If You Dare - A BDSM Billionaire Erotic Romance Novel (3 page)

“I want to hear you say it.” Dawson
was insistent and Zoe swallowed to try to clear her throat before
trying to speak.

“Yes.” Her voice was a mere
whisper but she held his gaze and tried again. “Yes, I do.”
Oh crap. What have you gone and done
now?

At last he moved his palms, cupping
her tits through her lacy bra and squeezing her ample orbs none too
gently. “Turn to face the wall and stay there.” His voice was still
filled with authority and Zoe did as he instructed without
question, although she couldn’t help wondering to herself where
exactly she was likely to go given the fact that she was still
handcuffed to the radiator.

She listened intently as
Dawson walked away from her and the sound of his desk drawer
opening and closing had her curiosity piqued all over again. She
badly wanted to turn her head to see what he was doing, but she
instinctively knew that she would be in trouble if she even
tried.
You don’t want to know. You really
don’t want to know.

Only a few minutes passed before she
heard Dawson’s soft footsteps walking back towards her, and then
all temptation of trying to see what he was up to was taken out of
her hands. Zoe briefly saw the color of his tie as he brought it in
front of her face from his position behind her and then he was
pulling it tightly over her eyes and securing it in a knot at the
back of her head.

She had never been
blindfolded before and Zoe wasn’t completely convinced that she
wanted to be now but she didn’t really have a say in the
matter.
You always have a say,
girl
. She was becoming increasingly nervous
but she still knew that Dawson would do nothing that would
physically or mentally harm her, and if she really wanted to leave
she would only have to say so and he would release her right
away.

Zoe felt Dawson’s hands on her
shoulders and he turned her slowly so that her back was now against
the wall with her ass resting on top of the radiator. She vacantly
thought to herself that she was relieved that it was summertime and
the radiator was turned off before all mundane thoughts fled from
her mind when she felt his hands come up to cup her breasts once
more. She moaned as he rolled his thumbs over her sensitive nipples
and she felt them get even harder in response.

Being without vision meant that her
other senses were on overdrive, and Zoe felt her pulse quicken as
she breathed in the heady scent of his masculine cologne. She felt
the warmth of his breath a split second before she felt his lips
take the place of one of his hands and his teeth bit down gently,
clamping down onto the ever-hardening peak. He switched his
attention to her other breast and gave it the same treatment. Zoe
felt his thick hair brush against her skin, making her long to be
able to tangle her fingers in its thickness and pull him into her
even harder.

“Does that feel good?” He moved his
head away from her just far enough to be able to talk. Zoe moaned
and nodded her head. “Verbal, please Zoe. There might be a time
when I might not be able to see you so I need to hear you
speak.”

“Y-yes, it feels good.” Was
that really her voice she heard? She sounded as though she was
parched and her throat was dry or she hadn’t spoken in a very long
time. “It feels v-very good.”
Slut.

Zoe moaned again as he went back to
caressing her tits but her moan quickly turned to a yelp when he
pinched her nipples between his fingers and thumbs. “Do you trust
me?” Dawson’s voice was curious but she could also hear an
underlying tone of lust which made her clit throb in response.
“Remember, I need to hear you answer me.”

“Yes, I trust you.” Her
answer was brief but it was all she could manage right now.
You’re a fool.
She wished
that she could turn her inner voice off, or at least gag it, but
she seemed doomed to hear it lecturing her at every given
opportunity.

Dawson went back to suckling at her
breast and the sensations were almost overwhelming. Zoe cried out
when he removed his mouth and all she could feel was cold wetness
as he blew across her nipple, making it even harder. With relief
Zoe felt his fingers return to her swollen bud, but her relief was
short-lived when she felt the pain of something being applied to
the sensitive skin.

“What the…” Her words were
cut short when she felt her other nipple being given the same
treatment and she howled out in pain. “Ow! Ow! Owww!”
I told you that you couldn’t trust
him.

“Breathe, Zoe. Shush now, it doesn’t
hurt that much does it?” From the direction his voice came from she
guessed that he was on his knees in front of her with his head
level with her chest. The thoughts that ran through her mind at
that split moment in time made her forget the pain in her nipples.
She wanted to feel his mouth against her pussy, and her clit
throbbed and pulsed again in agreement with her
thoughts.

“Good girl. See? I knew you’d be able
to handle a little bit of pain.” She thought she heard pride in his
voice and she felt herself blush with irrational pleasure at his
words. Zoe felt his hands on her ankles and he adjusted her stance
by moving her legs further apart, leaving her core open to his
gaze. She couldn’t help being thankful that for some unknown reason
she put on her best lingerie that morning when she was getting
dressed. She would have been mortified if she had been wearing her
comfortable cotton panties.

Zoe became incapable of thought once
again, which seemed to be becoming a regular occurrence, when she
felt Dawson trail his hands up her calves to her thighs. “Do you
know how delicious you look right now?” His voice was husky with
desire and Zoe moaned in response. “If you could see me you would
see how hard my cock is and how much it’s straining to get out of
my pants so I can bury it inside you.” Zoe’s breath caught in her
throat at his crude words. She wasn’t a prude by any means but she
wasn’t used to being talked to like this. Hell, for that matter she
wasn’t exactly used to being tied up and blindfolded in her boss’s
office either. Wait, make that ex-boss.

She held her breath when she
felt him move his attention to her pubic mound and then his mouth
was suckling at her clit through the lace of her panties while his
finger inched beneath the elastic and slid between her folds to
open her up to him.
You really need to put
a stop to this. Now!

