Free Billionaires On Holiday: An Alpha Billionaire Christmas Romance by Cynthia Dane

would, too. If she behaved and did as she was told. Just tell me what to do… I will do it. Monica was never not putty in Henry’s hands.
    “I confess…” She bit her lip, feeling her nipple nearly bruise beneath the weight of those vibrations. “I was thinking of another man.”
    “I don’t have to ask which one. I know. A woman never forgets her previous Doms and how good they made her feel.”
    Wasn’t that the truth.
    “Tell me, my princess,” Henry said, voice low and grating. He held the vibrator up, still going, struggling helplessly to touch any patch of skin it could. “How do I compare to him?”
    Monica wavered between fantasy and reality. Most men didn’t want to hear the answer to that question. They couldn’t handle it. But Henry wasn’t most men like that. Usually, when he asked her a question, even during a role-play, he wanted to hear the truth, for better or worse.
    “He was stricter than you, sir.” That was the truth. The thing Monica liked most about being in a relationship with Ethan was that he knew how to stimulate her need to serve and be controlled. The only problem was that he didn’t know how to live that life forever. He kept waiting for Monica to snap out of her servitude, but it never happened. Almost as if that’s how I am. She wasn’t like Jasmine, who had a more domineering personality. “You give me a lot of leeway with your orders.”
    “Is that so?” The vibrator returned to Monica’s nipple, forcing her to arch her back and gasp. “Did him being strict with you turn you on? Did he reward you well?”
    “Yes, sir…” Monica closed her eyes. Her head was close to the edge of the bed, and with one minor adjustment her hair spilled over. “Whenever he thought I obeyed, he rewarded me.”
    “With what?”
    “Sex.”
    “What kind of sex, Monica? I want to know what kind of rewards you obey so well for.”
    She whimpered, feeling the vibrator move from her nipple to her cleavage, then to her other nipple. “He would go down on me, sometimes.”
    “And?” The vibrator pushed harder against Monica’s nipple. So hard that she lost more of her arousal to her thighs. Henry chuckled to see it.
    Once the pleasure subsided, Monica said, “He’d fuck me.”
    “Let me guess your favorite position.”
    Henry moved as if he were about to flip Monica over and take her from behind. Jolts of anticipation struck her, and it had nothing to do with the vibrator.
    “Just kidding.” Henry sat back, stroking Monica’s slick thighs. “I’ll tell you what. Do what I say, and you’ll get an even better reward than he could ever give you.”
    Monica sighed in relief. “Yes, sir. What is your wish, sir?” Those words were almost too hard to say. Breath was too precious.
    “Oh, I am a man with simple needs, Monica.” The vibrator rubbed against her folds. “Impress me with how hard you come from this, and I’ll reward you.”
    Another shot of that ghostly sound hit Monica’s ears, but she ignored it. “Yes, sir. I’ll prove myself worthy of your reward, Mr. Warren.” She glanced at his erection in her pants. Her reward, if she was good.
    That wouldn’t be hard to accomplish. Not when the vibrator lingered on her clit before slipping halfway into her spread opening.
    There are many layers of vulnerability, and Monica felt like she was experiencing all of them at once. Her open legs shook around Henry’s hips, inviting him to look deep within her, past her skin, past her hair, past the wetness spilling from her with every tiny, climatic convulsion.
    Then there was how he drank her in, his hand rubbing her breast, lips curling in need – but laced in restraint – to suck her. When he finally succumbed, Henry wrapped both lips around her lace-covered nipple and lashed his tongue against it. Monica shook, trembled, and shuddered as the first hard wave of orgasm crashed into her.
    “Oh, God! ” The vibrations below and the sucking above combined to take her to a plane