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  Beg Me

  ISBN #978-1-906590-47-5

  ©Copyright Desiree Holt 2008

  Cover Art by Anne Cain ©Copyright 2008

  Edited by Michele Paulin

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  Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has been rated Total-e-burning.

  BEG ME

  Desiree Holt

  Dedication

  To uschicks. You know who you are and you rock.

  And of course, as always, to my own personal hero, who makes it all possible.

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

  Gulfstream G: Gulfstream Aerospace Corporation

  Rabbit: Vibratex, Inc.

  Chapter One

  Sable gazed around the room, absorbing the men and women in elegant evening clothes. Self-consciously she smoothed her hand against the fabric of her silk sapphire sheath and tucked a stray auburn curl behind one ear. She’d pulled every string she could to wrangle an invitation to this fundraiser for the top socially elite, with one objective in mind. And there he was. Alex Courtland, billionaire owner of the Auto-Tech software company.

  Writing a series for Erotic Fantasy Magazine called “Every Man’s Fantasy” she’d interviewed the sexiest men in the country. The articles were a raging success because for a change, they were told from the man’s point of view.

  From the moment she’d first met him at a media function, Sable wanted not only the interview but the man. Tall and lean, he carried an aura of power with him that was almost visible. Thick midnight black hair was worn long and tied back at the nape of his neck. Eyes like hot coals stared out from under lashes so thick most women would kill for them. His finely chiselled features could have been created by a sculptor.

  She’d come here tonight determined to get what would be her final—and most exciting interview. She’d heard all the whispers about him, how he was into bondage and S & M, how he worked to break the spirit of the women he took to his isolated Maine retreat, and how he never saw them again after that. Two words were used to describe him in the boardroom and the bedroom—ruthless and cold.

  Alex Courtland was all about control, and Sable knew about that. Control was how she’d turned lumpy, dumpy Sally Morgan into the mysterious Sable M, and how she maintained that image.

  Just looking at him made her nipples harden and liquid soak her crotch. For months now, he’d played a starring role in her darkest fantasies, and she could almost come just being near him. How could one person have such an effect on her?

  As she watched him he turned, and his eyes locked onto hers. If she’d been aroused before, it was nothing to what she felt now. She wasn’t sure she could walk without her own liquid seeping down her legs.

  Apparently she wasn’t going to have to, because here he came, crossing the room with big, powerful strides, his eyes like lasers burning holes into her.

  “Ah, the persistent Sable.” He plucked a champagne flute from a passing waiter, then let his eyes take a lazy trip over every inch of her body, all five feet of it. “Are you here tonight to stalk me?”

  She took a sip of her own champagne to calm her chattering nerves. “If you’d take my calls, I wouldn’t have to follow you around.”

  “You must have worked a great deal of magic to come here tonight.”

  “I have…connections.”

  “I’ll bet you do.”

  A quartet in the corner began to play a soft ballad, and a few couples moved onto the miniscule dance floor. Alex took both glasses and placed them on a nearby table then took her hand and tugged her towards the floor.

  “Dance with me. We can discuss your…proposition.”

  She let him pull her onto the floor and into his embrace. The spicy scent of his cologne teased at her nostrils, and the heat of his body flowed into hers. They were touching from shoulder to knee, her breasts pressed into his hard-muscled chest, his hard cock pressing into the softness of her belly.

  “So tell me, Sable M, why are you so anxious to write about my sexual exploits? Surely you have enough subjects without me.”

  “I’d like to find out what happens at your island retreat and write about that famous collection of toys I’ve heard so much about. Word has it that your goal is to break the spirit of the women you take there, to make them beg for fulfilment, and I’m curious how you do it.”

  He put his mouth close to her ear, his breath whispering against her skin. “You might find out more than you want to know.”

  His tongue traced the edge of her ear and a tiny shiver raced up her spine. “Are you trying to scare me, Mr. Courtland?

  His arm tightened around her. “If you knew the truth, little girl, you’d run screaming in the other direction.”

  Sable’s heartbeat accelerated, and a dark hunger raced through her.

  No, Alex, I wouldn’t. You’d be shocked if you knew what I want to explore with you.

  Erotic images danced through her brain. She could almost feel soft handcuffs around her wrists and the sting of a slap on her ass, and she had to stop herself from shivering. She wondered how she would handle being one of Alex’s “playmates” and who would come out the winner.

  “Maybe I’d surprise you,” she teased, wondering what the hell she was doing.

  His grin was wicked. “And maybe I’d like to find out.”

  “What are you saying?”

  “Sable, for the longest time, every woman I’ve been with has had one thing in mind—my money.” His voice had a sudden hard edge to it. “They’ll do almost anything to claim me as their prize. But none of them has your style, your spirit or your quick mind. Oh, yes, I know all about how sharp you are. Rumours follow you around, too.”

