Bound by His Command: A Dark Billionaire Romance

  Bound by His Command

  Piper Stone

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Afterword

  Books of the Club Darkness Series

  Books of the Montana Bad Boys Series

  Books of the Dangerous Business Series

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  Books of the Mafia Masters Series

  More Stormy Night Books by Piper Stone

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  Stone, Piper

  Bound by His Command

  Cover Design by Korey Mae Johnson

  Image by 123RF/Lightfield Studios

  This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults.

  Chapter 1

  Christopher

  Murder.

  There’d been a horrific slaughter in the bowels of the city, a man I barely knew yet one who held extreme power within the hallowed walls of Congress.

  He was also a member of Club Darkness.

  A place where the wealthiest and most influential men in the city came to foster indecent and undermining schemes, taking power from their enemies.

  And I was one of three in charge of keeping them in their place.

  Darkness.

  The absence of light, shadows forming across the buildings had always been the time of day I appreciated the most. I didn’t give a shit about sunlight, the invigorating rays so many people seemed to enjoy. For me, the darkness was enlightening, creating a wave of energy and drive deep within my psyche.

  Just like violence.

  I’d always been prone to brutal methods in dealing with people, humanity not something I gave much credence to. While there were days I longed for relief from my indecent and irrevocable desires, today was not one of them.

  I was a merciless man capable of killing when necessary, something my brothers refused to acknowledge. As the most ruthless of the three, I harbored demons who dwelled deep within, savoring my path to success. Did that make me a ruthless predator? Of that I had no doubt.

  But I also had no regrets.

  A smile crossed my face as I shifted gears, pressing down on the accelerator of my Corvette as I rolled past several slower vehicles, savoring the power the expensive car allowed me to feel. I twisted my hand on the steering wheel, shifting lanes once again. My two brothers had accused me of having a death wish, barely able to embrace the importance of life, but I knew otherwise. I was a danger junkie, thriving on the power that my position afforded me, refusing to kowtow to anyone.

  Man or woman.

  Chuckling, I roared into the parking lot of Club Darkness, pulling into my usual spot, one of three reserved for the illustrious owners of the club. My brothers took their positions more seriously than I ever had, although during the last few months, all three of us had come to the conclusion that there were forces attempting to end our reign over the District of Columbia’s affluent and powerful society.

  After all, we were the kings of information, able to use what we’d gathered to destroy those who deemed themselves more important. And in truth? I relished the concept. There were those who called me evil, a man with no soul.

  And they were right.

  I got out of the car, adjusting the collar on my coat, loathing the frigid air. There was nothing more I hated than DC in the winter. I always walked in through the front entrance, gathering a sense of what the night would entail. As I headed around the corner of the building, the skirmish unfolding pissed me off. I took long strides in the direction of the brawl, noticing the two bouncers from the club out of the corner of my eye.

  For once, they actually had their hands full, fighting what appeared to be a group of six assholes, all of them refusing to back down. Within seconds, I homed in on the obvious leader, his laughable attempts at throwing punches igniting the rest of his group.

  Moving quickly, I wrapped my hand around the prick’s collar, yanking him back and slamming his body against the side of the building. The force I used stole his breath, a slight gag erupting from his pursed mouth. I resisted reaching for the weapon I always carried, preferring to enjoy subduing him with my bare hands. I grabbed him around the neck, digging my fingers in as I lowered my head.

  “What seems to be the problem?” I hissed, although I couldn’t give a shit.

  The pressure of my hand was obviously too much for the sack of shit, his wheezing sounds and the way he clawed at my hand only fueling the fire burning deep within. My sudden appearance had caused a momentary cease in the melee, his group of followers stunned by my harsh actions. The limited lighting at the entrance allowed me to see the horror in the asshole’s eyes, his entire body shaking from my rage.

  “The fuckers tried to force their way in,” one of the bouncers said from behind me. Bruno was not the kind of man to allow any wayward creatures into the club.

  “They’re not members?” I asked casually, increasing the pressure of my fingers.

  “Hell, no,” the second bouncer snarled, growling as the other five young men continued to challenge, inching closer once again.

  “Then you should have brought out your retired bat, Bruno. I know how much you enjoy using the stiff hunk of wood,” I suggested as I sized up the little motherfuckers.

  He snorted, a grin crossing his face as he folded his arms. “It’s just inside the front door, boss. Maybe I’ll get it. Needs some polishing. Fresh blood will do the trick.”

  “It’s a fucking nightclub,” one of the intruders dared to say, gaping at my bouncer with wide open eyes. The threat of the bat always got to the assholes who seemed hell bent on ignoring the rules.

