Free Bull: A Steamy Billionaire Romance Novel by Zoe Davis Page B

escape me when I saw those eyes anyway.
     
    I pulled hard on the door
handle and the mechanical sounds of it unlatching disturbed my repose.  I had
an urge to look at Jared but my eyes remained fixated on the dark castle in
front of me.  I’m not even sure how long it took him to leave the car, because
in a matter of minutes I was running to the front door like a victim in
desperate need of help.
     
    I stood alone at the oversized
doors before me.  I outstretched my finger and commanded the chimes.
     
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    There was only one usher
tonight, but the style of music was unchanged.  I poised myself in the huge
foyer and let my skin absorb the melodies.  It hit me suddenly that I’d be
returning to a ballroom of naked couples fucking.  I’d have to search through
them for my beast, my bull.  I imagined myself a hunter, a confident gun
strapped to my back, and headed into the wild.
     
    The ballroom door was opened to
me and the crowd was larger and more violent than before.  Screams permeated
the air instead of moans.  There were devices for torture and things Ethan
would call toys.  I started to second guess myself, but pushed on anyway.
     
    I shuddered at the sound of a
whip cracking and a woman screaming in pain.  Her hands were tied behind her
back and when I looked to see if she was okay, I saw her pussy dripping all
over the floor.  I was surprised to feel mine joining in.
     
    I had to stay focused.  I
needed to find Ethan.  In another corner I saw a woman tied to a table,
surrounded by men taking turns with her.  She cried out but I was comforted by
the hint of ecstasy in her voice.  She had a man in her mouth and her cunt,
while the others jerked over her, spraying her tits with cum.
     
    It was a very different party
from the one Jared and I attended weeks ago.  If this had been what I was
introduced to I might have fled before even meeting Ethan.  Coming to this
realization fueled my desire to find him.
     
    I began pushing through crowds
of submissive men and women to their dominating counterparts, my eyes open just
enough to see where I was going.  A few men called out to me as I pushed past,
some grabbing my arms or spanking my ass.  It was dark and thrilling and
awakened something deep in me.  I wanted to be tied down, to be owned and
punished.  I wanted love but I also wanted fear and danger.
     
    It wasn’t long before I saw a
familiar robust man in the middle of the room, hovering over a helpless woman
like he hovered over me.  I felt a pang of jealousy at the sight, but rather
than rush forward I decided to hang back and watch.  Would he take her like he
tried to take me?  Could he so quickly have forgotten me?
     
    Before I could see what happened,
I felt a tug on my wrist and I was quickly spun around to face a tall drunk man
who had already removed his clothes.  He wasted no time and leaned in to kiss
my neck, running his hands down my back and over my ass.  I tried to push him
off but the more I fought the tighter he held on and I was swallowed by his
body.
     
    All of a sudden I was laying on
the ground, the top of my dress pulled down low enough to reveal my breasts and
he devoured them like a hungry wild animal.  I wanted to find Ethan, but my body
wanted something else.  My pussy throbbed as this stranger tore at me.  I was excitedly
afraid.  The urgency to find Ethan played into my arousal and made the room
spin.
     
    His hands moved up my dress to
my silk covered cunt, and his rough fingers fumbled around my slit.  I was
embarrassed at how wet I was but allowed him to continue.  He drunkenly smashed
his fingers against me asking me how I liked it.  I nodded even though it was
one of the most awkward things I’d ever felt.  The strangeness and the
domination kept me aroused despite his clumsy attempts at pleasing me.
     
    Then he flipped me over on my
belly so fast my face smashed into the floor.  I could feel my jaw throb as he
pulled my panties over my