Owned by the Billionaire(9)

I sat up, shoving his hand away and smoothing my dress down over my  thighs. "No! I gave up, it's over now!" I searched his face desperately,  but his expression didn't change. Feeling both humiliated and wildly  aroused, I resorted to begging. "Please, Mi... sir. Please. Don't do  this to me, not here, it's not right!"

He looked a bit taken aback at my vehemence. "Well, alright then. I  won't make you cum in public, since you feel so strongly about it." I  blew out a relieved, and oddly disappointed, sigh. Too soon. He went on.  "You'll have to do it yourself."

"What?"

"If you don't want me to give you an orgasm right here, then you'll have  to do it! And honestly," he leaned in, and I shivered as his warm  breath brushed against my skin. "Don't you want to? You're aching for  release, darling. Do yourself a favor and take it!"

Mesmerizing by his reassuring voice, I nodded hesitantly and slid my  hand between my legs. The minute my fingertips grazed my clit, I gasped,  biting back a moan. I was so sensitive, so thoroughly aroused by the  hours of erotic torture I had just endured, that the merest brush sent  pulses of pleasure through me. Gently, I caught my hard clit between my  fingers, squeezing and rubbing the tender nub.

"Take off your panties." His voice had gone husky, and unthinkingly, I  obeyed, sliding the damp fabric down my legs. Panting, I spread my  thighs, leaning back against the arm of the plush couch. My teasing  fingers were glistening from my nectar, and I could feel the hot liquid  seeping down my twat, all the way to my asshole. The trickling sensation  made me writhe, my hips thrusting upwards against my hand, and I picked  up speed, twisting and pulling more roughly on my swollen clit.         

     



 

My eyes had drifted shut as waves of pleasure lifted me, wiping all  thoughts from my mind. I whimpered out loud as the peak I was so  desperate for continued to loom just out of reach. I forgot where we  were, forgot even the possible listeners just outside the fitting room  door, in my overwhelming need for release. The couch creaked as Miles  sat on the other end, and the thought of him watching me pleasure myself  made me hotter than ever before. "Fuck yourself with your fingers,  darling." I eagerly obeyed the hoarse command.

For the first time, I slipped a finger into my pussy. I'd been so  repressed that I'd studiously avoided even touching myself down there,  much less slamming my finger deep into my quivering sheath. The wet heat  of my pussy, and the velvety folds clenching around my finger drove a  throaty gasp from me. But the awkward angle kept me from hitting the  special spot I knew existed deep inside, and I sobbed in frustration, my  hips lifting from the couch. "I can't... it isn't..." I opened my eyes,  gasping and groaning as that shimmering peak faded away once more.

Miles was staring at my pussy, his eyes hot. His hard cock was tenting  his slacks, a promise of pleasure that I suddenly couldn't live without.  I pulled my hand from between my legs, and his eyes rose to mine,  questioningly. I licked dry lips, gathering my courage. "Please, fuck  me. I need... please...Oh God, just fuck me already!"

He laughed and rose to his feet beside the couch. I reached out a  trembling hand and slid down his zipper, feeling his firm cock straining  against the smooth fabric. A convenient gap in his boxers freed the  hard length of his dick, with a bead of milky fluid already dewing its  swollen head. Helplessly enthralled, I leaned forward, licking the salty  droplet away. He groaned as I pulled the swollen head of his cock into  my mouth, curiously exploring its texture with my tongue. Inexperienced  but eager, I sucked on his cock until he pulled back with grunt.

"Later for that, darling!" He paused, looking down at me, and for a  moment I pictured myself, sprawled across the couch, my thighs parted  and sticky with my juices, the sweetly innocent dress rucked up around  my waist. I blushed, and he grinned, insufferably pleased with himself.  But I was too turned on to care.

"Where... how...?" My whispered questions trailed off as he held up a hand.

"Get on your knees, darling."

I swung around on the couch, bracing myself against the padded arm. A  cool breeze swept over my ass as he flipped my skirt across my back. The  delicious naughtiness of the moment sent a shiver rippling through me.

