Submitting to the Billionaire(16)

"It's time, little butterfly."

"Time for what?" she whispers, her body trembling.

"Time to pay the debt."

She swallows the lump in her throat. "This is  …  difficult for me." She stumbles into silence, her cheeks taut with tension.

Awww  …  I've got a shy one. "Don't worry, I'll make it easy for you."

"I won't let you humiliate me," she vows. The defiance brings color up  her creamy throat and into her face. I like that. I like it that she  won't just roll over and play dead. Nevertheless, I can't be satisfied  with anything except complete submission. I need that. From her I want  absolute obedience. Total control.

"Take your clothes off."

"What?" Her face shoots up, shocked.

"Disrobe for me, beautiful Star."

"What, here?" she cries.

"Uh  …  huh"

"Can't we do this in a bedroom?"

"Don't worry, you'll be doing a lot of that there too," I mock.

She stares at me. Her face is flushed. The usual suspects: champagne, embarrassment, and pure sexual arousal.

"Well?"

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip. "I'd like to finish my coffee first."

I smile. "It's already cold."

"What if someone outside sees me?"

"They can consider it an unexpected perk of the job."

"You are a bastard."

I walk away from her and sit on an armchair. "Relax, little butterfly.  There's no one out there, traipsing about in the dark, just hoping to  get a glimpse of your delectable body."

"This is cruel."

I shrug. Cruel. She has no idea.

Her bright blue eyes accuse me, but she stands up.

"Get on the coffee table and face me," I instruct.

"Why?"

"Because I said so."

Her knuckles show white as she clenches her hands into fists. I watch  the emotions play across her face. Her mouth is a straight line when she  climbs on the low table, but she is a little wobbly on her feet, and  that little unintended show of vulnerability makes my cock jump. I'm  going to enjoy riding this sweet filly. She fiddles with the clasp at  the back of her neck, and for a few second holds on to it, and stares at  me with hostile eyes.         

     



 

I raise a careless eyebrow. The gesture is calculated to annoy her. I like it when she is raging and glorious.

With a glare of fury, she lets the material fall. It slips down her  breasts, skims her waist and belly, and gets caught at her hips. She  pushes it down roughly. She is being deliberately unsexy.

She has no idea that it is her reluctance that is the major turn on.  I've had willing pussy too often. She tries to kick off the material  pooling at her ankles, and nearly loses her balance. Her arms flail as  she straightens herself.

Weirdly, my heart jumps into my throat. The thought of her tumbling down  and hurting herself fills me with a strange dread. It's been a long  time since I cared about the wellbeing of another human being.

Her underwear is plain white. I should have expected it.

"Lose the underwear."

Her fingers slip beneath her panties' rim. The gesture is instinctively  slow and sensuous. Worthy of a first-class stripper. She was completely  wasted on that fool. Then, she remembers to be outraged, and pushes the  cotton briefs unceremoniously down her legs. She stands before me naked,  her palms covering the triangle between her legs.

I watch her intently. Saying nothing.

Slowly, her hands move away and hang by her sides. Her pussy is freshly  shaved. The sight of her deliciously sexy body on full view makes my  blood pound. God, I want to take her right now.

"You shave your pussy?"

She looks at me defiantly. "Nigel likes it."

She wants to anger me, but she has no idea how much fury pours into me.  It almost makes me want to hire someone to smash every bone in his body.  I keep my jaw straight and eyes cold.

"Figures," I murmur mildly.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she demands furiously.

"I think you know exactly what I mean."

"As a matter of fact I don't. You better spell it out.'

"Babies and little girls have no hair, Star."

"How dare you?" she rages. "It's a personal preference."

"It's my preference that you no longer shave while you are here. I want you to be natural."

"Fine," she says tightly.

My blood throbs with a mix of anger and lust. A dangerous combination.  "Now sit down, open your legs, and show me your little cunt."

I see the flash of anger, and how much she wants to refuse, but she sits  down, and parts her legs. At the sight of the pink slit I inhale  sharply.

"Wider."

