Submission: Servicing the Billionaire Part 4 (A BDSM Erotic Romance) (3 page)

“Ah, Master White.” A man was waiting for
Mr. White in the foyer, standing at attention.

Her cheeks burned like a setting sun as Mr.
White gave her a tug and she followed, leaving the elevator. This
was probably the most humiliating thing he had ever done to her.
She chanced a look at the butler, but he didn’t even notice her.
Apparently, Mr. White brought home lots of women on leashes.

“Will you be having supper now? I can fetch
one of the thralls. Perhaps that brunette you fancied. The one with
the gorgeous chest?”

Thralls?
Her head was spinning.

“Ah, no that won’t be necessary. Thank you,
Jasper.”

Jasper gave a little bow and retreated into
the kitchens.

“Now, now slave. You’ll see what happens
when you disobey your master,” he said in a cruel whisper as he
tugged the leash.

Mary was too humiliated to reply. She
followed him along the expansive rooms, finally descending to a
staircase with a door that had a panel on the side. Mr. White held
his thumb on the panel and the door hissed open.

Wondering what horrors were in store for
her, she followed.

A very large set of cages were at her
immediate right. Several naked young women were huddled together in
the cages.

“You should feel lucky that I haven’t forced
you in there,” he said with a small laugh.

As soon as they recognized Mr. White’s
voice, they rushed towards him, their arms reaching out from
between the bars.

“Pick me, Master!” They chorused. “Drink
from me!”

“Quiet,” he said, his voice as sharp as a
whip.

Mary had lingered too long, staring at the
caged women. She stumbled as Mr. White pulled her leash.

He was heading towards a blood-red door with
a panel on the side. He tapped in the code and the door swung
open.

“This is my play room.”

Two of the walls were painted a violent red;
the other two were mirrors like those of a dance classroom. Mary’s
first, foolish thought was that it looked like a gym. There were
various medieval looking apparatuses sprawled in the giant room.
Lethal-looking torture devices hung on the walls. There was
something that looked like a dentist chair except there were
manacles near the feet, arms, and head. A giant table held an array
of sex toys: anal beads, dildos, canes, strap-ons, blindfolds,
gags, whips, restraints, and many more that Mary couldn’t
identify.

He led her to the wooden stocks, unchaining
her from the leash. Mary bent over dutifully as he lifted the flat
piece of woods and stuck her head and arms through the holes. He
closed it again and locked it. Mary squirmed and found that she was
tightly locked in place. She could not move at all.

Mary saw him wander to the table and pick up
a long paddle. He was whistling happily, finally in his element.
Mary felt a twinge of unease. Her backside was already very sore.
She struggled again when he approached. He laughed and hiked up her
dress, exposing her tender flesh. Then he walked in front of
her.

“Do you see this, slave?” He lowered the
paddle.

Mary choked as she saw that there was a word
written on the paddle, elevated above the wood: “SLUT.”

“Yes, sir,” she mumbled, her heart
sinking.

“I’m going to spank you with this until you
get an impression on your sweet ass. I want to see the word burned
in your flesh. And I want you to count while I’m doing it. Don’t
miss a number.”

“But—sir—”

“You realize that you deserve this,
right?”

“Yes, but—”

“If you keep arguing with me I’m going to
get angry,” he rumbled.

Mary closed her mouth and was silent. She
heard him walk behind her, his footsteps echoing in the torture
chamber. She gasped when she felt his hand smooth over her behind.
It followed the smooth crevice of her cheeks and slid down her raw
pussy. He cupped her sex and began to massage it in a circular
motion. She moaned as she felt his fingers graze her clit.

“You deserve this pain…this humiliation. How
many times have I asked you not to embarrass me? Fucking you in the
bathroom was a stupid decision. We could have been seen. It’s all
your fault
.”

But Mary didn’t care whose fault it was, as
long as Mr. White didn’t stop. He was grinding the heel of his palm
in her pussy, elucidating fresh moans from her.

“I suppose you would have liked that,
wouldn’t you? If I was caught.”

“No, master,” she gasped. She knew he was
doing this on purpose, but she couldn’t stop herself from wanting
him.

“Look at this! Look at you!” He exclaimed as
his hand became wet with her arousal.

He dipped his middle finger inside her cunt
and wiggled it inside her. He withdrew the finger all the way out
and pushed it back inside, slowly. Mary could feel it inside her,
enticing her sex but too small to give any real relief. Another
slipped inside, and then suddenly he jammed four fingers inside her
like a spade and curled them upwards. Pleasure sparked from his
fingertips, and Mary tried to buck against him.

He pulled out suddenly and walked around.
She could see his sneering face. With his hand covered in her
feminine cum, he slapped both her cheeks. Mary winced at the
splattering sound of her own arousal. She could smell herself, and
soon it began to itch. She tried to rub her face on the wood, but
couldn’t move. Mr. White laughed at her helplessness. Then he
disappeared from view.

He wiped the remainder of her juice on her
ass and for a moment there was silence.

SMACK!

Mary screamed as the paddle spanked her
already abused ass. She could feel the imprint of the letters.
“O—one,” she moaned.

“You need this punishment. I know you
enjoyed me smearing yourself on your face. You dirty, little
slut.”

SMACK!

An awful, dense sound filled the room as the
paddle hit her for the second time.

“Two.”

It went on and on, until Mary was biting
down on her lip so hard she tasted blood. Tears spilled onto her
cheeks, mingling with the juice on her face. Though, at the same
time, she enjoyed the pain. It was a side of her that she never
knew existed. What sort of freak enjoyed getting bruises and being
fed on? It was wonderful to let someone else take control for a
change—she didn’t have to worry anymore. She was free.

