Billionaire Romance Boxed Set 1(52)

“You’re so hot,” he murmured against her skin. “You’re burning up my ice.”

She heard another small crack that she recognized as the sound of an ice cube being removed from a tray, and tensed, expecting the cold against her bottom again. Instead she felt hot, muscled flesh; strong arms banding around her as she was pulled against her Master’s chest. The hairs on his chest teased her bare skin, and she smiled slightly as his hard cock rubbed lightly between the globes of her ass. Her head fell back against his shoulder as she offered her neck, but he only nuzzled briefly.

“You’re so ready,” he whispered against her ear. “But there’s more. Much more.”

He pressed the ice cube against her clit, and she screamed. The chuckle vibrating against her ear was low and dangerous, and he dug strong fingers into her hip to keep her from bucking as he continued to torture her, sliding the ice cube against her folds, mingling the icy burn of the melting water with her juices. When he slid a finger inside her pussy, her entire body trembled as she clenched around him. It only took a second finger and two quick thrusts before she came, barely managing to hold back his name on her lips as she screamed her pleasure.

There was no time for her to recover; he pushed her legs open and slammed his cock into her while she was still riding the waves of the orgasm. Her thigh muscles quivered as she took it; with her hands bound, she had nothing else for leverage. She came twice before he pushed forward onto the ground and spewed his seed all over her back, her name on his lips the sweetest thing she’d ever heard. She lay there for a long moment, listening to the crackle of the fire and the sound of their breathing, then let out a quiet sigh when he undid her bonds and her blindfold.

“Come,” he commanded as he pulled her to her feet. “Let’s take a bath.”#p#分页标题#e#



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In the morning, she cracked open an eye and rolled over, her muscles loose and limber from the massage he’d given her last night. The welts still smarted, but she relished the pain; it was a constant reminder of her sexual growth, of her good fortune that a man like him would take it upon himself to teach a woman like her.

Mark was up already, standing buck-naked in front of his wardrobe as he decided what to wear. The early morning light glinted off his black hair, which she knew from running her fingers through it was thick and wavy and sinful. Definition was carved into every muscle of his powerfully built body; his broad back flexed as he rifled through his shirts, his ass and thigh muscles rippled as he shoved his legs through a pair of slacks that cost more than she made in six months. It always made her incredibly hot at work to know that he wore nothing beneath them.

He turned, then, and his eyes, the color of black coffee, met hers with that intensity that always took her breath away. A lazy, predatory smile curved his lips as he strolled toward her with that slow, rolling gait that made her think of a panther prowling his domain. The bed creaked under his weight as he settled on the edge of the bed, his big hand cupping the side of her face.

“You sleep in too late,” he murmured, leaning down to brush his lips gently against hers.

“You get up too early,” she countered sleepily, but she stretched her arms overhead as she sat up, letting the sheet fall to her waist. Mark’s eyes latched hungrily onto her nipples, which were pinker and slightly enlarged from last night’s activities. Lowering his head, he tongued one of them, and she sucked in a sharp breath—they were still sore.

“We can’t afford to be late today,” he said with a regretful sigh as he pulled back. “Ride with me this morning. We have things to discuss.”

Puzzled, Katherine showered and dressed quickly, then grabbed a bagel and some fruit from the kitchen before sliding into the passenger’s seat of Mark’s silver Mercedes. He was silent for several minutes, and she took the opportunity to eat her bagel. She was licking crumbs off her fingers when he finally spoke.

“I imagine that you haven’t bothered to check, but you have vacation time coming up next week.”

“I do?” Katherine frowned as she pulled out her organizer and flipped through the book. “Oh. Yes, you’re right. Do you need me to postpone it?”

“That would be against company policy,” he said dryly, “and I’ve already broken more than once company policy with you.”

Katherine only grinned. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to take a vacation then. Although now I need to figure out where I’m going to go.”

“Actually, I was hoping you might stay.”

Katherine blinked. “But I thought you said I had to take a vacation?”