A former lover once suggested I might possibly be a Dom, but I've never cared to know if it was true. Labels have never been of much interest to me, but when I think of having Francesca as my Sub...
Fuck.
The thought of having her completely under my control makes me swallow hard, and I nearly breathe a fucking sigh of relief when we finally make it out of the exhibition hall.
"Wait—-"
We're just about to step inside the elevator when Francesca tugs my sleeve.
"My purse and camera," she says anxiously. "I forgot to take them with me—-"
"I'll make a call," I assure her. "Don't worry about it."
We step inside the elevator, and as soon as the doors slide close, I don't bother giving Francesca any warning.
I just make my fucking move, and I hear her gasp as she suddenly finds herself trapped with her back against the wall, and her body against mine.
There's a trace of fear on her lovely face as she looks up to me, but in the dark depths of her eyes there's also excitement and desire.
"You're too close," she whispers.
"I know," I whisper back, "and it feels fucking heavenly."
"You're starting to scare me."
"You weren't scared earlier."
"Because I wasn't thinking clearly. But now..." Francesca looks at me uncertainly. "I've never done anything like this before."
"Neither have I."
She shakes her head. "I don't believe you."
"Ask my secretary if you wish."
Her eyes widen.
"You're a close friend of Mary, aren't you?"
"I a-am," she stammers. "But how do you—-"
I cut her off and get straight to the point, saying, "Mary knows how much of a control freak I am. She'll be the first one to tell you that I was acting out of character earlier. I never mix business with pleasure, and I never do something out of schedule."
Francesca starts to laugh but stops when I remain unsmiling. "Are you saying you have a schedule for everything?"
"Exactly, sweetheart. Every minute, every second of my day is accounted for, and I have everything planned for the next three months. I know exactly when and how many minutes I'd have time for to call my parents, and I even know how many minutes I'd spend—-"
"Pooping?"
She could've said so many other things - things that weren't practically guaranteed to kill an erection - but of course she has to choose to say something as unromantic as 'pooping' instead.
I look at her in exasperation, but this only makes her laugh, and damn if her irreverent sense of humor doesn't make me want to fuck her more.
The doors finally slide open when the elevator reaches my floor, and I feel her start when I place a hand against the small of her back.
I glance at Francesca as I lead her down the hallway. "You're scared again."
"And you're obviously enjoying yourself," she says with a grimace, "aren't you?"
We've reached my suite as she speaks, and I tip her chin up.
"You can still change your mind if you want to."
She slowly shakes her head. "I don't want to..."
Thank fuck.
"But..."
Shit.
"I need to know something first."
I frown. "Like what?"
"Do you find virginity a turn on?"
Francesca
I feel like I'm in a dream as I hear myself say those words, but I soon end up drowning in the pools of lust that start to gleam in the billionaire's sky-blue eyes.
I have never given men the time of the day before this, much less men as arrogant as Nicolaas Verhaege. And yet...
"Would you like the polite answer—-"
It's as if this billionaire knows exactly what to say to make me melt, just like what he's doing now.
"—-or something else?"
And of course, there's only one answer to that, which is...
"Or something else," I whisper, "and the dirtier, the better." Words like these are something I used to think I can only say to Kevin, and it just makes me all the more aware of how powerfully this man is affecting my senses.
"Then no..."
His arm wraps around my waist as he says the words, and in one smooth move, he's unlocked his door and has both of us inside his suite.
"Virginity never used to turn me on—-"
My eyes widen.
"But yours is a fucking exception—-"
A gasp escapes me as he suddenly lifts me up in his arms, and I unthinkingly lock my legs around his waist as my hands curve over the muscular slopes of his shoulders.
"And all I can think about now is ramming my cock into your pussy and make your cunt leak blood and cum."
That...is definitely the dirtiest thing anyone has ever said to me, and color me twisted and perverted, but I don't care. The words make me just as horny, and as my shuddering body collapses against his chest, all I can do is whisper—-
"Now, Nic."
It's my first time to use his name, and the sound has him groaning.
"Take my virginity now...please."
His body jerks, and his arms tighten around me. "God, you're perfect."