The Billionaire's Bet 3, A Risky Raise(12)

I frowned. “I’m not helpless and I’m certainly not struggling to get to you! I don’t care.”

Dominic put me down on the red sheeted bed and kept my wrists in place with just his hand. “And you’re certainly not innocent either. Trying to coax me into having sex with you.”

My nostrils flared and my lips curled downward like I’d been sucking on a lemon.

“Relax, it was a joke.” He winked. “It’s funny to see you angry.”

“Oh, really funny,” I retorted.

“It sure pushes the crappy thoughts and memories out of my head. And I have you to thank for that.” He nuzzled me, and I rolled my eyes, letting out a sigh. He gently pressed his lips onto mine and licked his way inside. I laughed from his weird kisses that were normally ravishing, which were now sweet and feathery.

“See,” he whispered. “You’ll forgive me.”

With the tops of his fingertips he pushed me down on the mattress. He crawled on top of me like the animal he was, head bowed down to leave kisses all over my body. From my legs to my thighs, up to my belly. Then the bottle appeared from behind his back, and he poured some of it into my belly button.

The coldness of it made me laugh and gasp at the same time.

His mouth covered my belly button as he sucked up the contents, swiveling his tongue in circular motions. I giggled from the strange, tickly feeling. Dominic muffled a laugh and used his thumbs to push up my shirt. He traced a line with his tongue up to my sternum and left tiny pecks in between.

Oh my, this feels good.

My thighs squeezed together as he lay down on top of me. I couldn’t help feel the need for more, but it felt wrong to give in like this. He was such a devil when it came to playing games with me, and I felt like I was giving in.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he whispered close to my ear. “You don’t want to let go, but you don’t have a choice. I’m your master, Julie. You do anything I desire and you love every part of it. Just like I do.”

He tore my shirt apart and ripped open my bra. I gasped, my mouth wide open, when the fabric came loose, my breasts spilling out. He literally ripped it to shreds.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you new clothes.”

“But I liked that one, master,” I said, as he spread my arms and placed the bottle of whiskey on the small cabinet beside the bed.

It took him only seconds to clasp my wrists to the bedpost with chains that were already there. He sat right on top of me staring down at me with that sly smile of his, like he was relishing the fact that he could do whatever he wanted.

“And I like to see you naked,” he said.

His fingers slipped down my arm, alarming my senses as he reached my breasts. He tipped over them and brushed across my nipples until they became swollen. With rigid fingers he grabbed my breasts, squeezed them and put his mouth over my areolas.

I squealed as he worked my hardened nipples, suckling, licking, massaging them with his hands. He gave the same treatment to the other breast, which made me moist between my legs.

He chuckled when he saw me writhe after he nibbled. “You have such succulent breasts, I can’t help myself.”

He crawled back down, trailing my body with kisses, and then came up. He ripped down my pants, and pushed himself back down onto me again, using his teeth to pull away my panties. His lips lingered on my vulva, but only long enough for me to feel his warm breath.

Oh my god, that feels so nice.

As I lay there, naked, he nudged my legs open, and secured them to the bedpost using a chain that was also already there. Now I was literally tied up and had no way to get out. It was exhilarating.

He bit his lip and looked at me for a second, probably admiring the work he’d done. “You know … I’m thinking of taking it a step further tonight.”

“How far, master?”

A mischievous smile appeared on his face, and he reached for a red candle and a box of matches. My eyes widened.

Oh, no … what is going to do with that?

“You do remember the stop word, right?” he asked.

“Yes, master.”

“Good. I also want you to remember what I said. Pain is not always bad. It can be arousing as well.”

He used a match to light the candle, and put the matchbox away. He came onto the bed, holding the candle in his hand, and stayed right beside me, his knees pushing into the mattress.

“This is a special type of candle, meant especially for this type of play,” he said.

My eyes widened, seeing the flame hover above me. I knew what he was about to do. I could say no, but somehow I didn’t want to. I wanted to experience more of what he had to offer.

The candle slightly askew, he lifted his hand so it hovered right above my belly. And then came the first drip.