The Billionaire's Son 7 : Equinox (A BDSM Erotic Romance) (Billionaire Erotica) Read online

  The Billionaire's Son 7 : Equinox

  By Arabella Quinn

  The Billionaire's Son 7 : Equinox

  Copyright © 2012 by Arabella Quinn

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  The Billionaire's Son 7: Equinox

  The night of Derek's Initiation couldn't have been any stranger. I had snuck into The Club full of excited anticipation. Earlier, I had overheard Ethan telling Derek that he wouldn't be initiated without me present. Even though Derek was adamant that he didn't want me involved, I convinced myself that he would lose everything if I didn't help.

  But I knew on some level that it was just a flimsy excuse. From the brief glimpses of the activities I had seen on earlier occasions, I realized that I would witness erotic acts of explicit sexuality all around me. That awareness fueled secret fantasies that I could never fully repress or deny to myself. I imagined myself, as Derek's slave, being required to perform sexual service for him in front of club members. The scenarios I conjured up left my pussy aching with desire. I wasn't sure where this sudden hedonistic nature had come from, but once I had been exposed to these kinky activities, I craved more.

  Unfortunately, reality did not match up with my fantasies. Watching Derek participating in sexual activities with countless willing females only caused me pain, jealously, and anger. And the small part that I played in the strange ritualistic ceremony left me cold and unfulfilled. The night had not been going as I had so naively wished. Before I had any command of my plummeting emotional state, I found myself on the brink of become a willing victim of Ethan's perversity.

  Just in time, Derek pulled me from the precipice of my own stupidity. What I had known deep down, all along, was that it was only ever about Derek. He stirred a passion in me so unfathomable that it was frightening. The Club's atmosphere certainly titillated me, but the only man that interested me was Derek.

  As we lay sated in each other's arms, in full view of any club member who cared to notice, he surprised me once again by acting so different. He seemed so innocent and child-like when I had just seen him acting anything but minutes before.

  I had expected anger when he realized I had gone against his wishes and snuck into his Initiation. In fact, he had caught me submitting to Ethan's demands and yet he acted elated just to be near me. The sex we had was phenomenal as usual, heightened by the fact that I knew we were out in the open where anyone could see. But something in my heart stirred as we snuggled close. Could this be more than just sex for Derek?

  I quickly tamped down my crazy thoughts - it was way too dangerous. I had already reluctantly acknowledged to myself that I was in love with him. Allowing myself to indulge in the impossible notion for even a moment that he had deeper feelings for me was too hazardous for my vulnerable and fragile heart. Derek was a player. He wasn't looking for commitment. Don't let your heart get played, Julia!

  We lay side by side on the small settee, our limbs entwined. Derek's hand rested on my breast, his thumb deliciously stroking my nipple every so often. The euphoric daze of our lovemaking was beginning to wear off. Derek's eyes were closed, a slight smile resting on his lips.

  Sounds of the actions taking place around us began to filter through my hazy awareness. Grunting, sighing, moaning, and lusty cries filled the air. Curious, I surreptitiously glanced around the room. No one had been paying us any attention, because everyone else was universally engaged in their own activities. Paired off couples, threesomes, and even larger groups were engaged in a variety of sexual acts. I felt a tingle of arousal as I watched a woman writhing on the floor being alternately possessed by two masked men. Slightly to their left, a nude woman was stretched across an upright wooden structure, her legs spread wide and secured to the apparatus, her wrists shackled to the board above her head.

  I shivered slightly, my pussy clenched with anticipation, as I wondered what the man slowly circling her was about to do. Derek's soft chuckle had my face flaming with embarrassment.

  "Whoa, Princess. You're ready for more? Already?" Derek smiled teasingly at me.

  The erotic sights around me did have my pussy aching for more - as long as it was from Derek. I felt as if I could never get enough of him. "I was just, uh…"

  Derek's mouth was tantalizingly close to my breast. His fingers stroked and tweaked my nipple, sending sweet jolts of desire straight to my core. "I know you like to watch. I still remember seeing your head peeking out the window in the cabana. I loved knowing you were watching me. And I loved catching you at it even more. Too bad you ran away before I could really punish you."

  My mouth dropped open. The humiliation of that day had already burned me before, but I was way past that now. There was no reason to try to hide it from Derek - that I craved his body or that I had discovered a kinky side to myself. Actually, he seemed to be quite turned on by it. But, I suspected that he would run in the opposite direction if he knew I was in love with him. As long as I hid my true heart from him, I could revel in our time together. I would deal with the inevitable heartbreak later.

  I smiled coyly. "Yes, you never punished me properly. You're always talking a big game, but-"

  I inhaled a sharp breath as Derek clamped his teeth gently around my nipple and pulled it. A warm moisture instantly flooded between my legs. My head lolled back as his teeth released my nipple and I felt his lips and tongue laving it with attention. A renewed surge of desire washed over me as Derek sucked my breast into his mouth.

  My hands were running urgently across his smooth body when I felt him tense. To my dismay, Derek stopped his glorious torture.

  He whispered, "Ethan is watching. I don't want to share you with him. We're pressing our luck hanging around here - we really need to get out of here before people start to join our fun or before someone recognizes either one of us."

