Coerced (Billionaire romance)(8)

He tossed the paddle to the chair and went to her prone, shaking body.

Tears wet her cheeks and her eyes were squeezed shut.

He dragged a fingernail lightly across her reddened and angry flesh, bright red, tiny pinprick-sized blood spots emerged in certain spots.

Perhaps he’d been a little too exuberant for her first punishment.

He never lost himself during a session.

Hell, he hadn’t even planned to play this night. She pushed him like no one else had.

Years of practiced experience went down the drain. He was like a fucking kid, anxious to play with his new toy.

Get it together, Sutton.

But she was so achingly beautiful, so vulnerable to his every touch and desire.

He shocked her by kissing her tenderly on the abused skin of her ass.

Running his tongue over the angry redness while he ran his finger down the cleft of her behind.

“Your ass...is made for this. Your body...is a man’s wet dream.”

“Do you have to beat me to get off?” she asked, her voice watery, scared.

“I’m not a sadist if that’s what you’re asking,” he answered. “But the giving and receiving of pain can heighten one’s pleasure exponentially.”

“How?”

He smiled indulgently as he ran his palm over her ass cheek. “Do you feel the heat in your skin? Do you feel how sensitive it is?” At her shy nod, he said, “You’re never more alive than when you’re in the throes of pleasure or pain. To marry the two is sublime.”

“I think it’s messed up. Maybe I should be the one with the paddle and we’ll see how well you like being spanked.”

Sutton laughed, enjoying her spirit. “I’m not the submissive sort.”

Not that he hadn’t tried it out. God, that experience was burned into his brain like a hot coal.

Sutton was never one to shun a new sexual experience, no matter how outside his usual comfort zone.

But he quickly found that being dominated wasn’t his cup of tea.

Unfortunately, the dominatrix had been looking forward to taking things to the next level by strapping on and shoving a dildo up his ass.

Yeah, not his thing. But speaking of sticking things…

“Roll over and spread your legs.”

Elizabeth slowly complied, wincing as the bedding scraped her tender skin.

Her pussy was the sweetest he’d ever seen.

The pink, plump lips were dewed with her feminine juice and he could nearly taste her unique flavor already.

“Tell me of your deepest, darkest desires,” he instructed her as he sank to his knees, pulling her to him so that her pussy was right at his face.

“I don’t have any,” she protested, squirming a little when he dipped his finger between her seam, testing her wetness.

“Don’t lie. Everyone has desires. Secret lusts. Share yours with me.”

“I really don’t have any,” she said with a hint of desperation as if she were afraid of what might spill from her lips.

Sutton spread her lips to find the tiny, swollen nub at the core of her and applied a little pressure with his fingers. Her wild breath charged his blood.

“Do you fantasize about being fucked by two men? Two cocks at once? One in your mouth, one in your pussy? Or perhaps, one in your pussy and one in your ass? I could make that happen.”

She shook her head wildly, genuine distaste in her expression and he felt oddly relieved.

He’d never been one to be possessive about his playthings — the more the merrier was a good policy — but he did not want to share Elizabeth with anyone.

At least not yet. Perhaps after he’d had his fill…but not before.

He flicked her clitoris, eliciting a gasp from her parted lips. “Do you fantasize about dressing up in a maid’s costume, pleasuring your man on your knees?”

“No,” she said, her breath coming more quickly.

Sutton slipped his tongue between her cleft, seeking out that sweet button, teasing it until Elizabeth couldn’t keep her moans behind her teeth.

He wanted to know what spun her wheel but he also knew Elizabeth wasn’t going to share so easily.

She closely guarded her private self that much he could discern from the short time they’d known each other but he hungered for more.

He wanted to know her deepest, most shameful secrets, ardent desires.

Patience, Sutton.

Yeah, except he wasn’t a patient man by nature.

But for now, he was a single-minded man and that would have to do.

And for now…all he wanted was Elizabeth.

***

Elizabeth was spiraling out of herself and into a place she’d never been.

Pleasure unlike anything she’d known, yet instantly craved like her body needed air, superseded her shame and horror at what was being done to her and by whom.

