For His Pleasure (Dominated By The Billionaire) (5 page)

“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.

“Please, Master,” she begged, her body
trembling with the effort of keeping still, of not squirming and
thrashing. “I can’t take much more.”

“Soon,” he promised. She heard him loosen
the slack on the chains restraining her ankles. “Bend your knees
for me, Katherine.”

Once she did there was a pause, and then he
came around and removed the blindfold. “I want you to watch this
part,” he told her, his voice dark with passion. His eyes fairly
sizzled with it, and a quick glance down told her he didn’t have a
very long recovery time at all.

“I will, Master,” she promised.

He walked around again, then gripped her
knees and pushed her legs open. “You must keep your legs open at
all times. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

She watched as he took another ice cube from
the tray, and cried out when he dragged it down her pussy. Her legs
trembled as he worked the piece of ice around her clitoris and
along the edges of her nether lips, and the sensations were more
intense than the vibrating panties. The licks of his tongue that
followed make her feel like she was being licked by a tongue of
flame rather than one of flesh. Her pussy throbbed, her nipples
ached, her entire body was flushed. She was getting close. Very
close.

“Please, Master, may I come?”

“Not yet,” he told her. He slid the ice down
further, to the entrance of her rear, and she gasped, eyes wide
with shock this time.

“Had anyone ever touched you here?” he
asked, locking eyes with her as he swirled the piece of ice around
down there. The entrance to her rear throbbed with pleasure, the
same as her pussy.

“N-no, Master,” she answered, her cheeks
scarlet with embarrassment. “I’ve heard of it though.” And had
always thought of anal sex as being strange and gross. But as her
rear throbbed in earnest, she was having trouble remembering
exactly why.

“It seems a lot of things tonight are first
for you,” he said with a chuckle. He pushed the ice into her rear
then, and her entire body jerked as she cried out. Her entrance
pulsed around the piece of ice. “How does that feel? Does it
hurt?”

She shook her head. “It’s incredible.
Master,” she added with a gasp as he pushed the ice in a little
further.

“Mmm.” He grabbed another ice cube and slid
this one inside her pussy. A shudder wracked her body as she
moaned, feeling his fingers work it in and out of her with
excruciating slowness. “God you’re tight. Dripping wet, but still
tight.”

She wanted desperately to be able to thrust
her hips against him as he’d done to her earlier, but the position
and the restraints wouldn’t allow it. The gleam in his eyes told
her he was enjoying this, deliberately slowing his pace so as to
drag it out as long as she could. A frustrated cry tore from her
lips as she squeezed her eyes shut, but they popped open as he
pinched her clit hard enough to cause pain.

“I told you to keep your eyes open.” The
gleam in his eyes was hard now. “Are you getting tired of watching
me?”

“No Master. Of course not.” She sucked in a
shuddering breath. “I’ve just been waiting so long to come. I’m
sorry, Master. I won’t do it again.”

“For that infraction you’ll have to wait a
little longer.” He pulled his fingers out, studied the small bit of
ice between them. “Almost gone. Take this one, too. I want you to
taste yourself.”

He shoved his fingers into her mouth this
time and she sucked them, allowing the cool ice to melt on her
tongue as she tasted her unique flavor. She’d never done anything
this erotic in her life. Her eyes drifted up to the mirror on the
ceiling as he settled between her legs with more ice cubes, and she
watched her body stretch like a bowstring as he inserted another
ice cube into her rear, and then slid an ice cube directly between
his teeth.

Her hips about flew off the table as he
pressed the ice cube to her clit, but this time he was licking her
at the same time, so that she was simultaneously assailed by raging
heat and icy cold. It was sweet torture like she’d never
experienced before. Her entire body hummed with pent up frustration
and pleasure, begging to be released.

“Please, Master,” she cried, the words
nearly incoherent with gasps and sobs. “Please, let me come!”

He lifted his head for just a minute. “You
may come now, Katherine.”

He sucked her clit hard into his mouth and
she exploded, her entire body convulsing. The pleasure engulfed her
so completely, so utterly that she nearly passed out. Soft strokes
along the sides of her hips brought her back, and she lifted her
head to see him looking at her with a mixture of tenderness and
hunger.

“Thank you, Master,” she managed, her heart
thundering loudly. She took a deep breath to try and steady it.
“That was amazing. Better than any I’ve ever had.”

He smiled widely. “I am very pleased,” he
told her, unstrapping her from the table. He lifted her into his
arms and carried her to the door.

