Tied to the Billionaire(37)

Simon had once said he preferred to see her naked. Most of their weekends together were spent naked. He liked it when he was reading a report and she lay with her head in his lap reading a book. He’d stroke and fondle her body for hours before he would finally take her.

Hope stood and stretched out her muscles. He’d worked her hard last night. After he’d asked her to be his wife again and she’d refused, he’d taken her to his playroom. She loved it when he tied her to his spanking bench and used all the implements in his possession on her ass.

She walked to the bathroom and saw in the mirror her ass was still red from last night. He’d marked her. She ran the tips of her fingers over the marks, loving them on her body.

Going to the shower, she washed the night’s sleep away. Then she dried her body, brushed her hair and made her way down the stairs to find Simon.

He sat at the kitchen table reading the morning paper. There was a plate with steaming scrambled eggs and bacon waiting for her. He always seemed to know when she was awake and hungry. Without saying a word, she took the seat next to him and picked up her fork.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

Simon nodded his head and didn’t look up from his paper.

She scooped up some scrambled eggs onto her fork. Her stomach rumbled from hunger. Hope took the time to look at him while she ate. He wore a pristine white shirt and a pair of black dress trousers. On occasion, Simon liked to be dressed while she was naked. When he did this, Hope felt a clear divide between them but in the erotic sense. He was the master and she was the submissive.

Why did he want her to be his wife?

He reached out and stroked her hand that lay on the table. She thought the moment she refused his proposal he would get rid of her.

Simon stroked her fingers and took her hand as he lifted the coffee mug to his lips with his other. The paper was wrapped up and put aside.

“May I read it, Sir?” she asked.

“No.”

Frowning, Hope stared at her master. It was the first time he’d refused her. She would read the paper as he washed the dishes.

Simon took her plate and placed it in the sink before coming back.

“Stand up. I want to see your ass.”

She stood and presented him with her back. His fingers caressed the welts he’d created on her ass. Out of the corner of her eye she watched him crouch down behind her.

For the first few seconds she tensed. She didn’t like the thought of him assessing every square inch of her full ass. Hope wasn’t being vain. She knew her ass was big.

“Stop tensing, you know I love this ass,” he said, laying a kiss to her upper right cheek.

Hope knew his feelings about her ass. He’d been the first man to take her anal virginity and he had spent many devoted hours to loving her backside.

Slowly, she relaxed under his intense gaze. There were times she didn’t care about her size and then there were others where she felt her weight would plague her for the rest of her life. At the club where she and Simon had discovered their mutual desires, there were always a variety of submissive women, from small and tiny through to large and rounded. She knew she was somewhere in between.

Shaking her head, she tried to rid herself of her issues. Simon hadn’t changed in the last twenty-four hours. He wouldn’t ridicule her weight or taunt her. He never had.

Stop bringing your insecurities here. This is your time with him. Don’t spoil it.

His touch forced her insecurities aside. Hope felt his finger caress a line down each of her ass cheeks before his entire palm cupped her ass.

“The marks won’t stay for long. I imagine they’ll be gone by morning.” He kissed each cheek in turn and then stood up.

Simon pulled her back against him. His cock rubbed her ass, making her yearn for him. He ran his hands up her stomach to cup her breasts. “They are so big and full,” he said.

She loved it when he talked about her like this. He made her feel beautiful with his loving words.

Pinching her nipples, Simon kissed her neck. He hadn’t shaved and the bristles tickled her neck turning her on. Her nipples hardened and she pressed her chest towards him. Without thinking, she opened her legs, wanting one of his hands to wander down and caress her heat. No matter how many times they’d been together, Hope always felt the need to be with him even when they parted. She knew she’d never tire of him. Their chemistry was one of a kind and inexplicable.

“Be my wife,” he said. Before she got chance to answer, he licked a line down her neck. She moaned, unable to deny his proposal. Her * was on fire and she wanted to give in to him.

He’ll get bored and you’ll be all alone.

“No,” she said.

Simon ran both of his hands down her stomach. He caressed her flesh and then moved down to palm her mound. One of his fingers slid through her slit, teasing her clit.

“You’re mine, Hope.”

“I know.”

“Then be my wife.”

She shook her head. “No.”

He sighed, resting his chin on top of her head. “Why do you keep denying me?”

She stared out in front of her. Should she be honest with him? They’d always had honesty between them. Honesty had been the first point they’d agreed on when starting their relationship. He was her master and she should tell him the truth.