Tied to the Billionaire(70)

“This is the most amazing place I have ever seen.”

Will had smiled lazily from the other side of the table, a forkful of shrimp risotto halfway to his mouth. “There are so many places I want to show you.”

And there were so many things, and places, Jade wanted to be shown.

Now Will stepped behind Jade and unfastened her emerald necklace, dropping it into his pocket. Jade said nothing, recognising what this meant.

The collar.

It was in its box on her bedside table. As they entered the room, Will closed and locked the door while Jade retrieved the sparkling band of leather, sweeping her hair aside to bare her throat for him.

“Good,” was Will’s only comment. His breath tickled the nape of her neck as the collar brushed her skin, and Jade shivered as he unzipped her dress and unfastened her bra. “Strip for me.”

“Yes, sir.”

She slid the dress over her arms, letting it drop to the floor along with her bra. As she untied the sides of her panties, Will moved to stand in front of her, holding out his hand, which was filled with gold chain.

“Step out of those and stand still.” He flashed her a wicked smile. “I’m going to decorate you.”

The gold glinted in the light. Will lifted a section of chain with small jewels dangling from the links and fastened one end to her nipple with a clamp, making Jade gasp. She forced herself to remain still as Will attached the other end, catching his eye as he looked up to see her reaction.

“It gets even better. Part your legs for me.”

A second section of chain hung from the centre of the first, also ending in a clamp. Jade bit her lip as she realised where this would go, even as she obeyed his command.

“Do you need to stop?” His fingers were already spreading her lips.

“No—oh!”

Will had attached the third clamp to her clit while she was distracted. Before Jade could catch her breath, he caught hold of her hips and turned her to face one of the chairs, which had been moved to present its back to her.

“Bend over the chair.”

Jade gripped the seat, arching her back to present her ass to him. The movement tugged on the clamps and she moaned, her knees weakening.

His hand caressed her rump for a moment, then disappeared. “Count for me.”

At the first blow, all three clamps jolted and Jade cried out. She forced the number out through clenched teeth, resting her forehead on the seat back.

“Good.”

“Two!” Another jolt, and Jade bit down on her lip so hard she tasted blood. At this rate, she wouldn’t last until the end of the spanking.

Which, of course, might be what he wanted.

At the sixth blow, she heard a shuffling behind her and prepared herself for Will’s entry. Seconds later his cock slid inside her to the hilt. Jade groaned at the scratch of his hair against her tender skin.

“Come when you’re ready,” he growled, his mouth close to her ear. “I want you to lose control.”

He thrust inside her again, hard, and Jade gasped as the clamps tugged on her clit. Could she even come with it attached? But Will was ahead of her, and as she clung to the chair, moaning as every movement rocked her body, she felt his hand snake around her hip and unclip the lower clamp, leaving the others in place. Instantly Jade cried out as the orgasm rippled outwards from her clit, sending her into convulsions.


“Oh God!”

Another, harder, thrust and Will’s arms tightened around her as he groaned, shuddering against her.

It was all Jade could do to reach the bed, where she collapsed beside him, dropping the nipple clamps on the bedside table.

She would definitely be asking to wear them again.



* * * *



There was a knock at the bedroom door.

“Mr Vandenmeer, sir?”

“What is it?” Will stirred, his voice drowsy.

“Just thought you’d want to know there’s been a suspicious call to reception, sir. They think it was a reporter. We’re stepping up security in case they try to get in the room, sir.”

Will raised himself up on his elbows. “Good work, Matt.”

“Thanks, sir.” There was the sound of footsteps walking away.

“Reporters.” Jade’s stomach sank. She could already see the headlines, and none of them were flattering.

“Relax.” Will reached across and squeezed her hand. “They’re not getting in here.”

“They know you’re at the Bellagio. It doesn’t take much to guess you’re in the Penthouse Suite.”

“Unless they scale the wall, they’re not getting past Bryn and Matt. Anyway, don’t worry. We’re not that interesting. Vandenmeer Hotels might be well known, but I’m not Brad Pitt.”

Jade opened her mouth to say “Shame,” then decided against it. However, Will noticed and grabbed her round the waist.

“You were going to say ‘pity’, weren’t you?”

“Me? Never.”

“Do I have to remind you who you belong to, Miss Bleecker?” Will rolled himself on top of her, pinning her arms above her head.

“I think, Mr Vandenmeer,” Jade retorted, “that I have that down already.”

“Oh yes? Shall I discipline you, then?”

His cock hardened against her thigh, and her answer was swallowed up in a moan. Will looked down at her, his eyes momentarily intense before they softened.