Boxed Set: At the Billionaire’s Command – Vol. 1-3 by Lucy Jones Read Free Book Online Page A

us 'together'?
    “Listen, Daniel, this interrogation is ridiculous.”
    During this virulent exchange, interspersed with silences full of things left unsaid and glances that said a lot, the tension between us took on a whole new dimension.
    "I have several appointments and then a business dinner today,” he explained nervously, trying to deflect our respective impulses. “But tomorrow, we can spend the weekend in my house on Long Island. If you'd like,” he said, calmly, after a long silence.
    “I suppose you can 'arrange things with Mr. Guttierez?'” I asked, with an ironic smirk.
    “Be ready at nine am,” he said with a slight grin that was a mix of surrender and amusement.
I nodded in agreement.
    Before leaving the room, Daniel murmured in my ear:
    “I'm not joking, Julia. I can't bear to see you with another man. I want you for my own. For me only.”
I stood for a moment in the room full of the sensual scent that Daniel left in his wake. I was rattled by desire, I needed to get myself together.
    Friday, July twentieth, nine AM. Daniel opened the door of a white MBW Z4 convertible. We left the city. The road raced by the window, as we drove in silence, and soon the Long Island house appeared in the distance, isolated, looking over the beach as if it were a painting by Edward Hopper. Candice and Ray were already there. Daniel exchanged a few words with them and I saw them leave.
    As soon as we passed through the door, our visit to the gigantic house transformed into a sexual treasure hunt. The owner of this place was taking me on a tour. From room to room, Daniel wielded his erotic power over me. We were starving, thirsty, insatiable.
    Right there, he devoured my mouth. The fire of his kisses spilt into my veins.
Over there, he tore off my clothes and used his tongue to work miracles that made me feel as if I was sinking into the wall he'd pressed me up against.
In the living room, he made me kneel down on the rug. A willing victim, I let him spank me until it stung.
In the banquet room, he took me on the long marble table. My burning bum was on the cold and hard stone, like a sizzling hot poker plunged into water.
In the staircase, the steps dug into my flesh under Daniel's thrusts.
    In the gigantic shower, we tried to soothe our marked, exhausted, panting bodies covered in sweat. But under the massaging effect of the water, surrounded by hot vapour, our bodies wanted more. Hands against the dripping wall, legs spread, I felt Daniel's torso against my back. He pulled his left arm around my waist and his right hand passed in between my legs, caressing my sex. When he felt my excitement start to peak, he slid his thumb into my anus while continuing, with the rest of his hand, to pleasure my sex. The deafening roar of the water, the steam that blurred every image, the fatigue of my muscles, the sulphur-like fragrance in the air, the heat of Daniel's skin against mine all contributed to my lack of resistance, my appetite for new sensations, my desire to explore, to trustingly surrender to his expert hands.
    In one room, with a loose yet short enough rope to keep me immobile, he tied my hands to the frame of the antique bed. He could do what he wanted with me. And through him, I experienced incredible pleasure. My head, my legs, all of my limbs fell to the side. I was nothing, merely existing.
Exhausted, lying next to one another, between fullness and emptiness, between fusion and detachment. I remembered the headline:
Call Mr. Fire!
and I smiled. What an appropriate name!
    “Mr. Fire...”
Daniel turned his face towards mine. I looked at his sky blue eyes and continued smiling.
    “That fits you very well, like a tailor made suit.”
Now I turned: Daniel was also smiling, amused, surprised. There was something both childish and diabolical in that grin.
    Far from the hotel, where Daniel was a guest and I was obliged to be at the service of my customer, things seemed different to me. It was likely that this dynamic,