“Oh my God!” Her free hand found its
way to his head, almost of its own volition, and she tangled her
fingers in its thickness, pushing her hips towards him while she
pulled his head even harder into her. “Shit, Dawson. That feels so
good.” She totally ignored her inner voice and did the exact
opposite of what it had been telling her to do.

It did feel good but it was
over way too soon as he pulled his head away from her while giving
her a swift swat on the side of her ass cheek at the same time.
“Who is in control here?” His tone was brusque. “Who told you that
you could try and make me do what
you
wanted?” He was stern, but she
still wasn’t afraid, quite the opposite, in fact.

Zoe felt him move away from her and
all at once she felt cold. In a weird way it was as though her
comfort blanket had been removed and she didn’t know what to do
without it. She was almost relieved when he gave her another order
to follow.

“Turn around and face the wall.” His
tone brooked no argument, not that she even thought of defying him
anyway. “Put your hands on top of the radiator and scoot your feet
backwards.” She did as he asked without question. “Further, Zoe. I
want to see your legs and your back straight and your ass out.” She
did as she was told and then she listened to him walk away but he
came back quickly and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Zoe didn’t think that she had ever
felt so vulnerable before and she wasn’t sure that she liked it
very much. But the thought of not doing what he told her to didn’t
cross her mind once. Maybe it was the alcohol she’d consumed
earlier on, or maybe she was just a kinky bitch at heart and hadn’t
realized it until this point in time. Whatever the reason, she
didn’t have time to analyze it right now. It was definitely
something she would have to think about later on though.

Once again Dawson stopped her train of
thought. She felt him untie the knot at the back of her head and
she blinked as the blindfold was removed from her eyes. “Look down
at yourself, Zoe.” She did, and was amazed to see paperclips on her
nipples. “They don’t hurt anymore, do they?”

She shook her head and then remembered
that he needed to hear her speak. “No, they don’t.”

“I’m going to leave them on
for a short while longer, but I’m going to warn you now that it
will hurt like a bitch when I take them off.” While he’d been
talking, Dawson had moved around to the side of her and Zoe tilted
her head to look up at him, her eyes going wide when she saw the
obvious bulge of arousal in his pants. Her eyes traveled further
upwards and then stopped on the item he was holding in his hand.
The wooden ruler was something that one would expect to see in most
offices but judging by the way he was tapping it on his palm while
he looked at her, she had a sinking feeling that he wasn’t going to
be measuring anything with it.
Uh
oh.

“There’s something that you need to
understand Zoe. I am in control. Always. There are no exceptions to
this rule, nor will there ever be.” He was staring right at her
face as he spoke and the expression in his eyes let her know in no
uncertain terms that he was being deadly serious. “If I want you to
do something, I won’t ask you to do it, I will tell you to. On the
same note if you want something doing to you, you will not ask me,
you will beg me. Once again there are no exceptions to this rule.
Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes, you have.” Not for the first
time, Zoe wondered what the hell she had gotten herself into. But
it was too late to do anything about it now other than agree with
whatever he said.

“If you forget these rules
at any time you can be sure of one thing; you
will
be punished.” Zoe’s eyes got
wide again as she looked quickly back at the wooden ruler and heard
the intent in Dawson’s voice that was so apparent that even a deaf
person would have heard it.

Dawson walked back around to stand
behind her and Zoe felt herself tense up as she braced herself for
what she knew was coming next. “I want you to count for me Zoe.
Every time I hit you with the ruler I want you to count the strikes
out. Are you ready?”

She didn’t even have time to answer
him. Before she’d even opened her mouth to say a word he brought
the ruler down on her ass; hard. Zoe’s breath left her in a hiss as
her back arched downwards, instinctively moving her away from
him.

“What do you say, Zoe?”

She had to stop and think for a split
second before she understood what he meant. “One!”

As soon as she’d said it, the ruler
was brought down on her ass again; just under her buttocks this
time. Zoe winced and let out a small yelp, but so far it wasn’t
hurting too badly. “Two!”

“You’re doing well.” His voice was
approving, but Zoe could hear the underlying tension in his tone.
It was almost as though he was holding back, but she didn’t know if
he was holding back so he didn’t hit her too hard with the ruler,
or if he was finding it hard to do this to her. “Of course, you
still have your panties on which are muting the sensations
somewhat.”

Zoe was waiting for the third strike
to come, but instead she jumped when she felt his hands on the
waistband of her underwear. Before she knew it, Dawson had pulled
her panties down to her knees, leaving her bottom bare, vulnerable
and visibly quivering with nervous excitement. She tried to bring
her free hand back in an attempt to cover herself from his eyes,
but he tapped at her knuckles with his ruler. “What did I tell you
about being punished, Zoe?”

She pulled her hand back
quickly, wincing at the sting on her knuckles and amazed that her
hand hurt more than her ass did right now.
You’ve turned into a kinky freak, Zoe.

She braced herself again; expectantly
waiting for the punishment that she was sure was going to occur.
Dawson didn’t disappoint, and as the ruler connected with her bare
ass she couldn’t help the yelp of pain that escaped her lips. “Ow!
Fucking hell, Dawson!”

“I didn’t hear you count, Zoe.” He hit
her again; putting more effort into it this time and making her
jump even more.

“Three! Four.” Her ass felt like it
was on fire, but she could feel herself getting damp between her
legs and her clit throbbed mercilessly, almost as though it was
begging her to rub it. She clamped her legs together, trying to
alleviate the ache and being careful to keep them and her back
straight so that Dawson wouldn’t be tempted to punish her any more
than he was already.