Page 63 of Unforgettable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #3)

"And you will go along with whatever I want?

" I strut up to him and stroke him with an extra light touch, knowing he is ticklish.

Running my fingertips very lightly down his chest to the base of his cock.

His abs flex with my touch, and I see the skin quiver involuntarily when I manage to miss his skin and only skim over his hair.

I look up from under my lashes at him, knowing his eyes are on my tits.

"Of course."

"Good. Because I know exactly what I want.

" I grin up at him and bite my lip. His eyes hood immediately, and I wink at him.

I know what that does to him. I put my hand in the middle of his chest and tell him.

"Stay." Then I walk over to the BDSM goodies and make a big show about picking up the items, examining them, and putting each back.

Then I take a blindfold and two sets of handcuffs.

As I turn to face him, I speak loud and clear to the Smart Home computerized security system he obviously has installed that is controlling the awesome sound system in our playroom. "Play 'My House' by Flo Rida, please."

The sound system answers, "Certainly," then starts to play it.

I smile and remember the Swingers' meeting. That was the last fucking fantasy I did. Time to give Aurei some mind-blowing sex!

I take a couple of sets of cuffs and make a big deal about slapping them on my wrist, making them handcuff bracelets.

Then I begin to strut and dance back to Aurei, who is grinning at my twirling the blindfold.

I drag it around my eyes, prop my tits and my asscheeks with it.

When I'm by his side, I take the blindfold and open it, lift it with both hands over my head.

I push up on my tiptoes and lean toward him, tilting my face up to his and opening my mouth for a kiss.

His warm hands scorch my ribcage as he steadies me and leans down, laying his soft commanding lips on mine.

My pussy immediately responds to his touch and then his kiss.

I feel my juicy wetness. The song ends when I pull my lips off his and tell him.

"My house. My rules." Then I slip the blindfold over his eyes.

He stiffens, standing up straight. For a second, I wonder if this might have been a bad idea, like surprising him in the shower or slapping his ass, so I watch his body language.

His muscles don't seize. There is no panicked sweat.

There is no anger. He reacts like anyone would when a major sense is removed. Alertness.

I smirk. He is thinking about the handcuffs.

"Relax, Mr. Moore. Mrs. Moore only wants to play with you now. It's your turn to be tantalized and satisfied." I seize his cock and a hand. Tugging on him, I pull him. "This way. Come on. Don't be scared."

"Oh, I'm not scared." He says, but doesn't move.

I pull a little firmer. "Then come on, don't deny me."

"Oh, I'm not going to deny you." He states, but still doesn't budge.

"Humph. We can do this the hard way or the easy way, but I'm going to have my way ... with you." I tell him firmly and poke his chest.

"Just getting adjusted to the dark, Bossy Thang. If I lose my balance and fall, I'll crush you with my clumsiness."

"Oh, yes. That would be bad and not fun at all." I turn away to choose the exact spot I want to take him, then ask. "Can you see me?"

"No."

I take a hand and put it on my shoulder. "Let me know when you are ready."

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be."

I slap a handcuff on him, dip my shoulder, spin around and pin his arm behind his back. "I should have known. That's fucking trickery!"

"Yes, sir. It certainly is."

He growls. "My spirit animal is Growling Bear. Don't forget that."

"I prefer Sugar Bare, sweet and naked." I tease him.

He chuckles. "I prefer that too, actually."

"Trust me, Baby. You're gonna love your fucking fantasy."

His perfect heart-shaped lips spread slowly across his teeth, and he smiles that sexy smile.

"I better." He chuckles again. "Let's roll."

"Excellent. Be a good man and walk forward until I tell you to stop."

* * *

Aurei

* * *

"You good, Aurei?" My sweet wife asks.

My reflexive answer is, "Always."

She laughs under her breath, then lets me go and whispers. "Stay."

I hear her bare feet slapping the floor. She's going toward the door. "Hey," I call out to her.

"Stay." She yells back at me again but doesn't stop.

Alfred, the sound system, begins to play "Stay" by Rihanna.

