Tame Me: A Filthy Billionaire Romance Page 8

Madeline stared at his face and saw that the usual amused twinkle Devon always had in his eyes was absent. She swallowed heavily, with trepidation. “Dev?”

  “Not here anymore.”

  She felt a nudging flicker of fear. “That’s crazy. You’re right here.”

  With a swift movement, he grabbed her and lifted her from the floor. “He was waiting for the...” His voice fell away, as though he attempted to find the proper word. “Marriage?”

  Madeline studied his face. It appeared rougher somehow, different, but still Devon’s face. At the touch of his hands, she shuddered with desire.

  “You want me,” he growled low.

  An overwhelming wave of desire crashed through her. “Yes!”

  He nudged her forward, and her stomach came up against the table. Bending her over, reaching under her, he rubbed her labia.

  At the feeling of his probing, she let out a helpless sound. “Ahh.”

  “You are ready for a man.” He stroked his fingers inside her.

  Her body jerked at the delightful intrusion, and she realized how wet she was. “I’m ready for Dev!”

  Forcefully, he hefted her body up and entered her.

  At the unexpected intrusion, she drew in an astonished breath. He’s so big. Her eyes watered.

  He stilled and held her hips in a tight grip. “Maddy?”

  “Yes, Dev,” she panted.

  “I can’t seem to stop.” His voice sounded normal, but full of confusion.

  Madeline squirmed and shoved herself back on him. “I don’t want you to!” She ground herself on him, nearly mindless with the delicious, sensuous pleasure it gave her.

  “Stop!” he shouted.

  “I can’t, unh…” Breathless, she reveled in her wet sliding on his swollen, hard cock. “Feels so good.” Madeline couldn’t stop herself, sliding her pelvis forward and back repeatedly.

  “You are a good choice.” His voice sounded different again, and he lifted her onto his hips, stood erect and ground her up and down on him.

  “Unh,” Madeline trembled as he plunged deeper. “Aww!” she exclaimed, her body shuddering with ecstatic gratification.

  With strength beyond human limits, he lifted her higher, pounding into her. “Yes,” he growled with lustful approval.

  She winced at his violent movements, but at same time, she was overwhelmed with rapturous pleasure. “More!”

  “A hot woman.” His deep voice echoed through her.

  A mindless need seized her again, and took her out of control, out of herself. “Ahh!” she helplessly cried out, as he pulled out of her and set her to the floor. “No,” she panted desperately. “No.”

  He pinched her nipples hard.

  “Mmm.” Her body responded, jerking upright with the sound and the rough pinches. He released her, and she slumped to the table. “Oh, God.”

  He flipped her around and stared into her eyes. “I will tame you.”

  “What? Tame me?” She gulped out the words with breathless laughter.

  “Women do not laugh at their men.”

  “Well, I do, when they make stupid statements like that!” More laughter bubbled from her.

  His face took on a detached expression, and he slung her over his shoulder, carrying her toward the back of the cave.

  Madeline laughed excitedly with the effects of the water and the hot sex while the bed passed by her line of sight.

  Silent, he carried her to a darkened tunnel and set her inside the round entrance.

  Madeline knelt on her hands and knees inside the narrow opening. “I’m not going in there!”

  He slapped her hard across her bare ass cheeks.

  “Oww!” she screamed, “That fucking hurt!” Another slap popped across her derriere and the stinging of it made her flinch. “Cut that shit out!” Her angry voice echoed through the tunnel.

  “Move.” He rubbed her stinging cheeks with warm hands as a warning of possible repercussions if she didn’t obey.

  She released an aggravated breath and peered ahead. The tunnel appeared dark and smelled damp.

  He slapped her ass hard again.

  “Ohh!” she screamed out with pain. “You son of a bitch!”

  Grasping the soft skin of her inner thigh, he gave her a painful pinch. “Now!”

  Madeline bit her lip. He’s so gonna pay for this! She fumed and scooted forward. No one does this to me and gets away with it. The scrambling journey felt like forever, and her knees became raw from the pebbles in the tunnel. She could glimpse light peeking at her from the end, and finally emerging, she viewed a three-foot drop below her.

