Dance for the Billionaire(12)

It was bizarre to have him lead her by the hand, as naked as the day she was born, while he was still fully clothed.

At least I have my glasses on, she thought in amusement.

And his gift. She remembered belatedly.

He'd already laid a large, fluffy, white towel on the marble countertop and had a new razor, shaving cream and lotion to hand.

"Wow! Talk about being prepared!" She tried to pull her hand free of his. "How often do you do this?"

"Stop it!" He commanded, tightening his grip and holding her captive. "I  flew all the way to the Bahamas last week to conclude some business and  end my relationship with the woman I was seeing there. I couldn't even  give her one last fuck because all I could think of was you!"

"Oh, Dominic!" Warmth filled her every pore-she'd worried so much about being just another body to him.

"Are you happy now?" He was clearly not pleased that he had let her rattle his cage.

"I am," she admitted, wrapping her arms around his neck and standing on tip-toe to kiss him.

He kissed her briefly and then smacked the left cheek of her behind smartly. "Enough of that for now. Time to get you shaved."

He lifted her up onto the countertop and positioned her to his satisfaction. "Your legs will look gorgeous in stirrups."

"I can't ride."

"I meant medical stirrups," he said, matter-of-factly.

"What?" Chantelle sat up, ready to run for her life.

"Steady, now," he soothed, pushing her back against the towel. "You will enjoy playing doctor with me."

"I heard that billionaires were kinky, but-"

"We're no more kinky than other men." He made the first careful swipe  with the razor. "We simply get to live out most, if not all, of our  fantasies."

***

"You have such a pretty pussy, you shouldn't hide it." Dominic spun her  to the left so that she could see the newly-shaven mound in the mirror.  She won't exactly call it pretty, but he must have seen quite a few in  his time, so if he said it was pretty, then who was she to disagree.  "Now keep your eyes there and watch me eat you."

Chantelle watched as he slowly lowered his head to her suddenly  plumper-looking clitoris and flicked it with his tongue. The sight was  so erotic she couldn't tear her eyes away, even if he hadn't instructed  her to keep looking. He placed his thumbs on either side of her nether  lips and spread them softly.   





 

"Beautiful." He took the nub of flesh between his and tugged gently.

"Ooooh!" Chantelle reached downwards with both hands and grasped  fistfuls of his hair as she tried to pull him away and yet she circled  her hips and raised herself to offer him better access. He was right  about being more sensitive shaved-she doubted that she would be able to  wear her thong home.

"Tease your nipples." Dominic disentangled her fingers and placed her hands on her breasts.

Her nipples were already standing at attention, but Chantelle did as he  requested, lifting her head and holding his gaze as he ate her.

"Oh God, I'm going to come," she moaned as he slid a finger inside her and held it still as he worked on her clit.

"Come for me, baby." With that Dominic added a second finger, stretching  her tightness briefly before starting to thrust them back and forth.  Chantelle's body immediately went taut. A moment later she found  release. Dominic replaced his tongue with thumb of his other hand as he  straightened to watch her come apart. "Yes, baby. Come for me."

She was dimly aware of Dominic lifting her off the towel and taking her  back to his office. He placed her facedown on his desk. The cool surface  was unforgiving against her erect nipples, abrading them so they peaked  further. She heard the sound of him quickly stripping behind her and  turned her head to watch him. His body was surprisingly hairless-she  couldn't tell if it was natural or not-and his impossibly broad  shoulders narrowed to a trim waist and a six-pack she envied. Her eyes  widened at the sight of his erection as he rolled a condom onto it.

"Oh my God, did I take all of that last night?" she gasped.

"You did." He laughed, moving out of her line of vision as he got behind  her. He reached under her and molded her clit as he entered her slowly,  withdrawing to thrust forward more deeply, and then again. "Every inch,  baby."

"Enough." Chantelle moaned and raised herself slightly off the desk to  escape his relentless invasion. In this position he was going deeper  than he had the night before.

