Celine went cold as she heard Dunn speak, knowing that she was in very deep trouble if Dunn turned out to be as dangerous as she now thought he might be…she was utterly helpless. She heard Stefan rummaging around in a closet, and she was rigid with anticipation and fear. The first stroke with the fetish whip reassured her…it didn’t hurt as much as his hand had, but it sent the same thrill through her. The ends wrapped around her thigh and struck her shaved pubis and she moaned.
Dunn was obviously aroused as he watched Celine’s nipples harden and he heard her moan as the massive nude Stefan whipped her with the harmless fetish whip that looked so real. He would never have risked marking up an employee, particularly this one that so fascinated him. He would have to be careful with Celine, she could very easily take up more of his time than he could afford.
When Stefan removed the cuffs Celine fell to the bed, her arms and legs spread, her hips writhing, almost demanding penetration. She was staring at Dunn to see what he wanted, but there was no doubt what she wanted…she was staring at Dunn’s erection with fascinating desire. “What do you want you impudent slave?” he asked hoarsely. She simply stared at his erection.
“Bring her to me Stefan!” Stefan lifted her from the bed and placed her on her knees before him.
“I…I want you master,” she begged.
“What do you want slave, I will not ask you again!” It was all Dunn could do not to lift this magnificent creature up and smother her with kisses, but it was too soon. This had happened to him before, and he knew that his ownership of her, his total control over her had to be established first. He was a quirky bastard, he’d be the first to admit it. Many times he had tried a traditional relationship, and he’d always screwed it up because of his nature, and the nature of the business he was in. This seemed to work best, but so far the longest lasting relationship he’d managed to build was with Sylvia, and even she hadn’t been able to stay with him more than three years. Sylvia liked this one…maybe she was finally the one.
Dunn opened his pants and let his painfully erect cock free. “You may put it in your mouth, slave,” he said. She jumped for his cock but he caught her head in his hands. The way her mouth was working, like a baby blindly seeking a nipple, drove him almost to madness. “You can have it little one,” he said, as soon as Stefan’s giant cock is buried in your ass.”
With a defiant look Celine spread her legs and thrust her ass in the air. “Hurry!” she screamed, “stick that huge sonofabitch in my ass Stefan, I need my master’s cock!”
Dunn bent down and kissed Celine’s parted lips as Stefan’s already lubed dick penetrated deep into her ass. “Does it hurt little one?” he whispered.
“A little,” she admitted with tears in her eyes. She was grateful when she felt Stefan’s huge dick hilt itself in her ass…and excited. Having a cock in her ass for the first time was arousing, and Stefan was gorgeous…but the best part was the realization that her new master cared. He wanted her for his very own, and he was willing to let her fuck other people while he watched (and from what he said, he might even participate). All of the things she had dreamed of at night when the other girls in school had talked about making out or having dull boring sex with their boyfriends were coming true for her in this one man, a man who had guaranteed her that if she didn’t want to keep this relationship she would at least come out of it wealthy and independent!
She had never been more horny in her life than when she began to roll her hips around with Stefan fucking her ass gently. Celine was afraid she was going to cum before she could even get Dunn’s cock inside her hungry mouth…God she wanted it!
“Now Master?” she pleaded through softly parted lips. “Can I suck it now?”
His Every Demand:The Billionaire’s Contract Part 2
Celine Powell sat in the upholstered leather seat of the Gulfstream executive jet as it touched down at the private jetport near PiezoTec’s Corporate Offices. After nearly a month in Paris, she was returning home with a complete wardrobe of custom tailored haute couture and casual dress clothes that cost as much as her first year’s salary would amount to…half a million dollars. Her paychecks, direct deposited into her personal account had remained untouched for the entire time she was abroad, had already exceeded forty thousand dollars.
The hotels had been lavish and the food amazing. Dunn had been both attentive and demanding. To Celine it seemed that the more attention he paid to her, the more outrageous his demands for her obedience had become. One night he had stayed awake with her, fucked her into total exhaustion, and confided that the P. in P. Winston Dunn stood for Peter. Then he had hinted at the fact that he had been raised “on the wrong side of the tracks.” The next night he had ordered her to put on a mask, strip naked, and wear a leash for his private meeting with the head of a French Computer Security firm. The Frenchman was dashing and well dressed, and the two men had hand fed her fresh Russian Caviar.