Taken By The Billionaire Read Online Free
Author: Renee White
women, but that’s just one level, nothing but satisfying a need like eating when you’re hungry. What I feel for you goes way deeper than that.”
“I still couldn’t do it, Mister Taylor. Please, I’ll do anything else. Be reasonable.”
I had to break her, had to make her change her mind. She would submit to my will.
“Was he good?” I asked.
“ What? Who?” Kylie responded, puzzled.
I let the silence balloon between us. Oh, there was muted conversation and tinkles of cutlery around us, but we were enveloped by our own bubble of total quiet while we locked gazes again.
Kylie heaved a weary sigh. “Rafe,” she murmured. “You’re talking about Rafe and me in bed, aren’t you?”
“Did Rafe ever tell you he wanted you while you were sat in a restaurant? I mean like we are now. Did he whisper in your ear how badly he wanted you? So much that he could just take you even with all these other people watching? Do you ever think about being watched, Kylie?”
All I got in response was a mute stare.
“What I’d do, Kylie, is I’d tell you to take off your knickers, your panties I mean, and then sit there, right there in that chair and open your legs so I could see you. See that part of you exposed. I’d get you to hike up your dress so that from the waist down your all naked and vulnerable to my whim.
“Does the thought of that turn you on, Kylie? It does me. I’m rock hard right now just picturing us together. That’s just one thing, one game I’ll play with you. We could go to the bathroom right this second. Would that turn you on? That and the fact we might get caught any time. Just think of watching your reflection in the mirror; so hot . Just imagine the thrill of that risk. Of being caught.
“There’s a hell of a lot of trust involved in the games I’d play with you. You’d have to trust me. But I’d look after you too. Could you trust Rafe enough to take risks with him in public places? I’d say that since he betrayed you in such a nasty way that you definitely couldn’t have trusted him. He’d have run and left you to take whatever came your way. I’d never do that, Kylie; I’d look after you.
“Don’t you have fantasies like that? Putting yourself out there knowing you have a man you can depend on. It would be a thrill, such a rush. In Paris I’ll take you to places nobody knows us and get you to take risks that will make your cheeks burn.
“I’m so hard for you right now, Kylie, and I might just take it out under the table here and let you watch as I stroke it.
“Did Rafe ever say things like that, Kylie?
“Would Rafe make you sit on an old ladder-backed chair with your wrists bound behind your back while he slowly teased you with his fingers and mouth? I’m talking about kissing your neck and stroking your breasts and finding the places on your body that make you squirm while someone, me, explores you. ”
Kylie rose to her feet. “Thanks for your time, Mister Taylor. Thanks for the dinner and the wine. And thank you for your offer, but no, I won’t sleep with you.”
I hate the F-word – Failure – and I sure as fuck couldn’t stand to fail with this girl. What I hoped then was that I’d said something that struck a chord with Kylie, and that I’d made her tingle with the possibilities.
Perhaps I’d overdone it, and even if Kylie had been turned on by the ideas I’d laid out there then social conditioning would have prompted her reaction.
Did she entertain any of the kinds of fantasies I’d so graphically painted? Did she have a penchant for something different, something I hadn’t mentioned, or maybe she is just as vanilla as they made them?
Kylie hesitated. I saw the abject look crease her face and knew I’d played my ace card in reminding Kylie of the reason she’d sought me out in the first place.
“Sit down,” I said brusquely.
The girl hesitated
“I still couldn’t do it, Mister Taylor. Please, I’ll do anything else. Be reasonable.”
I had to break her, had to make her change her mind. She would submit to my will.
“Was he good?” I asked.
“ What? Who?” Kylie responded, puzzled.
I let the silence balloon between us. Oh, there was muted conversation and tinkles of cutlery around us, but we were enveloped by our own bubble of total quiet while we locked gazes again.
Kylie heaved a weary sigh. “Rafe,” she murmured. “You’re talking about Rafe and me in bed, aren’t you?”
“Did Rafe ever tell you he wanted you while you were sat in a restaurant? I mean like we are now. Did he whisper in your ear how badly he wanted you? So much that he could just take you even with all these other people watching? Do you ever think about being watched, Kylie?”
All I got in response was a mute stare.
“What I’d do, Kylie, is I’d tell you to take off your knickers, your panties I mean, and then sit there, right there in that chair and open your legs so I could see you. See that part of you exposed. I’d get you to hike up your dress so that from the waist down your all naked and vulnerable to my whim.
“Does the thought of that turn you on, Kylie? It does me. I’m rock hard right now just picturing us together. That’s just one thing, one game I’ll play with you. We could go to the bathroom right this second. Would that turn you on? That and the fact we might get caught any time. Just think of watching your reflection in the mirror; so hot . Just imagine the thrill of that risk. Of being caught.
“There’s a hell of a lot of trust involved in the games I’d play with you. You’d have to trust me. But I’d look after you too. Could you trust Rafe enough to take risks with him in public places? I’d say that since he betrayed you in such a nasty way that you definitely couldn’t have trusted him. He’d have run and left you to take whatever came your way. I’d never do that, Kylie; I’d look after you.
“Don’t you have fantasies like that? Putting yourself out there knowing you have a man you can depend on. It would be a thrill, such a rush. In Paris I’ll take you to places nobody knows us and get you to take risks that will make your cheeks burn.
“I’m so hard for you right now, Kylie, and I might just take it out under the table here and let you watch as I stroke it.
“Did Rafe ever say things like that, Kylie?
“Would Rafe make you sit on an old ladder-backed chair with your wrists bound behind your back while he slowly teased you with his fingers and mouth? I’m talking about kissing your neck and stroking your breasts and finding the places on your body that make you squirm while someone, me, explores you. ”
Kylie rose to her feet. “Thanks for your time, Mister Taylor. Thanks for the dinner and the wine. And thank you for your offer, but no, I won’t sleep with you.”
I hate the F-word – Failure – and I sure as fuck couldn’t stand to fail with this girl. What I hoped then was that I’d said something that struck a chord with Kylie, and that I’d made her tingle with the possibilities.
Perhaps I’d overdone it, and even if Kylie had been turned on by the ideas I’d laid out there then social conditioning would have prompted her reaction.
Did she entertain any of the kinds of fantasies I’d so graphically painted? Did she have a penchant for something different, something I hadn’t mentioned, or maybe she is just as vanilla as they made them?
Kylie hesitated. I saw the abject look crease her face and knew I’d played my ace card in reminding Kylie of the reason she’d sought me out in the first place.
“Sit down,” I said brusquely.
The girl hesitated
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