tray ceiling as I try to calm my erratic heart.

Parting my trembling legs, I’m thankfully distracted by the softness of the down comforter beneath me.

It’s like I’m lying on the fluffiest, warmest marshmallow.

I wonder for a moment if I should ask him if he would like me to crawl under the sheets, so we don’t ruin it, but when he hovers over me, I lose all semblance of thought.

“You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen,” he purrs, his dark blue eyes traveling over my face.

Holding my breath, my lips lift into a thankful grin.

I think he’s said that to me fifteen times in the last five minutes, but I’m not complaining.

Taking off my clothes in front of him was nerve wracking at first, but then he went in heavy with the compliments, then heavy with the yearning looks.

No man has ever made me feel this desirable, or this special.

I swear Sutton Douglas is too good to be true.

“Thank you, Sir,” I reply.

Giving me a smirk, he leans down to brush his lips over mine. Barely kissing me, my eyelids flutter down for a moment as he speaks against my parted mouth.

“I want to make sure you’re good and ready for me, Princess, so I’m going to touch you…

and kiss you…lick you…and I might even bite you here and there.

But don’t worry, you’ll love every second of this.

I promise I’ll be gentle but there will come a point where your little moans and pleas will be too much for me.

When that moment comes, I want you to twist your little hands into this blanket and let go, because I will feast. Don’t think, don’t hold back…

just let go, and give yourself to me. Do you understand? ”

Opening my eyes, I meet his sultry gaze. I can barely nod my head. Holy fuck. I'm so turned on by his little speech.

“I understand, Sir,” I reply, my voice not more than a whisper.

“Good girl,” he says, giving me the sweetest kiss.

His lips linger for a handful of heartbeats before he pulls away.

Trailing a line of tender kisses, he moves along my jaw and down the side of my neck.

Leaning my head, I give him full access.

He hums an approval, pressing his warm mouth over my pulse point.

Biting down gently, he begins to suckle upon my skin.

I laugh softly at the tickling sensation of his tongue.

He’s marking me like I’m his teenage sweetheart, but I don’t care.

I hope he leaves more before he’s through.

I want visual reminders of where he’s been.

Lifting my hand from the bed, I play with his dark brown locks.

Stopping his lustful attack, he abruptly pulls away from my neck.

“No. This is about you, Dolly,” he growls, his breath hot against my neck. “Keep your hands on the bed. Just enjoy the pleasure I’m giving you. Soon enough, I will take mine…but this? This is all for you. Understood?”

My heart skips from the strained, dark tone to his voice. It sends a shiver from the base of my skull all the way down to my tailbone.

“Yes, Sir...I understand.”

Praising me with a sweet phrase, he returns his attention to my throat. Swiping his tongue over the love mark, he moves an inch lower to give me another one. This time, the bite of his teeth is a little deeper, the sharpness elicits a surprised gasp.

Easing his teeth, he licks my skin in what I consider to be an apology. Giving the tender spot a kiss, he hums softly.

“You will get to a point where you like the pain, Princess,” he says, his left hand moving to the opposite side of my body.

His fingertips trail lines of fire from my collarbone down to my breast. My eyes watch intently as they dance along the swell, his touch causing my nipple to harden into a needy pebble.

“There’s a fine line between pleasure,” he continues, skimming the pad of his middle finger over my nipple.

He teases it, slowly circling the tip of his finger.

I shudder from the feather-light sensation, a desperate moan bubbles from my throat.

I’m mesmerized by the vision of him touching me and the way my body is responding.

I’m so starved for affection that he already has me aching, I can feel myself growing more wet with every pass.

“And pain,” he husks.

Without warning, he roughly pinches my nipple between his middle finger and thumb.

I cry out from the intense zing, my torso instinctively arches.

He holds it firmly as I cry, then moves his thumb as if he wants to snap his fingers.

The rough action adds another layer of consuming pain that radiates over my entire breast. My gaze moves to his, my face twisting in shock.

“Shh…it’s ok. You’re ok. You’re holding your breath, Princess. Breathe. Breathe through it,” he commands.

I blink at him before I realize that he is right. Taking in a breath through my nose, I focus on the burning sensation in my breast before pushing the breath out of my mouth. I don’t know what kind of spell he has put me under, but the pain morphs into a tender tickle that is damn near pleasurable.

“Good girl. That’s what I want you to do from now on, ok? When something is uncomfortable or painful, just breathe through it.”

Nodding my head, I can’t help but smile from his words of wisdom. I have a feeling he’s trying to teach me a coping technique that I can use outside of the bedroom as well. God, he really does want to take care of me. It makes my desperation for him all the more intense.

“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.

Placing a loving kiss against my neck, he gives me a wink before moving his head to my pained tit. Pursing his lips together, he pushes out a stream of warm air. It flows over my nipple, erasing the rest of the discomfort from the pinch like magic. How does he know what to do?

“Probably from all the orgies,” I say at full volume.

My body freezes as I register my own words. I can’t believe I actually said that aloud. Oh my God.

Meeting my eyes, a curious look falls over Sutton’s handsome face. Quirking his head, he lets out a small chuckle.

“Probably from all the orgies, Princess? Excuse me?” he asks in disbelief.

Widening my eyes, I begin to stutter as I think of a good lie. I don’t think he would appreciate me thinking that he hosts huge orgies in his impeccably maintained condo.

“I...I’m sorry…a random thought just popped into my head!” I exclaim.

Narrowing his eyes, he huffs an icy laugh. Annoyance peppers his expression, I’m not sure if he believes me.

“A thought about orgies, Princess? When I’m playing with your tit? Apparently, I’m not doing a good enough job, then. I’m going to have to rectify that.”

Dropping his head, he takes my nipple into his mouth. Gently holding it between his teeth, he flicks the tip of his wet tongue over it. Slowly at first, then quickly gaining speed. Coaxing a series of whimpers and moans from me that I have never heard myself make.

Lifting my hand to touch him, I catch myself before I reach his arm. Dropping it back to the mattress, I allow myself to enjoy his attention. Every swipe of his tongue quiets my mind and lowers my inhibitions. He’s making my body sing, and he hasn’t really begun. I’m dying to know his plans for me.

As if he can read my mind, he gives my nipple one last lick before letting it fall from his mouth. Kissing his way across my skin, his attention settles in the valley between my breasts, where he claims me again with another love bite.

“Oh, God!” I whine, my fingers twisting into the cream comforter.

Sutton chuckles, I can feel him shake his head. His hand trails to my other tit. Cupping it in his large hand, he squeezes it tightly before relaxing his grip. Again and again, all while the pad of his thumb slides over my pebbled nipple.

“Princess...God has no place here. If you need to pray, pray to me. I’m the only one who can take you to heaven,” he growls.

Gasping from his words, the tone and intention behind them makes me lose just a little more of my mind. What he’s demanding is blasphemy, and I am going straight to hell. Sutton Douglas is my new God; I will worship him until my last breath.

His mouth kisses a line from my chest down my stomach. My abdomen tenses as my self-consciousness comes rushing back. It’s not nearly as flat and toned as I would like it to be, and I loathe the tiny pooch of my lower belly.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, his lips gliding over my curves. “Your body is perfect…and it’s mine. Isn’t it?”