His Control: A Billionaire Romance Page 5

  But then Micah had shown up, and he’d thrown everything into chaos. Starting with him buying the house, and now with this strange new relationship that we seemed to find ourselves in. He was teaching me a whole new way to look at myself, and I had to admit, as I lay there panting, luxuriating in the sensation of his hot mouth working its way down my body, that it felt good. Damn good.

  Other women always spoke in hushed whispers about those earth-shattering, knee-shaking orgasms. The ones that left you quivering like a puddle of Jell-O. I’d never experienced anything like that; sure, I’d had some decent sex over the years with various guys where things hadn’t worked out with for one reason or another. But never anything I’d giggle about later, breathless with the recollection.

  Let’s see what doctor boy can do.

  He’d made his way back down my body again, and now spread my legs apart with one arm, his other still holding me down, pinning me to the bed.

  Damn but he’s strong. What happened to that lanky, skinny kid he used to be? Doctor boy has been hitting the gym.

  My train of thought was broken as his tongue slid across my clit - it was like a spark of pleasure jolted through me, rousing me. I wasn’t tired, my exhaustion forgotten, melted away under the expert attention of his wonderful mouth.

  I ran my fingers through his hair, gripping a handful for dear life as he worked on me.

  “Oh my god,” I breathed. “Where did you learn to do this? It feels so fucking good.”

  He didn’t respond, just carried on what he was doing, bringing me higher, ever higher. Each brush of his tongue against my throbbing little button was ecstasy, leaving me writhing and gasping, begging for more.

  And then, through the haze of my passion, with this man, the way he acted, I started to understand what the fuss was all about. It wasn’t just about the orgasm, it was about getting there, too. And goddamn, Micah was taking his time, but the journey was the best I’d ever been on.

  He was so in tune with me and my body, it was like he could read my mind. Just as I began to peak, started to gasp for breath and feel my climax ready to explode inside me, he would stop. Just for a moment, with exquisite timing and control, long enough to bring me gently back down from the stratosphere.

  And then he would begin again, start the journey anew. He ignored my plaintive cries for more, was silent when I begged him not to stop. And I didn’t fight it, not any longer. He could be in control...for now.

  Micah was still dressed, hadn’t even taken his pants off yet. I knew that he wanted me - his cock had been hugely, painfully erect for a long time now, but he was denying himself. Or at least, he had been. He finally reached down and unbuckled his jeans, throwing them to one side. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath them, and his hard cock sprang free. I groaned at the sight of him, impressively big, throbbing with his desire for me.

  I arched my hips up towards him hungrily, aching to have him inside me, filling me up. But even now he denied me, and himself. Even now he had to be in control. I fought back my natural desire to wrest it from him, and just let him do things as he wanted.

  “I’m glad you finally gave yourself to me,” he said, his voice thick now, his eyes roving over my naked body. “Doesn’t it feel good to just lose yourself, to let yourself be owned, controlled?”

  I just nodded, biting my lip, my eyes fixed on that beautiful tool of his.

  And then he finally gave me what I wanted, and guided himself slowly into me. I was so wet, so eager for it that I took him easily despite his size. My eyes rolled back in my head as he slid deep inside, right to the hilt and stretching me so good. I reached out and raked my nails across his chest, trying to reach around him and pull him even deeper. He just pinned me down again with his hands, covering my body with his as he fucked me, slowly, gently, never breaking eye contact.

  His breathing was hoarse now, his self-control finally slipping as he gave himself to me, just as I’d given myself to him. Every slow thrust was delicious torture - I ached for him to fuck me hard, wantonly, but he didn’t, not at first.

  He controlled the speed and the timing of our lovemaking, bringing me to my peak then slowing down, again and again. His control over his body and mine was all-encompassing and complete, and there was nothing I could do but go along for the ride.

  But what a ride it was. His hot mouth on mine, his warm body pressed against me, our sweat and our breath mingling as one as we writhed and moaned on the bed, our gasps and groans ringing out in the empty house.

