The billionaire’s bet: A Seductive Deal(8)

“The one on the nightstand. Pink. Large. Pleasuring.”

My jaw dropped and my pupils dilated. “That was from you?”

Dominic chuckled. “After you practically wanted to rip my clothes off last night, I thought you could use a little something to comfort you. I know it’s not a replacement, but it does the trick quite nicely, don’t you think?”

“I haven’t used it,” I muttered.

“You haven’t? Such a shame, but actually, it was meant for your test, so that’s okay.”

“But I only read the newspaper this morning I didn’t yet … Wait; you knew I was going to come here?”

He shrugged. “I had a feeling. Like I said, I knew you’d make an excellent sub. It was just a hunch. Anyway, if you think you’re up to the job, you have to complete this test. It’s a way for me to gauge if you can handle more.”

“Okay,” I stammered.

“Here’s the deal. Use the gift I gave you for at least twenty minutes today. More is always good, but you cannot come.”

The word ‘come’ was repeated over and over in my mind like it was something to lure me into his arms.

“Don’t cheat, I’ll know it if you have. If you can do exactly that, you can come by my house this evening and we’ll begin. The address is in the envelope.”

He stood up from his chair and buttoned up his suit. I got up from my chair too. He walked over to me and placed his hand softly on my arm. “If you’re ready, I’ll see you tonight. Oh … and wear that dress you wore yesterday. It looks quite nice on you.”

He escorted me to the door and when it opened, I saw all the women that were seated stare at me like I was supposed to run in fear. Only I didn’t.

“The job is no longer vacant. Sorry ladies,” Dominic said.

Most of them sighed, others frowned or rolled their eyes, but they all went anyway. I followed them into the elevator and looked one last time at Dominic, who stood there proud and statuesque, simply waving at me until the doors closed.





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When I closed the door to my room, that pink dildo was the only object of my attention. I put down my bag and took a deep breath, before walking over to my nightstand and taking it into my hand. It was thick and squishy, though not soft, but very large. I gazed at it and dirty thoughts crossed my mind. Thoughts of what I could do with this, how long it would last, if I could do what he asked of me, if I still wanted to go through with this. The idea of obeying him was somehow arousing me.

I breathed in and out a couple of times and figured I’d just do it. See if I could make it. There was no harm in trying and his offer was titillating my thoughts. My curiosity overtook me.

I took off my shoes one by one, zipped down my pants and lowered them together with my panties. Sitting down onto the bed, I placed the dildo on top of my sex and began rubbing it across. Back and forth, back and forth. I circled it around and soon my folds began to moisten.

This feels really nice.

I rolled the dildo over my folds, making it slick from my own wetness. It was a rather sexy thought to know that Dominic had given me this toy and that it had been in his hands. Now it was all mine to play with.

Hissing, I pushed the dildo down onto my clit and circled it around. After it was slick enough, I dipped the pink cock into my pussy and moaned loudly. It felt so fulfilling inside me. I looked at the clock and noticed only five minutes had passed. I had to spend another fifteen minutes doing this and I couldn’t come. I didn’t know if I had the strength to stop myself.

I pushed it in and out, slower and faster and moved along with my own rhythm. It was so delicious and I couldn’t help but grab my boob and squeeze it. I took it out again and slithered it across my labia, stroking my aching nub.

Oh, this is too hard. Oh my God, I can’t handle this, but I must. I have to.

The resolve to do as he asked was stronger than my lust. My will to please him, so I could please myself, was all that mattered. This was new and so overpowering. I was at mercy of my own strength to deny myself pleasure.

After the twenty minutes had passed I stopped. The dildo dropped to the floor. My nub was aching like never before. I wanted to come so badly, but knew I wasn’t allowed and I wanted what he offered more than just an orgasm I gave myself, so I persisted.

Panting, I got up from the bed and grabbed a fresh pair of panties. My hands were stiff; one had marks all over it from the edge of the bed. My legs were shaking, but I put on the black cut out dress he wanted me to wear anyway. I took out the envelope from my bag and sat down on the bed again, trying to avoid my pussy as it was overly sensitive.

It was a contract indeed. Dominic had already taken the liberty of signing it himself. I read through it, noticing a lot of the requirements. He’d provide me with care, clothing, shelter, food and whatnot. In return I’d obey the rules, care for myself and do whatever this contract said. The contract had a date and legal agreement. Objectives were to reward me for good behavior, grant protection and care, regular necessities and of course sexual favors if earned. I had to perform sexual actions when asked to do so. I would take punishment in any form if I did not obey. Our safe word would be red for stopping completely and yellow to slow down or do something else. And here was the part I did not yet know. I was not allowed to leave the premises unless I had permission. Another strange part was that I might be given a mark as to show that he owned me.