I strain to hear Siri, but she's a quiet kitten.

I smirk, listening to the lyrics. I'm feeling like I have a fever.

The first time I saw her dance, the way she moved stirred something inside me, and for the first time in my life, I felt something real.

I see Easy's face again and smile. That.

That was what I felt, and that's what Siri wore today in the Chapel.

Undeniable love for me, and it was unforgettable.

I start to hum with the song, tapping my foot to the piano beat while I wait for my lady to return.

Here she comes. Her pace is slower, but her steps are quicker. She's carrying something heavy. I hear the sound of the object landing on the floor behind me. Ah! She brought the desk chair.

She pushes my chest. "Sit down."

I drop down and get as comfortable as I can on the hard seat, sloughing my ass to the edge for easy access. I can't help the smirk that plays at the edges of my mouth, and not wanting her to notice it, my tongue touches the corner, then slips across my bottom lip and plays in that corner too.

"I see your position and your smug look." She teases me. Then she hooks the handcuff to the back of the chair.

"Grrrrrrrr."

She giggles at me as she takes my other arm and hooks it too. One handcuff is alright, but two? "Siri?"

"Behave!" She commands, and I can see her expression in my mind. Her face tilted, and her eyes widened, and that stubborn look that says, 'don't argue with me.' I lick my lips, trying to decide if I'll behave or not.

"I promise it will be worth it." She kisses my cheek. Then I hear her running away from me. She's heading for the clothes.

"I prefer you naked," I call after her.

She laughs. "And you'll have me that way."

I hear her sliding the hangers against the rails and know this could take a while. I shift my ass in the seat, trying to get more comfortable. The cuffs slide up against the back of the chair.

"How are you doing over there?" She asks.

"Good, but ready to get the party started."

"Getting bored?"

"Getting impatient."

"Why don't you sing for me?"

"Why?"

"You know how much I love your voice. Set the mood."

Fuck! Why didn't I think of that?

"Would you like to know how I was going to set the mood on our date?" The room goes silent. That got her attention.

"Absofuckinglutely."

"Alfred, play Seary's Date Night, please."

"Yes, Sir."

My foot taps the timing with the first music from Chris Lane as it fills the area.

I had intended to sing my way into her heart that first night, knowing a dancer loves music and knowing all girls love being serenaded.

I smirk before I begin singing. I was pulling no punches.

I was determined that sexy little stripper, known as Seary, was going to fall head over heels for me.

Getting lost in the darkness of the hood, I set the mood, tweaking the words to make them fit how I was feeling about her—letting her know how I couldn't get her out of my mind.

Although I only saw her dance on the weekends, I thought about her all the time.

When I was sleeping, I dreamed about her.

When I was flying, her face was always teasing the edges of my focus.

I was determined to make her mine. I wanted her to know.

She was dominating my mind, making me crazy, driving me mad. I wanted to do her "All The Time."

When the song ends, the next one begins.

"Umm, umm, yeah, yeah." I tap my foot to the beat and hum through the first words, then sing about all the things I would do if she would "Let Me Love You.

" How if I were her man, I would devote myself to loving her.

I would drive all the memories of all the men who had come before me out of her mind.

I would replace everyone and be everything to her.

I would give of myself unselfishly, and she would know I was the one, the only one who could and would love her so completely.

She was a star, and I would treat her that way.

I desire her so much it hurts. Every night, I would love and protect her.

She would never doubt my commitment to her.

I would fulfill all her needs if she would only let me love her. "Let me love you. Love you! Love you!"

When the music ends, there is complete silence in the room. I don't hear her at all.

The next song starts, and I sit up straight in the chair, calling her to me.

"Baby Girl, I'm gonna ignite in you a flame that won't go out.

I'm gonna make you burn for me. I'm going to make you addicted to my touch.

I'll be all that you will ever need and want.

I'm going to scratch that itch." I sing boldly with the passion that I felt then, knowing now I was right.

"I'm your 'Fix,' and I will never, ever, let you go! Oui ... yeah, yeah, yeah!"

As the guitar finishes the song, I feel her standing behind me.