The Billionaire’s Bet: A Risky Raise(4)

He strengthened his grip around my butt, squeezing his fingers into my flesh. His eyes flicked back and forth from my bouncing boobs to my lustful eyes. He drove into me a couple more times, groaning louder every time, before exploding inside me. I could his member pulsating inside.

He panted, and rested his head against my forehead, his eyes closed. My legs fell down to the ground, and he let his head slip to my shoulder. His arms brushed mine as his hand slipped up to my back and pulled me into his embrace. I could hear his heartbeat, feel it against my chest, as he slumped against me.

“Jesus …” Dominic muttered.

I snorted. He started laughing. He held me tight and buried his nose into my hair. We were a hot mess, but neither of us cared. We loved each other’s company and affection. That was all that mattered.





Chapter 2



Dominic cleaned off the toys we’d used with a special sanitizer. He asked me to wait in the hall, right in front of the bathroom, while we were both still naked. I knew we were out of the playroom, but I had trouble figuring out when he was still my master, and when he was just Dom.

When he was done, he turned on the water in the bathtub, threw in some oil, and let it fill completely.

“Come,” he said, and he held out his hand. The look in his eyes was so soft and genuine, as if he was infatuated.

I stepped forward and took it. He led me into the bathtub, and when I sat down, he nudged me a little forward. He sat down right behind me, and I could feel his warm body pressed against my back.

He grabbed a bottle and rinsed off my body with a luscious soap. It was nice to feel his hands on me in such a loving way. I didn’t want it to end, but of course, we couldn’t stay in the tub forever.

He put his head on my shoulder and wrapped his arms around me. The water soothed and comforted my still sensitive skin.

“I have a surprise for you,” he whispered into my ear. I turned around to look at him, searching his eyes for a clue.

“Ah, ah, keep your head straight, or I won’t give it to you,” he said.

I rolled my eyes, but turned around again to face the wall. Always teasing me.

“I know you said you wanted to be loved more. To be in a relationship. Well, to me, as a dom, a relationship is defined by a mark.”

Did he just say ‘a mark’? I’d read about this in the contract I’d signed with him, about him being able to mark me. To make me completely his. Was this it?

Dominic reached over the tub and pulled out something from underneath. I tried not to peek. He pulled out a leather strap with rings attached to it and a small heart shaped diamond. He showed it to me and then strapped it around my neck.

“It’s a collar. I had it custom made for you.”

I swallowed when he fastened it with a click. My hand instinctively went to the leather collar, feeling the material that was closed around my skin. It was soft, the rings were cold and the heart shaped diamond locket hung down my neck like a necklace.

“It fits beautifully,” he murmured, and he kissed my shoulder. “Here, take a look,” he pulled open a small cabinet standing beside the bathtub, and pulled out a tiny mirror, which he gave to me.

I held in front of me and stared at the piece bound around my neck. Now I was truly his. This was a token of possession. Bound by him, to him.

“Does it scare you?” he said.

I shook my head, and I could feel the material move with me.

“You don’t have to wear it permanently. Not yet, at least. I want you to get used to it, but only when you’re comfortable with it. You can take it off any time you want, but remember to push yourself to your limits; otherwise you’ll never experience being a true sub.”

I nodded.

He kissed me on my cheek and put his arms around me, just below my breasts. “I hope you like it. Giving you this means a lot to me. I wouldn’t give this to just anyone. It means—”

“That I belong to you,” I interrupted him.

“Exactly.” He buried his head into my shoulder and left tiny pecks on my skin. It felt strange to wear this thing, a collar, because I knew it could be used as a way to subdue me, to force me into submission. But I also knew it meant love. It was his way of loving me, of showing me he wanted more than just sex. I was really becoming his.

When we came out of the bathtub, Dominic led me to the playroom again and told me to wait. He was already fully dressed, but I was still naked and shivering. He grabbed something out of the drawer and held it up for me.

“I want you to wear this today, underneath your clothes,” he said. It was a bra with thick patches on the inside that weren’t noticeable on the outside.

“What’s that?”

“It gives pleasure to your nipples whenever I use my telephone.”