The Return of the Tycoon (6 page)

She made her way back inside and collapsed on the canopied bed. Nick had spared no expense in decorating, either. The house boasted all the modern comforts with touches of antiquity that maintained an authentic feel. She spread on the bed, sinking into its lush depths. Suddenly tired from the jet ride and the champagne, Julie closed her eyes.

She awakened to a kiss, her body responding before she could think. Julie opened her eyes just as Nick placed his roughened palms against her cheeks, leaning in and deepening their kiss. His sensuous lips moved against hers, gentle at first, but gradually growing more demanding. Nick collapsed on the bed, covering her body with his.

Julie loved the feel of his heavy body on hers. She cradled Nick’s hips between her slim thighs, arms wrapped tightly around his broad back. Nick groaned as her fingertips stroked the sinewy muscles lining his spinal column. Nick ran a hot trail of kisses to her earlobe, tugging at it lightly.

“You still angry with me?” he whispered.

“Nick, don’t spoil the moment, just hush,” she replied.

“I know of a little something I could do to try and make things up to you,” he said.

“No, it’s my turn this time.”

Still waking up, she brought herself to her knees at the foot of the bed, and she alternated between stroking and mouthing the bulge in the front of his jeans.

She touched his belt, and then looked up pleadingly at him, still touching herself d
own there with her other hand.
Reading her gesture correctly, Nick lowered his pants, but she stopped them and h
eld them just above his knees.
They were not going to hurry, not yet, not while he let her have anything to do with it.

And he might
not; he might take
firm control of her at any moment.  Until then, she was going to savor being back in his bed.

She drew his beautiful cock to her mouth and kissed it just under the tip.  That was one of those places, one of those things that s
he knew. And it had the
desired effect: he went fro
m thick and firm to
hard in an instant.

She opened her mouth and took just the tip of him inside, letting her tongue play down from the tip to that sensitive place underneath.  Nick let out a soft moan and placed his hands on the back of her head, but still letting her set the pace and the depth in her mouth.

At first, as she continued to masturbate herself with one hand, she used the other to stroke the base of his shaft.  But as her jaw slowly relaxed and she was able to take him closer to the back of her throat, she used her
free hand to reach up and unbutton his shirt.
She loved the feel of his bare skin to her touch, and ri
ght now she wanted more of it.
At last, with a shrug of his shoulders, the shirt fell to the floor.

She released him from her mouth and took h
im then instead with her hand.
God, it felt so big a
nd hard in her little fingers.
She stroked him gently as she reached up and sucked on each of his tiny nipples in turn, smiling quietly to herself a
t his sharp intakes of breath.
Once again, those things that she knew.
The things she could do to him.
Still stroking him slowly, she pressed her teeth playfully against his nipple before letting it go so she could speak.

“Do you know how it h
urt me, when you did what you did
?  I don’t know which was worse, hating you or missing you.”

“You miss those games we used to play?” he asked.

“I think I should take a page from your book and tie you up and spank you,” she added.  And, as she knew, this last comment just pushed him too far.

His eyes shot open, and he grabbed both of her hands – the one that was stroking him as well as the one that had been touching her own sex all along. 

“I dominate
you
in bed, not the other way around. Understood?”

She tried to conceal her smile: this after all was what she really wanted.

He held both her tiny wrists in one hand and, looking around, found his own shirt was the closest thing he could use to tie them together.  He wrapped the cloth around her arms and bound them tight and secure behind her back.  She pretended to struggle, but she knew well about his skill with knots.  She would not free herself now without his help.

Once her wrists were bound, Nick rolled her onto her back on the bed.  He peeled out of the pants that she had left at his knees, and he moved to stand above her, his erection just above her wide-open eyes, pointing down across her now completely vulnerable bare body.

He stroked himself
a few times.  “
Isn’t that what you like? Didn’t you miss that?
”  His voice got low as he went on.  “I think you did.”

But instead of continuing to stroke himself there,
he slid onto the bed beside her and
drew his face down toward her exposed sex.

He had always been a skillful oral lo
ver, and Julie moaned as Nick
brought his mouth to her, teasing her clit with his tongue.

He
knew her body like no one else ever had.  Again and again, he brought her just to the edge of her climax before drawing his head back and giving her noth
ing more than his warm breath.
Each time he denied her release, her writhing and moaning became more desperately plaintive, until at last he kept his tongue there firmly against her and she bucked herself against his face, giving herself the orgasm she so desperately needed.

He sat up, then, and wiped her generous moisture from his face with the back of his hand.

“My turn, now, babe,” he said as he
flipped her over on her belly.
Reaching under her, he lifted her hips so that her beautiful ass was better p
resented to him.
Reaching between her thighs with one hand to touch her wetness again, he said, “Jules, you have such a great ass.”

With her face pressed into th
e covers, she blushed at this.
He even pressed his thumb against her tight little opening there, and said, “someday…,” without finishing the thought.

Instead, he crawled behind her and guided himself to the war
m wetness that waited for him.
And he teased her again by just leaving the hard tip of himself against her, pressing it ever so slightly inside her before withdrawing just to the outside of her lips.

He stayed there, with the two of them just barely touching that way, as she strained to press herself up against him, until at last she gave in and begged him.

“Oh my God, Nick, please, come on; please!”

He started out slowly, pressing every inch of himself into her, savoring her hot wetness, and the occasional quiver her musc
les gave against him.  But as Nick
moved in and out of her, his hand squeezing the knot that kept her under his control, he gradually built up the speed and the power and the insistent intensity of his thrusts.

