The Billionaire’s Bet: A Final Game(11)

The water from the shower gushed against my sex, and my senses were on high alert. I could feel every trickle and water spout as it set me ablaze. It made me want to go down on him hard.

I sucked his tip and moved farther down his member. He moaned as I worked his erect shaft that pulsated in my mouth. He clutched the chain tight as I licked faster and faster. He pulled me closer to him, almost demanding that I’d take him whole.

Dominic started moving along with my tongue, unable to withhold himself from thrusting. I knew he wanted it, and so did I. I hungered for him like he was my chocolate and whip cream.

I kissed, sucked and licked as hard as I could, feeling the water jet against my pussy. It was turning me on so much that I had the feeling I was about to burst. I recognized this. It was an impending orgasm.

“My god, you’re so good,” Dominic muttered.

In between strokes I tried to focus on him instead of my own pleasure, but it was a growing feeling in my core I couldn’t ignore. I tried making him come faster so we could stop, because I knew I wasn’t supposed to just come. I needed his permission.

He drew sharp breaths and his body rocked back and forth along with my mouth. The chain was tightened once more and now I was almost at his base. With his free hand he grasped my hair and helped me suck him. His back arched and a groan escaped his mouth.

I could feel his cum shoot into me and swallowed it, but when he came, so did I.

His sweet agony created a flood of pleasure down below. I moaned loudly when we came together. His warm seed spouted into me, while I sucked him, and I enjoyed the spraying of the water against my nub at the same time. My body convulsed with my contracting muscles and I could no longer support myself. My hands clenched his legs, and I gasped for air.

As he withdrew his deflating cock from my mouth his eyes lowered and he looked at me. I knew he saw me breathing heavily, clamping onto him, my thighs squeezed together, and my body shivering.

His eyes narrowed. “You came, didn’t you?”

I scrunched my lips together. “Yes, master.”

Furrowing his brows, he said, “I never gave you permission.”

“I’m sorry, master. I couldn’t stop it.”

Dominic wiped his drizzle from my mouth and took the showerhead from under me. He was silent, but his stone cold face told me he planned to punish me. I swallowed away the lump in my throat.

He quickly turned off the shower and gave me a towel. “Dry yourself.” His command was harsh fast.

He must be pissed.

We dried ourselves, and he dragged me out of the bathroom and into the new playroom. We were still butt naked, but he didn’t seem to care. He placed me near a cross standing against the wall and started binding my ankles to it. Between my legs he placed a bar, spreading my legs even farther, and strapped it tight. He pushed my arms apart and strapped them to the top parts of the cross, spreading my body apart like the Vesuvius Man. He strode to the rack where all his floggers hang and I was immediately struck by overpowering fear.

“You know I don’t tolerate disobedience,” Dominic said.

He snatched a whip from the rack. I took in a deep breath, seeing him walk back to me with that cool flair as if he was looking forward to this. He always spoke about the rules and punishment as if it was something to avoid, but to me it seemed like he was waiting for it. Like he wanted this to happen.

He hit me softly a couple of times, easing my body into being spanked. He moved the whip up and down my legs and my arms, sometimes slapping my boobs in between. I moaned, and he licked his lips.

“Seems you’re already getting used to this,” he said.

He struck me fast and hard. I yelped from the sudden pain that burst through my body. He’d hit my left thigh.

“You’ve been very naughty, Julie.”

He smacked me again, and I almost jolted up and down from the strike. It was hot and aching. I closed my eyes to concentrate.

“Open your eyes, Julie. I want you to look at me when I punish you,” he commanded.

I forced my eyelids open and saw him with a sly smile on his face. The flogger came down on my nipples a few times, but not as harsh as before. I bit my lip, the sensations making me dizzy. Although I knew it was punishment, it didn’t feel like it. Somehow I wanted him to spank me. It sent shocks through my body and my brain was giving off endorphins that made me eager for more. The pain aroused me.

“You’re enjoying this a bit too much,” he said.

My eyes widened. He exchanged his whip for a paddle with holes in it.

“Time to stretch your limits,” he said.

He loosened the straps around my ankles and wrists and forced me to turn around. Now I was facing the wall and could no longer see what he was doing.