Coerced (Billionaire romance)(7)
“Spider monkey? I wouldn’t even know what that looks like.”
Unfortunately, Elizabeth did. “I watch a lot of the nature channel,” she said in her own defense, lest she come off as a weirdo with a thing for monkey penises.
Good going, let’s try to steer the conversation from less obviously strange territory.
“Fascinating.” Sutton removed his shirt and kicked off his shoes.
She made a small, involuntary gasp when he went for his belt buckle.
He stopped. “The pants have to come off eventually.”
“I know that.”
“Good.” He unbuckled his belt and stripped his pants, tossing them to the fancy ottoman at the foot of the bed.
She’d almost sighed with relief when it seemed he was content to leave his underwear in place but her hope was misplaced as he shucked those, too.
His cock sprang free, jutting out, pointing, stabbing and she wanted to run.
“Does memory serve?” he asked, a slight grin curving his lips.
Yes. It was as big as she remembered. And her mouth watered as inexplicably as her downstairs warmed at the sight.
Shameful!
How was she possibly aroused by him? Was she a deviant?
Did she crave this degradation?
This need to be dominated by a demon of a man who’d in one fell swoop answered her prayers and secured her ruination?
“Elizabeth.” His voice, stern...commanding. “Come. I want you at my feet. Kneeling before me.”
There was no sense in refusing. He had her by the short hairs and he knew it.
And there was something oddly arresting about kneeling at this powerful man’s feet, staring up at him, knowing that she was in his complete control.
In order to win the prize, she had to play the game, right?
Elizabeth walked soundlessly across the plush carpet, kneeling as instructed.
“Did you wax?”
“Yes.”
“Everywhere?”
She burned with mortification. She’d never been bikini waxed, much less waxed in her nether regions, front and back.
Her vocal chords were pulled tight, making words impossible. Instead, she jerked a short nod.
“Good girl,” he praised, running his fingers lightly through her hair, soothing and petting with a gentle touch. “Take my cock in your mouth. I wish to see my beautiful pet with my cock in her throat.”
Beautiful.
The word scratched against raw nerves. Beautiful had never been a word used to describe her.
Sometimes, on her best days, cute was applied but always with a modifier of ‘for a chubby girl,’ which as any plus-sized girl knew, completely destroyed the intent behind the supposed compliment.
But somehow, she sensed that Sutton meant it.
He was a cruel bastard but thus far, he’d only ever been honest with her.
He gave no false promises and neither offered pretty platitudes.
Sutton was blunt but seemed to have no need for lies.
She closed her eyes and allowed the fleshy head to pass past her lips, beyond her teeth. Her tongue danced along the shaft, tasting and exploring.
There was something so powerful about giving pleasure in this way. She wished she’d discovered this passionate act way before Sutton.
She hated that he’d been the one to introduce her to it but she supposed the reality was Sutton would be the one to introduce her to everything carnal.
Sutton grunted her name, the sound sending shockwaves of pleasure skittering down her spine and seconds later, hot cream filled her mouth and after a split second of hesitation, sucked it down.
A sigh rattled out of Sutton as he sat heavily on the bed, breathing hard, high points of color dotting his chiseled cheeks. “That mouth...fuck. Talent, Elizabeth...fuck, yes.”
Elizabeth warmed under his praise and started to rise until she remembered his stern edict and remained on her knees.
She didn’t want to be punished — though she could only imagine what that might entail. Wetness slicked her insides and she squirmed a little, discomfited by the realization that she liked sucking Sutton off.
The power gave her a thrill that seemed out of character but she liked it.
Liked it a lot.
Made her wonder what else she might like.
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What the fuck was wrong with him? Sutton felt ready to pass out.
His heart was banging like a frantic drummer pounding the kicker pedals on a meth-fueled set.
He could barely catch his breath.
God, she was hot.
Elizabeth remained on her knees, like a good girl, just as he’d instructed her earlier.
“You may stand,” he allowed, feeling generous. When she rose, her knees reddened from the pressure, he said with barely concealed desire, “Take off your dress.”
