Tied to the Billionaire(77)

She moaned beneath him, the sound almost painful. He understood the feeling. He pushed the hair back from her face, stuck to her skin with sweat, and placed a quick kiss on her lips. Regardless of how much she needed to come, how pained she was by his slow sensuous torture, she still responded, her mouth moving beneath his, her tongue sliding along his lips.

Every muscle in his body tensed against the worst assault his control had ever experienced. But he’d withstand it. He had to. For her.

“You can come now,” he groaned above her. “Come for me, pet.”



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She screamed, her whole body shaking as the orgasm she’d been suppressing escaped with a violent roar. With any other man the strength of the orgasm would have frightened her, but with her Master she felt secure. He’d protect her, he’d keep her safe, no matter what.

She tightened her legs around him, holding onto him like an anchor in a storm. She threw her head back, panting out each breath. Her ears buzzed and her head felt light. Her heart stopped beating for a second as the swell overwhelmed her.

When she finally came back to herself, she realised her Master remained hard inside her. He’d stilled, allowing her the moment of pleasure. But just as her breathing returned to a somewhat normal level, he slammed back into her, igniting the remaining flutters in her cunt to full tremors.

He growled above her. He felt them too.

“Come again, pet,” he urged, his voice hoarse from his own need.

She tried to shake her head, to tell him she couldn’t, but before she could say anything, his fingers wrapped around her clit and pinched. Another violent shudder raced through her. She screamed, thrashing on the bed beneath the destructive current inside her, threatening to overwhelm her. And yet he continued to f*ck into her, so hard every nerve in her body lit up. It was too much to take, and yet she couldn’t stop it.

As she fell over the cliff a second time, her Master’s cock jerked inside her as he followed her over to his own release. He growled against her. His hands clamped around her waist, holding her still for his final thrusts, the bite of pain only spurring her on faster, forcing her to come harder.

He fell down upon her, his weight heaven against her body, regardless of her inability to breathe. His bulk pinned her to the bed, holding her captive, and her heart soared. Only her Master could ever push her so far, drop her so low and bring her back to her true self.

Completely drained, they lay together, their lungs pumping, their hearts pounding. Sweaty skin against sweaty skin.

All too soon, he pulled away from her. He leaned up, untying her from the headboard and removing the silk tie from around her eyes. She blinked several times adjusting to the limited light. All she could see was her Master. He stared down at her with coal-black eyes, his dark hair tousled and sexy. His chest was dotted with sweat, calling to her tongue to clean. Still the most handsome man she’d ever seen.

He smiled at her, that smile she pined for, that she dreamed about. That smile that said she’d pleased him. That she was enough, all on her own.

“Good, pet,” he whispered, brushing a quick kiss upon her lips. The touch was so intimate it nearly broke her heart.


He rolled to the side, taking her with him. Tucked perfectly into his side, she nuzzled her face into his chest. The musky smell of man and fresh sweat overpowered her senses. No man smelt as good as her Master.

“Stay, pet,” he whispered, his voice husky with sleep. His arm curled around her, pulling her into his body.

“Yes, Master.” She smiled, snuggling closer into the heaven of his arms. There was nowhere she’d rather be.



Chapter Three





Richard poured fresh coffee into his porcelain cup. The smell alone revived him some. There’d be a lot more coffee for him this week, dark black coffee. He smiled. A week’s worth of play with his pet was well worth it. It was worth a lot more than a week’s worth, but that was all he got.

“So how are negotiations coming on the Argonaut deal?” He sat down in a large captain’s chair, across from Dante, his lifelong best friend and business partner. “I hoped to announce the merger at the meeting and finally put an end to all the rumours.”

Dante sighed, sipping from his own cup. “The CEO is still dragging his feet. Their lawyer is giving me the run-around. And exposure like this doesn’t help.” Dante tossed a paper across the table between them, the newsprint sliding across the polished cherry surface.

Richard picked up the paper, staring down at his own figure walking away from a dark club. In the very back of the photo he could barely distinguish the sign of the exclusive north end BDSM club, Burnt Thorn.

Damn page seven. Why are they always sticking their noses into everyone else’s business?

“What does this matter? My business life and personal life are completely separate.” Even last night, the Dom and the CEO had retained distinct spheres. He’d walked away from several subs who couldn’t separate the man from the CEO. Thankfully, Serena had never confused them. Not for a moment of their time together.

Dante rolled his eyes. “I know you’re not that oblivious, Rick.” Dante took a gulp of his coffee. “Neil Cartwright is very conservative, and he runs Argonaut the same way. For God’s sake, he won’t even turn the company over to his own son because he’s unmarried.”