International Playboy (Masters of Paradise #9)

Prologue

Saul Stephens watched the first handprint bloom on the bare buttocks of the girl he had tied to the massive bed in his luxury hotel suite and felt pleasure unfurl in his chest.

Everything about her did it for him.

Her pale skin which marked so beautifully.

The lush roundness of her ass and her curves that went on for days.

The way her heavy tits swung with every movement, from how he had her positioned on her knees.

Her arms were outstretched and bound to the wrought iron frame, as far apart as was still comfortable… but not too comfortable, he thought with a wicked grin.

It gave him an impeccable view.

Her knees were spread. Not too wide to be uncomfortable, but enough that if he spanked her just right, it would catch her pouting pussy lips and add a little extra zing.

As eager as she’d been, he wasn’t convinced she was a true submissive, so he was treading carefully and not taking things past light bondage and a bit of sexy spanking.

The kind of things that might appear in any bedroom games.

He’d get his real fix the next time he made it to a BDSM club, but this was enough to tide him over.

He had a voracious sexual appetite, and he didn’t apologize for it.

He was in London right now. In less than twenty-hour hours, he’d be in Key West, Florida. He had no plans to sleep in this bed. He could do that in the comfort of his private Gulfstream jet during the ten-hour flight.

He knew his reputation as a billionaire playboy preceded him, and most women saw one as a handy entree to the other, hitting him up for sex in the hope of getting closer to his wallet.

He wasn’t bitter about it. It was what it was.

Pretty much anyone who had enough interest to follow his well-publicized exploits also knew it didn’t work.

Oh, he enjoyed what the ladies had to offer all right, but he was strictly one and done.

But he was philosophical too, and he also had a reputation for being generous.

So, he’d wine and dine them and treat them to a bit of a shopping spree or let them keep his casino winnings… before he fucked their brains out and sent them on their way.

The odd one might have decided there should have been more and sold their story to the paparazzi - although he was always careful to tell them exactly how it was going to be. But really, that only added to the image he liked to keep, so it didn’t bother him at all.

In reality, he prided himself on never leading any of them on. If they thought they could change him… well, that was on them. He never promised more than he was prepared to give. Ever.

And what he promised was a night of scintillating sex and some extravagant perks.

He’d already wined and dined… Shani? Sheri? Sharon? He couldn’t remember her name, but that wasn’t unusual either. He generally went with a generic ‘babe’ for every woman he met. It circumvented the risk of any hurt feelings. Saul might be a bit of a player, but he didn’t want that.

Women were to be cherished… he just liked to cherish rather a lot of them.

Usually after he’d thrashed them soundly and turned them into a begging, blubbering wreck.

He and his current playmate had hit the hotel casino after food, and he’d popped a stack of chips into her purse and asked her to look after them for him. She might not know it, but they were probably worth five or six thousand in real terms. He wouldn’t be asking for it back.

Saul treated her other buttock to the same treatment as the first; enjoyed the give of her ample curves and the blossoming pink impression his hand made on her other cheek. She squealed, and he was quick to soothe.

Rubbing the abused flesh, he crooned to her in his bedroom voice. “There’s a good girl. Just a few more for me, baby. Then I’m going to make you feel sooo good.”

She took a couple more, but he felt like she was just tolerating them for him, so he switched it up and curled himself over her back until he could palm the weight of her breasts.

Their luscious bounty overspilled his hands, but he massaged them as he pressed his pelvis against the heat he’d instilled in her ass.

God, he loved that sensation. The spanks he’d given her were light enough that it was fading fast, but he enjoyed it while it lasted, the hard length of his cock notching into the crease of her ass.

He doubted very much she’d be up for anal, which was a bit sad.

But he didn’t have the time to prepare a neophyte.

He drew his thumbs across her nipples until they stood out like hard, proud berries. She had a glorious pair of tits. It was almost a pity she wasn’t in a position where he could suckle on them. He would have liked to have buried his head in her generous globes.

Saul made do with pulling and pinching at them until she was bucking and panting beneath him. One hand wandered south, and he fluttered his fingers over the short, trimmed hair of her mons, teasing deliberately.

“Oh god, please…” she begged in between her panting breaths. She wasn’t quite as experienced as his normal pickups. He’d had the impression she was surprised when he flirted with her at the hotel bar where she’d been sitting alone, staring into her drink, looking like she’d been stood up.

He didn’t know her story; didn’t want to.

But she might be surprised to know that she was everything he adored in a woman.

She wasn’t skinny. She enjoyed her food.

