Chapter One
I woke up to the sound of chains clinking against the bedposts.
Dreams from last night were swirling through my head. The paintings I’d done, the mindblowing orgasms I’d received from an expert tongue between my legs. Jake Carville, billionaire, tying me down naked to a bed and choking me with his huge cock.
Jake.
I opened my eyes. He was unhooking the chains from the sides of the bed. He looked like he’d just stepped out of a business meeting—his white shirt was crisp and clean, and he’d put on a new suit, one that wasn’t stained with paint. He looked down at my body and smiled slowly, his jaw dark from where he hadn’t bothered to shave. And I…
I was still naked.
It hadn’t been a dream.
“Good morning,” he said.
“Good morning.”
I didn’t talk about what had happened last night, but in my mind all I could see was the single tear rolling down his cheek. I’d failed him somehow, but I didn’t know what I’d done or not done.
He still hadn’t kissed me. Still hadn’t taken my virginity. Now, I didn’t know if he ever would. He studiously avoided my eyes as he took a small key from his jacket pocket and unclasped the cuffs around my wrists.
“How are you feeling today?”
Fine. Just fine. My arms are just fine after being chained up all night. And I didn’t even get to brush my teeth after giving you a blowjob, but hey, whatever, I’m fine.
“I’m okay,” I said warily.
I stretched my arms after he uncuffed me, rolling my shoulders. All things considered, I felt great. He must have let me sleep in.
“Only okay?”
“Well, I—ah!”
I yelped as he pushed my shoulders back, pinning me down against the bed.
“We can’t have that, can we now?” Jake murmured. “I don’t want you to feel okay, Lacey.”
His hands were moving fast, cupping my breast. He squeezed a yelp out of me.
“I want you to feel positively delightful.”
With that, he dove down and licked me. One swipe of his tongue was all it took to send my body arching against the bed. Thrills ran through my nerve endings as he kissed and sucked me. I squirmed as his tongue worked wonders between my legs, my breaths coming harder and faster.
“You’re a good girl, Lacey,” he breathed. I moaned as his fingers found my nipple and twisted it, sending a shock of heat through my chest. His other hand massaged underneath me, kneading my asscheek.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“I want you to come for me. Quickly, now,” he said. “We don’t have much time.”
“Much time for what—oh!”
He’d bent his head and sucked hard, and I clenched my eyes, bucking against his mouth. My hands moved wildly over his back, threading through his hair. I gripped him close to the scalp as he pulled me up to his mouth, laving my now-swollen clit urgently with his tongue.
I’d gone from being asleep to being wide awake. Now, as he worked me over with his tongue, I moaned and clenched my eyes. The spark of desire that had woken up with me was fanned into full flame, and inside of my chest I burned to climax. Come for me, he’d said, and I was already most of the way there. The pressure built and built as his tongue slipped in quick rhythm over my aching slit.
“I know how to make you come,” he said. The hand that had moved underneath me now slipped between my thigh, and I groaned as he thrust his fingers into me. His fingers stretched me, and the delicious friction from his thumb made me cry aloud.
“Oh God,” I moaned. “Oh yes. Yes. Yes, please—”
He thrust his fingers into me at the same rhythm as his tongue. His lips burned hot at my entrance and when he sucked me, the pressure threatened to burst me into pieces. I cried aloud as he pushed me faster, faster, sending shocks through my body with every thrust of his fingers.
“Now, Lacey,” he said, and the suction from his lips pulsed at the same frenetic pace as his fingers. I gripped his shoulder with one hand and the sheets with the other, lifting my hips to meet him.
“Oh God,” I said. “OH, OH, OHHH!”
The force of the orgasm shuddered me in thick, rippling waves. I screamed, arching my head back against the sheets. It had come so quickly, but it stayed for what seemed like hours. Light exploded through my body, and I writhed as his fingers plunged into me over and over again, sending new waves of pleasure through me.
Yesterday, he’d lavished attention on me even after my orgasm, licking and sucking sweetly at me. Now, it seemed like he had no time for anything else. He sat up, a smile of satisfaction on his face, and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief. He gently wiped my juices from where they’d smeared down the inside of my leg.