Oh, holy Jesus...that tongue...so wicked!

His name bubbled on her lips. Through sheer force of will, Elizabeth refused to call out his name like a cheap slut getting banged in the storeroom after-hours.

But she wanted to die from the sweetness cascading down her limbs, ricocheting through her body, the epicenter of her bliss radiating from her core and sending shockwaves pulsing like an epic explosion of happiness.

Don’t give in! Don’t...ahhhh, too late...

She came hard.

There was no help for it.

Sutton, as in all things, was merciless.

Driving her endlessly toward that final moment, knowing that she was helpless to stop him.

Her thighs quivered and her belly trembled in the wake of her orgasm and for a long moment, she couldn’t do much more than gasp like a fish tossed out of the pond to land on the sand.

But soon enough Sutton was climbing her body, his cock bobbing as he reached her face, a satisfied grin on his handsome mug.

Don’t look in his eyes. Don’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that you were lost to his touch that you would sink to your knees and do whatever he asked, if only he would do it again and again.

But she was a novice at this game and Sutton, a master.

He didn’t wait for her approval or invitation and sealed his mouth to hers.

She tasted herself on his tongue and it thrilled her beyond anything she could imagine.

Was she secretly as deviant as Sutton?

The thought scared her but she didn’t have time to dwell. Sutton demanded her full attention.

His tongue danced with hers as he pulled her arms up over her head, capturing them firmly.

Her breasts were upturned, begging for attention, which he quickly obliged.

Sutton sucked the pink nipples in turn, making her feel as deliciously wanton as a Hollywood starlet with a reputation for getting around.

In that tiny moment, she was just a woman being consumed by a hot, virile man — she was no longer, the shy, fat, artist who hid behind her art and kept to herself for fear of rejection — and it was liberating.

“You’re unlike any woman I’ve ever known,” he said silkily against her lips, nibbling down her neck, nipping and sucking as he went. “You intrigue me.”

But the hungry jab of his cock against her belly told a different story. Perhaps one Sutton wasn’t eager to share.

Was it possible that Sutton Buchanan, a notorious bad boy and ruthless businessman, felt something for her, something more than simple lust?

Not possible. Don’t dabble in fairytales. You’ll only get hurt.

She squeezed her eyes shut and lost herself to the pleasure because that was better than allowing the doubt and insecurity ruin the moment.

But it wouldn’t have mattered.

All rational thought fled when Sutton rose up on his knees and roughly pulled her legs up over his shoulders, positioning her right where he needed to shove that hard length deep inside her.

He didn’t give her a chance to think and simply pushed his cock inside, taking great pleasure in slowly, but assuredly sinking balls deep inside her wet sheath.

There was no pain, not even the slightest.

No, not pain...just pleasure.

A separate kind from the violent sparks that’d ignited her clitoris...this pleasure was deep, abiding and radiated through her entire body in wells of shuddering wonderful and she couldn’t breathe from the scope of it.

Her walls stretched with delicious efficiency as her pussy swallowed Sutton’s cock, taking it without issue, no matter his girth or size and Sutton’s guttural moan was like gasoline on fire.

Desire slammed her like a mack track barreling down the freeway without brakes.

Oh God...this was why people went to war...this was sublime.

To be completely filled with cock, was a pleasure she couldn’t possibly have known but one that made her slaver for more.

Was she a slut at heart? Was she destined to hunger for that which would destroy her dignity and integrity?

Sutton gripped her legs, leaning into her for better leverage. His face, damp with sweat, hard and determined, but glazed with hunger, was a beautiful thing.

Why did he have to be so damn hot?

He rammed his cock into her, hitting a spot deep inside her that reverberated with pleasure with each hit and she thought she might lose her mind from the wonder of it.

But before she nearly lost herself, he stopped and pulled out to quickly roll her over and put her on her hands and knees. She was too aroused to be mortified, not that it would’ve mattered.

Sutton was already plunging deep inside her again before she could blink and this time he squeezed her ass hard as he pounded her and she moaned like a beast, loving this position even more.

The deeper penetration was mind-blowing. Sutton reached around and sought out her clitoris as he fucked her.