Free The Billionaire's Ultimatum: His Absolute Need (A BDSM Erotic Romance Novel) (Book One) by Cerys du Lys

out any good,
no matter what.  And then what?  You're not going to keep them, are you?  I
don't know why I agreed to this."
    Swiftly, surely,
he moved close to me.  My bare thigh touched the rough cloth of his pants and
he lifted his hand up to grab my chin.  Making me look at him, though I
wouldn't have looked anywhere else, he leaned forward until our lips almost
touched.
    "Jessika,"
he said to me.  "You are beautiful.  You are sexy and amazing and I think
every picture I've ever taken will pale in comparison to the ones I'll take of
you.  But, if you really don't want to go through with this, I won't force
you.  I want to, though.  I want to do this.  I want you," he said, and my
heart skipped a beat as he paused, "to want this, too."
    He held my chin
in his hands, keeping me facing him.  I wanted to look away, to turn my eyes
down, to hide from him, but he forced me to bare his scrutiny.  His cool, blue
eyes never wavered, never stopped looking into mine, and I didn't know if I
could stand it much longer.  His lips, so close that I could feel the warmth of
his breath tickling along my mouth and down, down, towards my throat.  So
intimate and soft, yet demanding and confident all at once.
    "Asher..."
I said.  I didn't know what else I would say, but I wanted to feel his name
quiver against my lips, to taste it.
    "I would
love to keep the pictures," he said.  "I would like to keep them so I
can see them every day and know that we have made beautiful art together, but
they are your pictures and if you want me to dispose of them afterwards then I
can."
    "No!"
I said hastily.  What was I saying no to?  "I don't know.  What do I
do?"
    He moved away. 
So close, and now so far.  I had him for myself, but now I had nothing.  He
pressed his back against the car door and stared at me long and hard.  I sat
there, feeling helpless under his gaze, not knowing what to do or why I'd
started doing this in the first place.
    And then his
hands were on me.  Without warning, without asking, he eased my back onto the
seat.  It was large enough to fit the both of us, even with me reclining, my
upper body prone.  I looked at him, watched him, as he guided me downwards,
cradling my shoulders so I wouldn't fall.  I let him move me and place me as he
wanted, all the while feeling a thrill of pleasure race through my skin at each
of his touches.  My heart beat fast, faster.
    When he'd
finished laying me down, he moved towards my legs.  One he placed against the back
of the seat, pulling my foot towards his crotch.  He put my toes in between his
legs and pressed them further so that I could feel the warmth of his rear
heating the top of my high heels.  The other leg he pressed towards me so that
my heel pressed as close to my crotch as I could bring it.
    "Put your
arms up," Asher said.  "Pretend you're grabbing your hair, but just
reach for it.  Barely touch it with your fingertips."
    "What?"
I asked.  I was so drunk, caught up in the heady pleasure of his touches, that
I couldn't understand a word he said.
    He repeated
himself, then grinned and showed me an inkling of what to do.
    I did it.  I did
exactly as he said, and followed his instructions as completely as I could.  My
arms bent, elbows pointed straight up, and my fingers touched my blond hair by
my forehead.  Asher looked on, directing me this way and that until he had me
in as perfect an arrangement as he wanted.
    "Arch your
back," he said.  His hands reached for my hips and his thumbs pressed into
my abdomen by my pubic bone.  Excitement fluttered through my stomach and
towards my crotch and without realizing it my body moved on its own, exactly as
he wanted.  My back arched, body attempting to press closer to him, hoping
beyond hope that he might move his fingers lower, into my panties, and...
    "Perfect,"
Asher said.  "This is an exquisite position.  In the car, getting a good
picture would be difficult, but this position is wonderful.  You would