  “Do they, now?”

  The music stopped, but he didn’t release her. “Tell you what. Are you game for a bargain, Sable M?”

  “Maybe. If it will get me my interview.”

  “Oh, it will get you more than you anticipated.” His gaze held hers. “Come spend the weekend with me on my island. Experience first hand why these women beg me to fuck them. Think what a story that would make.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t think so.” Fool! Say yes!

  “Afraid?” he teased.

  “Not at all. You don’t scare me. But a whole weekend? I don’t think so.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “Twenty-four hours, then.”

  “And I get my story?”

  “Here’s the deal. If I can make you beg me to fuck you before our time is up, no story. On the other hand, if you’re as strong as I hear and make me fight for your response, I’ll let you write anything you want.” His gaze pinned her. “Just one rule.”

  “Oh?” Her brain was spinning. “And what’s that?”

  “I call the shots. Anything goes. Anything.”

  She studied his eyes, wondering what was going on in his mind. “I’m not sure…”

  “I’ll do nothing to harm you. That’s not who I am. The only pain I inflict is for pleasure. And I guarantee I’ll take you to sexual heights you’ve never reached before.” He leaned his head closer to hers, his eyes darkening. “Don’t you have fantasies of your own you’d like to explore?”

  Oh, if he only knew!

  Her pussy throbbed now.

  “Yes, I can see it in your eyes.” His thumbs stroked her collar bone. “You’re so hot right now I could make you come with little effort.”

  Sable wet her lips. “I doubt it.”

  His smile was arrogant. “That’s a challenge I can’t resist.” He grabbed her hand. “Come with me. Right now.”

  Before she could gather her wits enough to protest, he had her out of the ballroom and outside to where his limo waited. In seconds she was lying on the back seat, her dress around her waist, her legs wide apart.

  His fingers spread the lips of her cunt, and she heard the hiss of his indrawn breath. “Deliciously wet. And so ready. I knew there was fire here.”

  Her heart thundered as he slid his hands under her ass, lifted her and thrust his tongue deep inside her weeping vagina. One hand pinched and rubbed her swelling clit as he fucked her with his tongue.

  Her orgasm came with stunning speed, gripping her with its intensity, flooding his mouth. His clever tongue lapped at her until the last tremor died away and he’d sucked the last drop of fluid from her.
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br />   He sat back and pulled her up with him, his eyes burning into hers. “No whips and chains tonight, Sable, and see how easily I made you come? But that’s the last orgasm you’ll get from me without begging. Twenty-four hours is a long time to hold back.” He helped her out of the car. “Before we’re done you’ll be begging me to stick my cock in your pussy or your ass and fuck your brains out.”

  Sable drew in a breath and exhaled slowly, her mind still reeling. “We’ll see. And you should know up front, I never beg for anything.”

  “My driver will pick you up Friday morning. Eight o’clock.” He started to turn away then stopped. “Don’t to pack anything. I have whatever you’ll need at the house.”

  Then he was gone, walking into the building with that arrogant stride.

  Sable just stared after him, her breathing still ragged, the lick of sensuous desire racing through her veins. She thought of the upcoming visit and shivered, wondering exactly what she’d gotten herself into.

  * * * *

  Alex stopped in the lobby of the private club and leaned against the wall, not yet ready to rejoin the crowd. He was getting jaded, and he knew it. He’d climbed nearly every mountain he’d faced in business and had more women than he could count. Now he was sick and tired of them all, so grasping and greedy they’d let him humiliate them in countless ways if they thought that would bind him to them. He’d begun to push the sexual envelope more and more to see if just one of them had the determination to resist him. To challenge him.

  He wanted a woman who was eager for mutual pleasure. Sable might be that woman. He’d extended the challenge to her on a whim, but something about her lit a fire inside him. He’d hoped the little scene in the limo would have doused it, but instead it had only increased its intensity. Damn, if she didn’t have the sweetest cunt he’d ever tasted. Jesus! She was like fire in his arms, her liquid in his mouth like a drug. If he didn’t watch himself, he might become addicted to it.

  She intrigued him. She wasn’t beautiful in the classic sense. He considered her too short, her features were uneven and her breasts were small. But she had a vibrant personality and an exotic style all her own that turned men’s heads. Whatever it was, just dancing with her gave him a raging hard-on and stirred some long forgotten feelings deep inside him.

  Her acceptance of his challenge surprised him. He wondered how she’d react to what he had planned.

  More importantly, how would it affect him? Could he keep his cool, his distance while turning her inside out sexually?

  He pulled out his cell phone. Friday was only two days away, and he had arrangements to make.

