Billionaire Bind: My Billionaire Boss, Part 7 (A BDSM Erotic Romance) (2 page)

I continued on down the path until I reached the hedge maze. I walked in, the temperature immediately dropping a few degrees, and took a few turns until I arrived at the first satyr and nymph statue. The forest nymph was still on her back, her face a mask of pleasure, and the satyr was still fucking her. I touched the cool white marble and remembered the last time I'd been here. Mr. Stone had me wearing a crazy vibrating sex toy that was somehow tied to where I went in the maze. I'd nearly collapsed at this statue when the vibrations had ceased to give me a rest. I let go of the statue and touched the leather collar around my neck. I'd been wearing it so long that I often forgot I had it on. Until I saw myself in a mirror or Mr. Stone held me by it. It was a reminder that I was his.

I turned around and left the maze, walking quickly back to the mansion. I was his and he was mine. I would do everything I could to help him.

*

Mr. Stone was finishing up a conversation when I returned. He came back in and tried to smile but it didn't go any further than his mouth. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his body.

"It will be okay," I said, although I didn't have the slightest proof that it would be.

"I know," he replied and then frowned, looking into a file box behind me. He reached into it and pulled out a piece of paper.

"What's this?"

He had the diagram I'd drawn yesterday trying to figure out which company owned what other company and who was licensing to who. It must have gotten mixed up with the box of contracts.

"It's nothing. Trying to see who owned who. It's all wrong."

I held out my hand for it but he waved me away, absorbed. He sat down in his chair to study it so I went to my side of the desk and sat down. Suddenly, Mr. Stone leapt up and I gasped in fright.

"You're a genius. I'll be back soon," he said and kissed me before practically bolting out of the room.

Um ... thanks?

For the next half hour I kept going through various contracts, putting sticky notes on pages and getting that feeling of being a duck on a pond: paddling furiously beneath the water but not really getting anywhere.

My eyes started to glaze over and my mind drifted off to more enjoyable things ... like Mr. Stone and his wonderful cock. Where was he anyway? Could I sneak up on him, crawl under his desk and suck his cock?

Oh, to do that in his office. I nearly moaned at the thought. Maybe it was because that was where he first spanked me, bent over his desk. I wanted to be in that room, kneeling in front of him.

This was all serious, deadly serious, but that meant we needed something to relieve the stress. He could spank me ... he could fuck me. I stood up, ready to go find him.

"I want you. Now," Mr. Stone said, clasping my neck from behind. Damn him being so quiet! I moaned and pressed myself back against him.

I felt wanton and crazed and my fantasy was overriding my mind.

"I want to go to your office. I want you there."

His breathing was heavy, like he'd been jogging. I felt his fingers tense on my collar and he brought his face down close to my throat and breathed in my scent.

"You have been obedient. I will give you what you want," he whispered and then stepped away from me and let out a breath.

"Meet me outside in fifteen minutes. I have something to do first."

He rushed out to the other room and I headed for the other door before we could grab each other again. Another moment more and we'd be fucking on the table.

Upstairs I had a shower in all of one minute and then found a silky blue dress that fit me like a glove. I wore no bra or underwear - the dress was too tight for that. I stepped into a pair of matching blue heels and silently complimented Mi-oh on her taste. I rushed downstairs as fast as my heels would allow and found her waiting outside with the Bentley. She nodded in appreciation and then opened the car door for me. For the first time ever I heard Mr. Stone behind me, his shoes echoing on the polished wood floor. He hustled me into the car and then we were off.

We didn't speak the entire way but his fingers traced patterns over my palm and then stroked up my arm and then down to my thigh. I took a lot of deep breaths and concentrated on the view outside the window, telling myself that I had permission to get hot and bothered once we were at the office.

*

We arrived and Mr. Stone took a black case from the trunk before escorting me inside. It was still a work day, albeit late in the afternoon but Mr. Stone didn't seem to care about the looks we were getting. As I walked beside him wearing his collar I realized that I didn't either. Let them look.