"Come back here," he commanded, using his feet against hers to widened  her stance and bring her further down onto him. Chantelle moaned as he  buried himself to the hilt. She grabbed the sides of the table and  braced herself as he tilted her behind upwards and started to thrust.  "Press your sweet ass back onto me, baby."

The desk chafed her nipples more aggressively as she moved to comply.  She moaned as Dominic came forward to meet her backward move.

"Now back it harder," he ordered and slapped the right cheek of her  behind hard enough to sting. Yet all she felt was an increase of the  maddening sensation in her clit and deep inside her where his erection  was pulverizing her passage. He slapped her behind on what felt like the  exact spot and she tilted herself even further upwards to take him  impossibly deeper. Moments later her body clenched his erection as she  came again. Instead of giving her a moment to ride the orgasm solo,  Dominic held her hips firmly and pressed past her tightening muscles,  pounding into her until he found his release.

Collapsing onto her, his weight crushing her into the desk, he said fiercely in her ear, "Yes, baby. Every inch!"

He was heavy, but it was pleasant to be squashed under his bulk, she  realized. All too soon, he straightened and rolled her onto her back.  His cock had subsided somewhat after his release, but it was rapidly  twitching into hardness again. She closed her eyes and waited as he went  to discard the protection.

She kept them closed as he returned and slid slowly back inside her.  With her eyes closed it felt as though he took forever to reach to the  hilt-he must be at least eight inches long.

He kept himself buried deep but unmoving as he took hold of her wrist  and kissed her fingers. She heard the snick of metal, but it was only as  he repeated the action on the other side that she realized he had  handcuffed her to the heavy chairs on either side of the desk.

"What are you doing?" she asked feeling panicked.

"Relax, baby, and let me take care of you."

He leaned over her and sucked her left nipple into his mouth. Chantelle  closed her eyes, wishing her hands were free to stroke the curls on the  crown of his head. Her vaginal walls clenched around him in response to  his suckling lips. Then without warning she felt a squeezing pressure on  her nipple and thought he had bitten her.

"Aw," she protested.

When he raised his head, the pain seemed to intensify. Jerking her eyes  downwards in surprise she discovered a diamond-studded panther with its  jaws attached to her now throbbing flesh. "That hurts," she complained,  trying in vain to reach out and pull it off.   





 

"That, my sweet...," Dominic soothed her with a kiss and then dipped his  head again to suck her right nipple and clamp it with an identical  device with a slim chain connecting the two, " … is intense pleasure, not  pain. Close your eyes and experience it."

Knowing that he wasn't going to remove them before she did as he  requested, Chantelle let her eyelids drift shut. Without the visual  image, the pain was bearable, even enjoyable.

"Actually, that's not so bad," she admitted.

"I told you last night, I want ‘good', not ‘not bad'." He pulled himself  slowly out of her and tugged the chain gently. She felt a flow of juice  seep out of her onto the desk beneath her. "I should break you in  gently, but-"

"I'm not a horse!" she said, indignantly.

"I know." He tongued her right nipple-first the very tip which protruded  above the clamp and then he slid his tongue under it, so that her  nipple elongated to accommodate it. Chantelle clenched her fists and  hissed her pleasure through her teeth. "You're my woman and you need to  satisfy all my kinks."

"All?" Didn't billionaires have several? "I don't like the sound of that!"

"You're too jealous to share me, so you have to provide the pleasure I  need." He ran a hand down the side of her waist and then inward to her  smooth mound. Separating the folds, he massaged her clit firmly between  two fingers. "There should be a clamp here as well."

"No fucking way!"

"We'll try that next time, perhaps," he said, as if she hadn't spoken. "Hopefully in time you'll have all three pierced for me."

"Pierced?" What the hell had she gotten herself into?

"Chantelle, I promise that I won't to anything to permanently harm you."  Once again he slid two fingers inside her and stroked her clit with his  thumb as he tried to press a third digit alongside them. "And if you  ever become distressed by anything I do, I will stop immediately. But I  will take you to heights you never imagined, if you just trust me."