Tied to the Billionaire(75)

Fire flamed in his balls, alerting him that he couldn’t handle much more. He pulled back, extricating his cock from her mouth, and she made a little noise, somewhere between a moan and a whimper. He smiled. “Don’t worry, pet. I’m not through with you yet.”

He removed the tie from her hair, releasing the mass to drop around her shoulders. He tangled his fingers in her dark locks, loving their softness against his skin. Grabbing a hunk at the nape of her neck, he tugged hard enough to force her to her feet. She moaned, quickly rising to stand before him.

“I haven’t even gotten you naked yet,” he whispered in her ear, enjoying how she shivered beneath his gaze. She knew what lay ahead for them, so did he, and his cock was standing upright in anticipation.

His hands wrapped around her body, unfastening the small buttons down the front of her silk blouse and slipping the smooth fabric from her body. His fingers slid along her curves, enjoying the weight and feel of her beasts in his hands. Her tight little nipples stuck out, rubbing across his palms. Releasing the front closure of her bra, he pushed the lace from her tits along with her blouse and down her arms all the way to the rope ensnaring her wrists.

He dropped his eyes, staring into the naked valley of her cleavage. Her breasts were large, perfect, and all his. The temptation too great, he reached out, grabbing those firm ripe tits and massaging them. She moaned, leaning back against him, pushing into his hands.

“Like that, pet?”

She panted, “Yes, Master.”

At her quick response, he released her breasts. A sadistic smile twisted his lips at the regretful whine she released at the loss, loving each torture he inflicted upon her as he explored further down her body and over her modest skirt. That will teach her to disobey orders.

A quick unzip later, he slipped the skirt down her hips, exposing the round naked mounds of her ass. His handprints shone bright and pink on her skin. If there was anything sexier than seeing his mark on his woman, he had never experienced it. He prodded the bruises, making her gasp and pant at the sudden flare of pain from his fresh mark.

“Lie down on the bed, pet, on your back, legs apart.”

He pushed her in the direction of the mattress. Blindly following his directions, quite literally with the silk scarf covering half her face, she stepped forward, trusting that he’d keep her safe. Her legs shook but she managed the few feet to the mattress, wobbling like a new doe learning to walk, but she still followed his command regardless of her body’s impulses. If he thought she’d fall, he’d reach out and catch her in an instant, but he enjoyed watching her fight through her reaction to do as he instructed.

Once she reached the mattress, she manoeuvred into the position he’d requested, spreading her legs wide and giving him a good look at the wetness their play had already created. Only a taste of all he had in store for her this week.

He joined her, sliding onto the sheets beside her. Reaching around her, he released the ties holding her hands back. He peeled the shirt and bra from her arms, leaving her blissfully naked for the first time in their encounter. He rubbed her shoulders, releasing the knots from deep in the muscle, and she moaned beneath his touch.

He loved this part of play the most, when she was soft and pliant beneath his hands. He could do anything to her, hurt her, f*ck her, love her, and in this state, she wouldn’t even try to stop him. She trusted him to take care of her and respect her limits. That trust was worth more than his entire Fortune 500 company, and came just as rarely.

His heart rate somewhat calmed by the reprieve and his breathing closer to normal, Richard grabbed her wrists, pulling them above her head. The position alone renewed the frenzy inside him. Her soft body beneath his thighs, her breasts brushing against his chest, her desperate whimpers for more could drive a man insane. The beast inside him that wanted to bind her to him and claim her as his alone flared to life in his gut.

With three quick turns he knotted the ropes around the headboard, holding her in the position he desired. He pulled back, smiling down at his captive, his pet. Gorgeous. Her chest rose and fell with her quick breaths. Her dark hair spread across the pillow, her mouth parted on a soft gasp. Even if he had hours, he wouldn’t be able to truly appreciate the splendour before him.

Unfortunately he didn’t have the kind of time he wanted to enjoy her bound beauty, not if he intended to attend any of his morning meetings in halfway decent shape. But this was the arrangement they’d agreed to years ago, the terms he’d accepted, and he’d enjoy every second he had with her.

Beginning with reacquainting her with his rules.

“Whose body is this?” He leant down to whisper against her breasts. He sucked in one nipple, and bit the tip. Her back arched towards him, silently asking for more.


“Yours,” she responded on a moan, knowing exactly what he wanted to hear.

He did the same to the other side, sucking on her nipple then clamping down on the peak. Serena whimpered beneath him, her plump bottom lip held tight between her teeth.

With a smile, he leant back to stare at his work. Her breath shuddered, her pink puffy nipples stood at attention on top of her gorgeous full tits. His pet was a sight to behold. And she was all his. For this week at least.

“Who decides what it wears?” He kissed down her sternum, returning to his previous line of questioning. He decorated the centre of her stomach with open-mouthed kisses before taking a hard bite of the bottom curve. She screamed and moaned, her fingers gripping hard into the rope around her wrists.