The Billionaire’s Bet: A Final Game(5)

He moved to the side of the bed and crawled on like he was stalking me from behind. His chest was against me, his member pricking my back.

Dear god, this is hot.

“Don’t move,” he said with a low voice that made me quiver. I could hear the sound of his tie slipping off his shoulder. He grabbed my wrists with a fierce grip.

“Put your arms up in the air,” he commanded.

I did what he asked and raised my arms. He bound them together with his tie, making it impossible for me to move. When he was done, his fingers slowly drifted away, slipping down my arms toward my breasts. I moaned when he cupped them and then let them go right after.

“I know you want that …” he whispered close to my ear. “You want me to touch every part of your body.”

I closed my eyes from the feeling of him near me. His hands went down to my butt and he gripped me tight. “Move up.”

I pushed myself up and felt his knees and then his thighs. He wanted me to sit down on top of him.

“Put your legs back, behind me,” he demanded.

“But how?” I said.

His hand reached forward, and he slapped my nipple. The sudden pain made me jolt up and down. I wasn’t used to this anymore, so my senses were alerted right away, but I couldn’t believe how much I had missed this either.

“Sorry. I mean, how, master?” I said.

He chuckled. “Good. You learn quickly. Now, just move your legs back. I’ll guide you.”

He put his hand on my sides and lifted me up, so I could put my legs under my thighs. Then his hands were on my ankles, and he pulled them back, drawing me closer to him. I could feel his cock bouncing up and down against my butt.

I wanted to go up and down to let him enter, but with his strong hands he kept me down.

“No,” he said. “I’ll decide.”

His hands slithered over my body, back and forth, left and right, as if he felt his way across my skin. I could hear him sniff my hair as his fingers played with me. It was almost as if he was rediscovering me.

“Lower your arms, so they’re around my neck. Don’t want you to fall over,” he whispered close to my ear.

His warm breath created goose bumps all over my body. I let my hands fall down behind his neck until I felt the tips of his hair tickling my fingers. Dominic’s hands steadied me as he kissed my shoulder and neck. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the utter powerlessness.

His fingers trailed across my skin, down toward my sex. I was already getting damp, thinking about his hands on me. My legs were spread and I wanted him there so badly. When he reached my labia, a loud moan escaped my mouth.

I could hear him muffle a laugh as he slowly caressed my aching nub. “I love it when you make some noise. I know you like what I do,” he said. “You’ve been yearning for it.”

His fingers started fondling with my sensitive clit. It ached with desire, wanting more from him. I moved along with the rhythm of his fingers as he slipped up and down my sex. He dipped farther down and slathered me in my own wetness.

“Gosh, you’re already this wet for me, Julie?”

“Yes, master. I want you,” I stammered.

He chuckled. “We’ll get to that … eventually.”

His fingers were agile. The way he flicked back and forth over my knob, sending shocks through men. He left pecks all over my neck, my jaw line and my cheek, sometimes nibbling my earlobe in between. Oh, this rough, carnal-like sex was all I needed right now. Dominic was who I always needed.

Suddenly he stopped. His hand came down swiftly on my thigh.

I shrieked from the slap. I looked down and saw my skin was already getting a bit red.

“You know the safe word, right? Say it. I need to know if you remembered it,” he demanded.

“It’s red, master.”

“Good.”

He slapped me again on my other leg, and I almost jolted up from the sudden ache. It felt stingy on my skin.

His hand drifted back toward my sex, and I readied myself for more pleasure again. Then he plunged a finger into me and circled it around inside me.

Dear, god, yes!

He pushed in and out, creating a feeling of utter need. It felt delicious, and I bit my lip in desire. My core was on fire.

His free hand drifted toward my breast and started working on my nipple. He circled my areola and pinched my nipple. I moaned when he tugged it. Him playing with me was too much to bear.

“I’m going to come, master,” I said.

Smack, smack!

“Ouch!” I yelped.

He’d slapped both my boobs. The painful pang sizzled on my skin.

“No,” he said. “I didn’t give you permission.”

His fingers released my sex. I panted from his touch. I didn’t want him to leave, but I knew this was punishment for almost coming. Shit, I needed him to feel me again. I’d do anything for it.