Don't Ever Stop: A BDSM Billionaire Romance (21 page)

Oh fuck, I wanted him inside me. I moaned with desire.

‘You want some of this, do you?’ Redmond asked, pulling the condom tight over his bulging erection. ‘You want me to push this up inside your tight, wet pussy? You want your boss to fuck you, here at work, like a little whore?’

I nodded.
Yes. I want it. I want it right now!

Mr. Cooper’s lips pressed down on mine again, but just for an instant, as his mouth then trailed down my skin, first to my breasts, whose nipples were cold and puckered, hard as little rocks beneath his lips. He blew a soft breeze of air across them, teased them a little with his teeth, then sucked at them, as if he was drinking liquid for the very first time, beset with a terrible thirst. Then, once he’d had his fill of both breasts, had sucked at them and bitten and licked them all he wanted, his tongue then trailed down to my stomach, which had a pleasant, soft bulge to it now that I was eating more, and it felt so sexy having a moist tongue dragged across it.

Finally, his head nestled deep within my thighs. I felt his nose pressing against my soft pussy lips first of all, and then his tongue, once again. His tongue gently pulled the lips apart from one another, pushing between them, becoming coated instantly in the slick, sticky juices within me. He groaned with pleasure as he tasted me, and I could tell how good it tasted to him, as he continued to groan as his tongue flicked back and forth over my clitoris, and then, every few seconds, dived down deep into my soft, womanly passage.

I’d only felt a man do this to me – Jacob – twice before. I’d felt so nervous the last times. So anxious that I smelt or tasted bad, or that Jacob was only doing it out of kindness. But now, Mr. Cooper was eating me like a man that hadn’t had a meal in months. He
wanted
to be down there. Heck, my arms were tied behind my head. This man was
only
doing things he wanted to me. I had no choice but to take it.

I felt the waves of ecstasy rush over me. I pushed my head against the concrete, and arched my back, feeling an electricity build up between my thighs. Mr. Cooper sensed I was on the edge, and grabbed my buttocks tight, pushing his tongue all the way into me, as far as it would go. Bright, colored lights begin to fly in front of my eyes, and I had to stop myself from screaming. I felt the spasms in my ass first, then up and down my legs, and in my stomach, then, finally, in all the tight, clenched muscles of my pussy. One by one by one.

‘Fuck!’ I gasped. ‘Fuck!’

It’s the best orgasm I’ve ever had
, I wanted to say.
Hell, having experienced this, maybe it’s the
only
orgasm I’ve ever had!

But Mr. Cooper wasn’t about to let me rest. While my legs were still twitching, I saw him grab his huge, erect cock, which looked even bigger and harder than it had done before, since he’d been licking me, and he lay over me, pressing his chest against my breasts. Then, ever so slowly, I felt it. The tip of his cock, first of all, just nudging ever so gently against my entrance. Then, teasing the lips apart with its big, solid mound of flesh, and pushing in, just a centimeter or two.

‘You okay?’ Mr. Cooper whispered, looking down into my eyes, with the tenderest look I’d ever seen me give.

I nodded again – all words had left me now.

He put his mouth to my ear, bit my ear lobe, ever so gently, and replied: ‘Good. Because I’m going to fuck you very, very hard now, Rose Smith.’

I felt his cock plunge, very quickly, all the way inside me. I couldn’t hold in my gasps any more. I shouted out as I felt my insides fill up with my boss’ flesh. ‘Shit!’ I yelled. ‘That feels… oh shit!’

Mr. Cooper stayed, pressed all the way up inside me for a few moments, letting my pussy muscles unclench, open out to take as much of him into me as I possibly could. Then, when he was satisfied that I was read for it, he began withdrawing from me, sliding his hungry cock back up, out of my pussy, all the way up to the entrance to my vagina again.

There’ll be more, won’t there?
I thought.
I didn’t do anything wrong, did I? Oh fuck, please let there be more.

The tip of his cock stayed teasingly at the wet, open entrance of my vulva for a second or two, and then Mr. Cooper grabbed my breasts, kissing me hard on the lips, and pushed his cock all the way back in again.

