Blackmailed into the Billionaire's Bed(41)

Such was the excruciating pain, her head suddenly jolted violently from the pillow. However, her movement was curtailed, because her hands were cuffed to the headboard. “Please, Mac, I’ve said I’m sorry. What more can I do? I fucked up. I made a mistake. Can’t you just accept that? Please.”

Her pitiful words of contrition seemed to have a calming effect on him, because he softly said, “I know, honey, and I believe you’ve learned your lesson.” She then felt his tongue soothe the pain from her bare butt, gently kissing the heat, sting, and burn away with the merest brush of his lips. Oooh it felt delicious, orgasmic even. Such was the pleasure-pain combination, she found it impossible to keep her legs still, because they writhed uncontrollably like a dying serpent.

He laughed, obviously enjoying the scene. “Your lovely slender legs, they seem to have a life of their own. I must remedy that.”

“Don’t cuff my legs, please, I’m begging you.” Her words contradicted exactly how she felt, because she loved the idea of being completely at his mercy.

He wistfully shook his head. “Sorry, no can do, but to show you how benevolent your boss is, I’ll use something softer. Something less painful.”

Well that was a relief, because metal handcuffs could be unforgiving.

He strode purposefully to the other side of the bedroom and pulled open a drawer in the impressive-looking dresser. He then held up two pieces of flimsy material for her to see. “Pure silk? Better?”

Kendall breathed a sigh of relief. “Much. Thank you, sir.”

He then hunkered down and spread her thighs as wide as they would go, before securing each ankle to the leg of the bed with a silk tie. Despite feeling exposed and extremely vulnerable, Kendall reveled in the erotic experience. It made her feel wanton. No, it was more than that. The whole scene made her feel downright sexy. Mac made her feel like a woman—a vital, passionate woman. She knew her pussy and ass lay wide open for his personal inspection and attention.

He rubbed a hand over her butt cheeks, letting his fingers caress the rim of her puckered hole. “Mine to do with as I please.”

Mac was right. Facedown and completely spread-eagled, she found it almost impossible to move. He kissed her butt again. “Mmm, so red and sexy. I think this beautiful peach has been punished enough.”

“I think so, too. How many times can a girl say sorry?”

“I tend to agree with you, honey. So after the pain comes the pleasure.” He slid two fingers between her legs, pushing them straight inside her eager pussy. “I know my discipline turns you on, because you’re lovely and wet.”

“Yes, you’re right, and you wouldn’t want me any other way, would you?”

“No.”

Mac had charisma in spades, and her body writhed against her restraints as his moist fingers circled her clit, mercilessly teasing the oh-so-sensitive nub.

“Mac.” She knew her breathing escalated with each delicious swirl of his fingertips.

“Yes, honey?”

“I won’t be able to…” She found it difficult to speak with the undivided attention he paid her.

“Won’t be able to do what?”

When he almost painfully squeezed her clit between his finger and thumb, causing her to drag in a sharp breath, it only served to heighten her arousal further, making her voice tremble uncontrollably. “I–I won’t b–be able to stop myself from coming if you keep doing that.”

“And would that be such a bad thing?”

“No…oooh…no…quite the opposite. It feels awesome when you touch me down there.” Kendall felt her orgasm growing deliciously within her. “Just keep doing it, Mac. Please.”

Without warning, he pulled his fingers from her. “Sorry, honey, the show’s over for now.”

“You, bastard!” Her frustration getting the better of her, she rounded on him then. “You knew I was almost there. Right on the very edge.”

He laughed “Of course.” The amusement that laced his voice had the effect of pissing her off even more. She’d been so close. Those wonderful pre-orgasmic feelings starting to build and build.

“You’ll thank me for what I’ve just done.”

“I won’t.” Her response was belligerent, because she couldn’t imagine doing that anytime soon.

“Close your eyes and keep them shut, and let’s see who’s right.”

She felt his weight lift from the bed before compressing it again some thirty seconds later.

Curiosity getting the better of her, she wondered what he would do next, and she ventured, “Can I open my eyes yet?”