"I'm not ready to take your virginity yet, Sophia. And definitely not  here!" I moaned as his questing fingertip probed my asshole, the tender  ring wet with my juices. My body had already loosened from the prolonged  arousal, and his finger slid in easily. He groaned as he felt the  clinging heat of my body. Withdrawing his finger abruptly, he pressed  the broad head of his cock against my asshole.

I whimpered as the tight ring stretched around his hard cock, the now  familiar stretchy pain morphing into twisted pleasure. As he sank into  me, I rocked my hips back, urging him deeper. He took the hint, and I  gasped as he thrust into me, sinking his hard cock fully into my ass in a  single motion. The stinging pain and throbbing pleasure pushed me over  the edge, and I came with that first rough thrust. The coiled tension  inside me exploded into a nova of pure sensation, a tumbling fiery mass  of pleasure that surged through me in a blazing wave. I cried out as my  vision dimmed, my mind whiting out from the immense tide of bliss.

Feeling my body clench around his cock, Miles began to pound into me. He  plunged his thick dick into my asshole in time with the after-shocks,  as I gasped and clawed the couch with each stroke. Impossibly, the  incredible tension began to rise again, and I panted and moaned as he  fucked my ass, thrusting roughly into me. I could feel his cock swell  inside me, his focused rhythm faltering as his own peak approached, and  then he cried out above me, jerking and shaking as his hot load spurted  into my ass. His twitching cock sent me over once more, and I screamed  as the almost painful pleasure spread through me, nearly electrical in  intensity, leaving me tingling and limp in the aftermath.

Gasping for breath, Miles collapsed over, forcing me down onto the  couch. We lay there for a moment, panting and trembling, until a timid  knock came from the door. "S-sir? Miss? Are.. are you alright in there?"

I choked on my laughter, throttling down the inappropriate response, as  Miles pulled himself off of me. He called out a reassurance to the  worried attendant, promising that we were almost done, the whole time  shaking his head at my silent giggles. Quickly, we straightened our  clothes, catching our breaths and trying to look... well. Trying not to  look like people who had just enjoyed a rough fuck in a public fitting  room. We weren't entirely successful.         

     



 

I carefully avoided meeting anyone's gaze as we left the store. Miles  was totally unfazed by any potential embarrassment, and ordered the  delivery of around a dozen outfits to be sent to his home. When I  started to protest the expense, he just raised an eyebrow, and I shut  up. His driver pulled the car around, and we left the store, no doubt  leaving the clerks with a juicy bit of gossip they'd be repeating for  years. Snuggled against Miles in the back seat, I found that I really  didn't care. I was still adrift in a sea of warm bliss.

The comforting glow faded abruptly, when Miles pulled out his cell  phone, sudden tension gripping his frame. He frowned and then spoke, his  voice detached and precise. "Ah, it's almost time. George, take us to  the office."

I sat up beside him, concern breaking through the fog in my mind. "Why, what's going on?"

Miles met my eyes, his gaze bleak and distant. "I told you I had an appointment."

Shivering in a sudden chill, I bit my lip, and the drive passed quietly.  George dropped us off in front of a silvery glass tower, and we passed  through the doors into a shocked pool of silence. Heads turned as we  walked past the security and reception desks, and whispers broke out in  our wake. My stomach started to churn as a nasty suspicion grew in my  mind.

Alone together in the elevator, I watched him pull out a key for the top  suite, solidifying my fears. I couldn't bear the suspense, and broke  the tense silence with a timid question. "Are... are we meeting with  your ex-wife?"

A cold nod was the only response I. I hugged myself, shaking and sick  with pounding anxiety. Blinking hard, I forced down a question that I  really didn't want answered. It burned on my lips regardless.

The quiet dings of the elevator gained the weight of a death knell, and I  watched the lights blink up the long line of numbers. Finally reaching  the top, the doors opened with a soft sigh. Unable to stop myself, I  grabbed Miles' arm as he stepped forward. "Miles? Are you giving me back  to her?" My voice quavered despite my best efforts to sound  unconcerned.

His blank face slowly turned to me, nearly lifeless, so deeply had he  withdrawn. He blinked a few times, and then forced a ragged smile. "No,  Sophia, I'm not. At least," he paused and my heart dropped to my toes.  "At least, I don't think I am."