Read Caught: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (His Domination Book 2) for Free Online Page B

words. “How was your meeting, sir?”
    “Don’t change the subject.” Henry took her wrist and brought her hand up to his cheek. His face was dangerously close to hers, as if he would plant his lips right on her – but he didn’t. “I spent my whole meeting thinking of you. Thinking of your mouth on my cock yesterday. Did you like that?”
    “Of course, Mr. Warren.”
    “I bet you wanted something a bit… more, though. Tell me, how badly did you want me to fuck you?”
    “Badly.”
    Henry stepped back, although his eyes never left her form. Monica leaned back enough to push her chest up in his direction. Come on my breasts for all I care. She was beginning to starve for his attention. Just according to plan, probably.
    “No, I don’t think so.” Henry backed away. “I don’t think you really want me that badly.”
    “Of course I do!”
    Henry opened one of the dresser drawers and pulled out a silk restraint. “You say that, but I have yet to see you really writhe in need.”
    “Tell me what to do. I’m yours to command, sir.”
    “I told you what I wanted you to do.” Henry pushed her onto the bed, her head hitting his pillow while he pressed her wrist against the headboard and tied it there. He did not reach for the other one. “I want you to think about your indiscretions. You’ve been a terrible, wicked woman, Monica. Lie here and think about what you have done. I have another meeting to go to.”
    He’s not… The man was. He was going to restrain her to the bed and then leave her locked up in this room until he felt like playing with her again. Monica yanked against the restraint, her arm pulling and her teeth chomping down on her lip.
    “Are you all right?”
    It was that soft, kind voice of Henry’s that Monica hadn’t heard in a few hours. She opened her eyes and saw Henry looming over her, his hand on her abdomen and his eyes large enough to swallow her whole.
    Monica stopped writhing – not that it was the writhing Henry sought anyway. “I’m… fine.” She forgot the words she owed her Dom. “It’s just…” Her history. Her fears. Her ex-boyfriend who tried something like this and never gave her a payoff.
    Henry didn’t untie her, but he sat on the bed next to her and caressed her cheek with smooth fingers. “Do you trust me?”
    He wasn’t judgmental. He was, however, firm in the way he gripped her shoulder and eased her back into his pillow. He still wants me to obey. Monica’s safe word flashed in front of her eyes. She could say it. If she said it, this would all be over. The scene would end, and Henry would either send her home to her Château or unlock that door to let her roam free. And I would feel awful. Monica knew that she would never forgive herself if she didn’t see this scene through.
    “I trust you, Henry,” she said, hoping that he would bend down and kiss her.
    He did. His lips, warm and soft, tended to her romantic needs, his hand wrapping around her breast while his tongue snaked into her mouth and down her throat. He won’t hurt me. Monica had to believe it. She couldn’t live the rest of her life assuming that every billionaire who tied her to his bedposts was going to leave her to her own misery.
    “You’ll be back soon, right?”
    “I will be back. Before you’re missed by the rest of the household.” Before Monica could express her relief, he continued, “And sometime later we’ll talk about why you’re so nervous right now.”
    “I’m not nervous.”
    Pleasure suddenly jolted through her as he lowered one side of her negligee and squeezed her bare breast. “You shouldn’t be. Once I think you’re sufficiently ready… I’ll give you exactly what you want.”
    He kissed her once more before sitting up, his hand wrapping around her thigh and prying her legs apart. “I won’t tell you when I’ll be back. In truth, I don’t know how long this next meeting will take anyway. When I do come back, you better be ready for me. I expect