‘Shit!’ I screamed again.

Before I knew it, this man was pumping me, hard. Filling me up with ever last millimetre of his big, hard flesh, then pulling out, teasing me, holding on until the last second possible, then plunging all the way in again. I was screaming and shouting, wrapping my legs around his back, begging him to fuck me harder and harder.

‘Green!’ I shouted, remembering our safe words. ‘Green! Green!’

Mr. Cooper knew exactly what I meant, and knelt up for a moment, taking one strong arm on each of my legs, opening them out as wide as possible, looking at my wide-open pussy with a look of insatiable longing, and then plunging himself in again. As he fucked me, he lifted my legs up, until I had one foot each side of his thick, strong neck. From this angle, it seemed, his cock could slip ever
farther
inside me.

‘Oh, fuck, Rose!’ he shouted, as he began pounding me as hard as he could. ‘What have you done to me, you little whore? What have you done?’

He grabbed onto my buttocks, digging his fingertips into them, hard, opening up some of the welts on my backside, and, judging by the sheer agony I was feeling as he did so, drawing blood from some of them once more.

But there was no time to focus on the pain, because Mr. Cooper’s cock was swelling up so big inside me now that I screamed. It just kept getting bigger and bigger, and then it began to throb. Mr. Cooper moaned, grabbing onto me even tighter, and then, falling on top of me, flattening me and drawing the air from my lungs, he whispered: ‘I love you, Rose.’

I realized that my eyes had been screwed tight shut since he’d started grabbing my ass and I’d been in such pain, but now, slowly, I opened them, and took in the scene. I saw the most powerful man I’d ever known, in all the world, collapsed in a heap on top of me, panting with the sheer force of the orgasm he’d just experienced inside me. Above him, I saw the petals of cherry blossom, in the darkening dusk outside. And all around us, I smelt the sweet scent of white jasmine, squirting out its night time scent, filling up the glasshouse with an exotic perfume. A perfume that I would always associate with the scent of
my first time
.

I lay back, feeling the belt pulling hard against my wrists, and smiled.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

An Ill-Thought-Out Apology

That night, for the first time, I stayed at Mr. Cooper’s house. He held onto me throughout the night, and smiled when I kissed him and called him Redmond. (I’d figured it out now, and I was allowed to call him Redmond when we weren’t ‘in scene’ or conversing at work.) He even took me shopping the next morning, to buy a new dress for work. At around ten a.m., as I was working away at my desk, I got a delivery. A dozen red roses. The card attached to them contained an address, and there was a key inside.

‘Aw, how sweet,’ said Tegan. ‘Did your boyfriend send you them to congratulate you on your shorthand exam?’

Something like that
, I thought, and nodded.

‘Man, I wish my girlfriend would do something like that,’ she said dreamily.

In my morning break, while snacking on a pack of pistachios, as instructed by Redmond, I went outside to stand in the sunshine. I took a slow, confident walk around the block. I couldn’t believe how far I’d come in a month. I’d got an amazing job. A new qualification. I’d had
sex
! But most of all, and this was really the most important part of all, something had shifted inside of me. By allowing myself to trust Redmond Cooper, to completely surrender to him, letting him dominate and even degrade me in each of our scenes, I’d actually become more sure of myself
outside
of them.

I’d realized how strong I was. And that strength didn’t always have to come from shouting the loudest, wearing the most make-up, pushing my way to the front of the queue… I had found my strength, and my peace, in having the courage to submit to another. And the more that Mr. Cooper grabbed me, whipped me, and called me names, the more I trusted him, because our bonds strengthened. I knew, too, that I had the power to stop it at any time. That, although it was real, it wasn’t ‘the full story’. The full story was that he loved me. And I, deep down, knew how I felt about him too.

This was the start of a completely new chapter of my life. Rose Smith, finally, had stopped worrying about other people’s opinions of her, and she was going to get tied up and spanked and fucked by her boss as much as possible. For as long as he wanted.

