Page 44 of The Billionaire's Fascination

I spotted Laurence lifting a blue case out of the trunk of the car.

It’s the same one he used when he sensually disciplined me in Paris. My nipples hurt for the rest of the night. Of course, I could have said my safe word….

I chewed on my lip.Or maybe I could plead my case?

“I think I’ve learned my lesson.”

Paul gave me a wicked grin. “Oh, you do, Ms. Sokol? Even after what you did in the car? You’ll benefit from my discipline. You’re getting what you want. Don’t I deserve the same?”

He had a point. If I wanted more, I’d have to give him more of what he wanted from me. His punishments involved strengthening the dynamic he wanted with me. He was the Dominant and I, his submissive. They also mostly involved multiple orgasms, so I wasn’t completely turned off by the idea. “What are you going to do?”

“Whatever I want.” He kissed my frown and took my hand to walk into the building. “You have a safe word to stop me.”

I could stop him, but my curiosity and sexual appetite were too keen on finding out what he’d do.

The mirrored sculpture in front of the Hudson reflected a red mark on my neck.He marked my skin. A thrill went through me at seeing it.I’ll look at it more later. Or in a photo online, I’m sure. Even though Paul said we weren’t together publicly, we were still the press’s favorite sexed-up pair to fill their social media gossip amusement.

Then I remembered the Thunder Media reporter who approached me at the hospital and told Paul, including his mention of Justus Black.

“Thunder Media was in Wisconsin? Why didn’t you tell me?” he tensed and tightened his jaw.

I shrugged. “I didn’t tell him anything.”

He placed his arm around my shoulder. “It’s okay. I’ll take care of it. But this is what I warned you about. The press will continue to come after you. You’ll need to get ahead of it by learning more about your past. We’ll talk about it more later.”

Paul greeted the doorman, and the three of us rode the elevator to the penthouse. Once again, I was shocked that I lived in such luxurious surroundings. The sunlight poured into the enormous windows, bathing the remarkable views of Manhattan, all the way down the Hudson River, in warm light.

“Go strip and wait in the shower while I set up the bedroom for your discipline.”

Annoyance settled on me. I wanted to see what Paul was planning. Still, I caught the delight on his face before he left for the main bedroom, and my heart warmed at his happiness. I cared about him and his feelings. Without doubt, I turned down money I needed just to stay with him, with no promises.I can’t let him go.

Hanging my dress on a hook in the bathroom, I removed my heels and then padded into the walk-in shower to wait for Paul. He had a voyeur streak and enjoyed watching me whenever I was naked. And apparently, I had a bit of an exhibitionist in me I hadn’t been aware of until him. Having all his attention on me turned me on.

My heartbeat picked up when he walked in. He’d stripped down to boxers—his erection visibly tenting the front—and gave me a drooling view of his tan, muscular body. Paul didn’t care if I saw him hard; instead, he boldly moved the chair to face me in the shower. “Give me a show, Nadia.”

Looks like I have Playful Paul.He turned on some dance music, and I went with it. After turning the water on and soaping my hands, I danced seductively by running my hands down my breasts. I shook my hips and bent over while slowly sliding my hands up my legs.

“You’re so enticing and beautiful. I want to join you.”

I curled my finger toward him and laughed, then rinsed off.

He removed his boxers and walked in the shower. I wrapped my arms around him from behind and kissed his back.I missed you.

He let me hold onto him as he washed. I stepped back to let him finish up and couldn’t help but admire his butt. The man was so sexy.

I squeezed his firm cheeks and let out a playful moan. “You’ve got a great ass.”

“Yes, I do,” he mused, and I chuckled.

He turned around and hugged my waist, then kissed me again. “Bend over.”

I bent at the waist, and he pressed his thumb around the rim of my buttocks. “How do you feel about anal?”

“I don’t know. Does it feel good?”

“While I haven’t exactly experienced it myself, I’ve done it, and it can be pleasurable.”

I scrunched my face. “But you’re so big.”