Free Bred for the Billionaire’s Heir (An Erotic tale of BDSM, Alpha Male Dominance and Female Submission) by Alex Anders Page A

around her body, slide up her small torso and grab her breast. The sparks that flew through her body weakened her knees.
    With the stranger's other hand clamped onto her left leg, Jasmine's head fell back. She wanted to be kissed. Boys had kissed her before but none of them had made her feel like this. She wanted to be kissed by a man. Moving her lips closer and closer to his, she fought for breath in anticipation.
    When their lips finally met, she knew that she was his. They were strong and warm, and when his lips pried her mouth open, she became his supple clay pushed and tugged by his tongue as if she had no will but his.
    A wave of pleasure crested and crashed out of her with a groan when to her surprise the chiseled stranger moved his hand up her skirt pushing aside her soft frilly underwear. No boy would have ever had been so direct with her. She was in a new territory and she liked it. Now with his tongue filling her mouth and his hand kneading her breast, his finger searched for the gentle protrusion which held her sex. And when he found it, the sensation swept her off of her feet.
    All of Jasmine's body curled around the stranger. With both of her feet leaving the ground, she bent them back around him like an octopus consuming its prey. Her arms gripped onto the back of his neck and by the time she was through she splayed over him like a second skin whose center was the sensitive nub that undulated back and forth under his touch.
    “Ahh,” she moaned feeling a force that she had never felt. “Ahh!” She groaned louder gripping onto his perfect body tighter.
    Jasmine's body shook and froze all at the same time. Her toes, her fingers and tongue had all gripped onto whatever it could find. But her insides rattled. They hummed. And with a sudden pulse that she had only read about in stories, her loins let go a flood of sensations that rendered her soul useless but for the understanding and devouring of pleasure. Jasmine felt her mind let go of her body for a moment and when she came to, she found her feet again touching the ground and her arms sliding off of her man and hitting her side dead.
    With her eyes closed she examined her body. The warmth of the man's strong hands made her want to drawn him inside of her. She wanted to rest her hands on his to feel more, but still unable to move she instead closed her legs feeling as much of his still fingers as she could.
    Jasmine, feeling like she had to open her eyes, looked up into the mirror finding his steely eyes again. Staring back at her he had a plan and she was sure of it. When he released her engorged lips making her stand on her own, she began to understand what it was. The bulge that was pressed against her lightly covered ass was him. And with his whipping it away and the sound of his worn jeans zipping down, she knew what was next.
    Jasmine froze again this time out of fear. She didn't fear him or the loss of her innocents. What she feared was that it would happen here. She hadn't waited this long and pushed away all of her groping boys to give her virginity away while leaning over a sink at a bar in the Bahamas. No, she had dreamed of more. She didn't have the fortitude to stop the man who could be the most beautiful man she had ever seen, but she did wish him to stop.
    The wish was enough. Staring into the merciful stranger's eyes he stopped. Jasmine's heart clenched thinking their experience could be over. She prayed it wasn't.
    'Not here,' she thought looking again at the open stalls and peeling paint on the walls. 'Anywhere but here.'
    The stranger sensing her thoughts let her go completely. For Jasmine, it felt like her heart being ripped out. The loss she felt from his departure crippled her and she would do anything she had to to feel him again.
    Unceremoniously the man zipped up his pants, looked at Jasmine one more time and then walked out of the bathroom. Not wanting him to leave her she followed. Reentering the open space of the outdoor bar she