“T—ten!” she screamed.

The paddle clattered to the floor. “Mmn,
yes,” he murmured as he spread her cheeks apart. “The impression
has settled in nicely.”

Mary’s sides heaved in exhaustion. Her back
ached from bending over. With laborious slowness, he unlocked the
stocks. She slumped to the floor and Mr. White caught her in his
strong arms.

“Mary,” he chastised. “Why didn’t you use
the safe word?”

Guilt was etched on his face. Her head
tilted back and saw the worry in his eyes. “Are you OK?”

Her breath returned to an even pace as he
helped her up. Tears squeezed out of the corner of her eyes as her
skin throbbed. “Yes—I’m sorry.”

“Let’s go upstairs and take a bath.”

* * *

Mary splashed water on her tearstained face
and turned around. “SLUT” was branded on her backside as clearly as
a cow brand. She grazed her fingers across and winced.

“Don’t touch it,” Mr. White murmured as he
appeared behind her in the mirror. “You silly girl, Mary.” He
enveloped her in his arms and tucked her head in his neck. “Didn’t
you read the contract? There are safe words if you feel things are
getting too intense.”

She looked down at her naked toes, which
curled on the porcelain tiles. “I guess not.”

He let her go and turned off the taps in the
bath. A thick layer of foam rested over the scalding hot water.
“Mary, come here.”

But she was hesitant. Wouldn’t it hurt? She
saw impatience stirring in his eyes and knew that she would have to
do as he said. She approached the clawed foot tub and climbed in
gingerly, Mr. White helping her.

She moaned as the water scalded her already
burning bum. He climbed in after her and pulled her over himself,
so that her head was nestled under his chin. She could feel his
voice rumbling through her back.

“See? Isn’t this better?”

After her skin adjusted to the temperature,
she had to admit that it felt quite nice. His arm curled
protectively around her stomach. If she wasn’t mistaken, she could
feel his growing hardness between her legs. Heat rose in her face,
it was almost unbearable with the heat of the water.

“Mary, don’t,” he said in a warning voice.
“You’re not strong enough.”

But Mary was never a good listener. She
turned around, floating in the water, and straddled his waist. His
dark hair was sticking to his face, his lips bloodless. The heat
didn’t seem to affect his skin at all. His arms were closing around
her back as she lowered to his face and kissed him.

Mr. White responded immediately, crushing her
breasts against him as he kissed her back, passion seizing him. He
bit her lip slightly and Mary moaned into his mouth. His tongue
swept her mouth, mingling with hers.

He was like a drug that she was addicted to.
No matter how painful the side-effects were, she needed him.

His cock grinded against her pussy. She could
not take it anymore. She felt for it underwater and guided the tip
towards her red hot center. She teased him with it, watching his
face transform as she pushed it in slightly only to slide it along
her clit.

But Mr. White was impatient. He placed a hand
on her back and pushed down when she had positioned it under her
hole. Mary gasped as his dick shot up inside her. It felt very
different underwater. All the lubrication was washed away, so his
cock fought to penetrate her pussy, rubbing up her walls. Then his
arms had encircled her waist and forced her against his chest.

The water in the bathtub sloshed slightly as
Mr. White bucked his hips upward. Mary widened her hips, moaning as
she felt the wonderful friction of his thick cock chafing her
pleasure walls.

“God, your pussy feels amazing,” he groaned
into her ear. “So tight.”

“Faster, Mr. White.”

The water sloshed faster as he quickened his
pace, some of it slipping on the tiles. Mary could feel his cock
pumping in and out rapidly, and he crushed her tits against his
chest, panting in her ear. Mary rolled her eyes in rapturous
ecstasy as she felt his thick rod ramming her pussy, the painful
friction not enough. She reached down and drained the tub, and as
the water drained, Mr. White fucked her even harder. He was holding
her so tightly she was finding it difficult to breathe, and her
neck was pinned against his mouth.

Soon the bathroom was filled with the wet,
smacking sounds of sex. He mouthed her neck, his tongue running
over her rapid heartbeat. And then she felt it—a tiny sting on her
neck.

“Suck me, master,” she cried wildly, her
pussy getting stuffed by his cock. It was jamming violently against
her pussy with the frequency of a hummingbird’s wings.

He bit down again to release more blood, but
Mary didn’t mind, she could only think of his rod moving up and
down her clenching pussy and the hot, heavy pants in her ear
whenever he stopped drinking her blood. She grinded his cock as he
shot up. Their genitals slapped together loudly. Mary grunted as
she felt his warmth shoot inside her as her pleasure reached its
peak, exploded, and melted over her body. Her vagina contracted
around his cock as he pumped a couple times, milking himself as the
white cream filled her greedy hole.

“Fuck,” he grunted as his cock slid out,
swollen and satisfied. He returned to her neck and gave it a
grateful suck.

Mary melted into his arms as she watched her
blood dripping down, mingling with the cum that oozed out of her
pussy.

“I booked a flight for myself on your jet,
Mr. White,” she said, suddenly remembering her work.

He pulled away from her neck and swallowed.
“Good,” he said as he folded her arms across her breasts. He seized
a nipple and pinched it. “You will need to be properly trained
before then.”

She was still basking in the glow of her
orgasm. “Trained?”

“Oh yes,” he chuckled. “Many of them will
want a taste of you, my sweet.”

Wondering what he meant by that, Mary bit her
lip.
A taste?
“Will there be people like you there?”

Mr. White only smiled mysteriously.

# # #

Part 5 coming soon!

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