He was driving her down into the bed and forcing wordless cries out of her slender little body from the sheer power of his desire.

At last, sensing that she was ready, he commanded her: “now, come with me.”  And obeying his command, her body quaked hard, squeezing against him as he throbbed again and again, spilling himself inside her.

When he had finished, he collapsed against her back, which only increased the ache in her arms.

Julie let him rest there for a moment before she dared to ask, “are you planning to untie me?”

Nick slipped out of her now sopping wet womanhood and rolled onto the bed at her side.  “I don’t know,” he grinned at her.  “I just might leave you this way so I can fuck you whenever I want.”

She turned her face to him, and he could see there was pain in her eyes.  “No, please, Nick, I need….”

He hushed her, kissing her forehead as he untied her arms.

Then he swatted her ass one more time, even harder than before. 

“That was incredible,” she whispered.

“That’s just the tip of the iceberg. Now get dressed,” he said, “I’m taking you out.”

Chapter 8

“You can’t be serious,” Julie balked at the sight of the restaurant. “I’m not dressed for this, and this is the second time in a row.” Nick looked her up and down, stroking his jaw in consideration.

“I suppose you’re right,” he said, taking in her jeans and simple blouse. Tucking her hand under his arm, he led them around the corner to a trendy boutique. Seeing what he had in mind, Julie dug her heels into the pavement.

“No!” she cried out. “I’m not going to let you dress me like a damn Barbie doll.” Ignoring her protests, Nick dragged her in the shop.

“Well,
I
want steak,” he informed her coolly. “And that place you just passed up because you weren’t dressed for it has the best steak on the West Coast.” His eyes fell on a mannequin wearing a short red dress, ankle boots, and a floral cardigan. Catching a saleswoman’s attention, he said, “All this, size four, petite.”

“Of course,” the saleswoman hurried to do his bidding. “And the boots?”

“Size seven,” Nick answered. As an afterthought, he added, “Remove all the tags before sending them to the dressing room.” Julie’s arms crossed protectively over her chest.

“I really don’t feel comfortable with your buying me new clothes,” she sniffed.

“I’ve already taken you out in your pajamas,” Nick reminded her. “I think you can manage to dress up for me tonight.” Scowling, Julie had to admit Nick had a point. By the determined lo
ok on his face, she knew there was
no option but to relent. Julie had seen that look enough times to know he was serious.

With a final huff of indignation, she let the saleswoman lead her to a dressing room. There, Julie stripped off her clothes before reaching for the dress on the hanger. It really was quite lovely, a deep red that would show off the green in her eyes. Zipping it, she turned to look at herself in the mirror.

Astonished, she stepped back. The dress hugged all her curves in just the right places. Nick certainly had good taste, and this dress proved it. Smiling, she slipped into the leather boots and shrugged on the cardigan. Nick eyed her up and down when she came out of the dressing room. She couldn’t help grinning at the barely concealed desire burning in his hooded gaze. Nick, too, looked fantastic, and although she had watched him dress in the hotel room, she hadn’t really taken him in until now.

Although the white dress shirt was tucked neatly in his slacks, the top few buttons remained undone, the sleeves rolled to his elbows, exposing his corded forearms. It was difficult to believe he sat behind a desk most of his days. Joining him, she pushed her way to the counter, withdrawing her wallet.

“What are you doing,
Jules
?” Nick asked, his voice steely with resolve.

“I’m paying for my clothes,” Julie sniffed, withdrawing her credit card. “I’m not one of your models, Nick. I can take care of myself.”

Nick shook his head before taking her by the elbow and dragging her to the door.

“I don’t doubt that,” he assured her, “but I’ve already taken care of it.”

Confused, Julie looked around. She saw only one salesperson, and she’d helped Julie the entire time. How could Nick have already paid? Her answer came not from Nick, but from the saleswoman herself.

“Thank you, Mr. Maxwell,” she called after them, putting the empty hangers into a bin behind the counter. “I’ll be sure to send the bill over to Tom in the morning.” Julie could only blink.

“Wait,” she stopped him outside, “you’ve done this before, haven’t you?” She saw Nick stiffen, his eyes not quite meeting hers. “You co
me here all the time.
” She hadn’t seen any men’s clothes in the boutique, so there was only one way the saleswoman knew Nick. Julie felt her stomach knot with anger. Face fuming, she addressed him again. “You probably do this every other weekend. Bring one of your sluts here, take them to the house and the steak restaurant and buy them clothes, and—”

“I’ve never taken anyone to the house before,
Jules
,” Nick interrupted her, his voice soft and strong at the same time.

Julie shook her head. “I don’t want to go anywhere you’ve taken other women,” she insisted, knowing that the statement itself was probably unrealistic. Nick had had so many women in his life that everywhere she went with him would be tainted.

“
Jules
,” Nick said, his voice calm. “I just want a steak, and I want to eat that steak with you.” Taking her chin in his hand, he tilted her face to meet his. Nick really did live up to his reputation when it came to his power of persuasion over others. Julie felt herself going along with him.

“All right,” she relented, softening to him. “We can get some dinner at your favor
ite restaurant, but after we need to talk about us. In order for me to even consider forgiving you I need some kind of assurance that you’ve changed and that the same thing will never happen again, you see. And
I don’t want any reminders of the other women in your life.
”