Free The Billionaire and I (Part One) by Ava Claire Page B

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    “We'll see if you're still grinning when I'm through with you,” he growled.
    My eyes sprang open and my smile dropped from my face as he marched me forward. I saw us, both half ready for a dinner that was starting in an hour. His starched white button down shirt fit his lean frame like a sin. My dress shimmered like his gaze as he caught our reflection. I could be counting my chickens before they hatched, but something told me that neither of us were going to be clothed for much longer.
    He could have made me obey, bending me at the waist and forcing me forward. He released me instead, looming over me like some tall, dark, handsome executioner that was waiting for me to succumb and put my head on the chopping block. His hooded gaze told me that he wasn't going to prompt me or ask me a second time, and it had little to do with the fact that he didn't like to repeat himself. The most beautiful part of what we did was the gift of my submission.
    I found those practically navy eyes of his and took the final step. I eased my body forward until my palms rested on the cushion. His eyes drifted down until they landed on the curve of my ass and a moan rose to my throat.
    He swallowed, like he was struggling to keep his hold on a moan or two of his own. My body tensed when he split the distance between us, his presence humming behind me.
    I bit my lip as I watched him remove his cuff links, tossing them aside. My hold on the cushion tightened when they collided with the wall and fell to the floor with a melodic clunk.
    He rolled up his sleeves one at a time, then smoothed a hand over his dark, choppy hair. “Before I spank you, I want you to tell me where you went wrong.”
    I clenched my teeth. He was asking me to string together syllables and come up with something intelligible with his forearms powerful and veiny, reminding me of his thick cock and how the veins were probably popping and bulging right now?
    I drew a shaky breath . Don't be a brat, Lay. You knew exactly what you were doing . “I, um-” I lost my train of thought when he gathered the dress fabric from the floor and drew it up slowly, revealing my calves, then my thighs. He turned every inch of exposed skin into gooseflesh . Just a little further and he'll see that I’m not wearing any underwear...
    As if he'd stolen a peek at my thoughts, he paused just before he hit the juncture of my thighs. That warm, wet part of me had lots to say. It was dripping for him.
    Words. He’d asked me to explain myself. I couldn't keep my focus watching his every movement, so I let my eyes drift closed . Take tw o . “I picked this dress because I thought-” I cleared my throat as his fingertips tightened, pressing into my fevered skin. Thought? I was a little more certain than that. “ I kne w this dress would elicit a reaction from you.” I flexed my fingers, an uncontrollable tremor rocketing through me when I remembered the way he'd fucked me with his eyes. “And it did. I got a reaction. But it wasn't enough. So I just left.” The more I confessed, the more I realized that whether I felt my ends were justified or not, I'd been a teeny, tiny, microscopic bit manipulative. “I wanted you to come after me. I wanted.. . somethin g .”
    He snatched the fabric over my hips and ass with such vigor that I winced, expecting the dress to rip, but the only sound was my heavy breathing. Panting. My eyes were wide open. I saw him looking at me, looking at my pussy and how wet I was for him.
    His fingertips dipped just inside my heat and I was aching, begging, but he just retracted his touch. We both knew that I was only partially coming clean. I wanted more than ‘something’. I wanted something very specific.
    “I wanted you to dominate me,” I finished, my volume barely audible.
    He heard me loud and clear. “And why didn't you just ask?”
    He asked his question so simply that I couldn't help but laugh. “Just like that, huh?”
    As soon as the final syllable