Tied to the Billionaire(44)

Five minutes later, Jason had given Mrs Caster the instructions for a private dinner in a couple of hours and sat in the bedroom waiting.

“Seven minutes,” he said when she entered.

“Sorry, those are so unusual that I had to give my best employee some added instructions.” She smiled and locked the door behind her. “Did you miss me?”

“I did. Now strip off those clothes and crawl to me.” It was no small distance. His bedroom was a dual suite with a massive bed, sitting area and hot tub plus attached full bath and a walk-in closet the size of the bedroom he’d grown up in.

She removed her clothing, including the lacy thong and bra, and crawled to him in nothing but heels and a hair clip. Her nipple stud gleamed in the afternoon sun. One side was an impressive diamond matching the one on her finger. The other side was a flower. It was uniquely her.

“You were good? Followed my instructions?” he asked.

“Of course. I couldn’t have any sexual fun without you anyway.” Her ass was hiked up and she licked her lips.

His cock grew hard as he saw the slight sway of her breasts. The curves and slight bounce in her body drove him mad. She was perfect for him. He patted his lap as she approached. “Sit here.”

She obeyed and encircled his neck with her arms. “I missed you, Sir.”

He kissed her and fingered her *. So wet. She moaned the second he spread her lips. “No playing with yourself even while thinking of me?”

“No, Sir. I did turn my nipple ring so it didn’t heal over and I showered thoroughly but not a single orgasm in a week. You could’ve taken me with you.” She slid her tongue into his mouth.

“I wanted to, but with the wedding, I thought it might cause more stress with last-minute plans. And I wanted to make sure you could handle it well. Your business and mine may make it necessary at times.” He hugged her.

“Now we know we can be apart and loyal without going totally crazy. But I do need a serious spanking. I thought of you naked often. I dreamed you’d come home early.” She plucked the buttons on his dress shirt.

“Is that supposed to be a request?” He smacked her ass. The woman was still in her logical and very controlled mindset. An equal in public worked for him—he loved her success and intelligence—but sometimes she needed to stop thinking so much.

She slid down onto her knees on the carpet. “Forgive me. I’m out of practice. Please, Sir. I need to be spanked and restrained. I desperately need to be reminded of my place in your life.”

He smiled and lifted her chin. The glisten of her tears tugged at him. “I missed you too. I love you. Crawl to the bed. Hands behind your back, stay kneeling.”

“Yes, Sir.” She obeyed instantly and folded her arms at the small of her back.

He grabbed some lengths of rope from the kinky side of their closet and fitted it under her pretty tits and over her upper arms. He tied it snug then secured her forearms so she couldn’t wiggle it loose.

“Stand,” he ordered.

She did it with elegance that had taken practice. Next he bound her knees and ankles. “Kneel on the bed, face down, ass up.”

She worked her way into position and he studied her. Spreading her ass cheeks and * lips, he found her wet and perfectly shaved. “What would you do for relief?” he asked.

“Anything, Sir.” She moved slightly.

He trailed his fingers along her spine. “Anything? Don’t lie. I know your limits. What’s your safe word?”

“Peony,” she said.

“Good. I’m glad you thought of me while I was gone.” He kicked off his shoes and opened his fly then pushed his dress pants and boxer briefs to the floor. His belt clinked as it landed and he knew just how hard it was for her not to see him naked now. “Did you think of anyone else?”

“No!” she answered immediately.

“Good.” He believed her. “Were you wet thinking of me?”

“Yes, Sir. All the time,” she moaned.

He smacked her ass with his hand. “So you never acted on it but you kept yourself in a constant state of arousal. Dirty girl. You’re right. You need to be punished.” He massaged her ass cheeks. She had flesh to spare there and he loved it. The woman also had a pain tolerance that let him play.

“Please, spank me. I shouldn’t be able to sit down tomorrow.” She wagged her ass at him.

“You decide? You want the pain to feel better. What about my needs?” He rubbed his hard cock over her milky skin.

“Fuck me, please. I need both.” Her body relaxed.

He pulled her legs from under her and let her feet hit the floor. He tested her cunt with one finger and she tightened on him. Finally he pressed into her and filled her * in a single stroke. Her moans and whimpers filled his ears as he drove hard and tugged the ropes on her arms so she rocked back towards him.

“I can’t stop, Sir.” She gasped.

He felt her climax hit and reached around to cup her breasts. “Come for me.”

She muffled her screams in the bedding, though no one on the staff would blink an eye over any sounds coming from their bedroom. Her hips pushed back on him for more.

“My sex-crazed slut wants more.” He pounded her * and came deep inside her with a grunt. “You’ll have to wait.”