The Billionaire's Son(7)

"Please, my clothes disappeared while I was showering. I need something to cover up." I detected a note of desperation in my voice, but I couldn't help it.

His eyes were searing my body with their intensity. "It would be a shame to cover up that beautiful body. No, I think we need to straighten out this little misunderstanding first."

My eyes must have widened as big as saucers as he stepped toward me, closing the remaining distance between us. He caressed the side of my breast with his strong fingers, leaving me trembling slightly.

"What are you doing?" I managed to gasp.

His eyes bore into mine. "I'm going to teach you a lesson for being such a naughty girl." As quick as a flash, he grabbed both my wrists and raised my arms up. He managed to wrap one hand around both my wrists and pin them to the wall above my head. I was stretched out against the wall before him.

Instinctively, I lifted my knee trying to strike him, but he leaned against me with his hard body, rendering me helpless. "Let me go or I'm going to scream." I was frightened but felt a twinge of excitement growing in my pussy.

"Oh, you'll be screaming alright." He caressed my cheek lightly and then ran his finger down my collarbone, along my breast toward my pink, hard waiting nipples. A soft whimper escaped as he circled his fingers agonizingly slow around my nipple. He raised my breast up and this time there was no stopping him. He took my breast into his mouth licking and swirling his tongue around my taut bud. I felt a wet heat gathering in my pussy as his hand slowly made it's way lower. I could not close my legs because his knee was wedged between them. His hand skimmed my hip, slid lower still over my smooth mound and then his fingers slipped inside my wet slit.

I heard the soft moan escape from my lips as his fingers stroked my clit and his mouth switched to my other breast. All thoughts had fled my mind. No anger, no embarrassment, no shame; just raw need filled me. I couldn't keep still as his fingers expertly stroked my swollen clit and circled ever closer to my throbbing center. I wanted him to plunge his fingers into me to satisfy the burning lust, but still they just teased, coming maddeningly close, but never close enough. He rubbed up and down my slit, pushing aside my folds, and continued to stimulate my clit mercilessly.

I whimpered in an agony of pleasure. "Please..." My voice trailed off. Was I begging him to stop or to do more? I didn't know anymore.

His mouth lifted off my breast and crashed demandingly against my mouth. He was still pinning me against the wall with his body. My hands were still trapped in his steel grip above my head, and he was still taking whatever he wanted from me. And yet, I opened my mouth and returned his kiss. I couldn't stop myself. His tongue plundered my mouth while his fingers circled all around my slippery sex. I was melting into a sea of lust. I needed him to take me right there.

My cries were muffled by his mouth, when his fingers finally finished teasing the edge of my sticky hole and thrust inside. Two fingers plundered my pussy. My hips struggled to thrust closer to his hand as his fingers explored. A powerful tremor shook my body when his fingers stroked a spot that had never been found before.

I felt my orgasm building quickly. It was rising as fast as a tsunami, ready to come crashing down all around me. Suddenly, Derek stopped. His lips left my hungry mouth and his delectable fingers left my pussy. My eyes shot open in confusion.

"Are you sorry for being such a naughty girl?" Derek had a smug smile of victory on his face.

My brain desperately tried to refocus. What? Mortification pierced through me like an arrow. I couldn't believe I had given in to him so easily. Anger erupted just as quickly. "I...I hate you." Yes, it was a childish thing to say, but it popped out unbidden.

Derek laughed. "Naughty girl. Say you're sorry."

I squirmed in his tight grip. "Never!"

Amusement shone from his eyes. His flashed me a lazy smile while he pinched my nipple with his fingers. "You know what happens to naughty girls, don't you?"

I barely had time to think of what he meant when he picked me up as if I were a ragdoll. He carried me over to a small chair tucked in the corner of the room and sat down on it. He unceremoniously dumped me over his lap so that my ass was up in the air. I scrabbled, hanging half upside down, to gain a handhold when I felt a sharp sting on my ass. The bastard was spanking me!

"Say you're sorry." Another sharp slap to the other cheek. My ass was smarting and yet my pussy was throbbing even more urgently than it was before. I felt his finger dip inside my ass crack and slide downward. He swiped his finger over my clit before pushing into my pussy. An explosion of feeling flooded over me. I grinded my hips downward into his fingers begging for more. He pushed into me, finding my G-spot again. White hot jolts shook my body. His other hand found my clit and started stroking it methodically. I felt the intensity building rapidly. I was going to come. I felt hot juices release moments before my muscles started to spasm and contract wildly around Derek's fingers. Still his fingers worked their magic. Panting wildly, I tried to wriggle out of his grasp to stop the almost unbearable sensations. His ministrations were able to prolong the mind-blowing orgasm far longer than any I had ever had in my life.