Billionaire Romance Boxed Set (9 Book Bundle) (17 page)

“It’s gorgeous.” Her eyes settled on the dark brown leather couch in
front of the fire place, and she wandered over to it, her lust momentarily put
at bay by the sheer amount of wealth being thrust in her face. Her hands slid
along the buttery soft leather as she sat down. “I would love to curl up right
here with a blanket in front of the fire with a book during the winter. It
would be just right.”

He smiled as he joined her on the couch. “I like curling up on here
with a woman even more.” His eyes gleamed, igniting the banked coals of her
desire once more. “I’m going to get something from upstairs. When I come back,
I expect you to have your dress and shoes off.”

“Yes, Master.”

She watched him walk up the staircase, admiring the way his suit seemed
to flow around his powerful body, and licked her lips. Only when the doors had
closed did she stand up and slowly tug off her dress. It seemed absurd since
he’d already seen her naked, but she was still a bit self-conscious. She placed
her dress and shoes off to the side, and, standing only in the thong he’d
bought her, looked around. A motion caught her eye and she looked to see her
reflection in the windows. Her hair was still up, she noticed, and wondered if
she should take it down. It would end up down eventually, she decided, pulling
the pins from it so that it cascaded down and around her shoulders, covering
the tips of her breasts. She looked like Eve, she decided, staring at herself
in the glass again.

She was just placing her earrings on a side table when he came down the
stairs again, carrying a small bag. Her heartbeat raced at the sight of
him—he’d removed his shoes, jacket and shirt, leaving on only the pair of
grey slacks. The muscles of his chest were perfectly formed as they gleamed in
the light. But the smile on his lips died as his eyes landed on hers, and she
recoiled as they flashed with ire.

“Did I ask you to let down your hair?” he asked softly as he approached
her

“N-no, Master.” She backed up a step as he closed the distance between
them, and her legs hit the back of the couch as he placed his hands on either
side of her hips.

“Did I not tell you that you were to follow my orders?”

“Yes, you did,” she whispered. “Master.”

“Then why did you not follow them?”

“But I did,” she told him, confused. “I took off the shoes and dress. I
didn’t realize you wanted me to leave everything else on.”

He stroked the side of her cheek gently. “I understand you are new to
all this,” he told her, looking deeply into her eyes, and she relaxed slightly
as she saw the anger in them had abated. “And I will learn to be more specific
with my directions. But when we are together you must do exactly as I say,
nothing more, nothing less. If you disobey my orders, you will be punished. And
I’m afraid I’ll have to punish you now.”

Katherine gulped, her eyes wide. “Yes, Master.” What sort of punishment
would he give her?

“Turn around,” he ordered, grabbing her arms when she did so. She felt
him wrap cloth around her wrists, tightly enough so that she could feel the
bones rub together as he tied the knot. “I’ve changed my mind. We’re going
upstairs.”

With one hand on her shoulder and the other around her forearm he
marched her up the winding staircase and through the ornate double doors. They
opened into a lavish bedroom with thick carpeting, gilt-edged walls, and a
canopy bed with sin-black sheets that looked so decadent her pulse jumped at
the idea of being in it with him. Instead of leading her to it, he pushed her
onward to the opposite wall, which was completely concealed by dark, heavy
curtains. Pulling on a golden rope, the curtain glided to the left, revealing a
black dungeon door. Without releasing his grip on her shoulder, he inserted a large
metal key into the lock, then pulled open the door. She half expected it to
creak ominously, but it glided open silently on obviously well oiled hinges.

Inside, her jaw dropped at the sight– the walls were dark grey stone,
like that in a true dungeon, with fake torches glowing in brackets placed all
along the walls. A long, metal table dominated the room, black restraint cuffs
resting at the corners. She could see they were attached to the table by
chains. There was some sort of swing-like contraption near the far wall that
she couldn’t even conceive of, and there was another table with various tools
and restraints. She tried to crane her neck to get a look at them, but he led
her straight to the table and lifted her up onto it.