It had been a shock, really, that he’d decided to fuck me at all. He’d been clear about the fact that sex hadn’t been a part of the deal. But at he’d told me last night, before fucking me again (twice in one night!), on the comfort of his satin sheets, he had been ‘overwhelmed’ by me. This was as big a thing for Redmond as it was for me.

I took out my cell phone as I walked, knowing that there was one last thing I had to do.

At first he didn’t pick up, and I almost lost my nerve and hung up. But I took a few deep breaths, and waited.

‘Patrick.’

‘What the hell happened last night, Rose? I waited at that restaurant for over an hour.’

‘Patrick, I need to talk to you.’

‘I’m not sure there’s anything worth saying, is there? You stood me up. You’re playing some sort of game with me. I thought you were different, Rose, but you’re just as bad as all the rest.’

‘I understand you’re angry,’ I said calmly. ‘And I don’t blame you. But I owe you an explanation, and I think I should give it to you in person.’

There was a pause. ‘Right. Fine. Whatever, Rose. I’ll meet you if you want. But you’d better turn up this time.’

‘I will. I promise. Let’s meet tonight.’ I gave him the address, and then hung up, feeling better about having faced up to the situation like an adult. No more running away.

My break was almost over. Instead of going straight back into the building, though, I stopped on the pavement outside, for a few moments, and looked up at the great, glass building where I worked. Mr. Cooper’s empire. I felt a warm glow, deep inside, and then I walked in, ready for work.

*

I sat on my new, cream chaise longue, looking at the view out of my window. I still felt a faint tingle of dizziness when I looked at a view from high up. My brand new penthouse apartment was on the thirty-third floor of a newly-built luxury block downtown, just a five minute walk from work. I’d only been in here ten minutes, but already the place felt like home. Redmond had left a bottle of champagne in the fridge for me, and I’d helped myself to a glass. There was also an assortment of magazines left out on the coffee table for me, clean linen and towels by the bed, and not a speck of dust anywhere. Apparently, the apartment block even had its own swimming pool, which I intended to try out as soon as I could.

I hadn’t broken the news to my parents yet. It was going to be a big thing for them, having me move out. But I knew they’d understand. I couldn’t stay their little girl forever. And I couldn’t rely on Redmond for everything, either. But I was hardly about to move straight into his apartment with him, and this seemed like a good intermediary step. If I kept at my job, kept at my shorthand exams and became a full-blown journalist at Global, like Tegan, I’d soon be a woman of independent means, anyway.

I took a sip of champagne, trying not to get too nervous about Patrick’s imminent arrival.

At that moment, there was a knock at the front door.

I walked over my new polished pine floor, sliding on my stockings on purpose as I went, enjoying the feeling of skating in my own home. I looked through the peephole in the door, and saw Patrick, nervously fiddling with his collar, scowling. I opened the door.

‘Patrick,’ I said. ‘Thank you for coming.’ I gave him a hug, but could tell he wasn’t in the mood.

‘Come in,’ I said, pointing at the sofa beside the chaise longue. ‘Please, take a seat.’

Now I thought about it sensibly, leaving a glass of champagne on the coffee table had probably been a bad idea. I didn’t want to rub his nose in it too much. On the other hand, I didn’t want to hide anything else from him, so I decided to stick to my guns and be honest. ‘Can I get you a drink, Patrick?’ I asked ‘I’ve got champagne in the fridge. There’s red wine too…’

‘I’ll have whatever you’re having,’ Patrick said moodily, looking at my champagne with disdain.

‘Sure.’ I walked over to the kitchen and poured him out a generous glassful, and then went over to the chaise-longue, handing him the glass.

‘Cheers,’ Patrick said, meaning
thanks
– he certainly wasn’t about to click glasses with me in celebration. ‘So, Rose, would you mind telling me what the
feck
is going on here?’ He looked around at my brand new luxury home in confusion.

‘I owe you an apology, Patrick,’ I said. ‘I’ve been very confused about my feelings towards you, and I’m afraid I haven’t treated you very fairly.’