She was one heck of a conversationalist once she opened up and obviously had a good brain on her.

She wasn’t groomed to within an inch of her life, so that if you looked behind the makeup, you might not even recognize the same person.

Everything about her was real, including her tits.

It would probably be a shock to the world and his dog to know that was his preference.

He took pity on her and rubbed his fingers around her hardened clit. The little noises that fell from her lips were addictive, along with the string of nonsense words and the little gasping breaths she huffed out.

If he were to hazard a guess, he’d bet few men in her life had ever paid this much attention to her pleasure.

He could feel her thighs quivering and knew she was on the brink of orgasm, but she wasn’t getting it that easily. Where would be the fun in that?

Instead, he lifted his fingers away from her clitoris and chuckled at her disappointed whimpers. “Oh… no, please. Come back!”

“Greedy girl. Don’t you know good things come to those who wait?” he murmured into her ear before grazing the lobe with his teeth.

She shuddered, and he circled her labia with two fingers until she was whimpering for an entirely different reason.

When she started to mewl and tried to hump against his hand, he withdrew completely and gave her a couple more well-placed spanks that had her crying out again.

Then he plunged his fingers into her wet, honeyed depths, curling them so they hit her sweet spot.

If she hadn’t been tied down, he thought she might have bucked off the bed at that point.

Yeah, the men in her life had been severely lacking, if her surprise was anything to go by.

He hoped after tonight she got a bit more demanding about her pleasure… now she knew the g-spot wasn’t a myth.

Grabbing a condom from the side table where he’d left a pile of them, he tore open the packet with his teeth and sheathed himself with an ease born from years of practice.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” he asked, plucking at her nipples again. She writhed and undulated, pulling against her bindings.

“Yes! Oh, yes. Please,” she choked out in near desperation, wiggling her ass against him.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, baby. Is that what you want? Do you want my cock pounding into your tight little cunt like a jackhammer?”

“Yes!” she shrieked, arching her back and pushing out her rear in a desperate offering. “Now! Please!”

If a submissive in the club had made such demands, he’d have made her wait. Maybe edged her for a while. But this little beauty was more reminiscent of a suburban housewife or a librarian. And he was going to shake her world.

He took his sheathed cock in his hand and drew it up and down her creamy slit. But that was all the warning she got. Notching his cock head, he drove into her in one smooth but forceful thrust, then set up a punishing pace as he hammered into her.

Her squeals and moans became a constant, high-pitched scream and Saul was thankful he had the penthouse suite which took up the entire top floor, so they didn’t disturb anyone, or have the staff banging on the door thinking he was killing her.

The bed rocked against the wall and Saul gripped her hips as he fucked into her with strong, deep strokes, which bottomed out each time.

He felt her start to flutter and tighten around his shaft and reached around to pinch her clit.

That was all it took.

Throwing back her head, she screamed her pleasure loud and long. Saul grabbed a handful of her hair and tilted her head to one side before sinking his teeth into that spot where her neck met her shoulder just as she was ebbing, and that seemed to set her off again.

He smoothed his hand down the sweaty length of her spine and felt his own climax take hold, but held it back for several long moments, allowing it to build, before letting out a roar of completion.

The woman’s breathing was ragged and her chest heaving when he finally pulled out. Saul made quick work of disposing of the condom and then hurried to undo her bindings.

She collapsed into a heap on the bed and Saul was pretty sure she wasn’t going to move for a good long time. And that meant it was a job well done.

Snatching a couple of bottles of water from the fridge, he sat one on the bedside table next to her and took a couple of gulps of his own before he crawled in beside her.

She curled up like a satisfied kitten in his arms and Saul smiled, enjoying the feel of her.

He woke her several more times in the night and took his pleasure all over again, showering her with more of her own. And finally, he got to enjoy the bounty of her breasts for a good long time.

He snoozed a little in between, but by the time dawn broke he was awake, and she was dead to the world in the sleep of the exhausted.

Saul got up and showered. Then he phoned room service and instructed them to let her stay as long as she liked, and ordered her a breakfast of toast, scrambled eggs, bacon, and orange juice to be delivered at eleven am.

Grabbing his luggage, he checked around the room to see if he’d forgotten anything, and still she slept, snoring ever so quietly.

Plucking a single white rose from the huge arrangement in the lounge, he dried the stem and made sure there were no thorns before he placed it gently on the pillow he’d just vacated.

He watched her sleep for a few moments, then leaned in, kissed her forehead, and silently wished her a good life.

Then he walked out of the suite without another thought or so much as a backwards glance.