Since she had no hands to support her, she was forced to turn her head
to the side and rest her cheek against the cold metal. As she did so, her eyes
widened at the sight of a wide, rectangular mirror, displaying her full length
as she sprawled on the table. She was shocked at just how wanton she looked,
with her hair spilling around her face, her breasts pressed against the table,
and her scantily-clad ass rising in the air.

She watched as Mark placed one of his big hands on her bottom, meeting
her eyes in the mirror, and smiled slightly. “There’s one in front of you too,
and also one overhead. I like my submissive to watch what I am doing to them,
while I am doing it.”

“Oh.” She said in a small voice, then yelped when he pinched her
bottom.

“Oh…?”

“Master,” she added sheepishly.

“Good girl.” Mark tugged her legs open and secured the restraints
around her ankles. “Now, for your punishment.” He picked up a black paddle from
the table and smacked her left cheek with it. She gasped at the stinging pain.
He smacked the opposite cheek, delivering the same pain. Her legs trembled as
he continued to alternate, the stinging turning into a dull throb—a throb
that extended between her legs, she realized. With each strike of the paddle
she could feel her pussy thrum, could feel the little vibrator shake a little
against her clit. She felt a tiny bit of moisture run down the inside of her
right thigh, and knew that if she were able to reach a hand between her legs
she would find her thong was soaked.

Looking in the mirror again, she saw that his face was expressionless
as he paddled her, but his eyes were gleaming. She whimpered a little at the
sight of her ass, all shiny pink now, then gasped as he grabbed her by the hair
and pulled her up.

“Not loud enough,” he growled, bringing the paddle down just a little
harder. “I want to hear you beg.”

A cry escaped her lips as he dragged her back, the sound a mixture of
pain and pleasure. “Please,” she gasped as he tugged on her hair harder.

The crack of the paddle against her ass reverberated louder through the
room. “Please what? What do you want?”

“I… I can’t…” she cried out as he smacked her with the paddle again.

“I know that deep inside that shy, conservative exterior is a sexy
wanton,” he growled in her ear. “It’s her I want to bring out to play with me.
Now tell me, what do you want?”

“I want… release…” she gasped, tears stinging her eyes. “Please,
Master.”

The paddle cracked against her flesh again, but lighter this time.
“You’ll have to be more specific.”

“I want…” her jaw worked for a moment as she forced herself to say the
words aloud. “I want your mouth on me…on me. Pleasing me. Master”

“Down here? On your wet, pink pussy?” He slipped a finger beneath the
scrap of cloth that covered it and her knees nearly buckled.

“Yes. Please, Master,” she begged again.

“Good girl. You’re learning.” He placed the paddle aside and squeezed
her cheeks gently in each hand. “You have such a beautiful ass,” he murmured as
she moaned in pleasure-pain. “So round and pink. I might just give you what you
want—but first you have to please me.”

His hands released her sore cheeks, then undid the restraints on her
wrists and ankles. She brought her hands around to rub her wrists gently, but
didn’t dare move anything else until he ordered her to.

“On all fours,” he told her, coming around the table as she obeyed. Her
eyes widened as he undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants, freeing his
cock. He wore neither boxers nor briefs beneath as the pants pooled around his
ankles. The mushroom tip was large and pink, a drop of pre-cum glistening near
the slit, and a blue vein stood out along the side of its long, thick length.
She licked her lips, her heart pounding double time.

He pressed that pink tip against her lips. “Take it,” he ordered,
fisting his right hand in her hair.

Her tongue darted out again, this time to taste. It swirled around the
head of his cock, soaking up the drop of sweet and salty pre-cum, and she
marveled at the silky feel of it against her tongue. When a low groan was her
only response she became a little bolder, stroking her tongue from the base of
his shaft and up to the tip, then slowly sucking the head into her mouth. His
fingers tightened the more of him she took into her mouth, and she inhaled the
heady scent of him through her nose. He was almost too big—her lips
barely touched the base, where his crisp hairs teased her skin.

“That’s a good little pet,” he breathed as she began to move her head
up and down. Both his hands were fisted in her hair now as she learned her
rhythm. Tasting him, listening to the sounds of her pleasure, she realized that
even though she was the submissive, she still had power of her own. He may have
had countless other women here and in that big, black bed of his, but she was
the one giving him pleasure now. The knowledge swelled her with pride, and made
her even more aware of her own femininity.