  “We got money to spend,” another challenged. “Lots of money.”

  I tilted my head in his direction, glancing up and down, another snarl erupting from my throat. While their jeans and expensive leather jackets might impress the ladies, their attire did nothing but piss me off even more. “You mean Daddy’s money,” I stated, growing bored of the tedium.

  “Fuck you,” the obvious leader dared to snap at me, his labored words defiant.

  “Not only do we have a dress code, which you and your boys fail, there is no admittance without a membership. Now, unless you’re willing to pay a twenty-thousand-dollar entrance fee tonight for each of you, I suggest you take your bullshit hunger somewhere else. If not, I’ll have no problem snapping my wrist, the slender bones in your buddy’s neck shattering. Do I make myself clear?” I slammed the leader against the building again for emphasis, managing to lift the jerk a solid two inches off the ground. I heard Bruno fighting a laugh even as the second bouncer shifted between the group of jerks. When he released an intense roar, the five of them scampered back several feet.

  “Fuck this,” one of the interlopers said
under his breath. “We don’t need this shit.”

  “Good choice,” I barked, keeping my hold as the others backed all the way to their vehicles. Only then did I release my hold, smiling as the moron seemed forced to hunker over, gasping for air. When I spoke, I kept my voice low and husky so only the illustrious fallen leader could hear me. “Don’t you dare attempt to enter my club again. If you do, I won’t be as lenient. In fact, you’ll leave here in an ambulance but only if I’m in a good mood. Do. You. Understand?”

  I waited as the asshole continued coughing, jerking away from me before snapping his head in my direction.

  “You… fucked with… the wrong,” he hissed, coughing again several times, “man, fucker. I will… take you… down.”

  Threats.

  How many of them had I heard in my life? How many more would occur given my status and the knowledge my brothers and I held a significant portion of power in the city limits and beyond? As if I gave a shit.

  “Do what you need to do, kid. Just know I enjoy exacting revenge on assholes who refuse to follow the rules.” I said the words casually as I glared at him, although I wanted nothing more than to act on the wrath that I knew the jerk needed.

  He smiled, his pearly whites highlighted in the LED lighting. As he lifted his arm, pointing a single finger in my direction, I simply curled my lip. It had been a long time since a bunch of college kids had attempted to gain entrance. Doing so violently spoke of their… heritage. I snickered at the thought.

  I turned to watch as all six of the cowards moved toward their vehicles, shaking my head as dollar signs floated in my mind. All six of them likely had important families, those able to afford eighty-thousand-dollar vehicles. The screech of tires seconds later forced another growl from my throat.

  “Sorry about that, boss,” Bruno said half under his breath. “They refused to take no for an answer.”

  I ran my fingers through my hair before glaring at him. “Next time use additional force. Bat. No bat. Whatever warms up your testicles.” As I walked past Bruno and the other bouncer, I shifted my attention one last time as the assholes gunned their engines, yelling obscenities out their windows.

  Fuck them.

  I threw open the door to the club, the booming music immediately assaulting my senses, the shimmering light coming from the stage annoying me more than usual. Perhaps I simply wasn’t in the damn mood to coddle wealthy men with penchants for tasting the dark side of kink. I stormed into the club, moving immediately toward the closest bar. I didn’t have to ask for my drink of choice. Every bartender knew what I required.

  Bourbon. Neat. Johnnie Walker King George V to be exact. There were always at least two bottles of the expensive liquor kept at all times, my tastes bordering on the extreme. This was one of few vices, something my brothers enjoyed ribbing me about.

  However, they didn’t know what other desires lurked just below the surface. They didn’t need to know. I lived my life the way I saw fit.

  As the drink was slid in my direction, I turned my attention toward the crowd. Given the fact Congress was back in session, we were generally filled to capacity almost every night. While the money was flowing, the tension between Gregory, Michael, and me was increasing. An ominous tone remained hovering over the club, as if some kind of final reality was about to fall.

  Both my brothers had faced difficulties in the previous months. My turn was next.

  The murder that had occurred the day before just outside the city had everyone on edge. Congressman Graham Reynolds had been a staple within the community, a senior player whose wealth and influence had garnered him his share of enemies. His slaughter had taken the media by storm, reporters clamoring to secure a gruesome picture for the tabloids. While murders were a part of everyday life, the fact the man had been a member of the club hadn’t gone unnoticed between the three of us. There’d been no witnesses and no robbery attempt during the heinous crime. Merely a bloody killing in a grandiose manner.

  I was prepared for another attempt at destroying the club to come at any time.

