Bred for the Billionaire’s Heir (An Erotic tale of BDSM, Alpha Male Dominance and Female Submission) Read Free Page B

everything that she had heard. She didn't understand it. It was if her entire life had been turned upside down and she could no longer get her bearing. Her father always seemed like such a caring father, how could he do this to her. Jassar had convinced her that she really didn't have anything to fear from him, but how could her father know that.
    “I don't understand how my father could do this to me.”
    “Perhaps he knows what you know deep inside.”
    Jasmine looked at her host taken back that he would presume to know what she 'knew deep inside'. “And what's that?” she challenged.
    “That you are moderately attractive, but not beautiful; that you are above average intellectually, but not particularly smart. Perhaps he knows that with nothing special about you, you were destined to live a pedestrian life. But in my hands I could mold you. I could turn you into the envy of women everywhere. Perhaps he knows that in my strong hands your life would exceed even your wildest expectations.”
    Jasmine watched as Jassar casually grabbed his cup of coffee and took a sip. He had torn a hole in her with his observation. It was true. In her heart she knew that there was nothing special about her. She was always surrounded by prettier, smarter people and she knew it. This could explain her father's actions as well. From childhood he had called her his princess and had showered her with praise, but Jasmine always suspected that buried inside of him, he saw her as she saw herself.
    In the light of Jassar's explanation, her father's deal didn't seem so bad. Perhaps her father saw this as an opportunity, she considered. This was her opportunity to convince Jassar that she was special; perhaps even special enough to marry. This union would certainly be her father's dream. But because her father dreamed it, didn't make it hers. Jasmine took another bite of the delectable scone and looked out toward the sea.
    “Do you expect me to just give myself to you?” Jasmine asked with building contempt.
    “What I expect is for you to beg me to take you.”
    Jasmine whipped her head around to find Jassar's coy smile. His smug arrogance infuriated her. 'How dare he?' she thought as she crossed her legs to hide her swelling lips. 'He will never have me,' she decided. 'I will never fall for him again.'
    It was then that Jassar got up and without acknowledging her further, walked away. Jasmine was doubly insulted. 'If he is going to say such things, the least he could do would be to treat me with common courtesy.'
    Jasmine kept her eyes locked on him as he left. He didn't look back. 'He really does expect me to beg him for something,' she thought regretting ever following him onto his yacht.
    It was at that moment that Jasmine gave her first thought to the night before; at least she presumed that it was the night before. She couldn't be sure how long she was asleep.
    The night they had been together was unlike any she had ever experienced. Feeling the warm mounds between her legs begin to throb she looked behind her to see who was there. There was no one. So with her back to the entrance she opened her legs and let the cool ocean breeze tickle her moist bud. The sensation threw her head back and sent her eyes rolling back into her head.
    Looking out in front of her she found a few people but all of them were closer to the shore. So subtly sliding her hand down between her legs she closed her eyes and imagined Jassar's thick fingers rubbing her as she rubbed herself. Moisture covered her fingertip.
    Jasmine swallowed as her massage increased. What she was doing would be more obvious now and she knew it, but she couldn't stop herself. His touch had been too sensual. Just the thought of it had brought on a storm. And as the lightening crackled and the thunder rumbled between her legs, she was interrupted by a voice.
    “Ms Cameron, would you like me to show you to your room?”
    Jasmine quickly pulled her hand back above her skirt.
    “What?” She