  My heart sank, but I knew he was right. I quickly checked to see that no one could hear me. Quietly, I responded, "How are we going to get out of here?"

  Derek snuggled closer to my ear. "As soon as Ethan isn't watching, we'll make our move. Wait… a woman is approaching Ethan. Uh, he's pretty distracted right now. Let me sit up and check if anyone's watching."

  I shifted off Derek's body so that he could move. He sat up and looked around.

  Leaning down, he whispered, "We're clear. Let's go. Everyone is too busy right now to notice."

  Derek stood and helped me to my feet. I felt my body flush with heat when I saw his eyes sweep over my body encased in the rope harness. Derek grabbed my hand and started leading me silently toward the french doors at the back of the room that led directly outdoors.

  On our way through the ballroom, Derek picked up first one discarded robe and then another. We slipped out the door without anyone noticing, and then quickly put on the robes in the brisk night air.

  "C'mon. Follow me."

  I felt an eerie sense of déjà vu as Derek silently whisked me away from the manor house. We left the formal gardens and circled around the formidable house. I wondered briefly if Derek's private investigator, Scott, would be w
aiting for us like last time, but when we got to the car, Derek reached behind the front tire and extracted a key. I suppressed a laugh at the triumphant look on his face.

  Derek handed me the key. "I think you better drive."

  I finally breathed a sigh of relief after I weaved through the parked cars, drove down the long drive and departed through the manor gates that automatically swung open. Once out on the open road, I felt a tugging on my robe. Startled, I looked over at Derek.

  Grinning mischievously, he said, "Now that we're alone, you seem to be way overdressed…"

  My stomach fluttered as I felt Derek's hand slipping under my robe and sliding up my thigh. I concentrated on keeping the car on the road, as my heart beat wildly with expectation.

  My growing eagerness was interrupted by the shrill sound of a ringing phone. Derek sat up and fumbled for the cellphone that was tucked into a compartment between the seats.

  Derek answered the phone. "Jesus, Scott. You have shitty timing."

  Laughing at Derek's comment, I listened intently to the one-sided conversation.

  "No, I didn't see you following. I'm not driving." Derek leaned back in his seat.

  Checking the rear-view mirror, I spotted the headlights trailing behind. I hadn't been paying attention to anything with Derek's hand creeping up my thigh.

  I heard Scott's voice slightly through the phone, but couldn't make out the words. Derek replied to him, "Julia - it's a long story."

  Silence followed while Scott spoke again.

  Derek cursed. "Damn. They drugged me with something, so I don't really have a clear head. Hold on, I'll find out."

  My eyes widened with shock. Derek was drugged? No wonder he was acting so strange.

  Derek turned to me and asked, "Julia, is your car at the manor? And, did you leave anything personal at the house, like a purse or anything that could I.D. you?"

  My car! "Oh no! I left my car there. And my wallet is inside my glove compartment. We have to go back!"

  Derek shook his head. "No. Scott will get it. You didn't leave anything inside the house, did you?"

  I thought for a moment. "Just my clothes in the little room. But they're pretty generic. I don't need them."

  Derek handed me the phone. "Okay, good. Give your car make and model to Scott and your license plate number if you know it."

  I gave the information to Scott and handed the phone back to Derek. Derek spoke, "Scott, there's nothing at the manor except the car. Could you pick it up now and return it to Julia's house? She'll be spending the night with me."

  My toes curled with delight at Derek's declaration. I felt I should challenge his assumption, but I wanted to be with Derek more than anything.

  I listened as Derek answered Scott. "Yeah. I am officially initiated into The Club. Frankly, it was a bunch of ritual mumbo-jumbo and oaths. I barely remember any of it; I was completely out of it. The Equinox party is during the next solstice - whenever the hell that is. I might have to smooth some ruffled feathers before then to get in. We'll talk later when my mind is clearer."

  Scott spoke some more before the men hung up.

  Derek leaned against the headrest and closed his eyes. "Scott is heading back to get your car. He's satisfied that no one is following us. Just let me know if you see someone behind us. Do you remember how to get to my house?"

  "Yeah, I remember. Derek, what kind of drugs did they give you?" I thought he might have been tipsy at The Club, but drugs had never entered my mind.

  Derek looked sleepy. "According to Ethan, it was Ecstasy. It may have been mixed with something else though. It tends to loosen your inhibitions, if you hadn't noticed. I think I'm starting to come down now."

  I wasn't sure it was the appropriate time to mention that I had seen him having sex with multiple women. But the drug definitely explained some of his odd behavior earlier.

  I drove while Derek nodded off. When we reached his townhouse, I gently shook him awake.

  Derek slowly opened his eyes. "I wasn't sleeping. Just resting."

  Derek punched in the security code as we entered his townhouse. He looked just as ridiculous as I felt in the cape. "I hope your neighbors didn't see us coming in with these weird capes."

  Laughing, Derek pulled me into his arms. "Yeah, that would be kind of awkward."