  * * * *

  The limo pulled up in front of Sable’s condo at exactly eight on Friday morning. A uniformed driver stepped out and opened the passenger door for her. Crossing her legs as she sat back on the seat, she was conscious of her naked pussy under her dress, the result of a day at the spa in preparation for this. She’d spent two restless nights plagued by dreams of Alex Courtland and his educated tongue. If any man could make her lose control and scream, she was sure it was him, but she had no intention of giving him the satisfaction. She was already hot at the thought of finally acting out some of her fantasies, but the battle was on and she had no intention of losing.

  Before long they reached the airport section for private planes, pulling up to a Gulfstream G with Auto-Tech painted discreetly on the side. A tall blonde in white slacks and a navy pullover with the Aero-Tech logo waited at the foot of the stairs.

  “I’m Miss Fields. Welcome aboard. Our flight time is just over three hours. Please make yourself comfortable. Mr. Courtland will be meeting you when we land.”

  Sable nodded and climbed the stairs.

  I’m actually going to do this.

  The cabin looked like someone’s elegant living room, with chairs and couches in a soft grey leather and thick carpet on the floor. A gift-wrapped box rested on one of the lounge chairs, a card with her name on it tucked under the ribbon. Sable tore off the wrapping, opened the mahogany box and stared at the contents. With slightly unsteady fingers she opened the card.

  Good morning, Sable. No need to wait for your arrival to begin. I’m sure you’re familiar with these items. Please use them as soon as you’re in the air. And don’t think of refusing. Remember our agreement. I call the shots.

  It was signed with a broad A.

  She looked at the contents again—a butt plug, lube, a vibrator and a tiny remote control—and a wave of lust surged through her. Her pussy clenched in response to the mental images that flashed through her mind and her nipples tightened.

  Miss Fields had shown her the bedroom suite with its well-appointed bathroom, and as soon as they were levelled off, Sable unbuckled herself and headed for the suite with her box. The bedroom was as luxurious as the rest of the plane, with furniture and accessories that would make any decorator’s mouth water. No second class plane for Alex Courtland.

  Stepping out of her thong, she opened the box and took out the butt plug. She had one at home she used, but it was smaller than this one. She had not allowed any of the pitifully few lovers she’d had to fuck her in the ass, but she was sure Alex had it on his To-Do list.

  She spread the plug liberally with the lubricant, then squeezed some on her finger, reached behind her and rubbed it around her anus, pressing a little just inside the opening. Bending over, she used one hand to pull one of her ass cheeks aside, and the other to insert the plug. It took an effort of will not to imagine Alex’s hand pressing the plug into her rectum, and the thought made her pussy clench.

  After making sure the plug was properly seated, she picked up the vibrator, lifted one leg, and placed her foot on the bed. Her hand drifted down to her pussy, caressing the smooth, naked lips and feeling moisture already seeping out. Spreading her pussy lips she slid the vibrator into her vagina, then stepped into her thong again.

  The two instruments pressing against each other inside her gave her a full feeling, and she discovered when she walked just the pressure produced stimulation.

  Back in the cabin, Miss Fields waited with a tray holding a crystal goblet with amber liquid.

  “From Mr. Courtland’s private label from the winery he owns.”

  Sable raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t it a little early for this?”

  The blonde smiled. “He likes his guests to be relaxed.”

  I’ll just bet he does. I wonder if she works all of the trips and knows what they’re about?

  There was also another envelope bearing her name on the tray.

  By now you’ve adjusted to my little toys in your cunt and your ass, so let’s have some fun. Press the tiny red button on the remote for ten seconds every thirty minutes. Don’t try to fool me. I’ll know. Start now.

  Curious, Sable put her thumb on the button and pushed gently. The vibrator began to pulsate with a low-level hum, and she felt her cunt begin to tingle. She released the button at once. What the hell? Did he actually think she was going to do this?

  Of course he did. She’d agreed to let him call the shots. She sipped at her wine, hoping to calm her suddenly racing pulse, and pressed the red button. Only by counting to ten in her head was she able to keep from squirming in her seat.

  For the balance of the trip, every thirty minutes, she obediently pressed the remote and counted to ten. The waves from the vibrator resonated through to the butt plug, stimulating the walls of both her channels. By the time she hit the button for the final time, she was fighting for control of her body. She knew exactly what Alex would expect to find when they landed.

  Chapter Two

  At last they touched down, and she ascended the stairs as steadily as she could. A black SUV stood on the tarmac with Alex beside it. Tremors of excitement shivered along her spine at the sight of him. In grey slacks and white pullover, his dark hair pulled back with a thin leather strap, tanned skin dark against the white of his sweater, he looked like exactly what he was—a magnificent animal.