  I was peaking again, my entire world shrunk to this moment, this sensation, of him and me, together in the then and there. His cock filling me, his tongue on mine, his body against mine. My climax, denied me for so long, was not going to be held back this time. It was too late, I needed it too much. I dug my fingernails into his back, clinging on for dear life as it began in my core, a white-hot pulse of pure ecstasy, growing and growing, ever outwards, unstoppable, implacable.

  “Micah!” I gasped through the haze, “I can’t hold it back anymore! I’m going to—”

  And then I cried out as that white-hot core exploded, flooding throughout my entire body, radiating outwards to my fingertips as I cried and sobbed. My muscles pulsed in time with it, my inner walls gripping his prick tight. It was enough to send him over the edge too. With a deep roar, he finally let himself go, pulsing and throbbing inside me, again and again. For a few exquisite moments we were perfectly in tune, arms wrapped around each other as we climaxed in tandem.

  And then we were both spent. We lay there, him still inside me. For a short while, the only sounds were of our ragged breathing and the occasional involuntary contented giggle slipping from between my lips.

  I wanted to say something to Micah, to tell him that that was the best sex I’d ever had. But it didn’t seem necessary. We both knew, it didn’t need to be said with words. Our bodies had done all the talking, and that was enough.

  I snuggled into his chest, using him as a pillow, and fell asleep, a smile on my lips.

  7

  Micah

  In the short time we’d been working together, I’d come to learn that Ella would be no pushover, so it was no surprise to me that she’d fought against me like a demon last night. I was still impressed, though, with the level of control she’d managed despite my best efforts to dominate her; to turn her into a quivering, submissive animal.

  All of my previous conquests had been submissive to my dominant character and overpowering ego, the succession of empty relationships and flings passing me by as I put the majority of my energy into my work and my research. I had always told myself that’s what I wanted, that I had to be the dominant one, and there was no other option.

  But my first true experience of a strong-willed woman, one who would not just roll over, both in everyday situations, and in bed, had intrigued me and turned me on in equal measure. Perhaps I was so focused on what I thought I needed that I’d missed what I actually wanted: the challenge of a strong woman as opposed to a walkover, one who’d be happy as a doormat, nodding and smiling doe-eyed at my every whim.

  I thought back to the sex we’d had last night, the way I’d teased her and dominated her, tried to get her to lose control. But she’d resisted until the last, and even when she finally gave in, it seemed like she was making the choice to, showing that she still had the willpower to make that choice, rather than finally becoming completely submissive. And it had been hot. Damn hot. I wanted more.

  Ella had surprised me at every turn so far, since I recognized her when she’d turned up at the house, shoving her carefully prepared plans into my hand. I’d barely recognized the small, shy girl who’d always annoyed me by following me around, wide eyed with innocent adoration. Since I’d left town all those years ago, she’d turned into a strong-willed, beautiful, sexy young woman. She’d built her business from the ground up, and I couldn’t help but be more than just a little impressed.

  She showed her strength of will when she interacted with h
er co-workers, and more often than not, she won them over, and they seemed happy to be subservient to her.

  But I wasn’t ready to be subservient in whatever this turned out to be between us. No way. She would have to learn that I was in control, and I was determined to lead us forward towards… well, towards whatever it is I want.

  I relaxed a little, confident in my newfound direction, fingers interlaced behind my head as I reclined on a chair on the balcony of the bedroom I’d chosen to stay in temporarily while the renovation went ahead.

  I looked out over the glistening water of the ocean before me. Fresh, salty sea air brushed my naked torso, the wind cool and invigorating. The sun was rising slowly from the sea, and warm sunlight began to filter through the light clouds rolling across the sky.

  I sighed with contented pleasure as I surveyed the extent of my new kingdom. My new life.

  A loud knock at the door woke me from my reverie, and I glanced down at the watch on my wrist.