  “Move, woman!” he commanded from behind her.

  Her blood boiled at his sadistic treatment, but she scooted forward. The opening appeared wider than at the entrance, and she swung herself to the ground.

  The warrior jumped to the cave floor, landing next to her.

  She rubbed her sore ass cheeks. “You could go to jail for this.”

  Giving no response, he picked her up and carried her across the darkened cave.

  Curiosity overcame her anger as she tried to see where they were.

  He set her down against a rough rock wall, grabbed her wrists, pulled her hands over her head and tied them together with rough rope.

  Befuddled, she gazed up at her bound wrists.

  He stepped away and her body lifted from the floor.

  “Ohh!” she yelled out with panic as her feet left the ground. “What do you think you’re doing?”

  A bright flash of light jumped in front of her. She could see he was holding a torch, with a high flame.

  “Look!” He motioned the torch light to the cave walls.

  Madeline stilled and gaped at the drawings. She gawked at various graphic depictions of men and women painted in muted colors along the stone walls. The images were like pornographic hieroglyphics. Nude women cleverly displayed in all kinds of vulnerable positions, their faces alive with pain and ecstasy. The men either stood over them or covered their naked forms in various positions of dominance. “What the hell is this?” She gasped with shock.

  “A holy place.” He placed the torch into a metal holder on the stone wall.

  “You mean holy shit!”

  Crossing his arms over his broad chest, he nodded his head toward the wall next to her.

  Afraid to look, she hesitated, but eventually curiosity compelled her to swing her gaze over to a rack made of wood. It held a strange assortment of items.

  “For the taming.” His threat echoed through the cave.

  “Are you out of your fucking mind?” She glared at him. “I’m not into kinky BDSM!”

  “First law.” He stepped forward, callously wrapping a strip of cloth around her head, securing it over her mouth.

  Madeline attempted to jerk her head away.

  He grasped her face in a tight grip and cinched the gag. “Silence,” he stated in a flat voice.

  He’s gone crazy. Or, did I ever really know him?

  He smiled malevolently, and his eyes drew over her body. “Yes, he chose well.”

  Why does he keep saying he and his? She was baffled over his third person references. Her gaze roamed lower, until she could see all of him. Her earlier conclusions of his male magnificence now suffered a second consideration.

  He stood with a towering height. A proud and impressive male, surging muscles bulged from his gleaming, broad shoulders. His bronze skin appeared sleek and deliciously smooth in the low light of the cave. His lean abdominal muscles rippled under the glow of the torches.

  Madeline continued to stare at his physique and experienced an unwanted flushing, which coursed through her body. A savage Adonis stood on front of her, possessing an unbridled power to administer both pleasure and pain. Savage confidence emanated from his hunter-like stance. The dark slate color of his glinting eyes reflected an austere rage.

  He was Devon, but not the same Devon.

  Compelled to submit to her avid curiosity, Madeline’s bewil
dered gaze lowered to his muscled thighs which could easily crush a human body if used as a vice. Her lurid, voyeuristic journey went further along his hard body to find him proportionately endowed in all aspects of physical superiority. His cock was enormous and sleek. The sheer, unbelievable size of him had her wondering about how she even took all of him in before.

  “You will not look unless permitted to.” He stepped to the rack and grabbed a long branch with funny looking, fuzzy leaves on it, and motioned to a particular drawing on the far north wall.

  Her attention focused on the branch.

  “Look!” He pointed over to the graphic image.

  Madeline’s gaze followed the direction of his finger. The coarsely drawn hieroglyph depicted a woman hanging on a wall while a man held the reed over her breasts. The image became clear to her now, that he intended to torture her sexually, to accomplish his continuous demands of subservient obedience.

  “You will beg,” he threatened, and raised the reed to her skin.

