Bred for the Billionaire’s Heir (An Erotic tale of BDSM, Alpha Male Dominance and Female Submission) by Alex Anders Page B
Authors: Alex Anders
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didn't care who saw them. Yes, they had both just come out of the women's bathroom together, but she was in a country that she would never visit again. For this reason, and for the first time, she didn't care what anyone who saw her thought. This was what the gray eyed stranger did to her and she liked it.
When the man led her out past the tables, she thought about the drink she didn't yet pay for and didn't care. One step behind him, he led her onto the thick wooden planks of the dock where he snaked through the maze of extravagant wealth and privilege.
What had drawn her to the bar three nights ago had been the yachts. She had never seen boats so large before. There were 50 foot sail boats and 70 foot cruisers which were all beyond her imagination, but the ship that had really blown her away was the one that the stranger seemed on an unwavering path towards.
Stepping onto the sloped ramp, they were there. It was the 150 foot personal cruise ship that floated as a backdrop to all of the other boats. It was the ship that had to have cost more than all of the homes on her middle class suburban street put together. It was the most extravagant yacht she had ever seen and she was about to board it.
Stepping onto the deck, Jasmine looked around. It was spotless. Even in the moonlight she could see that the deck chairs were made of a glossy, expensive looking wood, and the towels that lay folded next to them were precisely placed. Looking up there were two flights above her and she could only guess how many levels below.
'This can't all be his,' Jasmine considered. 'He can't be more than 35. How could anyone so young and gorgeous also be so wealthy?'
For the first time the stranger stopped and looked back at her. Jasmine became still feeling what felt like the stranger undress her with his eyes. She liked it and wanted more. She wanted him to take her in his arms and shred her clothes in his teeth. Thoughts went through her mind that she hadn't even considered before. She wanted to feel the sultry rhythm of his heart beat. She wanted to submit to him in every way.
Like a snake at full strike, the man reached across the space gripping onto Jasmine's neck. She jumped at his suddenness. And barely able to regain her footing, she found her body against his with her sheer sundress quickly sliding over her head.
'I'm naked,' she thought through breathless kisses that made her head spin. 'Who can see me?' She wondered. 'Who's watching?'
With her dress tossed aside, her breasts brushed against the smooth silk of the stranger's shirt. It felt wonderful, but what felt even better were the dips and curves of what had to be a magnificent body hidden below. She wanted more of him. She had dreamed of her first moment of unadulterated lust being a one-upmanship of individual revelation. First hers, she thought, then the lucky man's; then her again followed with his until they were both completely naked.
“You,” she whispered hoping that he both heard and understood.
He seemed to because the next thing removed was his shirt. And before it was even on the ground her hands spanned his rippling back like a cat attacking. She wanted him and now she didn't care who saw or what she had to do to get him.
With his shirt off he immediately pushed Jasmine away. She couldn't stop herself, but as soon as she reached her furthest distance from him, she immediately came back. Running into his hand she grabbed onto his hair and pulled in chunks as he fell to his knees, took a firm hold of her panties and ripped them apart. Falling, they never touched her skin. Laying as one flat sheet on the deck, they could never be worn again. She couldn't care less though because this was what she had dreamed of. And naked in the moisture of the ocean air, this was what she got.
Still down on his knees the mysterious man didn't get up. Instead he made Jasmine's heart skip a beat with a weird, wild sensation. The mysterious man pushed his rough, slick tongue
When the man led her out past the tables, she thought about the drink she didn't yet pay for and didn't care. One step behind him, he led her onto the thick wooden planks of the dock where he snaked through the maze of extravagant wealth and privilege.
What had drawn her to the bar three nights ago had been the yachts. She had never seen boats so large before. There were 50 foot sail boats and 70 foot cruisers which were all beyond her imagination, but the ship that had really blown her away was the one that the stranger seemed on an unwavering path towards.
Stepping onto the sloped ramp, they were there. It was the 150 foot personal cruise ship that floated as a backdrop to all of the other boats. It was the ship that had to have cost more than all of the homes on her middle class suburban street put together. It was the most extravagant yacht she had ever seen and she was about to board it.
Stepping onto the deck, Jasmine looked around. It was spotless. Even in the moonlight she could see that the deck chairs were made of a glossy, expensive looking wood, and the towels that lay folded next to them were precisely placed. Looking up there were two flights above her and she could only guess how many levels below.
'This can't all be his,' Jasmine considered. 'He can't be more than 35. How could anyone so young and gorgeous also be so wealthy?'
For the first time the stranger stopped and looked back at her. Jasmine became still feeling what felt like the stranger undress her with his eyes. She liked it and wanted more. She wanted him to take her in his arms and shred her clothes in his teeth. Thoughts went through her mind that she hadn't even considered before. She wanted to feel the sultry rhythm of his heart beat. She wanted to submit to him in every way.
Like a snake at full strike, the man reached across the space gripping onto Jasmine's neck. She jumped at his suddenness. And barely able to regain her footing, she found her body against his with her sheer sundress quickly sliding over her head.
'I'm naked,' she thought through breathless kisses that made her head spin. 'Who can see me?' She wondered. 'Who's watching?'
With her dress tossed aside, her breasts brushed against the smooth silk of the stranger's shirt. It felt wonderful, but what felt even better were the dips and curves of what had to be a magnificent body hidden below. She wanted more of him. She had dreamed of her first moment of unadulterated lust being a one-upmanship of individual revelation. First hers, she thought, then the lucky man's; then her again followed with his until they were both completely naked.
“You,” she whispered hoping that he both heard and understood.
He seemed to because the next thing removed was his shirt. And before it was even on the ground her hands spanned his rippling back like a cat attacking. She wanted him and now she didn't care who saw or what she had to do to get him.
With his shirt off he immediately pushed Jasmine away. She couldn't stop herself, but as soon as she reached her furthest distance from him, she immediately came back. Running into his hand she grabbed onto his hair and pulled in chunks as he fell to his knees, took a firm hold of her panties and ripped them apart. Falling, they never touched her skin. Laying as one flat sheet on the deck, they could never be worn again. She couldn't care less though because this was what she had dreamed of. And naked in the moisture of the ocean air, this was what she got.
Still down on his knees the mysterious man didn't get up. Instead he made Jasmine's heart skip a beat with a weird, wild sensation. The mysterious man pushed his rough, slick tongue
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