Her eyes widened with distress, darting to the light. “Can we—“
“No.”
He rose to stand beside her, pulling her close. Her soft body felt maddeningly luscious against his and he fought to keep his voice from betraying his need.
“I like your curves,” he said, going straight to the point. “Everything about you is soft and lush, womanly in every way.” To illustrate, he reached up to fill his hand with her tit, squeezing gently, rubbing his thumb over the suddenly tightened nipple. “I want to see all of that beautiful body, do you understand? You will never hide in the dark with me. So, when I tell you to get naked for me, you’ll do so without hesitation. Do you understand, Elizabeth?”
Tears sparkled in her eyes but she nodded. He slowly brushed his lips across her mouth. “You taste like honey.”
“You don’t have to say things like that.”
“I know.” He released her and nodded. “Take off your dress.”
This time she didn’t hesitate, though her hands were trembling.
She inched the dress up over her head and he could’ve sworn he’d caught the tiniest catch in her breath as she tossed the dress to the floor.
She was a goddess, a vision that sparked a hunger so deep, so visceral, that he could only stare as if he’d been struck by lightening and he were quickly burning to a crisp.
Her tits, so round and tasty with tightly budded pink nipples begged — no, demanded, his kiss — and her hips, rounded and flared like that of Alexandre Cabanel’s Aphrodite, made his hands twitch with the desire to touch but he held himself back, needing to be in control.
How was it possible that no one had plucked this tasty cherry? What was it about her that made him crazy with lust like no other?
His reaction both unsettled and invigorated.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been shaking with need for one particular woman.
He walked a slow circle around his prize.
Shoulders squared, chin lifted, Elizabeth stared straight ahead as if she were determined to cling to her dignity no matter what he had in store.
Sutton chuckled, the sound tight and forced even to his own ears.
“You have a fine ass,” he observed. Rubbing her ass cheek briefly, he shocked her with a light slap across the soft flesh.
“Why did you do that?” she asked, meeting his amused stare with reproach.
“Because it pleased me to do so.”
“Are you always going to do that? Slap me out of the blue?”
“Perhaps.”
“I don’t like it.”
He narrowed his gaze. “What you like is immaterial to me.”
But even as he said it, the words rang false. For some reason he did care. And that wouldn’t do.
If she were his plaything — bought and paid for — what did he care for her likes and dislikes?
“Go to the bed, lie down on your belly. Put your arms above your head and clasp your hands together. Do not move.”
Elizabeth sent him a dark look but did as she was told. Smart girl.
He had planned to wait to break in that pristine flesh until after he’d broken in her pussy but she needed discipline.
She was willful and prone to questioning his every action and she had to learn that her master was not to be disobeyed.
Sutton went to the closet and found his treasure trove.
He’d had it delivered, along with his personal effects before Elizabeth arrived.
Opening the trunk, he withdrew his favorite paddle, a hand-crafted wicked beast with a wide end and a comfortable grip for a respectable swing.
He approached the bed, his cock hard as granite at the sight of her beautiful, fat ass awaiting the kiss of his paddle.
He almost preferred to use his hand against her virgin flesh but he needed to make a point.
Maybe to himself as well as to Elizabeth.
“From this moment forward, you exist to please me. And when you question your master, it displeases me. For that, I will punish you.”
Without hesitation, he brought the paddle down on her behind, the impact sending a shockwave through her skin, causing instant redness as she shrieked in pain.
She started to cover her behind with her hands until he growled a warning and she clasped her hands together with a sob.
He punished the other buttock with equal force and she yelped again, her thighs shaking as she tried to hold back her tears.
“Will you question me again?”
Her silence was answer enough. He brought the paddle down again and she jerked, crying out loud.
“I hate you,” she said, her voice slightly muffled by the blanket but he heard it clear as day. “You’re an evil bastard, deviant son-of-a-bitch!”
WHACK! WHACK!
“Please stop!”
He smiled. “Please what?”
“Please...Master?”
“Very good, Elizabeth.” She learned fast. That quality would serve her well.