Billionaire Romance Boxed Set 1(47)

His hands released her sore cheeks, then undid the restraints on her wrists and ankles. She brought her hands around to rub her wrists gently, but didn’t dare move anything else until he ordered her to.

“On all fours,” he told her, coming around the table as she obeyed. Her eyes widened as he undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants, freeing his cock. He wore neither boxers nor briefs beneath as the pants pooled around his ankles. The mushroom tip was large and pink, a drop of pre-cum glistening near the slit, and a blue vein stood out along the side of its long, thick length. She licked her lips, her heart pounding double time.

He pressed that pink tip against her lips. “Take it,” he ordered, fisting his right hand in her hair.

Her tongue darted out again, this time to taste. It swirled around the head of his cock, soaking up the drop of sweet and salty pre-cum, and she marveled at the silky feel of it against her tongue. When a low groan was her only response she became a little bolder, stroking her tongue from the base of his shaft and up to the tip, then slowly sucking the head into her mouth. His fingers tightened the more of him she took into her mouth, and she inhaled the heady scent of him through her nose. He was almost too big—her lips barely touched the base, where his crisp hairs teased her skin.

“That’s a good little pet,” he breathed as she began to move her head up and down. Both his hands were fisted in her hair now as she learned her rhythm. Tasting him, listening to the sounds of her pleasure, she realized that even though she was the submissive, she still had power of her own. He may have had countless other women here and in that big, black bed of his, but she was the one giving him pleasure now. The knowledge swelled her with pride, and made her even more aware of her own femininity.

Soon he was thrusting his hips against her face, pushing his cock into her mouth faster than she was able to keep up. He let out a shuddering groan as his seed exploded in her mouth, and she swallowed the hot, sweet, salty liquid as he pulsed inside her.

He pulled out of her and laid her head against his abdomen. “You have pleased me well, Katherine. You have earned a reward.”

“Thank you, Master.” She smiled, her pussy throbbing at the mention of a ‘reward’. Would he give her what she asked for?

“On your back,” he ordered, and she rolled over to comply. He slid her panties off her legs and she smiled with anticipation, certain he was going to kneel between her legs any moment now. When he began securing her wrists and ankles in the restraints again a hint of panic rose up.

“I… I thought we were done with my punishment?” she asked, trying to keep her voice from trembling. What was he going to do to her? “Master?”

He gave her a reassuring smile. “I promise you’ll enjoy this. I’ll be right back.”

Katherine bit her lip to hold back a cry as he walked out, leaving her alone in this single room with no windows. She was terribly aware of the fact that she was naked and chained to this table, and if something were to happen to him she would be left alone in here for a long time. Days, maybe weeks even. The thought had her heart hammering against her ribcage as though it were trying to break free to escape. Sweat beaded along her forehead and she had to fight not to strain against the restraints. It was unlikely she could break free anyway, but too much movement could possibly send the table toppling, and that would make things worse for her.

Trust. He had said to trust him, and that she would be safe. She was going to have to trust that he would be back.

She let out the breath she was holding when the door opened again and Mark entered holding an ice cube tray and the black cloth he used to tie her wrists. He was still naked, and she admired the gleam of his muscles in the dim light as well as his confidence—even without all those windows downstairs she wouldn’t have felt comfortable walking through her apartment buck naked.

He returned her smile of relief as he shut the door behind him. “Missed me?” He set the items on a nearby table.

“I was… afraid to be alone in here, Master,” she admitted.

He stroked a warm hand down the side of her hip—a comforting gesture but it heated her blood all the same. “Don’t worry. I would never let anything happen to you.” He picked up the blindfold and wrapped it around her head. “I promised I would take care of you, didn’t I?”

“Yes.” Her pulse rocketed as her vision was taken away. “Master, what—”

“Shh.” He silenced her with a kiss. “Just sit back and enjoy what I’m about to do to you.”

She heard the brief sound of plastic scraping against metal, and remembered the ice cube tray he’d left. Suddenly a cold shock ripped through her body as he placed an ice cube in the middle of her abdomen. It forced a gasp from her, and he chuckled.