Tied to the Billionaire(29)

Charles chuckled. “I don’t think you’re in any position to make demands, are you, Elena?”

“No,” she agreed quietly.

The next thwap that landed on her buttocks was made with something harder and wider. A paddle?

“No, what?” Charles asked.

“No, sir!” she all but shouted.

“That’s better.”

Elena’s entire body was beginning to shake from the sweet, stinging heat and numbness which radiated from her backside. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to concentrate on all the sensations. Her nipples were so hard and hypersensitive that the soft cotton sheets rubbing against them felt almost rough and made them harden more. Her * was incredibly wet and felt so empty. Charles was silent behind her which made the anticipation worse. What was he going to do next? Her internal question was answered at once. The flick to her clitoris by what could only have been the riding crop was sudden and unexpected. Elena let out a high-pitched yelp as the sensations ricocheted from her clit to the rest of her body. She loosened her grip on the bedposts as her hands began to shake. Every inch of her body was suffused with heat and she could feel the sweat trickling down her shoulder blades.

“You like that, Elena?”

“Yes, sir.” Elena hated the way her voice shook, but she was powerless to prevent it.

“You want more?” Charles asked.

She was about to reply when another strike came, stealing her breath. This time it was followed by something wet and soft.

“Oh God, yes!” Elena shouted as Charles flicked his tongue over her clit then licked his way to her entrance. She tried to lift her hips to get closer, but it was a difficult thing to accomplish with her arms and feet shackled.

“Damn, you taste good,” Charles said before plunging his tongue inside her. He thrust it in and out torturously slowly before returning it the place that she craved it most. Elena’s jaw tensed when the familiar tingling sensation began and she prayed that this time, finally, Charles would let her come.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.

When he spoke, his voice was commanding. “Beg me.”

Elena would have got down on her damn knees if she wasn’t chained to the bed, anything to end the torment.

“Please. Please, Sir.”

“Please what?” Charles asked before working his tongue harder on her clit.

“Please make me come!” she gasped out. Elena couldn’t stop her hips from gyrating or hold back the moan that tore from her throat as the unavoidable climax began to build. Charles did exactly what she’d asked for. Elena cried out as the exhilarating release tore through her body. The pleasure was immense. But while she was still coming, still crying out as wave after wave erupted from her core, Charles tore his mouth away and covered her body with his, bracing his arms either side of her head. Without warning he thrust his hard cock inside her, filling her so completely and so beautifully that she shouted out his name. Relief coursed through her veins as he f*cked her hard and fast, drawing out her orgasm, intensifying it. Charles pressed his chest against her back pinning her to the bed and the blazing heat from his body combined with her own so that she was surprised they didn’t combust.

“That’s it, Elena,” Charles praised gutturally. “Come on my cock.”

Elena was still shuddering when Charles went wild above her. He used one hand to lift her hips as he pounded into her as deep as he could go. Elena could do nothing but hold on to the bedposts and enjoy the ride. Each time Charles drove into her felt harder and deeper and Elena was amazed to realise that she was about to come again. She threw her head back against his chest as another burst of pleasure soared through her. She was dimly aware of Charles’ movements becoming erratic. His hips had lost their rhythm and soon he tilted her head, captured her mouth and thrust his tongue inside, moving it in and out with the same passion and force with which he f*cked her. He grunted as he came, soaking her insides with burst after burst of his release.

When they’d both stopped coming and had taken a few moments to get their breathing back to something resembling normal, Charles placed a tender kiss on Elena’s forehead then slipped out of her body. When he unchained her hands and feet and removed the cuffs, she turned to lie on her back just as Charles collapsed beside her.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly. “Did I hurt you?”

Elena shook her head and rolled over to face him. “Not at all,” she said honestly. “It was amazing.”

Charles grinned, nodding in agreement. “It certainly was.”

“I thought it would be…” Elena left her sentence hanging, unsure how to explain what she was feeling and what she had been expecting.

Charles frowned. “You thought it would be what?”


“More intense, I guess. No, that’s not the right word. I thought you would be more…hardcore.”

The laugh that tore from Charles’ throat was loud and so completely carefree that it made Elena smile too. His eyes crinkled at the sides. It was a good look on him.

“Was I too tame for you? I’ll have to remember that for next time. You’re obviously more of a submissive than I first realised. Maybe you should be calling me Master instead of Sir.”

When Elena’s eyes widened and she sucked in a quick breath, Charles laughed harder. “Just what the hell did you think I was going to do to you exactly? And more to the point, why did you agree?”