  Damn. Looks like I lost track of time. Better get to it, then.

  “Coming!” I shouted at the door as I dressed in the immaculate clothes I’d already prepared for the day. The clothes weren’t well-suited to my current surroundings, but this was one thing I was determined not to lose control over. Plus, I liked the routine preparation, the confidence I gained from being smart and well-groomed.

  I opened the bedroom door to find Ella standing there, her usual confident demeanor gone for a second as she saw me, a girlish look of slight embarrassment on her face. My brows lifted in amusement as I studied her face, amazed again at how pretty she was, even in her work clothes.

  “Hey,” she said, smiling sheepishly. “Just thought I’d let you know we’re getting started for the day.” She flicked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

  I smiled at her, trying to suppress the rising desire I felt, the memories from last night resurfacing unbound. She’d left after it all, last night. And I’d let her, even if every part of me had wanted to lock her in that room and never let her go.

  There, the morning after, I wanted her all over again. I wanted to make her mine again. I gritted my teeth, telling myself to be patient.

  She’ll be yours again, Micah. Just bide your time. Play the game.

  “Glad to hear it. I was getting worried I’d scared you off…” I said, letting the comment hang in the air between us.

  She shook herself, laughing good naturedly, her confidence returning as she returned my quizzical gaze.

  “Oh, it will take more than that to scare me off, Micah. Don’t you worry.” She winked and turned on a heel, boots clipping daintily on the wooden floor, her hips swinging deliciously.

  I sighed as I watched her walk away, deciding to distract myself from thoughts of Ella with the renovation project. At least until the opportunity arose to have her again, that is.

  Since we’d started the renovation project, there had been plenty of surprises. The hidden room we’d discovered yesterday was one. But other architectural quirks continued to arise, and I wondered what lay in store for today.

  I felt a sense of excitement, enjoying the two new projects I now had to occupy my time. The house renovation, and Ella.

  I think I know which one of those will be the most challenging, that’s for damn sure.

  I smiled to myself as I headed off along the corridor outside of my bedroom, and began to wander aimlessly for a while, deep in thought as I studied the rooms, picturing them in all of their magnificence when we’d finished fixing them up.

  Thoughts of Ella kept creeping into my mind, distracting me from time to time. I found myself beginning to wonder if she would still be here, once all the work was complete. Obviously there was no way of knowing how things would work out, but experience had taught me that if I wanted something, I could make it happen.

  I just need to find out what it is exactly that I want. And it will be damn fun finding out.

  My wanderings took me around the floor I was on, and I found myself wandering in circles. I decided to head downstairs, to see what was happening. The sound of distant work and chatter reached my ears, echoing off of the empty corridor. I strained to hear the discussion, but the words were barely reaching me from where I was standing.

  Instead of heading towards the chatter for now, I turned in the opposite direction, my inquisitive nature taking over again as I walked towards one of the many quirks the original architect had decided to install. A staircase wound upwards from the end of the corridor, spiraling out of sight from where I was standing.

  The curious thing was, the staircase wound upwards and then… stopped. It didn’t actually seem to go anywhere, almost as if they’d given up finishing it, or couldn’t exactly decide what to do with it.

  My mind ran over the possibilities for the staircase as I walked up the steps, hand gently holding the sturdy wooden handrail as I walked to the top. There was a blank facade at the end of the stairs, decorated like any other wall.

  The way I figured it, there were three options. Knock the stairs down, and start fresh. Or, keep the stairs as a curiosity. Thirdly, knock down the wall at the top and attempt to incorporate the staircase into the new layout of the house.

  The inquisitive side of me wanted to knock down the wall, just to see what was behind it. From what I could see on the floor layout plans, none of the rooms as we knew it were immediately behind the wall. Perhaps there was another hidden room behind it.

  Unlikely. Especially seeing as this is one of a few staircases that lead nowhere. There’s no way there’s a hidden excitement behind each curious wall. It’d probably be best to knock some of these stairs down, and add a personal touch to the place.

