Tied to the Billionaire(56)

“Turn it over,” he said.

She flipped the paddle and saw the customisation. It was rubber and there were little thorn-like pieces sticking up. Trailing her fingers over the mock thorns, she moaned. They were firm but had give. They wouldn’t break the skin but she’d feel them.

“Thank you. It’s perfect.” She hugged it between them.

“The first time I met you, I saw you prick your finger on a rose’s thorn and you smiled. You had no idea I saw that but I did.” He took the paddle from her.

“You notice everything. I love you.” She kissed him. “Thank you, Sir. Please break it in on me.”

“First go to my overnight bag and bring me the rope.” He stood up.

Quickly she retrieved the white rope and knelt before him, offering it to her Dom.

“Stand up,” he said.

He tied her hands behind her back then tied her thighs together. More rope circled her calves. “Don’t move.”

Obeying, she waited as he got something else from the bag. She’d wait forever. He approached her from behind and the world went black as he slid a blindfold over her eyes.

“But I love to see you, Sir,” she sighed.

“You will, later.” He pinched her ass. “Far too pale for a sub’s ass.”

“Please spank me, Sir. I need it.” She tested her ropes and it relaxed her. He had all the control and she was his. Both ceremonies done, they’d crossed the negotiations of their kink and marriage together.

“You do need it.” He twirled her piercings with his fingers and she gasped.

“Painful.” He kissed the undersides of her breasts.


“No, I love them. They remind me of you every time I move.” She waited and let the roped-up feeling sink in.

His heat left and she tried not to fidget. Then he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him. Seconds later she was over his knees and his erection pressed into her side.

“You love me?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied firmly.

She gasped when the paddle landed. Wood side down wasn’t bad, but he hadn’t spanked her since the greenhouse. That paddle reverberated deep in her body. “Thank you,” she said.

“More?” he asked.

“Please, paddle me red,” she said.

“Maybe. Maybe I want to work you over later as well? So greedy.” He gave her two more.

Moaning, she wanted to beg for the other side of that paddle but he’d only delay longer if she did. “I’m yours, play with me however you want. I need to be spanked and f*cked to exhaustion.”

He chuckled. “Weddings are exhausting. You’ll be lying on the beach in a couple of days. You can rest then.”

“Yes, Sir. I want to please you now.” She wiggled in his lap. Her feet were off the ground and her hands were bound—she loved the floating feeling.

His rough hand rubbed her ass. “You are.” He swung the paddle twice more.

The stinging set in and her * grew wet. She lifted her hips and got another smack. Suddenly he slid her to the ground on her knees and guided her in between his legs. “Suck me off,” he ordered.

She leaned in and found his cock with her cheek. Adjusting, she licked up the shaft and sucked the tip. She wanted to be f*cked. “I need you inside of me, Sir.”

The paddle landed again and she groaned. Still not the side she wanted, but he had such patience. Deep down she knew he wanted to see how she reacted to it as well. She sucked his cock and moaned on it as he softly tapped her bottom with the paddle.

When she worked on his balls, he dropped the toy and fingered her *. Rocking her hips, she couldn’t be still now.

“Soaking wet, horny slut.” He grabbed her hair.

The tug made her smile as he pulled her head back. “Yes, Sir.”

He stood and guided her to her feet. Then he picked her up and sat her on the bed. “Lie on your back.”

She fell back on the soft covers and waited. She slid her hands to one side so she didn’t lie directly on them. The weight of the paddle rested on her stomach and she smiled.

“Let’s change this.” He untied her wrists and tugged her arms over her head. Again her wrists were bound together but she could lie flat.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said.

He turned the paddle over and the prickly rubber made her shiver. “You like your gift?”

“I love it! You’re so creative.” She pressed her lips together as the tears welled up. “Please spank me with the other side. Please f*ck me!”

“You want it all.” He ran the rough side of the paddle over her neck, tender breasts, down her ribs and stomach to her hips. He used the corner on her * for a second then it was gone. Then he continued down her legs to her feet. The tickling sensation made her forget for a split second how wet her cunt was.

“I do. I need it. Please, Sir.” She trembled as he pushed her legs up in the air.

Her ass and * were exposed now. What would he choose? She’d love him and the consequences either way. He rubbed the rough side of the paddle over the back of her thighs and her ass.

Moaning, she arched her back and waited.

When he leaned her legs to the left, she knew what he’d do to her and loved him more because they knew each other so well. He snatched the blindfold off her face and looked her in the eyes as he thrust deep into her cunt.