Billionaire's Fetish(4)

Chapter 2


“Don’t move.” I knew it was going to be hard for her to obey that order but that was part of the fun. The chance that her body might betray her and she’d give into her fear. Then I’d have an excuse to punish her, not that I needed one, it’s just that it added a little more spice to our fuck sessions.

Taking one of the fat candles I held it over her concaved stomach and watched as the hot wax dripped slowly onto her flesh. She hissed and held her breath but my brave girl didn’t move. Bummer. How can I get her to disobey me so I could dole out my favorite punishment? It’s very poorly done of me I know but I so love to fuck her after punishing her. When I know she’s mad at me and wants nothing to do with me. I get hard as fuck at those times. She knows she can’t turn me away ever, she knows what that would mean for not only her but her family as well. You see though we’ve both come to love each other there’s one little something I need in my relationships. Total and complete control. I control her every move, her every thought. What she wears what she eats, where she goes, who she sees. Anyone who has a problem with that is free to walk away from my life. I don’t need judgmental assholes telling me how I should live my life. I know what I need and she knows what she wanted out of life. It’s a perfect match. She gets to wear diamonds and furs and I get to fuck her when I want and how I want. When I was a young man in college I always looked at these sorts of arrangements as sordid. I thought the men were old fools who were being shafted by young greedy women out to bleed them dry. Now I realize these men had done what society expected of them and had probably been miserable their whole lives until they got old and saw their one chance at happiness slipping away. So they threw off the shackles and went after what they’d always wanted. Not me, I decided to tell society to go fuck itself. I’m going to live my life the way I want to when I want to. I guess I’m luckier than most men in my position because I really did fall in love with her almost immediately. The fact that she made my cock stand up and take notice was a greatly appreciated bonus.

I took her mouth now as the wax hardened on her soft flesh.

“I want to hurt you baby.”

She tensed at my words because she knew what that meant she knew what was coming. I left the words hanging but did nothing. I could see the apprehension in her eyes but ignored it.

After covering her middle with hot wax I once again spread her legs as wide as the restraints would let me. With the thong’s crotch pushed to the side I decided on my point of attack.

“Don’t cum or you know what’ll happen.”

I grinned as I sunk my tongue into her pussy. I could feel her fighting her body’s natural instinct as my nose rubbed against her swollen clit. Taking some of her escaping juices I wet two fingers of my right hand before pushing them torturously slowly into her tight asshole. I knew that would be too much for her to take and I was right. Pulling my tongue from her pussy I nipped her clit with my teeth while sawing my fingers in and out of her ass and she exploded.

“Uh, uh, uh, I told you.” Her big baby blue eyes filled up with tears, which I kissed away.

“It’s okay my love, it won’t be that bad you’ll see.” I started untying her arms and legs in preparation for her punishment. My cock was so hard I could drill holes in the wall. Anticipation coursed through my veins as I lifted her from the bed and headed out of our spacious room to the playroom down the hall.

It’s my favorite room in the house outside of the master suite of course. Here there’s lots of fucking done as well only it usually comes with some form of punishment. I didn’t take her to the bondage bed in the middle of the room with its hooks and chains. Nor was it time for the St. Andrew’s cross though she detests that as well. We didn’t need the spanking horse she’d been there this morning already for mouthing off about some inane thing that now escaped me. The room was all black and silver with strategically placed mirrors strewn around. I like to watch myself sometimes when I fuck, or when I’m wielding a whip. But I bypassed all these things and dragged her over to the smother box. I could feel her pull of resistance, which only added to my heightened arousal. She hates this thing. Even more than being tied up this little toy subdues her completely and takes away all her power of movement. It was a square box padded with soft leather for her comfort. There were two holes, one on the side for her neck and one on the top for her head and face.#p#分页标题#e#

“Get into position.” She laid on the floor in front of the box, putting just her head inside. I locked it into place around her neck. Just her face could be seen through the hole in the top, there for just that purpose while her body lay exposed from the shoulders down. For a little added stimulation I tied her hands together making her feel even more encumbered, all adding to the effect. With her hands tied and her neck and head locked into place there’s nothing she could do about what’s about to happen.