Owned by the Billionaire(15)

An odd, salty taste grew in my mouth, and I swallowed hard, as I slid  even faster up and down his throbbing dick. The straining thigh between  my legs quivered, and then went rigid as Miles' back arched, lifting him  from the pillows. He bellowed hoarsely as his cock twitched in my  mouth, his whole body jerking in time with its convulsions. The thick  stream of his cum shot into my throat and I swallowed hard again and  again as he shook with the force of his orgasm.

Then it was over, and he slumped down into the pillows, panting. I  lifted my head, reluctantly releasing his still-hard cock. It had been  deeply arousing to have such power over him, and my panties were  drenched with frustrated desire. Suggestively, I ground myself against  his leg, and he chuckled weakly, still breathless with the afterglow.

"Well done, darling." He looked upwards pointedly, and I saw that his  hands were still in the position I'd dictated. "With your  permission...?" He quirked a sardonic eyebrow. Teasingly, I stayed  silent, and his eyes narrowed ominously. His leg lifted between mine,  and I gasped at the surge of pleasure as his thigh brushed my throbbing  pussy. "Or would you rather not have my assistance?"

I laughed giddily, still tingling with the rush of dominating him, of  forcing pleasure onto my commanding lover. "Alright, you can move your  hands now." Cautiously, he lowered his arms, shrugging his broad  shoulders to loosen the tight muscles.

"Why don't you lie down, darling? I need to fetch a few items."  Dreamily, I obeyed, settling against the mound of pillows and closing my  eyes. My fingers drifted down, sliding under the edge of my panties  until I caught my clit between two fingertips. The hard nub felt hot and  slick, and my muscles tensed as my clever fingers went to work. The  winding tension in my belly had faded away, but quickly rebuilt as I  pinched and teased my sensitive, swollen clit.

A sharp smack against my wrist made my eyes pop open. "Have a little  self-control, darling!" Pouting, I linked my hands across my belly.  Miles arched a suggestive eyebrow, and flicked his gaze upwards. My pout  deepened even as I raised my hands over my head, sinking my wrists into  the pillows. Turn-about was fair play, it seemed. He nodded, satisfied  at my apparent submission. As he turned away, I pressed my thighs  tightly together, slightly twisting my hips. Maybe I didn't need my  hands... My eyes drifted shut once more.

The sudden stinging slap against my belly made me yelp. Miles frowned  down at me. "Don't think I don't know what you're up to, Rachel." He  leaned over me, his arms coming down on either side and trapping me. I  held my breath, waiting for the terror I'd felt earlier to return, the  despairing helplessness. But to my utter relief, only warm trust filled  me. I grinned up at the scowling man. He wasn't impressed, and his frown  deepened even as I fought down giggles.         

     



 

"I'm quite serious. Don't you dare cum until I tell you too, Rachel. The  consequences will be severe." Obediently, I tried to look scared. He  wasn't fooled. He shook his head at me in mock disgust, and then turned  away. My curiosity stirred as I watched him move around the room.

Dawn had broken during our encounter, and a hazy light filled the  formerly darkened space. It matched my mood beautifully, and I nearly  laughed out loud, bubbling with happiness. Miles was opening drawers in  the heavy wardrobe, apparently inspecting and discarding unrecognizable  items. My jaw dropped as he pulled disturbing lashes and ropes out,  clearly bondage toys. Was that a gag? With a satisfied grunt, he finally  pulled free a few long, silky scarves and something long and shiny,  which he quickly wrapped up in the fabric.

The warm tingle had faded into somewhat more sane worry as he walked  back towards me, but I couldn't help admiring his naked form. His hard  cock bobbed with each step, still eager for my body, and lean muscles  rippled in his arms and legs. He was utterly unashamed of his nudity,  confident and assured, and my pussy throbbed in renewed need.

He knelt beside me, shifting me on the bed, and pleasure jolted through  me from even that careless motion. Concern rose within me as I realized  how close to release I already was. Could I hold out until he gave me  permission? Somehow I doubted he'd make it easy for me.

