Seducing the Billionaire(8)

So with those intentions clear, Jasmine went faster, her tongue rolling around his girth while her hand felt and lightly scratched whatever it could get a hold of. Ethan stiffened beneath her, grabbing her hair, her shoulder, and then the top of her back as he inched forward on the couch and attempted to fuck the back of her throat. Jasmine took a deep breath and kept at it. I can take it. She would prove it to him, even as he groaned in orgasm and nearly choked her with his seed as it filled her throat.

She eased off him shortly thereafter, almost expecting him to cast her aside and tell her to go home. Some men were like that. They saw some tits, got off, and then sent the poor woman packing. Jasmine regretted ever letting him come so soon. She should have at least made him stick it in first!

Except he didn’t tell her to leave. Instead he pulled her hair back from her face and wiped something away from the corner of her mouth. It was almost… romantic? Jasmine was not prepared for the flood of feelings rushing into her heart. Not even when he said, “Now we can play the long game.” Ethan yanked the tie off her shoulders and pulled it around her forehead, blindfolding her as he tied it tight in her hair.

“What…”

“I told you I have certain tastes. What, you think I’m a meager man who is happy with just some head?” He tipped her chin up, although she couldn’t see him through the dark tie. “That was to take the edge off. Now I can play with you. Next time I come will be between your legs. Bare. You like that the sound of that?”

From the way she shuddered on her knees, Jasmine was guessing so.

“Good. Let’s go.”

He stood up, taking her with him and guiding her around the couch and toward the master bedroom. Blindfolded, Jasmine couldn’t enjoy the décor as it passed her. She couldn’t even say what color the bedspread was when she hit it, her body bouncing from the force and wanting to give over to the comfort. Jasmine wasn’t on the bed for three seconds before Ethan dragged her toward the headboard. So strong! So decisive! I don’t have to think about anything. This man and his tastes, whatever they were, were probably going to destroy her. She could only hope.

Without knowing what it was, where it came from, or how it worked, Jasmine’s wrists were pushed against the headboard, where they were fastened securely on either side of her head. When she approached this man in the bar downstairs, she never thought he would tie her up as his sex doll. Hurry up! Even that thought surprised her. No man she had been with before ever went this far. Who knew being manhandled and explicitly told that she was an object of his pleasure was so… so… hot?

His thumb pushed into her mouth and lingered there before meandering from her chin to her exposed breasts. Right. The dress was still on, hugging her waist and protecting her thighs. Jasmine couldn’t do anything about that now, though. Ethan was too busy kissing her again, his hands spreading her legs open so they could round her ass and flick against her lingerie.

“You like that?” he asked, doing it again. Jasmine shivered, her arousal heating her up between the legs as Ethan pulled on her underwear and made her legs writhe against him. “Say it. Tell me that you like it.”

“Yes!” The word was a gasp from her teeth. You’d do it too if a man like this was rubbing your panties against your slit! “Do whatever you fucking want to me. I’m yours.”

“I fully intend on doing whatever I ‘fucking’ want. First you’ve got to get me hard again. Can you do that?”

Jasmine whimpered in her binds, desperate to rip off the blindfold and see this handsome man devouring her with his eyes. “Just tell me what to do.”

“Be your gorgeous self. That’s all.” The lingerie snapped against her mound. Jasmine held her legs open, as vulnerable as she could be, even after Ethan slipped off the bed and did God knew what. “Oh, and I suppose you could be nice and loud. That would help.”

She wanted to be loud already just from his thumb coming achingly close to her center. Buttons unsnapped. Breaths hurried. Fabric tore as Ethan the hotel stranger yanked her underwear off. Jasmine couldn’t help but yelp – especially when Ethan bent between her legs and did the last thing she expected.

Oh my God! That was the being who gave Ethan a tongue like that. If it were powerful inside her mouth, it was worse – better? – now as it snaked between her legs and tasted her slit. Sometimes it was gentle going up, but coming back down it was quick, unforgiving, and desperate to make her wet. Not that Jasmine needed much help with that. Just being tied up in Ethan’s bed was enough to make her wet for him!