  I took a sip of my drink as the next dancer entered onto the stage. Something deep inside of me churned almost immediately as I studied the audience’s reaction the moment she pirouetted across the floor. The flash of her flaming red toe shoes caught the attention of every male in close proximity, her subtle yet very provocative dance unusual. I shifted closer, studying her intently. She was graceful and elegant, although her attire screamed of a wanton vixen.

  The music was gothic, a dark reminder of a distant time, provoking an intense desire almost immediately, one I’d refused to acknowledge over the last few years. A growl surfaced from my throat, finding its way past my lips. Inching within a few feet, I became mesmerized, lurid thoughts rushing into my mind as she came within a few feet, using every inch of the stage.

  The bold liquor did little to quench my thirst, my mouth watering as I watched her seductive moves, her long legs and powerful muscles allowing her to take flight off the stage. She reminded me of a fragile bird; one wrong move and she’d come crashing down to earth, her beauty destroyed. While I’d watched her performance before, tonight seemed entirely different. Aggressive. Dominating.

  Inviting.

  A surge of hunger swept through me, the kind that refused to be denied, my cock aching to the point I was forced to resist rubbing my hand across my throbbing shaft. I had no idea who she was, barely registering her name on the records. Michael handled the employee files, taking care of the day-to-day operations with an iron fist.

  I was merely one of the enforcers of rules, refusing to allow either our employees or one of our members to abuse their positions. I headed toward the stage, scanning the audience again, an odd feeling coursing through my veins. I’d had a sick sixth sense for two weeks, preparing for another enemy to slither his way out of the muck. Three months had gone by since the last threatening incident, enough time my brothers had resumed their lives, enjoying the women they oh-so adored.

  I was the lone wolf, a dangerous man prepared to strike when necessary.

  And I had the distinct feeling that time was near.

  Especially given the recent murder.

  My longing created a wave of surging electricity, every muscle in my body tense. While I wasn’t a man prone to fantasies, the jolt from several filthy images rolling through my mind forced my cock to full attention. Suddenly, vivid images overtook my mind.

  As I placed the ball gag into her mouth, her eyes opened wide, the trepidation evident. I caressed her soft skin, running my fingers along her jaw before cupping and squeezing her chin. “You were very disobedient, little princess. I can’t have that.”

  A moan slipped past the thick rubber as her body trembled, her arms and legs shackled as she awaited her penance. When she twisted in her shackles, the rattle of chains only added to the excitement and extreme adrenaline rush. My nostrils flared as I gathered a whiff of her feminine wiles. She was as aroused as I was, her nipples hard and rosy, her pussy juice already leaking down the insides of her thighs. I couldn’t wait to gorge on her tender flesh, driving my tongue deep into her core.

  Then I would fuck her, taking every hole over and over again.

  Chuckling darkly, I used a single finger as I explored the long line of her neck, gently caressing her pulse of life. As I eased further down, moving slowly between her breasts, I could sense her increased tension. She had no way of knowing what was about to happen. My hunger continued to increase as I savored my exploration, rolling my fingertip down the front of her thigh.

  “There are reasons that rules must be followed, a warning I’ve given you twice before.” As she muttered around the gag, trying desperately to convey another solemn promise to be good, I swirled the same finger around her already swollen clit.

  She stiffened, her muffled cries of anxiety shifting into something else entirely.

  “You’re wet, my pet, but soon you’ll be drenched, your body stained from my cum.”

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bsp; She closed her eyes the second I pinched her tender tissue between my thumb and forefinger, her body bucking hard against the restraints.

  “I assure you that I won’t hesitate to spank that pretty little pussy of yours into a vibrant and delicious pink if you continue struggling.” My words were stated with utter domination, the tone husky from increasing lust. As her muffled cries filtered into my eardrums, I pinched and twisted once again. Even the way she clenched her fists, refusing to succumb to my will, was enticing.

  After a few seconds, I walked slowly toward the cold steel table, pushing my fingers into my mouth. The taste of her was indescribable, more delicious than I could have imagined. Various implements had been positioned for my use, making it difficult to make a single selection. She would learn one way or the other to obey me, surrendering to my every need. After dancing my fingers across various paddles and tawses, straps and canes, I made my selection.

  I sliced the birch cane through the air before bringing it under my nose, inhaling the incredible aroma. As I walked closer, the heels of my shoes thudding against the cool tile floor, I was unable to take my eyes off the beautiful woman. She was perfect in every way, her voluptuous curves and long legs the thing all fantasies were made of.

  And she belonged to me.

  “The perfect beginning for an amazing evening.” My words lingered in the air as I moved behind her, flexing my fingers before rolling them down her lithe back, admiring the roundness of her buttocks. Soon, her beautiful bottom would wear my stripes.