Soon he was thrusting his hips against her face, pushing his cock into
her mouth faster than she was able to keep up. He let out a shuddering groan as
his seed exploded in her mouth, and she swallowed the hot, sweet, salty liquid
as he pulsed inside her.

He pulled out of her and laid her head against his abdomen. “You have
pleased me well, Katherine. You have earned a reward.”

“Thank you, Master.” She smiled, her pussy throbbing at the mention of
a ‘reward’. Would he give her what she asked for?

“On your back,” he ordered, and she rolled over to comply. He slid her
panties off her legs and she smiled with anticipation, certain he was going to
kneel between her legs any moment now. When he began securing her wrists and
ankles in the restraints again a hint of panic rose up.

“I… I thought we were done with my punishment?” she asked, trying to
keep her voice from trembling. What was he going to do to her? “Master?”

He gave her a reassuring smile. “I promise you’ll enjoy this. I’ll be
right back.”

Katherine bit her lip to hold back a cry as he walked out, leaving her
alone in this single room with no windows. She was terribly aware of the fact
that she was naked and chained to this table, and if something were to happen
to him she would be left alone in here for a long time. Days, maybe weeks even.
The thought had her heart hammering against her ribcage as though it were
trying to break free to escape. Sweat beaded along her forehead and she had to
fight not to strain against the restraints. It was unlikely she could break
free anyway, but too much movement could possibly send the table toppling, and
that would make things worse for her.

Trust. He had said to trust him, and that she would be safe. She was
going to have to trust that he would be back.

She let out the breath she was holding when the door opened again and
Mark entered holding an ice cube tray and the black cloth he used to tie her
wrists. He was still naked, and she admired the gleam of his muscles in the dim
light as well as his confidence—even without all those windows downstairs
she wouldn’t have felt comfortable walking through her apartment buck naked.

He returned her smile of relief as he shut the door behind him. “Missed
me?” He set the items on a nearby table.

“I was… afraid to be alone in here, Master,” she admitted.

He stroked a warm hand down the side of her hip—a comforting
gesture but it heated her blood all the same. “Don’t worry. I would never let
anything happen to you.” He picked up the blindfold and wrapped it around her
head. “I promised I would take care of you, didn’t I?”

“Yes.” Her pulse rocketed as her vision was taken away. “Master,
what—”

“Shh.” He silenced her with a kiss. “Just sit back and enjoy what I’m
about to do to you.”

She heard the brief sound of plastic scraping against metal, and
remembered the ice cube tray he’d left. Suddenly a cold shock ripped through
her body as he placed an ice cube in the middle of her abdomen. It forced a
gasp from her, and he chuckled.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve done this with a woman,” he purred,
sliding the ice cube up her abdomen. His tongue followed in the wet trail,
enflaming her even as he continued to chill her. Fire and Ice. She trembled as
her body throbbed with need. The ice cube slid along the undersides of her
breasts, and she cried out in shock when he circled it around her left nipple.
It was already incredibly sensitive, and the ice made them stiffen to the point
where it was almost—but not quite—painful. A throaty moan escaped
her throat when he followed up with his tongue, swirling it before she bit down
gently.

“How’s that?” he asked, sliding the ice cube across to her other
breast. “Does it feel good.”

“Yes,” she moaned, writhing as he slid the ice over her other nipple.
“More, Master. Please.”

“You’re so hot,” he murmured, and then licked her nipple. “This ice
cube is almost gone. I’ll have to get another. Here, take this one.”

He pressed the small bit of ice against her lips and she opened her
mouth, sucking it in along with the tip of his finger. Chuckling, he allowed
her to suck his finger for just a moment before pulling away. He returned with
another ice cube and continued to tease her with it, running it down and around
her breasts, the sides of her hips, her abdomen. He went through another as he
worked on her legs, dragging it on the undersides of her knees, down her
calves, on the bottoms of her feet, licking and nibbling as he went so that she
never really got chilled. Even though he was covering every inch of her with
ice, she only burned hotter for him.