We went to the standard elevators and up to the office. My resolve to not get too hot and bothered started to weaken as we ascended. The elevator seemed to magnify his scent and no matter where I looked, I could still see him watching me. We reached the top floor and I followed him through to his office. The black mahogany doors closed behind us and then locked with a soft click. It was only a faint sound but it sent my mind into overdrive. The last time the door had been locked, Mr. Stone had me fuck myself with a vibrator while sitting in his chair.

"You know, we didn't get a chance to start your training," Mr. Stone said. He unclipped the case, each lock echoing through the room.

I snorted and then quickly covered my mouth at the look he gave me. No, we didn't start training but then again ...

"I told you I would earn your trust."

He opened the case to reveal a length of thin rope.

"Kinbaku means tight binding. Or sometimes people call it kinbaku-bi. The beauty of tight binding."

As he spoke he unspooled the rope and tested it in his hands. With every movement I found my desire growing. He gave me the rope and I ran it through my hands. It was soft but I could feel it was strong.

"Do you remember your safety word?" Mr. Stone asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Yes, sir," I answered. Red crept up my face. "Molotov."

"Do you trust me?" he asked, sliding the rope out of my hands.

He had asked me this question before but my answer before had been ... well, not a lie. I did trust him and he could trust me. I just had secrets before.

"Absolutely, sir."

"I'm going to tie one arm behind you and connect it to the ceiling beam. The rope will wrap around your body. Then I'm going to use a toy. But you will be the one in control of it."

I'll be in control? The devilish look on his face was making me wet just standing there.

"Please start." I dragged out the pause as long as I dared. "Sir."

"Undress. I want you naked."

There wasn't much to the dress I was wearing and I had no underwear on anyway so it only took me a moment to slip out of it and step down from my heels. As the blue folds of the dress slid down my body, Mr. Stone watched. As soon as I was naked I slipped my middle finger into my mouth to wet it and then traced it down my body. I cupped my pussy and slipped my finger inside.

I saw Mr. Stone swallow and when he moved, his hard cock pushed against the front of his pants.

"Hands by your sides," he said, his breath halting.

I slipped my finger out but couldn't help moaning as I did. I kept my gaze on Mr. Stone. He stepped closer to me and then grabbed me by the wrist. He lifted my hand to his face and sucked on my wet middle finger. I swear I almost came right then as his tongue rasped over my skin. He then pulled my finger out of his mouth and pushed my hand down forcefully to my side.

I got the message: no more disobedience.

He turned back to the case and lifted out two black eggs connected by a thin piece of plastic. I felt my temperature rising as soon as I saw them. He also held a bottle of lubricant.

"My, aren't you prepared, sir," I said. I don't know why I was feeling so cheeky. I just wanted to defy him for some reason. To push.

Mr. Stone stepped behind me and I felt him dab cold gel on my ass. I sighed as it instantly warmed and I felt pleasure coursing through me. The memory of him fucking my ass came rushing back and I didn't even realize I'd tilted my hips until he gave me a soft smack on the rump.

"Breathe, slave," he whispered in my ear. I felt a soft roundness touch my entrance and then he slowly pushed the egg inside me. A moment later he pushed the other one inside my pussy and I held both in place.

Working quickly, he looped the rope around my waist, across my breasts and down between my legs. It was tight but not uncomfortable. As he looped it between my legs, I felt the thin rope press against my clit. There was no way those eggs were coming out now with the rope in place.

As soon as he had this done he pulled my right arm behind me and slowed down. First he looped around my wrist and then I felt him knotting the rope further up my arm. Each loop became a knot that held in place but then connected to the rope beneath it. As he worked, I felt the rope under and around my breasts touching my skin. It was like my breasts were swelling by themselves and each movement made them larger.

Soon, Mr. Stone was looping rope around my torso again and down to my right leg. The patterns were intricate, each knot a work of art. I stood there feeling myself becoming more aroused as he focused on binding me. As he moved around me, I had to hold back from simply dropping to my knees and opening my mouth. I wanted to grab him with my free hand, pull his cock into my mouth.

Finally, Mr. Stone stepped away from me. "Look," he said, pointing to a mirror on the side. He moved out of the way and I saw myself for the first time. Between each knot I saw a pale shape of skin. Squares of flesh and triangles too. The knots were on top of knots, around them and under. The rope spiraled around me in an intricate pattern that was both beautiful and erotic at the same time.

