Owned by the Billionaire(16)

I nodded blindly, and heard him sigh. "Use your words, darling." Despite  my trembling, fearful arousal, I couldn't help smiling at that familiar  complaint.

"I promise not to cum too early." A long silence indicated his dissatisfaction. "Sir."

"I accept your promise." His solemn words gave it surprising weight. I  gasped as his hands slid up, framing my pussy. He spread the soft folds  delicately, exploring every nook and cranny as I panted, squirming. I  felt a fingertip brush against the virgin entrance to my body. He pushed  into me slowly, filling the aching hollow tenderly, and I squeezed  around his finger. He groaned, pushing harder, and my hips rose to meet  him, urging him deeper.

Another finger joined the first, stretching me slightly as they sank  into my body. His knuckles pressed against my pussy as his fingers  plunged into me, searching for the special spot deep inside. Then I  gasped as he found it, jerking with each thrust of his hard fingers. The  coiling tension began to build inside me once more, and I moaned.  Turning my head blindly, I sank my teeth into my upper arm, trying to  distract myself with pain. I heard a hoarse chuckle from my tormentor,  and the fingers pulled free of my throbbing pussy, achingly empty. I  twisted, yanking against the restraints in frustration.

Something cold brushed my pussy, and I cried out in shock. It was hard  and slick, feeling like ice against my pussy. The smooth knob pressed  against my entrance, gradually pressing into me and I whimpered at the  cold touch. It slid into me slowly, the hard length working deeply into  my body, and as I panted at the foreign sensation, it started to warm,  no long freezing cold but merely chilly. Its motion halted for a long  moment, and then it began to thrust in and out of me, each smooth slide  into my pussy making me gasp. The firm touches deep inside of me, and  the stretching at my entrance sent surges of pleasure through me,  tightening the erotic tension in my belly.

My muscles tightened around the invader, clenching the slick surface,  but unable to halt its pace. I gasped and shook, my hips rocking against  each thrust, fighting down the pleasure filling me. Thankfully, after a  few more forceful shoves, it was pulled free of my body, and I slumped  in relief as the threatening peak receded once more. Miles rolled the  smooth cylinder, now hot from my body, across my belly thoughtfully.  "Very good, darling. Let's take this up a notch, shall we?"

I whimpered a faint protest, but he rightfully ignored it. He leaned in,  and I arched off the bed as his shockingly hot mouth lapped at my  pussy. His tongue darted into my entrance, and then his mouth slid  upwards, his lips closing on my clit. I pulled on the restraints as he  nibbled the sensitive nub, jolting me with raw pleasure again and again,  until I begged him to stop. The rising tide of pleasure had swept me  upwards, forcing me towards the peak I was desperate to avoid. I clung  to the solid feel of the scarves as a distraction, straining against the  restraints until they bit painfully into my wrists. After an eternity  of this sensual torment, he tired of the game, and pulled away once  more.

"Are you ready for me, darling?" He murmured, teasing my entrance with  his thumb as I quivered and shook. I nodded desperately, and then spoke  before he could chastise me. "Please, please fuck me. Oh God, please  fuck my pussy!"

A pleased grunt was the only response, and then hard hands gripped my  hips, lifting and tilting me. His weight shifted as he rose to his  knees, and then I felt the blunt head of his cock probing my throbbing  pussy. The hard cock found my entrance, and pressed inwards, stretching  me more than ever before. I whimpered at the sudden pain, and felt a  soft kiss brush my forehead. He paused, letting me adjust to the thick  girth stretching my pussy, then pushed forward a bit more. Slowly, he  worked his way deeper, each short thrust sinking a bit further, until he  reached an obstacle.         

     



 

My hymen, still miraculously intact. His voice was a bit strained. "I'm  afraid this next bit will hurt, darling. My apologies." With that, he  thrust hard into me, sinking his cock fully into me in one sharp motion.  A tearing pain shot through me, and I muffled a shriek, sinking my  teeth into his shoulder. He froze, groaning as my pussy reflexively  clenched around his cock, until I released him. With another whispered  apology, he pulled out and then thrust back into my aching sheath.

