Submitting To The White Billionaire (BWWM Interracial Romance) by Lena Skye Page A

Chris Steak House , and we spent a lot of time critiquing the food, décor, and service. We took notes on the things that we liked and on the things that we didn’t care for.
    “ You’re so intelligent and sexy,” Kyle said out of the blue.
    I blushed, “Where did that come from?”
    “It’s just something that I’ve been thinking for a while now. I always knew that you were a catch, but it was confirmed after I saw what you came from.”
    “ Thank you,” I said.
    “ I really mean it. I have a new level of respect for you. I just wish that you would have told me in the beginning.”
    Before he could speak anymore I cut him off, “I know, and I’ve been meaning to apologize to you for that. I just didn’t know how to bring something like that up. I’ve never searched for handouts or sympathy about my past, and I also wasn’t sure if you would want to be with me.”
    “Of course I would have still wanted to be with you. I actually feel closer to you now than I ever have. Things have been rough, but we’ve needed to battle and face these obstacles together.”
    His words were a symphony to my senses, and a huge weight that I didn’t know I possessed was lifted off of my shoulders.
    “You don’t know how great it feels to hear you say that,” I said.
    “ Now that we’re finally over all of this bad news, I have something good to tell you.”
    “ Well don’t make me wait,” I laughed.
    “ I have set a date. We’re getting married on July 27 th  in Fiji.”
    “ SHUT UP!” I shrieked loudly and quickly quieted down as people looked at us. That got a hearty laugh from him.
    “ I think that you like the idea?”
    “ That’s just unreal. That’s something that I never even imagined as a possibility. Hell I would have been happy with the Bahamas.”
    “ We can still do it there,” he said.
    “ Oh hell no, I want Fiji.”
    For the rest of the night we laughed and talked with an ease that we hadn’t had in a long time. We’d gone from a clear hierarchy to becoming equals. My collar had been abandoned in the drawer, and neither one of us had mentioned it. I had now submitted to Kyle in more ways then one and he seemed like he was satisfied with my commitment to him. He wasn’t my Dom anymore, he was my fiancé, and soon he was going to be my husband. Everything was beginning to feel a lot more real.
    We got back to the loft, and I went straight to the kitchen to get another bottle of wine.
    “ What do you think you’re doing?” Kyle said as he placed both hands on either side of me on the counter.
    He rubbed against my ass and I put the bottle down, “I was going to open a bottle of wine.”
    “There’s no need for that,” he said as he placed a kiss on the back of my neck.
    A soft moan slipped from my lips as I pressed back against him. I began to slowly sway my hips against his center.
    “Damn, I need to be inside of you right now,” he groaned.
    I needed for him to be inside of me too. I wanted to feel him pushing into my body, claiming it as his own. He didn’t have to make me wear a collar because he owned my heart, and that was more valuable than anything.
    “What are you waiting for?” I challenged.
    He responded to my goading by roughly pushing my skirt up around my waist and placing a firm smack on my ass. It stung like hell, and it sent pleasure straight to my center.
    “Mmm I know you liked that,” he whispered against my ear as his hand rubbed my sensitive flesh through my panties. “Show me how much you want it.”
    I bit my lip and pressed back and forth against his hand. My underwear was becoming wet with my juices, and he lightly tapped against my clit.  
    “ Please,” I begged as I bent over completely and pressed my face against the cool marble of the counter.
    He gave a triumphant laugh, and I knew that I wasn’t going to make it so easy for him next time. I’d come to the point where I was unashamed to beg him for what I wanted sexually. I loved the cat and