The Billionaire's Bet(11)

My hands fumbled to undo the clasps of my bra. As it dropped to the floor, I shuddered and dropped my hands beside me. My fingers hooked around the lace of my panties and I pulled it down completely. I was naked, facing the wall of this make-shift dungeon, and I hungered for his love.

I heard his footsteps before I felt his arms around me. He pulled me into his embrace. His fingers slithered up to my breasts and cupped them, gently massaging them. He groaned in my ear. I was ready to slip away under his touch. A sudden pinch got me wide awake. My areolas were being squeezed between his index fingers and thumbs until my nipples were stiff.

“Hmm, nice and puckered,” he murmured. “Alright. Go stand over there, between the chains on the ceiling.”

He directed me toward a plateau in the middle of the room and hoisted down some chains hanging from the ceiling. “Hold up your arms,” he said. I did what he asked and then he bound my wrists with leather straps to the chains.

“Spread your legs, too.” Dominic lifted my feet and placed them where they should be, then put straps on my ankles. I was completely nailed to the floor. Legs wide, arms high up in the air, shackled, totally nude.

When he came back up from the floor he just gazed at me, his lips curling up into a devious smile. “I like my girl chained up.” He ran his hands down my breasts and pinched my nipples again until I squealed. He seemed to enjoy agonizing me, looking at his broad smile.

He stepped closer onto the plateau, moving his hand across my spine and now he was only a few inches away from me. I could feel his breath on my face as he inhaled and exhaled. “Do you give me permission to kiss you?” he asked.

I was a bit dumbfounded by his question. “Um … yes.”

A smack against my butt followed. The pain followed after. A cry escaped my mouth.

“Yes what?” he said.

“Yes, master,” I mumbled.

Dominic smacked me again, it wasn’t as painful as the previous one, but still made me shriek from the abruptness of it. He enclosed my mouth with his, smothering me with his tongue to make me silent. He explored my mouth with eagerness, while rubbing his hand over my aching skin. It was soothing, but a gentle reminder of the force he’d use to make me do what he wanted. I was his and had no control. Giving it up was hard, but it was also the most erotic thing I’d ever done. Letting someone be in complete control over your body was a new and titillating experience for me and I wanted more of this. Of him.

When Dominic’s lips parted from mine again, he licked his lips and stepped off the plateau. He took off his shirt, button by button, right in front of me, as if he was trying to kill me. Figuratively of course, but I couldn’t wait to get my hands on those tight abs and smooth pectorals. If I ever got the chance.

He walked to the table and grabbed a scarf which he then put over my eyes and knotted it behind my head.

“Taking away your sight will heighten your pleasure, Julie,” Dominic said.

His footsteps were all I focused on. Moving around me, circling me. I didn’t know what he was doing or what I should expect. Every sound was much louder to my ears now, as if they picked up things I wouldn’t have when I could still see.

And then came the painful pang on my breasts. “Ah!” I shrieked. He’d slapped it with his bare hand, I could feel his fingers linger on my hardened nipples as if they were his prize. And then came another smack on my other breast. Each time my breath faltered. The pain was sharp, but the burning skin that felt hot afterwards was arousing my senses.

His hands slipped across my body, over the painful skin and I hissed when he touched it. He growled and put his lips on mine only for a few seconds. His hand suddenly came down with fierceness on my pussy. I never expected this much pain, but it was exciting and something new entirely.

“Ouch!” I screamed. He groaned near my ear and sucked on my earlobe, then moved around to my backside.

“Now this is my idea of fun,” he said.

Dominic’s hand came down on my butt again. After every smack he would caress my aching skin, rubbing it in circling motions. He slapped me again and again with the back and front side of his hand, back and forth from one cheek to the other. I squealed and my legs were shaking beneath me.

His hands cupped around my butt. He steadied me. “Settle down,” he said, his voice insistent. I felt his fingers travel from my butt to my belly, each motion making me shudder, taking in breaths as if I was preparing for the next blow. But it didn’t come. Instead, he massaged my boobs and caressed my waist, until he reached my inner thighs. Up he went to my longing folds, nudging them aside, stroking my sensitive nub. Oh, how I wanted more.