  Surreal disbelief came over her as she attempted to push the entire episode from her confounded mind. This can’t be real. It just cannot be happening to me! The lightning water continued to weave its aphrodisiac spell over her yearning, aching body, but her mind remained infused with defiance. Despite the trembling in her body from the effects of the water’s spell, Madeline glared at him, deciding to stick with her instinctual rebellion.

  The brave drew the reed closer, and she grew rigid, bracing herself as it brushed across a nipple. Oh, man! With slow, deliberate motions, he drew it higher and rubbed her neck, right where her rapid pulse beat, and a prickling spread across her skin. What is that?

  “It is from an ancient bush. We call it Maiden Reed,” he explained, touching it to her other nipple.

  Both nipples grew hard and pinched, with a slight stinging, the nerve endings tingling wildly. “Mmm,” she moaned, low, through the gag.

  “It will make you want,” he informed her with a guttural growl and lowered it to her legs.

  Resisting his continued anointing of her skin, she closed her legs tightly.

  “Open,” he commanded.

  Panting through the gag, Madeline clenched her legs together.

  He hung the reed back on the rack, grasped her legs and spread them apart. Kicking at him, her nipples tingled as he held her struggling body back, grabbed her ankle, and fastened it to the wall. “The eagle’s tie for the truly disobedient,” he stated, securing her other ankle.

  She experienced a sense of panic, as her legs were wide open. He’s insane. A crazed sadist!

  Carefully, he took the reed from the rack again.

  With unwilling fascination, she watched him lower the branch to her open thighs. He touched it to the tender skin of her clit with a light rubbing. She moaned as the delicious quiver spread across her skin.

  Stepping back, he hung it on the rack.

  Despite her efforts to resist, she experienced an overpowering impulse to move her hips around while squirming like crazy. Fighting it, she uselessly attempted to control her breathing and get control of the wild tingling which ran from her nipples across her belly. Madeline’s body grew stiff with the pleasure-inducing sensation, as it spread from her open legs and crept across her trembling thighs, all the way to her toes.

  His face remained impassive as he stood back and watched her. “Woman?” He motioned to the southern wall, crossed his arms over his bare chest again, and waited.

  No, don’t look, Madeline. Don’t! Her head inexplicably turned of its own volition, and she viewed the next drawing, which depicted the man’s face between the woman’s legs, pure ecstasy reflected from the woman’s expression. With the visual and highly erotic components of this sensuously depicted scene, Madeline shuddered and grew wet. Oh, God. Oh, God!

  A pulsing ran through her body, and she breathed heavily, fighting the overwhelming anticipation which gripped her. I want him to… I need to feel his mouth on me. The sexual urge to receive the same oral assault rose in her body. No! The logical, rebellious Madeline wanted to fight this desire. He’s trying to wear me down.

  “Do you want it?”

  Quivering at his words, she shook her head.

  The doubting brave smiled at the obvious lie. “I will taste your skin and draw this lie from your body. Do you taste...?”

  Salty and sweet? Madeline finished the familiar question in her mind.

  A flicker of some emotion passed through his eyes. He shook his head, and his expression chilled again. He applied his hot tongue to her tender skin.

  Her whole body shivered as he opened her folds with his fingers, placing his warm lips over her exposed clit. “Mmm,” she groaned from behind the gag.

  Sliding his hot, moist tongue over her with a rapid motion, he tilted her hips and spread her pussy open wider, his rigid, searing tongue plunging inside of her.

  I want him to do it more! I need it! Her body shook terribly. No! Madeline fought her own body’s reaction, tossing her head back and forth while his tongue propulsion grew more rapid and the throbbing became a living bliss. Her leg muscles stiffened as she fought her body’s compelling need to give in to the heated, erotic assault. She inevitably lost the battle to resist as her body spasmed and her thigh muscles tightened. The heady orgasm rippled through her body and the room spun around her.

  The satisfied brave withdrew his victorious, probing tongue and watched her climax.

  His intense gaze elicited a lurid wave of fascination in Madeline. An instinctive connection sparked in her consciousness, as if his eyes willed her to free her sensual being, willing her to give in to true ecstasy.