  I looked around his home, suddenly shy. Maybe now that the drugs were wearing off, he'd regret bringing me here tonight. "I should probably let you get some sleep. I can make my way home if you don't mind if I borrowed your car."

  "No way I'm letting you go. I still want to know what you were doing at The Club, but not until after we cuddle first." Derek scooped me up off my feet and headed to the bedroom as I giggled at his words. The drugs must still be affecting him.

  Derek unfastened my robe after he lowered me onto the bed. I lay back as he discarded his own robe. As I admired his finely sculpted physique, I felt a throb of need deep in my core. Although 'cuddling' with Derek sounded like heaven, I knew that my body was begging for more. As Derek pressed his body next to my own, I held back a nearly overwhelming instinct to grind my pussy into his leg.

  Much to my relief, we didn't cuddle for long. Derek's hands went from lightly caressing to wandering my body within minutes. I lay still as Derek's fingers lit a trail of desire all over my body. When his hand slipped between my thighs and his fingers worked their magic all over my slippery sex, I groaned in sweet agony.

  I parted my legs, encouraging the delicious torture. His fingers circled my engorged clit, dipped through my folds and teased my moist opening mercilessly. White-hot pleasure coiled up inside my belly until I thought I would explode. A strangled gasp slipped from my lips as his fingers finally plunged into my waiting pussy. His repeated thrusts caused jolts of pleasure to course through my body as the intensity built to unbearable heights.

  My body was so close to shattering with release, but I wanted so much more than fingering from Derek. I wiggled out of his grasp and sat up before I climaxed much too soon. Derek reached up to pull me back down, but I was much quicker.

  I grabbed his wrists and pinned his arms over his head. He reclined against the thick pillow, eyes glazed with passion, as he allowed me to restrain him.

  He smiled lazily at me. "Uh, oh. I think I'm in trouble."

  I looked at his luscious lips and wanted to devour him. I leaned down and pressed my lips to his. My tongue slipped between his lips and explored for only seconds before Derek returned the kiss with a passion so intense that I felt I could drown in the heady sensation.

  I broke our fiery kiss before I lost control of the situation; I was in charge and I had other plans for his wicked tongue. My discarded robe was lying crumpled on the bed. I had to release Derek's hands as I grabbed for the robe. While I removed the robe's sash, Derek began fondling my breasts.

  Derek grinned when he finally realized what I was doing. I had laced the sash through the headboard and reached for his arms. I laughed as he meekly offered up his wrists to me. Quickly, I securely tied his hands over his head.

  Now, I could have my way with him.

  I slid down the bed, positioned myself between his legs, and stared at his magnificent body. Derek watched me with eyes half-lidded with lust. My fingers raked slowly up his strong thighs towards his straining cock. I didn't torture him long before my mouth was pressing around his thick shaft.

  I did everything I could to bring him over the edge. My lips and tongue laved the head of his cock with special attention as I took as much of him into my mouth as I could. I fondled his balls and worked my fingers even further back as I concentrated on sucking his cock firmly and sliding it in and out of my lips. Derek's growls of approval grew louder as his hips pushed his cock deeper into my mouth.

  My pussy was throbbing with a desperate need.

  When I pulled off Derek's cock, he groaned in agony. "Oh my God, Princess. Don't -"

  I didn't give him time to finish. I flipped my body around, straddled his face and positio
ned my pussy directly on his mouth. "No more talking."

  I felt Derek's muffled groan vibrate in my pussy right before his tongue slid straight into my juicy center. My mouth quickly resumed greedily slurping his hard cock as Derek's mouth consumed me whole. My hips ground hard into his face when his lips wrapped around my sensitive nub and suckled. Sweet spasms of electric pleasure rocked through my body with his every thrust of tongue or nip of teeth.

  Derek's cock was pounding my throat with more force as he matched my rhythm. When Derek's thrusting slowed and his body began to tense, I redoubled my efforts. Soon I tasted his salty creaminess as he exploded inside my mouth. I milked his shaft as it unloaded spurt after spurt. I gulped it down even as I felt my own imminent orgasm.

  Derek was still eating my pussy with abandon. I felt a release of massive proportions building up to a breathtaking crescendo. I cried out as my muscles began wildly contracting as a flow of molten liquid released from my very core. Derek's tongue teased my shuddering pussy as he lapped up my creamy juices.

  I sat up, still pressed against Derek's face as I dazedly recovered from the results of my unrestrained passions. I had never felt so sexually alive in my life. As the intensity of my orgasm finally started to wear off long moments later, I began to feel slightly embarrassed by my wanton performance.

  I climbed off Derek's face and grimaced as I spied his restrained arms. Quickly, I released his hands from the knots.

  Derek drew me into his arms. "That was quite a cuddle session."

  I nestled my head into his shoulder. "You have an incredible amount of stamina. I guess I just couldn't resist."

  My heart stirred with emotion, as I lay pressed tightly against his body. I felt almost delirious with happiness. There could be no one else for me.

  Derek gazed deep into my eyes. "You're way too irresistible. I really just wanted to cuddle, but the things you do to me, Julia. You make me crazy. And the sex is just indescribable. I don't think you're going to be able to get rid of me. You're stuck with me."