I whimpered, all pleasure lost to the pain, as he pounded into me again  and again. His hand drifted down between us, and his thumb ground  against my clit. As the sting faded away, pleasure once more built  within me, surging with each thrust of his hard cock into my throbbing  pussy, in time with the rough pressure against my clit. I rocked my hips  against him, and he picked up speed, his thick dick sinking deeply into  me in a fast, jolting rhythm. The tension in my core built once more,  shockingly fast, and then with one last thrust I was forced over its  edge, clawing at the sheets as an immense wave of pleasure rolled  through my body, a vast surge of sensation overwhelming my senses.

Miles moaned as my clenching pussy tightened even further, and he jerked  and strained over me. I cried out as his cock twitched deep inside my  throbbing pussy, his hot load shooting deep inside of me. The echoes of  orgasm rippled through me, smaller surges of sensation that tingled down  my legs and blanked out my mind as Miles' panted and shook above me.  Finally spent, he collapsed onto me. I tugged on the quick-release  knots, and slipped my wrists free, running my hands down his sweaty back  as he gasped for air.

He laughed, catching his breath, and then rolled off me. I sat up,  removing the blindfold and freeing my ankles, before cuddling in beside  him with my head resting on his shoulder. We lay there together, adrift  in the after-glow, for quite a long time. I had nearly fallen asleep  when he finally spoke.

"Thank you, darling. What a magnificent gift you have been!" He sounded  almost awed, but his words sent a cold shiver through me.

"I wasn't a gift, and you know it! I was a trap." I tried to halt the  bitter words, not wanting to start another fight with my lover, but I  couldn't stop the over-flowing guilt. "We have to stop your ex-wife,  Miles, it's not right that she's won!" I started to apologize once more,  ashamed at being used against him that way, but he hushed me with a  gentle finger across my lips.

"She hasn't won anything, darling." His hand slid down my cheek as I sat up to stare at him.

"B-but the votes... you agreed to vote her way, you were really upset!" I  was floundering, as the solid truth I had thought I'd known dissolved  into quicksand.

"I had gotten rid of my voting stock just before the meeting, darling.  I'll bet Clarice was royally ticked when she learned that! And it's not  like the agreement would have held up in court, anyways." He smoothed  back a wandering tendril of my hair.

It took a moment for his meaning to sink in, and then I felt sick, my  stomach churning as bile rose up in my throat. "Th-the thugs... you let  them... Oh, God." I jerked away from him. The scale was the betrayal was  numbing. I had been so hurt, so scared and violated, for no reason at  all. He could have stopped the attack at any time without any sacrifice  whatsoever. But he hadn't.

He looked a bit uncomfortable, which I was dimly glad to see. Maybe he  wasn't a sociopath after all. "I am sorry for that, darling. At first, I  wasn't sure that you weren't a part of her plot. And then, once you  were so brave for me and I realized you were truly innocent, well, I  couldn't give in to her too easily."

I stared at him blankly, and he went on, sounding infuriatingly  reasonable. "If I had just handed over the votes, she'd have been  suspicious. She could have checked on my stocks with just a phone call,  darling, and once she'd known the truth, the bitch would never have  given you back to me. She had to believe my reluctance!" He looked just a  bit smug at the clever trick he'd pulled on his ex-wife.

My fists clenched and I flew off the bed, suddenly desperate to escape.  Snatching up my discarded t-shirt, I yanked it down over my head. Dimly I  heard words, but the buzzing in my head drowned out their meaning. I  became totally fixated on finding my underwear instead. I couldn't leave  in just a t-shirt! "Where are my panties?" I interrupted the stranger  sitting up in the rumpled bed. He looked distressed. Too damned bad.

"Rachel, darling, don't you want to talk about this?" I shook my head  violently, and then nodded just as hard. Finally finding my wayward  panties on the floor, I turned my back to the bed and yanked them on.

"I just have one fucking question for you, darling." From the corner of  my eye, I saw him jerk as the venom hit home. "How did you get rid of  your stocks so fast? Surely she'd have noticed a transaction of that  size. You can't move billions of dollars that easily! She had to have  known." The truth of my words struck me, and I froze in mid-stride  towards the door. "She had to have known. Oh, fuck me, the two of you  were in this together, weren't you. This really was some sick perverted  game." I gulped for air, trying not to throw up as spots danced before  my eyes.