Tied to the Billionaire(27)

“What?” Elena’s heart sped up as she trailed along. “Where are we going?”

“Each time you disobey a direct order you will be spanked. And if that fails to control you, I will think of a more suitable punishment.”

The thought of Charles’ hands slapping her naked arse, heating it, while Elena walked that fine line between pleasure and pain sent a jolt of excitement straight to her *. She couldn’t believe how much she wanted that, how much it turned her on. She let Charles lead her through his apartment into his bedroom at the back. When he turned on a dimmer switch, Elena stopped just inside the door, surprised to find the bedroom much like any other. There was no dungeon or play room here, which had been her greatest fear. No benches or slings or devices that looked like they belonged in a torture chamber. Charles tugged her farther into the room and loomed over her. His face was suddenly serious, his eyes a shade darker and narrowed but still smouldering.

“Lie on the bed, face down,” he directed, before walking to a large closet in the corner of the room and pulling open the doors. He didn’t wait to see if Elena would comply.

With trembling limbs, she climbed onto the bed and stretched out across its length, her feet dangling off the end. She turned her head to see what Charles was doing and sucked in a sharp breath at what she saw. Inside the closet was apparently where Charles kept his ‘toys’. Whips, floggers, paddles and clamps all hung from hooks on the closet doors. Floor-to-ceiling shelves covered the space inside, filled with various paraphernalia. Elena couldn’t see or identify all the items from her vantage point, but there appeared to be articles of leather clothing, gags and lengths of rope. Her pulse raced and her breathing quickened as she took everything in.

“Face the other way,” Charles said without looking at her.

Elena did as he’d asked even though it was torture to turn her gaze away. Listening to the sounds of items being removed and not being able to see what they were was pure agony. Her body was taut, every nerve ending strung out. She heard Charles cross the room and was aware of him placing things on the bed beside her. Then he pulled open a drawer and rooted around inside.

“Are you on the pill?” Charles asked throatily. “Because when I’m done with your punishment, I’m going to f*ck you bare and I will be coming inside you.”

Elena groaned and had to squeeze her legs together tightly when her * clenched. Then Charles’ words began to sink in. Elena couldn’t believe that the safety aspect hadn’t occurred to her. She would have willingly let him f*ck her so many times tonight already. In Henry’s villa, in the limo, the restaurant terrace, and not five minutes ago on the couch. She’d been so desperate to have him inside her that asking him to wear a condom would have been the furthest thing from her mind. How incredibly stupid.

“I’m on the pill,” she replied. “But…”

“Here.” Charles circled the bed and bent down beside her. He thrust a piece of paper in front of her face. “Read it.”

With a frown, Elena scanned the contents of the document. It was a doctor’s report.

“I’m clean,” Charles said. “I test regularly and I tested again on Friday when Henry told me you’d be staying the week.”

Elena’s mouth fell open. “You planned all this since then?”

“Of course,” Charles replied as though she’d asked the most inane question. “You are well aware how long I’ve wanted you. Nothing was going to stand in the way of my claiming you this week.”

Elena tried to digest Charles’ words while he threw the paper on the bedside table and undid the buttons on his shirt before unbuckling the belt on his trousers. His possessive tone should have alarmed her but instead it further fuelled her lust.

“I’m clean too,” Elena blurted before she could stop herself.

Charles chuckled. “I would expect nothing less of you.”

After taking off his trousers, Charles discarded them carelessly on the floor. His shirt was next, then his white cotton briefs. They fit perfectly around his hips and Elena was almost sorry to see them go until that beautiful cock she already had intimate knowledge of sprang out proudly, inches from her face. The tip was wet and glistening in the soft light of the room.

Charles slid his fingers into Elena’s hair and gripped it tightly, bringing her head closer to his groin. “Suck me,” he ordered. “Take me deep.”

Without pause, Elena closed her mouth over the head of his cock and sucked at the tip, capturing the pre-cum that was leaking and savouring it. The incredible sweet, salty taste burst over her tongue and she groaned as she moved down his thick length, taking him to the back of her throat. With a tortured-sounding cry, Charles shoved in deeper, his grip on her hair tightening almost to the point of pain.

“That’s good, Elena,” he praised, thrusting hard and fast into her mouth. “Absolutely. Fucking. Perfect.”

Charles built up a rhythm, going deep then pulling nearly all of the way out before pushing back in again. Elena was so lost in the moment she failed to notice that Charles had let go of her hair until he’d pulled his cock out and a firm slap landed on the sensitive juncture between the top of her thigh and the bottom of her arse. It stung. Flames of heat spread from the area until her entire body felt as though it were encased in warmth. She clenched her *, gasping for breath, but she barely had time to inhale before Charles drove his cock into her mouth again, pressing it to the back of her throat. Elena swallowed around it, delighting in Charles’s gasp and the way his grip tightened in her hair. She loved being responsible for his pleasure and could easily see it becoming an obsession. Even though she was submitting, the fact that she was also in a position of power wasn’t lost on her. The revelation excited Elena. Charles might be in the driving seat, but his enjoyment, his contentment depended on her every bit as much as hers depended on him. She doubled her efforts, feasting on him, sucking him with renewed vigour and enthusiasm.