Tied to the Billionaire(28)

Charles allowed her to suck him for another few minutes before pulling out again. She anticipated another slap, but it didn’t come. Instead, he pushed her onto her front, climbed onto the bed behind her and straddled the back of her thighs. He parted her legs then rubbed his wet cock up and down the crease, pressed gently against the walls of her *. Elena gripped hold of the sheets beneath her and prayed for him to push inside, to f*ck her like she needed, but in place of his cock filling her, another slap landed on her arse. It was harder than the first time and caused Elena to cry out from the shock of it. Her brain was scrambled. She registered the sting and it excited her more than she’d expected.

“Now would be a good time to tell me your safeword,” Charles said as he resumed rubbing his cock up and down her crease, pushing at her entrance but not inside, never inside.


How the hell was she supposed to think of anything other than how desperately she wanted him inside her—how desperately she needed him? Charles pressed his cock against her clit and dragged the head of it back and forth, faster and harder. She was sure she’d lose her mind if he didn’t take her. Elena was about to come undone, her orgasm building yet again. She lifted her hips and pushed back, trying to get Charles to breach her, but he wouldn’t yield.

“Please,” she groaned, her voice tinged with desperation.

Another hard slap. “That isn’t a safeword, Elena.”

She fisted the sheets and grunted, saying the first thing that came into her mind. “Henry.”

Charles removed his cock from her clit then laughed breathlessly. “Well, that’s certainly a passion-killer.”

“Isn’t that the point?”

“No, it isn’t.” Even though she couldn’t see his face, Elena was sure that Charles was frowning. He moved off her thighs and knelt beside her. “A safeword does what it says on the tin. It’s to keep you safe. To stop us from crossing an emotional or physical boundary that you’re not comfortable with. It’s so that you come to no physical or psychological harm.”

Elena turned and met Charles’ gaze, alarmed at the prospect of being hurt at such a level. Doubt began to creep back into her mind, but Charles quickly shook his head.

“I wouldn’t let it come to that. I’m very adept at reading body signals, but the safeword is essential none the less.”

Elena took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay, I understand.”

Amusement flickered in Charles’ eyes and his mouth curved up into the sexiest grin Elena had ever seen. “So, Henry it is,” he said wryly. “But if you forget, you may also say ‘safeword’ and I will stop at once.”

Raking his eyes over her naked body, Charles trailed his fingers down Elena’s spine before resting his palm on the cheeks of her arse, which felt even hotter with his hand on it.

“You pink up very nicely,” he remarked.

The atmosphere in the room changed instantly as though Charles had flipped a switch. It became charged, alive.

“Now lift your arms above your head and grab hold of the bedpost,” he instructed.

Elena did as she’d been told, waiting impatiently to see what he would do next. She was aware of Charles grabbing something off the bed beside her and as she held onto the posts, she chewed her lip in anticipation. Charles secured black leather cuffs around her wrists before chaining them to the posts. Elena shuddered. Entrusting herself and her safety to this man was terrifying, but strangely erotic and freeing. Charles could do anything to her now and she would be powerless to stop him. Her feet were next. Two more cuffs were secured around her ankles, the attached chains rattling as they were somehow fastened to the corner posts on the bottom of the bed. Elena’s legs were stretched wide and she’d never felt more exposed or more helpless. It was heady, intoxicating.

When she found her voice, she asked, “What are you going to do now?”

A quick swat landed on her bare backside, and it smarted, reheating the area instantly. Elena moaned. Charles hadn’t used his hand that time, he had used some sort of strap. Leather maybe? A crop?

“No questions!” he boomed.

“But…” Another swat landed on her arse and Elena gasped when the delayed sting registered.

“I said, no questions, understand?”

“Yes.”

“That’s yes, sir. When we are playing you are always to address me as sir, understand?”

“Yes.”

Charles swatted her again and Elena gasped out the, “Yes, sir,” that was required of her.

“Good. That’s very good, Elena.”

Her name sounded like a benediction and Elena wanted to hear him say it again and again. In fact, Charles’ tone often held a kind of reverence when he addressed her and the cadence to his voice had always made her want to melt. She didn’t know if she preferred the soft, gentle lilt or the stern, more dominant tone. Both were equally hot. Elena waited for another swat, but instead, Charles smoothed the palm of his hand over the heated globes of her arse.

“Perfection,” he murmured, so quietly, Elena wondered if he had spoken at all.

When Charles smoothed his fingers between her legs, skimming over her folds and barely touching her swollen clit, Elena whimpered and gripped the bed posts tighter, praying for an end to the exhilarating torture.

“Oh, God, please,” she moaned.