Owned by the Billionaire(27)

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?"

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.