He held out a silk scarf, its deep red color nearly black in the growing  light. "I'm going to blind-fold you, Rachel." At my wide-eyed stare, he  went on, reassuringly. "It's for your own good, darling." Not comforted  in the least, I let him wind the scarf around my eyes, smooth and  tight. It totally blocked out the light, returning me to the darkness. I  trembled as he brushed his hand down my body, his finger flicking my  clit teasingly. His weight shifted, and I jerked, startled, as his lips  brushed my ear. "I'm going to take your virginity now, Rachel. Are you  ready?"

I swallowed hard, licking suddenly dry lips. It had seemed like forever,  but I'd actually only known this man for a day and a night. And there  was no contract between us now. Did I really want to let him deflower  me? I'd been such a good girl, had been saving myself for marriage...  Did I want to give that gift to a near-stranger? I hesitated for a long  moment, and then nodded, jerkily.

"Excellent." His hot breath traveled down my throat, and then his lips  closed over my pulse. The wet heat of his mouth surged through me, a  lick of fiery lust that made me whimper. He sucked painfully hard,  leaving his mark on my skin. I panted as he slowly worked down my body.  Not being able to see seemed to heighten my sense of touch, and I was  quivering long before he finally settled between my thighs. He blew  across my swollen folds and I moaned, struggling for control. I fought  down the pleasure twisting in my core, desperately clawing back from the  edge of climax.

His flickering tongue had barely touched my throbbing clit when I lost  that hopeless battle. I cried out, jerking up off the bed, as the  twisted tension in my core shattered into a tingling spray. Vibrating  shocks of pleasure rippling through me, waves of sensation that left  goose-bumps on my skin. My pussy clenched again and again, tightening  painfully on nothing, as the after-shocks swept down my legs. Miles  laughed, smugly pleased, and the chuckling vibration against my  over-sensitized clit was nearly painfully intense. Whimpering, I tried  to squirm up the bed to escape him.

His hands clamped down my thighs, foiling my attempt. As the searing  pleasure faded away, I slumped back to the bed, panting for breath. He  gave me a few moments to recover, before straddling my trembling body,  his rigid cock pressed against my belly. I froze, suddenly intimidated  by its firm girth. But his next words wiped that concern completely  away.

"I'm disappointed by your lack of discipline, darling. I see you need  more training." I shook my head, a spike of fear shooting through as he  ground his hard cock against me. "Remember your safe word, darling. I  promise to stop if you use it." I felt him lean in closer, his forehead  brushing mine, a bare inch between our mouths. "But only if you use it,  do you understand?" I swallowed and nodded.

"Good." He sat back up. "I'm going to tie you to the bedposts, since  you're a bit wiggly this morning." He started on my trembling legs,  sliding off my damp panties before wrapping my ankles with the silky  fabric and securing them to the bedposts. The restraints were tight, but  not painfully so, and I still had a little bit of movement. He bound my  wrists next, leaving me spread-eagled and blind across the bed.

I squirmed on the bed, fighting down a surge panic at being so helpless.  Miles' voice drifted over from the side of the room. "The knots are  quick-release, darling. If you have to, you can just pull on the loose  ends at the inside of your wrists. But I'd rather you didn't." I gasped  in a breath, fighting down the irrational fear, and twisted my hands to  find the loose ends. Catching the fabric between my fingertips calmed  me, and my pounding heart slowed a bit as the budding panic attack faded  away.         

     



 

A sudden weight dipped the end of the bed, and I froze as Miles' moved  up between my legs. I felt totally exposed to him, my most private areas  wide open, and my legs trembled as I pulled against the ankle  restraints reflexively. I jumped as his warm hands gripped my ankle and  then slid up my calf, massaging the tight muscles. He worked up my legs  and I slowly relaxed under the soothing caresses. A hot jolt of pleasure  burst through me as his thumb brushed against my pussy.

"You're so wet, darling. So hot and ready for me." I blushed, but he  went on, tracing a finger delicately down my cleft. "I don't want to  hurt you, so I'm going to stretch out that tight pussy a little bit.  But..." His finger tapped sharply against my clit, making me gasp. "I  don't want you to cum until I'm inside you, Rachel. Do you understand?"