The Billionaire's Bet 2, A Hot Call(17)

“I’m going to claim you now,” was all he said before he plunged inside with his hard cock. I gasped and moaned as he pushed inside, feeling a strange sensation whenever he reached the end of his member. There was something there, something hard and spiky.

“Oh, ouch,” I said. Each time I made a noise he pounded harder into me.

“It’s a cock ring, Julie. This’ll give you an orgasm that’ll blow your mind.” He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me closer, pumping further into me. I squealed with each push, his rigid shaft teasing my G-spot together with the cock ring. I’d never experienced this before, but it was magnificent.

“Come on Julie, do it. I’m not going to stop unless you do,” he commanded.

Smack, smack! Two times he came down on my butt, making me yelp. The hot, sizzling pain aroused me. He thrust so violently, the whole bench shook. His fingers grasping me, delving into my skin.

“I can’t … I can’t,” I muttered.

“Yes. You. Can. Do it, now.”

But I couldn’t. My nub was spent and my G-spot too sensitive. I couldn’t build it up, no matter how hard I tried.

He jerked his cock out with a grunt and stomped over to me. “Alright then. Guess I’ll have to let you do the work.”

Dominic stood right above my head, his cock twitching close to my face. He took off the cock ring, which had tiny silver knobs on the outside, and threw it aside. Then he stepped forward and nudged his member against my face.

“Open your mouth.”

I did what he asked and he pushed inside. I could taste my own sweetness dripping off him.

“Lick it,” he commanded with a low voice.

My tongue was already working on it, sucking him off from top to bottom. He was thick and twitching in my mouth each time I reached the tip. I circled it and went down on him again. If I could use my hands, it would’ve been so much better, but they were still chained up behind my back.

I looked up and saw his eyes looming down upon me, hungry, lustful, like an animal.

Dominic moved with the rhythm of my tongue, gently swaying back and forth into my mouth. His pace increased as my sucking did. He pushed himself further into me, helping me lick him. And I let him do it.

“Oh, god, I love this. I’m fucking your mouth, Julie. Don’t you mind?” he said.

I shook my head with his cock still inside. I was bound and trapped, being used for his pleasure, but it was the most erotic thing ever.

He laughed and moaned at the same time when I teased his tip.

“I can’t control myself if you do that,” he said. His thrusts became more frequent and fierce. He grabbed my hair and kept me in place as he pulled his cock in and out.

“Oh, Jesus, I’m going to come,” he muttered.

“Yes, master,” I muttered. I was so horny from what he’d done to me, I didn’t care for anything other than wanting him. Didn’t care that he was practically riding my face. I wanted to feel him come, to taste him.

He moaned a couple of times, each louder and louder, and I felt his member swell inside my mouth. It pulsated and he let out a groan, arching his back forward, so his glory was pushed further into my mouth.

I could feel the seed being shot out into my mouth. The warm, saltiness slipped down my throat as he thrust into me.

“Oh, Julie!” he screamed.

It was hot and all I wanted was to please him. I was becoming what he wanted and I liked it.

I swallowed it all and when he took his half flaccid cock from my mouth he wiped my face with the back of his hand. Then he just stood there, bent over, panting. His eyes gauged mine for a reaction, but all I could do was take deep breaths, just like him.

“That … that was … Jesus,” he muttered, and he laughed. “God damn, Julie. I never knew you’d be up to so much. I’d thought you’d ring the ‘red’ bell anytime, but you just kept going like a lusty woman.”

He unhooked the locks from the wooden guillotine and freed my head.

“I just … I liked it,” I said, as he unclasped my legs. I lifted myself from the bench, but felt so woozy I lost my balance. Dominic caught me and helped me up. He sat me down on the bench and freed my hands.

“You did?” he asked. He looked into my eyes and had this shimmer in his, like he was uncertain that I was speaking the truth. “I want you to be honest with me,” he said. His fingers brushed along my cheekbones and cupped my face. “I know I’m rough and assertive.”

I snorted, hearing the word assertive. Understatement of the year.

“What? It’s the truth. But anyway, even though I am, we’re still in this together and I want to treat you right. I want to make sure you’re okay with everything, because I don’t want you to be afraid of me ever again.”