“Where are we going, Master?”

“To bed.”

“But we haven’t…” she trailed off as he
pressed a finger to her lips.

“I know. Trust me, I intend to have you
fully. But I am very good at what I do and I can see that you need
some rest. Let’s take an hour. You’ve been working hard during the
day, and you’re not accustomed to all this yet. I want you to fully
enjoy it.”

She snuggled against his chest with a smile,
realizing just how sleepy she was getting. “Thank you, Master,” she
told him as he set her atop the glossy black comforter.

“You’re very welcome.” He joined her on the
bed and pulled her against his chest. “Sleep now.”

Her eyes fluttered closed, and she succumbed
to the tiredness tugging at the edges of her mind.

****

It was her own moans that finally woke her.
She’d been dreaming that she was burning up, that she was drowning
in a fast expanse of sexual pleasure, hands gliding down her body,
touching her in all the right places. Her eyes opened to see Mark
over her body, one of her nipples in his mouth.

“Finally awake.” He looked up with a smile,
and then kissed her. She twined her arms around his neck and lost
herself in that simple pleasure, her body aching with the sweetness
of it. His hands slid down to her breasts, tweaking her nipples and
rolling them between his fingers. One of his knees was wedged
between her legs and she lifted her hips, rubbing herself
shamelessly against him. The crisp hairs on his leg teased her
pussy before he pulled his leg away.

“I knew you were a wanton,” he teased,
nibbling the side of her neck. “But don’t think the rules have
changed simply because you’re in my bed now.” He bit down hard at
the base of her neck, and she gasped.

“Yes, Master.”

“Good girl.” He kneaded her breasts with his
hands, then rolled over. “Reach up and grab the headboard. Don’t
let go, no matter what.”

“Yes, Master.” She reached up and did as he
asked, then waited, her nerves stretched taut in anticipation. She
could hear the harshness of hear breathing, the pounding of her
pulse in her ears, and a shiver skipped up her spine as he slid the
length of his cock against her ass cheeks.

“So beautiful,” he said, running a finger
down the length of her spine. “I love the way your back curves. I
love how your breasts fit perfectly in my hands.” He cupped them,
rubbing the nipples with his thumbs and she moaned, stretching her
body out. The motion caused his cock to rub between her cheeks. He
pressed open-mouthed kisses down the length of his spine, and then
all over both cheeks. “I could eat you alive.”

He spread her cheeks and inserted a finger
into her rear, at the same time sliding his cock back and forth
along her pussy lips. Katherine whimpered, wanting to grab his cock
in her hands and guide it into her. But she knew if she did that he
would punish her, and it would delay him giving her what she
wanted.

“Master, please. I want you inside me.”

He worked his finger further into her rear,
wringing another cry from her kiss-swollen lips. “I am in you,” he
told her, a wicked undertone to his voice.

Her nails dug into the headboard. “You know
that’s not what I mean, Master.”

He lifted a shoulder. “Maybe, maybe not.
Like I said before, you have to tell me what you want.” He moved
his finger in and out in time to his cock sliding against her.

“I want,” she gasped, “your cock inside my
pussy. Now, please, Master.”

“There. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Suddenly he gripped her hips with both
hands, then slammed himself into her. There was no gradual increase
of pace—he simply pounded himself home inside her with the ferocity
of a racehorse bursting out onto the track. The fast paced and
hard, pounding friction was exactly what she craved; she gripped
the headboard for dear life as the entire bed shook. A small part
of her wondered if the canopy might collapse on them; the rest of
her didn’t care if it did so long as he kept pounding into her the
way he was.

“Please, please, please,” she cried, her
voice shaking with the force of his thrusts.

“Come for me,” he panted, reaching between
her legs and stroking her clit. “Go ahead, Katherine. Let go.”

She tried to hold on, to make the moment
last as long as she could, but it was impossible—the pleasure was
building too fast for her to get a hold on it. It spiraled out of
her control, taking it with her, making her feel as though she was
being sucked into a whirlpool of pleasure, and right out the other
end into a vast sea of it. She felt hot seed spurt onto her back as
Mark pulled out and gave into his desire for release.

“Can… can I let go now, Master?” she asked,
once she was reasonably sure he was coherent again.

“Yes.” She collapsed, and she felt a cool,
wet cloth wiping his seed off her back before he rolled her over.
Mark pulled up the covers and tucked them beneath, and she snuggled
against his chest.