  After pondering for a few more seconds, I decided to get a second opinion and made my way back towards the distant noise and intermittent chatter I’d heard earlier.

  To my amusement the conversation died rather suddenly as my footsteps came within earshot of the team. I guessed they were aware of professionalism and the proximity of their employer, or they were talking about something they didn’t particularly want me to hear.

  I didn’t really care, as long as they got the job done. Ella didn’t really strike me as the gossipy type, but perhaps her friends had noticed something different about her, had been pressing her for details.

  I found Ella in a downstairs room, possibly an old lounge or dining room, near the kitchen. She was staring at the wall in front of her, tape measure held absently as she frowned at the fading wallpaper.

  She hadn’t noticed me yet, and I took the opportunity to stare at her for a second, remembering the soft skin and gentle curves of her full body beneath those baggy clothes.

  “Are you trying to frown that wallpaper off the wall? It doesn’t look like it's working very well. Maybe you could try talking it down?” I said, amused, but trying to keep my voice even.

  She glanced over at me, brows furrowing even more as she studied me.

  “Very funny,” she said, arms crossing across her chest, accentuating her breasts. “No, I’m pretty sure there’s another hidden room here. Or at least a hidden space. I’ve checked our drawings, and the old house plans. The measurements don’t add up.”

  I grunted a surprised laugh. How many more surprises were we going to find?

  “That’s what I came to talk to you about, actually. I want a second opinion.” I gestured for her to follow me, walking out of the room and heading back towards the stairs.

  I heard her following along behind me, hurrying to catch up. I smiled at her compliance, guessing her natural curiosity outweighed her annoyance at being bossed about.

  We reached the foot of the staircase and I stopped abruptly, turning to face her. I jerked a thumb over my shoulder at the stairs behind me.

  “It’s these stairs. Or rather, the staircases in the house that don’t lead anywhere. I’m thinking of knocking them down, maybe even rebuilding something. Changing the layout a bit.”

  I shuddered at her proximity, her sm
ell filling my senses as she tapped a finger against her full lips, turning her gaze from me to the staircase.

  “No,” she said simply, her eyes back on mine as she waited for a response.

  I raised my eyebrows at her blunt response, taken aback again at her brazen confidence.

  “Excuse me?” I responded, bristling with irritation that I tried to suppress. “I wanted a second opinion. Not a one word answer.”

  She smiled at me, eyes glinting with amusement as she sensed my irritation.

  Ah. So you want to play this game? Well, you won’t win.

  My irritation faded, quickly replaced by a tingle of excitement and desire as an idea formed in my head.

  “Well, these staircases are original features.” She stepped behind me, and I turned to face her as she brushed a hand delicately on the wooden handrail.

  “Mahogany. Well crafted. See the curve of the handrail? It would be a damn shame just to get rid of it. I’m sure we could find a way to incorporate it into the new layout.” She turned to face me, studying my expression.

  “That’s my, uh, professional and personal opinion, of course,” she continued, hands on hips, head cocked slightly as she looked back from me to the staircase.

  I put my hand on her lower back and guided her up the stairs, gently pushing her along. She smiled at me as we made our way to the top, looking back at me over her shoulder. I could make out her pert ass through her work overalls, and I felt desire rise within me.

  She put her hand on mine, squeezing gently.

  “So, where are you taking me? I’ve got work to do, you know.” She feigned annoyance, but I heard a hint of curiosity in her voice.

  Oh, this is going to work well. Very well.

  We reached the top of the stairs and I gestured at the wall in front of us. I lowered my hand on her back slightly, allowing it to brush the top of her ass.

  “See. It doesn’t go anywhere. Is it even at the same level as the second floor? What if this facade is built against a structural wall? So they gave up and just left the staircase.” She had turned to face me as I spoke, face turned up towards mine, and I felt her study me as I spoke.