Mr. Stone moved behind me and I saw a piece of thick rope lower from the ceiling. I looked up but it seemed to be issuing directly from the ceiling itself. How many gadgets did this madman have I thought to myself with a grin. I watched in the mirror as he tied the thicker rope around my bonds and then pulled on it. As he did, the ropes vibrated and I felt the pressure across my pussy increase. Satisfied that I was bound in place, Mr. Stone went to the case and took out an envelope no bigger than the head of a teaspoon. He opened it and tipped the contents out into his palm. He held it in front of me so I could examine it. It looked like a heart-rate monitor - like the type they put on you in the hospital. It was a tiny papery circle with a silver dot of circuitry.

"Measuring my heart-rate, sir?" I asked.

Mr. Stone laughed and told me to hold out my left hand, palm up, at shoulder height. I put my arm out and he pressed the dot into the palm of my hand.

"It's a very sensitive altimeter developed by our very own business. Pairs up to computers, electronic devices and can measure even the tiniest of movements." As he spoke he continued to hold my arm out, supporting it.

"And now I have work to do. Stay still until I tell you otherwise."

He let go of my wrist and walked around behind his desk.

I knew what was going to happen but I tried to fight it anyway as Mr. Stone started to shuffle through paperwork, giving the appearance of a man simply getting work done. I felt the muscles in my arm began to tire and thought about the abandoned weights I had sitting in a dusty corner of my lounge. I had been working with them ... months ago.

I felt my muscles start to ache and then I dropped my arm slightly. Barely anything really but the effect was immediate and sudden. I felt both eggs inside me start to buzz. Unlike the crazy underwear Mr. Stone had me wear at the party, these were not silent. They hummed loudly and as I twitched and my arm lowered, the pitch went up. I took a breath and pulled my arm back into position. The buzzing died away and I was left panting in a sweat.

"You bastard." I said and dragged the gap out again. "Sir."

Mr. Stone took out his phone and tapped a few times on the screen. "What I really like about the sensor is that you can pair to multiple devices all at once," he said, his eyes gazing into mine.

What did he mean by that? It was already connected to the eggs inside me.

My arm started to hurt again and I trembled, trying to hold it up but feeling like the sensor now weighed a ton. I had the sudden bright idea to lift it above my head to rest my muscles but as soon as I moved it upwards, the buzzing started anew and this time, the rope behind me moved upwards.

I felt the ropes tighten against me and pull upwards. I felt like I was tied up in some vibrating web. The ropes between my legs pressed against my clit and as the eggs vibrated, the buzzing spread across the ropes. I felt it in my breasts, down my arm, around my leg.

"I said to stay," Mr. Stone admonished me.

I lowered my arm but I could only hold it a moment. Soon it started dropping towards the floor and the buzzing ramped up again.

"Please sir," I begged, trying to lift my arm up but failing miserably. The rope connected to the roof was inching upwards with agonizing slowness and soon I'd be up on tiptoe. I felt my eyelids drooping as the sensations vibrated through me. Every inch of skin touched by rope was buzzing and as I lifted my arm and dropped it again, a wave washed through me.

"Yes, Delilah?" Mr. Stone said. He was sitting with his phone in front of him and his fingers steepled, looking like some evil genius.

"Please, you ... I want ... you, sir" I managed to say. I flung my arm up and as my hand passed shoulder height the buzzing vanished. But it was a mere flash of respite because as soon as I went too high it started again and when I couldn't hold it up, the eggs buzzed even harder.

"Perhaps you want to cum? Do you?"

His voice was low and mocking and as soon as he said cum I felt myself tensing. My body was falling into a rhythm as the vibrations inside took me higher and the rope outside quite literally took me higher. I moved up onto the balls of my feet and tried again to hold my arm out.

"Yes sir, please, I want to cum," I cried, feeling my shoulder muscles burning in pain at the effort. My arm dropped down, almost to my side and the eggs vibrated with such power that I thought they'd shake me apart.