Her thighs move further apart, and I see how wet she is. That makes me smile. I stand and walk up to her.

"Lie on your back," I order.

"Why?" Her voice is shaky.

"Just do it." For a moment, she freezes like a deer in headlights. Then  she swallows her anxiety, and lies back as naked as the day she was  born.

I stand over her and look down at her naked body on the dark wood. White  and all mine. In the yellow light her skin is creamy and flawless. I  gaze at her chest, at the rose tipped peaks. There is a bruise at the  side of her right breast. A love bite. The sick asshole left a love bite  for me to find. Silly man. There will be nothing for him to find by the  time I am finished with her.

Her full lips are pursed and her hands are lightly placed across her  abdomen. In the silence of the room her deliberately slow, deep  breathing betrays her attempt to remain calm and in control.

But she is not.

I am.

I trail my fingers slowly down her chest brushing across each breast. I  feel her heartbeat rise as my fingers make their way down to her belly  button and stomach. I let my hand drop lower and nudge apart her legs.  She tightens her muscles against my hand.

"Poor vagina. It's been waiting for a real man's touch."

"Don't kid yourself," she snaps, but her voice is shaky.

"Pretend all you want, but we both know the truth, little butterfly."

Her breath hitches as I draw my finger between her pussy lips.

I stick my honeyed finger in my mouth and suck it slowly whilst I keep  my eyes on her shocked expression. She tastes like ripe peaches washed  in rainwater. So fucking sweet.

She scowls at her body's betrayal.

I sit on the table alongside her. Then I reach down and fist my hand in  her hair. She gasps with surprise. After the passion, the anger will set  in again, but now, now she is mine to play with. My fingers slip down  her body. Pinching her nipples making her moan. Moving lower. Feather  light touches. My hand parts her thighs. For a second she fights me. I  can force my way in, but not tonight.

That is for another time.

I bend my head and swoop down on her nipple. I suck it until her thighs  fall open. My finger enters her and her mouth opens at the sudden  intrusion. I move my hand from her hair to clamp on her mouth. Her eyes  widen, and she tries to eject my hand. I strengthen my grip and watch  her glare intensify as she loses the battle. My finger moves in and out  of her. I feel cruel. She makes me feel things I don't want to feel. I  cannot allow her to have so much power over me.         

     



 

I add a second finger. I pump them hard and furiously. I never let up as  she writhes against me, twisting on the table top. She screams as she  breaks apart. It is violent. As I knew it would be when I clamped my  hand over her mouth. Her body jerks and clenches, and she gushes  uncontrollably. Her fluid drenches my hand and spills on the table.

Her eyes stare at me with shock.





Chapter Twenty-One





Star




https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6dOwHzCHfgA

Died in your arms tonight





I think I am dying. It is the only way I can describe the sensation.  Everything starts leaving me. There is nothing left in the world but me  on that table with his hand sealing my mouth shut, my legs wide open,  and the friction of his long fingers working me. Forceful, fast,  possessive. Then even that goes and I disintegrate and become one with  pure pleasure. Waves and waves of it.

But it doesn't last. I don't die. I come back. To voiceless sobbing and  acute embarrassment. His fingers are still inside me, and I've squirted  all over his fine furniture.

I look up into his cold eyes and I think they will mock me, but they  don't. His eyes are more beautiful than anything I've ever seen in my  life. I feel breathless. I am transfixed by his eyes. I feel as if I'm  being sucked into them. The water is cold but it is impossible to  resist. It pulls me deeper and deeper.

Slowly, he takes his hand away from my mouth and I inhale a shuddering  breath. His head swoops down. To my shock, I feel him swirl his tongue  in the folds of my sex. The strokes are luxurious, gentle, lazy, sure.  My skin starts to feel like it is on fire.

He says something, but it is a guttural rumble to my ears.

He eats me out, taking his time, sucking, licking, biting, until another  orgasm tears through me. I gasp for breath, panting like a stranded  fish. He holds me through it all, watching me with those cold, cold  eyes. I stare back helplessly.