Tied to the Billionaire(74)

“That’s much better.” His words slid along her body like warm dark chocolate, sweet and powerful. As he spoke, his hand slid back under her skirt, exploring the swollen lips of her *. God, she loved that dark rumble in his voice, the husky tone that showed how pleased he was.

“I didn’t forget, sir,” she whispered, fighting for each breath as his fingers massaged her clit in soft circles. “I like it when you rip them off me.”

He chuckled. “I can appreciate your honesty, pet.” He slipped a finger inside her and she rocked back against him. “But that doesn’t excuse your disobedience.”

He reached back and smacked her ass again, a fraction harder. He inserted two digits inside her, driving her roughly until she screamed out. A lightning bolt of sensation ripped through her, fiery and hot and everything she’d come to expect from these stolen conference nights. He f*cked her hard with his fingers, thrusting into her in deep, quick movements, until her whole body shook and sweat dripped down her back.


“I guess someone still needs a lesson as to whose desires matter.”

He pulled his fingers from inside her, and she couldn’t stop the whimper of protest that ripped from her throat. Her whole body contracted, rejecting his withdrawal.

He chuckled. “Now, now, pet, you know I’m the one in control here.”

She nodded. She knew it, she loved it, but she still wanted him inside her.

His hand wrapped around her nape, his touch firm but not painful. With a slight pressure he pushed her down to her knees. He circled around her, his hand resting on her head, keeping her kneeling before him. Not that she’d stand up without his permission, but because they both enjoyed the small exertion of his control.

“Open your mouth.”

She slid her lips apart at his command, the anticipation flaring down her spine. Not knowing what he might do to her, blind to his movements, added a desperate edge to her need. Before her Master, she’d never experimented with sensory deprivation. She’d had no idea how much she was missing.

His fingers pushed into her mouth. Automatically she enclosed the digits between her lips, sucking them and running her tongue along the pads. Her musky arousal slid across her tongue as she explored his fingers.

“Lick them clean, pet.” He tightened his grip around her nape, holding her so she couldn’t move away from his hand. Not that she wanted to. The need to please him expanded in her chest, filling in all the empty parts of her deep inside. She slid her tongue between his fingers, across his nails, sucking off any remaining trace of herself from his hand.

He pulled his fingers from her mouth, and a whimper escaped her throat. His dark chuckle rippled over her. Her * clutched, needing more.

“Don’t worry, pet, I’ve got something else for you.”

Her body burned at the promise in his voice. She opened her mouth wider, ready for what her Master offered, surrendering to whatever he desired of her. His enjoyment would also be hers.

The head of his cock pushed between her lips, and she had to remind herself to breathe. His salty masculine flavour slid across her tongue. She moaned at the taste of her Master. So clean and powerful and right.

He slid his hands into her hair, his grip on her scalp strong and constant. Yet he held still, not demanding any response from her. He cradled her nape, allowing her this time to explore all she wished.

She sucked on his cock, sliding her tongue along the tip and circling the head. She rubbed her teeth along the sensitive underside and he groaned, tightening his hold in her hair a fraction more. Pain raced along her nerves, and her stomach tightened. She felt more alive, more in tune with her body and her soul, in this second than any other day of the year.

Then he moved, pushing his cock far into her mouth, and all thoughts besides her Master vanished from her mind. All that mattered was the plunge and retreat of his hips against her face, the musical sounds of his moans and groans as he f*cked her mouth.

She opened her lips wider, inviting him further in. Her jaw ached, the muscles in her cheeks shook with exertion, yet she kept sucking. She couldn’t stop. She wouldn’t stop. Not until her Master was satisfied.

In this position, he controlled everything from the speed and depth she took him to the velocity of his movements and even her breathing. In his hands he held her very life, which thrilled her more. If he wanted to he could hurt her, wrap his hands around her throat and constrict her airway, beat her till she bled. But he never did. He always kept her safe. Showing that her trust was not misplaced.

It was that trust that allowed her to offer him this part of her, the submissive deep inside that she revealed to no one else.

His fingers tightened in her hair, pulling on the strands, his nails stabbing into her scalp. The bite of pain only increased her need. The wetness dripped between her legs, sliding slowly down her thighs. He thrust against her face, pushing his cock further into her mouth and forcing his way down her throat. She moaned, opening wider to accept even more of him.



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Richard growled, slamming his dick between his lovely pet’s lips. Nothing looked more beautiful than a submissive woman on her knees sucking on a man’s cock. And no woman looked more beautiful on her knees than his pet. The way she allowed him such control, such trust, was nothing short of gorgeous.

He’d love for her to continue, to watch her suck him off until he had no choice but to come in her mouth. His dick hardened a little more at the thought of her swallowing the huge load he’d release down her throat. She’d certainly earned such punishment. But he wasn’t ready for this night to end. He had far too many plans to let her off the hook so easily.