Owned by the Billionaire(26)

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?"