Bartered Submission: The Billionaire's Wife, Part 5 (A BDSM Erotic Romance) Read Online Free Page A

breath whispered inside my head, full of wordless answers I
could never decipher.
    I was putty in his hands, my whole body listing into
him, as though I were a sinking ship and he was the only thing
keeping me afloat. If he kissed me again, I knew I would drown.
    He didn't. Pulling away, he took my hand. “We should
continue this conversation upstairs,” he murmured.
    Swallowing hard, I nodded. Upstairs. Yes.
    He guided me back into the gallery and then up the
narrow staircase. The creaking of the old floorboards beneath our
feet crackled in the air between us.
    We arrived in the master bedroom on the top floor.
The room was dark, this late in the autumn, and the skylight above
us was like a black hole. I imagined if it were to break we would
be sucked out into space.
    Anton switched on a bedside lamp, then took me by the
hand and led me to the center of the floor, a few feet from the
bed. The whole room was white and blonde, clean and fresh. Anton
stood in front of me. His whole being screamed control, even in the
way he relaxed his stance. The rock hard body underneath his suit
hummed with tension. He had to control himself to relax, and,
despite myself, my heart went out to him.
    What had happened to make him so guarded? What made
him so alone?
    My fingers twitched. The gulf between us was so
great, but if I could reach across it, if I could touch him where
he stood trapped in his own iron grip...
    “ Ask me a question.” The words were sharp and hard,
startling me. I hadn't even been thinking about asking questions.
But as I studied his face in the soft lamplight, I could see he was
determined about something. There was nothing in his expression
that told me what he was
determined about, but that in and of itself was
something.
    I licked my lips. “Tell me about your family,” I
said.
    The barest of tells: the muscles around his eyes
tightened almost imperceptibly.
    “Disrobe,” he commanded me.
    I brought my hands to the buttons of my blouse. One
by one, I released them, and he watched me. As I parted the fabric
above my breasts, I paused.
    “Are you going to tell me, or do I have to button
back up again?” There was far more bravado in my words than I felt
inside. My knees were jelly, and the heat in my core was
spreading.
    “What would you like to know about my family?” he
asked.
    I shook my head. “Anything.”
    “Anything?”
    I knew then that I'd made an error. He could tell me
whatever he wanted, and I'd be no further than I was already. Well.
Might as well double-down. I lifted my chin. “Yeah. Anything.”
    His eyes flicked down my body. “Very well. I have no
brothers or sisters. Continue.”
    Could have been worse, I thought. My trembling fingers popped
button after button through their holes, and each one revealed me
to him. At last they were all done, and I let the blouse slip from
my shoulders to the floor.
    Cool air caressed my skin, and my nipples hardened
inside my bra.
    “Ask.”
    Another command. I wracked my brain. His stare was
distracting, discomfiting. How could I concentrate when he was
standing so close, watching me like a wolf eying a spring lamb?
    “What were your parents like?” It was all I could
think of.
    Again his eyes tightened, and this time they didn't
relax. “Remove your bra.”
    Reaching behind me, I did as I was told. The straps
slid down my arms and I tossed it to the floor and stood before
him, naked from the waist up. Only jeans, panties, and a pair of
low heels kept me from him now.
    His hand floated out, hovering in the air between us.
Large and warm, it cupped one breast, and I let out a sigh.
    “I didn't know my parents,” he said. “Kick off those
heels.”
    I did so.
    “Ask.”
    “Where did you grow up?”
    Rough fingers turned me around so that my back was to
him. “Take off those jeans.”
    My hands were numb. I could hardly think straight. I
felt him hovering behind me, a vast presence that could not be held
by his physical body. I unbuttoned my