Pawn of the Billionaire(40)

“I want you to put the condom on me entirely by feel.”

Her face turned sightlessly towards me. “Blindfolded?”

“Blindfolded,” I agreed, grinning. I took her hand, pressed the open packet into it, and rolled onto my back beside her.

She sat up, drawing a sharp intake of breath as her breasts swung and pulled on the clamps. With one hand she held the packet while her other hand reached out to me, feeling. I lay back, smiling, with an unaccustomed feeling of contentment. This was fun, much more fun than I could ever have anticipated. I pushed away the thoughts of caution. I was going to enjoy myself.

Then I hissed in sudden arousal as her hand reached my belly. With cautious movements, she slid her hand along and down, following the arrow of hair towards the base of my cock. Her fingers were hesitant to touch me, and I watched with amusement as she brought the packet to me. She managed to get the packet off, but she didn’t seem to be able to feel which way to start rolling it. So she took my cock in her hand. I was so rigid and close to the edge that I had to clamp my jaws together and tense myself against the urge to thrust upwards.

She placed the condom on the tip of my cock, her face creased in concentration, the tip of her tongue poking out between her teeth. I reached over, put my hand over hers and turned it over so that it would roll the right way.

“There you are. Now you just have to roll it down.”

As she concentrated on rolling it down my shaft, I concentrated on not exploding.

At last she was done, and her hands dropped from me. I pushed up onto my elbow. “Thank you, Toni. Well done.” I touched her face. “I’m going to take those clamps off, and then I’m going to fuck you.”

She nodded wordlessly.

I smoothed the hair back from her face. “Will you keep the blindfold on, or would you like me to take it off now?”

She thought for a moment. “I think I’d like to keep it on if that’s all right. But, if I want to change my mind, can I pull it off?”

Dear sweet Toni, she had no idea.

“Yes, if that’s what you’d like.” And I watched as she nodded acceptance.

I slipped my hand between her legs again. I wanted to get her closer. I slicked along her pussy lips and gently slid my finger inside. She took a deep breath, and I lifted, pressed against the front wall, found her G-spot.

“Toni, when I take the clamps off, at first it’ll hurt like crazy as the blood rushes back in. But then it’ll make your orgasm much stronger. And so will the fact that I haven’t let you come for the last twenty-four hours.” She was moaning under the movements of my finger, so I didn’t think she’d really heard what I was saying.

As her hips began to thrust up towards my finger, I pulled away and parted her legs. As I swung my way into place, my cock nudged at her entrance.

I swiftly loosened the nipple clamps and pulled them off, dropping them to the floor in my haste to enter her. Her sharply indrawn breath and the twist of pain in her expression showed as the blood engorged her nipples.

“Hands behind your head,” I ordered her, my voice cracking. I shook my head. Keep control, James.

Then I entered her with one swift thrust, dragging her hips up to mine, filling her.

She arched up towards me with a cry of primal need and I knew there was no way I could delay her climax longer. My own grunt was as urgent and I pounded into her with increasing speed, my hand covering both of hers, keeping her pinioned beneath me.

It was only a moment or so later when I felt my balls tighten into my body and I felt the quivering need to explode radiate through my body. I scraped my face alongside hers, my mouth drawing in the flesh of her shoulder, and I felt her center squeeze around my cock as she threw her head back and I saw her face, the blindfold, and beneath it her mouth open in a silent cry.

As her orgasm rippled around me, I exploded into her, biting back my own shout.



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We lay tangled together, sated, gradually letting our breathing come back to normal. How could I let her go? We were so well-suited. I loved her instant obedience when I needed it, and I also loved her occasional sassy remarks — and the fact that she could usually judge when was the right moment not to try it.

Most of all I loved her independent mind and spirit, the way she’d insisted that she was going to make a success of her own idea, make her own security, but had realized that a bit of help wasn’t cheating and had accepted my help. My heart swelled that she hadn’t accepted my offer just because I was rich, although I was so glad that I’d known how to help her get her app up and running. I grinned up at the ceiling, I’d have had a much worse job helping her if she’d wanted to make something else.