The Billionaire’s Bet: A Risky Raise(5)

I flushed and bit my lip hearing that. He handed me the bra, and I put it on.

“Here, wear this too,” he said, and he gave me an elegant black dress. “I want you to always look your best.”

When I was fully dressed, he kissed me on my temple. “I’ll be off to work now. You have my permission to write your books.”

I chuckled. “Great. Finally some alone time,” I said with a wink.

“Oh, don’t count on it, Julie. Alone time is sparse when you’re living with me.” He winked. “Anyway, I’ll see you later,” Dominic said, and he ran down the stairs and closed the door behind him.

I spent the rest of the day writing my books, sipping tea and eating expensive cookies like a rich guy’s housewife. Sometimes I couldn’t help gloat from that thought. And even though we had our ups and downs, I still thought I was lucky to have Dominic all to myself.

Suddenly my boobs started vibrating.

I squealed and almost knocked over my tea. I looked down at my bra, and felt the patches underneath buzz against my nipples.

Oh dear lord.

The phone rang, and I had trouble picking it up as the titillation on my breasts was sending shocks down to my privates.

“Hello?” I said, my voice wavering.

“Where are you?” The sound of his dark voice was all I needed to recognize him.

“I’m in the living room,” I said, my cheeks glowing from the vibration still going on against my boobs.

He chuckled. “Do you like the vibrator against your nipples?”

I flushed. He was in his office and he felt the freedom to talk like that? Did he have that much privacy that he could just call me up and have phone sex with me?

“Yes,” I said. “It’s … different.”

“Hmmm …” he said. “I like different. Makes life much more exciting. Now, I want you to caress yourself.”

I swallowed. “What? Where?”

“Julie. Don’t forget to call me master. Just because I’m gone, doesn’t mean the rules change.”

“Yes, master.”

“Good. Play with yourself down below. I have one rule however; you must not come unless I tell you to.”

I bit my lip and let my hands sink down my body. I stared at the laptop screen in front of me, while my hand dove between my legs.

“Are you fondling with yourself?” he asked.

I let my fingers slide up and down my labia. The feeling, mixed with the vibrations against my breasts, was exhilarating. “Yes, master.”

He chortled. “Let me hear it. Let me hear you enjoy yourself.”

My cheeks got redder by the second. I moaned into the telephone as I stroked my clit. My panties were still in between, but I could still feel it, and it was quickly turning me on. Moisture built up between my folds.

Dominic groaned. “Nice. You know, I’m playing with myself too, right now. Just thinking about you makes me want to come.”

My eyes widened, and the mere thought of him jerking himself sent shivers down my spine.

“Go upstairs. To the playroom.”

“Okay, master.”

I did what he asked and went upstairs, using the banisters to keep myself from slipping. The delicious humming was throwing me off balance.

When I reached the playroom I looked around. “Okay, now what, master?”

“Grab the pink vibrator and use it on your clit, but remember, you can’t come.”

I took a deep breath and grasped for the vibrator lying on the table. I nudged my dress up and pushed the vibrator against my pussy.

My breaths became faster and faster as it worked my sensitive spot.

“Yes, Julie, pleasure yourself. Come on, let me hear you,” he said with a growl.

I moaned at the sound of his voice and the humming against my folds. The buzzing in my bra became more intense as he upped the volume. I panted, feeling my core heat up. The moisture slowly dripped down my legs as I circled the yummy thing against my knob.

“Bring yourself to the brink, but do not come or I will punish you,” he commanded.

I had trouble not climaxing right at that time, but I forced myself to do what he asked. I wanted to give him what he wanted and I wanted to show him that I could do it. My breaths became hisses and I couldn’t stop the moans escaping my mouth.

Dominic groaned, and I could hear squishy sounds on the other end of the line. I imagined he used lube and was rubbing himself quite harshly.

“Now stop,” he said.

The vibrator dropped to the floor. My muscles were strained. I could feel my nub pulsate, and I wanted to come so badly, but knew I couldn’t. He quit right before I exploded.

Oh, the sweet agony.

“Insert the vibrator. Then go downstairs and put on your coat. There will be a limo waiting for you.”