Bartered Submission: The Billionaire's Wife, Part 5 (A BDSM Erotic Romance) Read Online Free Page B

jeans and pushed them down
over my hips. They pooled on the floor and I stepped out of
them.
    “Didn't I say you were not to wear panties?” he asked
from behind me.
    All the hair on my body stood on end. I'd forgotten,
or I hadn't thought he was serious. I should have known better.
    “Take them off.”
    No, I thought. No, I am important, too.
    “Where did you grow up?” I asked him again. I had to
force my hands to stay at my sides, even though every bell in my
head was ringing. Fight or flight. Fuck or flee.
    He took his sweet damn time. “Florida,” he finally
said. “Now. Remove your panties.”
    For a moment I hesitated. He needed me to obey
him. He needed to be in
control at all times. Even when he was bargaining away his secrets,
he had to have that illusion. If I put on my clothes right now,
what would he do?
    I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties
and pushed them down.
    A hand alighted on my back as they reached the floor,
before I could straighten again.
    “On your hands and knees,” he said.
    Licking my lips, I did so. The wood of the floor bit
into my skin, but I lowered myself to the ground and assumed the
position he required. Naked, my bare ass pointed at him. I was
staring at the door that led to the bathroom, and outside the
sounds of traffic were still loud on the street.
    I heard him move behind me, and then his warm, thick
fingers were working their way between my thighs, cupping my sex.
He stroked his index finger up my slit and I moaned.
    “Ask.”
    Fuck. How can I think about anything but
this? I fought through
the fog of arousal.
    “Who raised you?”
    His hand on me stilled, and I knew I had struck
something inside him.
    He retreated, and I wanted to bite my tongue off.
Rustling came from behind me and curiosity burned a hole through my
head, but I didn't dare look at him. I knew instinctively that I
had pushed him further than he was willing to go.
    Something cool and leather slipped around my throat,
then tightened and I inhaled sharply.
    A collar.
    He'd collared me like a dog.
    I guess he could have a dog and fuck it, too. God dammit.
    The snap of a clip closing, and a sinuous slither of
leather caressed my back. Then he tugged on the leash, and I felt a
dark wave of pleasure swell up inside.
    “ I raised me, Felicia,” he whispered. “And I think we are at
the end of our questions for today.”
    It didn't matter. I couldn't breathe. The collar
around my throat seemed to be directly connected to the pleasure
center of my brain. My pussy heated and quivered, knowing I was at
his mercy. Almost lazily, he dipped a finger inside me, and I
clenched around it, aching for him to fill me.
    A sudden buzz sounded through the room, and I
started, suddenly brought out of the spell Anton had cast over me.
Behind me and in me, Anton froze at the sound, then began to move
his hand again, crooking his finger and stroking it against my
upper walls. My toes curled and my arms collapsed beneath me.
    “Just the doorbell,” he said softly as I pressed my
forehead to the wood floor, panting.
    The buzz came again.
    Clearly determined to ignore it, Anton slipped
another finger inside me. He scissored his fingers, pressing
against my walls, opening me, preparing me for his invasion. I
ached, wet and hot for him, every nerve alive.
    A third buzz.
    Anton stiffened, then, to my despair, he withdrew. I
heard him stand.
    “Stay there,” he commanded. “If I find you have moved
while I was out of the room, you will be punished.”
    Punished. I liked the sound of that. Wait, no I
didn't.
    Yes, I did.
    Damn Anton and his magic cock.
    I watched from my position on the floor as he
strolled at a leisurely pace out of the room. I heard him descend
the stairs. Below us, I knew, he kept an office. I was betting he
had a camera set up there to see who was calling.
    What would he do when he came back? Would he take me
from behind? Would he lead me around like a dog? Would I like
it?
    Oh, who was I kidding?