  His warm, wet mouth latched onto her nipple, his skillful tongue circling her tender, aching nerve endings. The brave began his pointedly decadent oral journey with a slow taunting of sweeping licks and nibbles. Increasing the pace of his nipple teasing, he suckled harder and tugged gently at her rosy peak with his teeth.

  “Ohh!” she mumbled with a helpless shudder.

  When he switched his attentions to the other breast, Madeline became overwhelmed with need. Harder, I can’t feel it! As if hearing her thoughts, he nibbled harder. Unexpectedly, her body jerked and spasms shot through her leg muscles and to her amazement, she helplessly climaxed again.

  Abruptly, he removed the gag as she let out an ecstatic scream, her long orgasm rippling through her heaving body.

  Lifting her away from the wall by her hips, he shoved his hard, pulsing cock into her.

  Madeline’s gasps grew loud in the cave as she leaned her body closer to him and rubbed her breasts across his bare chest.

  He pumped into her repeatedly, with a powerful intensity while tilting her hips forward for maximum penetration.

  The absolute wave of rapturous splendor crashed over her, pulsating its way through her fevered body, and she escalated into a full orgasm. Her nipples pinched and ached for his touch, his mouth. Desperate for anything he wanted to do, she wanted to feel it all.

  He studied the needy anxious expression on her face.

  “Please!”

  At her plea, he lowered his mouth and sucked on one nipple while he pinched the other with his strong fingers.

  Harder! She screamed in her mind, and he tweaked them with a gentle twisting. Deeper, I need more of you! The feverish mental requests came unbidden to her consciousness, and he plunged into her with more force. He seemed to know instinctively what her body yearned for, and performed each wanton act, fulfilling every lustful urge she suffered at exactly the point it rose in her.

  She closed her eyes while imprisoned by the grip of the longest, most torturing orgasm of her life. Colors burst behind her closed eyes, and her body helplessly flushed hot and cold all over. With feverish greed, she tilted her hips forward to get more from the powerful pounding, thrusting back with an aggressive, rapid motion, losing control completely. Her orgasm finally slowed, and she vigorously panted from the intense ecstasy that entrapped her.

  The brave adju
sted his pace to her spiraling descent from ecstatic madness and ground into her with a slower, more soothing rhythm.

  Sweet relief washed over her as her body relaxed and she calmed. What is happening? Dizzy with satisfaction, she marveled at the splendid rapture while her lungs struggled for air.

  His body tensed, and she jumped when the heat of his cum flowed into her. An exquisite burning fire swept through her limbs like the sharp scrape at the lighting of a match, igniting her entire body as it responded to his ejaculation. She helplessly reacted with yet another orgasm. “Ahh!” A euphoric jolt of astonishment bolted through her.

  “My woman now,” he announced with a victorious tone, grasping her ass and squeezing her bare cheeks, tugging her closer to his hips.

  The squeezing enhanced her orgasm while moisture seeped from her with an encompassing gratification and she shuddered. “Yes,” she huffed breathlessly as her fifth climax peaked. “Yes!”

  A spark of rebellious resistance stubbornly remained in her mind. Madeline assured herself that despite her physical capitulation, she would never bow to any man.

  God, I could live like this for a long time. Just have him hang me here every day! She marveled at the divine contentment throbbing in her body, glorying in the rare tranquility. Her throat suffered from a closed and swollen sensation as she attempted to swallow.

  Am I crazy, sick and twisted? With magnificent sex like this, I guess I don’t really care!

  The victorious warrior looked into her satiated, glassy eyes and smiled with triumph as he withdrew from her.

  Madeline’s head dropped down, her body going limp with exhaustion as she fell unconscious.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Lightning Cave

  Madeline awoke in the penthouse cave to find Devon massaging her skin with a warm, wet cloth.

  He studied her face and released a breath. “I’m glad you’re all right.”

  “Dev?”

  “Yes, Madeline?”

  “If I marry you, will he be moving in?”

  Devon drew his head back. “He’s never shown himself in all this time.”

  She scooted forward. “How come you never showed me that cave before?”