Billionaire Bondage: My Billionaire Boss, Part 3 (A BDSM Erotic Romance) Read Online Free
Author: Emily Cantore
asked and reached forward to twist a nipple. The pain was like a burst of fire that roared down my body, connecting straight to my clit.
"No, sir," I gasped and then he twisted even harder. The pain was incandescent and I wailed.
"Are you always so disobedient?" he asked again.
"Yes, sir, I am!" I moaned and then almost cried when he released my nipple. The blood came rushing back to it, the warmth making it throb. Each heartbeat was pain. Pleasure. Pain. Pleasure.
He moved away and I tried to turn to see where he went but I couldn't twist enough. I heard him murmur from behind me, "Be still, slave," and then a sharp crack as he hit something against the bed. I heard him move behind me and I sighed as his hand gently encircled my throat. I tried to bend my head to suck on his thumb but he moved it down.
Then I saw something long and black slide into view. It was a riding crop, pure black with a thin line of gold thread twisting down the handle. The piece of supple leather on the end brushed across my pussy and I tried not to make a sound.
"Disobedient girls will be punished," he whispered in my ear and then flicked the riding crop against my inner thigh. The sting was like fire and ice all at once and I whimpered.
"Will you obey me?" he asked, tracing the crop over the inside of my other thigh.
"I will, Sir," I said and he flicked the crop again, this time harder. I squealed at the pain and twisted in the harness. Every nerve ending was turned up to maximum. The leather against my back was soft and supple. I could hear the chains gently clinking as I moved. Every breath was jolting.
I felt his hand tighten around my throat, his fingers strong against me as he held me in place. He moved the crop down so the leather tip was sitting against my clit. I was on the verge of screaming. Every touch felt so intense.
"Don't lie to me slave. Tell the truth." He brushed the tip of the supple leather across my pussy and bursts of pleasure washed over me from my core, mixing with my fear. He leaned down and kissed me on the neck.
"Will you obey me?" he asked and lifted the crop off my pussy, ready to strike down.
"No, sir," I said and then held my breath.
"Good," he whispered in my ear and then he was gone again.
Relief washed over me as I relaxed into the leather swing. This man was playing my emotions like an instrument. Pain cut with pleasure. Demands of honesty and punishment for lying. I felt my barriers breaking down. I closed my eyes and felt a deep comfort flowing through me.
I felt Mr. Stone touch my foot and when I opened my eyes I saw him standing beside the bed holding a tea-cup. Steam was drifting in a lazy swirl above it. He was still naked, his cock sticking out in front of him but he was holding the cup like he was an English gentleman out for a walk around the grounds and a hot cup of tea.
"Green tea," he said and took a sip. "Would you like some?"
"Yes, sir," I said, unsure of this new game.
He took a mouthful of hot tea and then put the tea-cup down on the ground. Then he stepped up on to the bed and in between my legs. As he leaned forward, his cock pressed against my pussy. He put his lips on mine and he opened his mouth. His tongue was impossibly hot and as we kissed, I swallowed the tea.
We broke our kiss but he still held me close, his face touching mine.
"Do you want me to fuck you, little slave" he asked, his palm against the back of my neck.
"Yes, please Sir," I whispered. My whisper turned into a gasp as he pushed forward, impaling me on his cock. It felt so big, stretching me out, filling me completely. He pulled me towards him until he was fully inside me and had hold of the back of my neck with both hands. I was in his control completely.
He pulled out, slowly and then suddenly slammed back into me. I let out a shout as he went from slow and gentle to wild hard fucking in an instant. The swing moved back and forth, working with his rhythm. He reached down and twisted a nipple, the jolt of
"No, sir," I gasped and then he twisted even harder. The pain was incandescent and I wailed.
"Are you always so disobedient?" he asked again.
"Yes, sir, I am!" I moaned and then almost cried when he released my nipple. The blood came rushing back to it, the warmth making it throb. Each heartbeat was pain. Pleasure. Pain. Pleasure.
He moved away and I tried to turn to see where he went but I couldn't twist enough. I heard him murmur from behind me, "Be still, slave," and then a sharp crack as he hit something against the bed. I heard him move behind me and I sighed as his hand gently encircled my throat. I tried to bend my head to suck on his thumb but he moved it down.
Then I saw something long and black slide into view. It was a riding crop, pure black with a thin line of gold thread twisting down the handle. The piece of supple leather on the end brushed across my pussy and I tried not to make a sound.
"Disobedient girls will be punished," he whispered in my ear and then flicked the riding crop against my inner thigh. The sting was like fire and ice all at once and I whimpered.
"Will you obey me?" he asked, tracing the crop over the inside of my other thigh.
"I will, Sir," I said and he flicked the crop again, this time harder. I squealed at the pain and twisted in the harness. Every nerve ending was turned up to maximum. The leather against my back was soft and supple. I could hear the chains gently clinking as I moved. Every breath was jolting.
I felt his hand tighten around my throat, his fingers strong against me as he held me in place. He moved the crop down so the leather tip was sitting against my clit. I was on the verge of screaming. Every touch felt so intense.
"Don't lie to me slave. Tell the truth." He brushed the tip of the supple leather across my pussy and bursts of pleasure washed over me from my core, mixing with my fear. He leaned down and kissed me on the neck.
"Will you obey me?" he asked and lifted the crop off my pussy, ready to strike down.
"No, sir," I said and then held my breath.
"Good," he whispered in my ear and then he was gone again.
Relief washed over me as I relaxed into the leather swing. This man was playing my emotions like an instrument. Pain cut with pleasure. Demands of honesty and punishment for lying. I felt my barriers breaking down. I closed my eyes and felt a deep comfort flowing through me.
I felt Mr. Stone touch my foot and when I opened my eyes I saw him standing beside the bed holding a tea-cup. Steam was drifting in a lazy swirl above it. He was still naked, his cock sticking out in front of him but he was holding the cup like he was an English gentleman out for a walk around the grounds and a hot cup of tea.
"Green tea," he said and took a sip. "Would you like some?"
"Yes, sir," I said, unsure of this new game.
He took a mouthful of hot tea and then put the tea-cup down on the ground. Then he stepped up on to the bed and in between my legs. As he leaned forward, his cock pressed against my pussy. He put his lips on mine and he opened his mouth. His tongue was impossibly hot and as we kissed, I swallowed the tea.
We broke our kiss but he still held me close, his face touching mine.
"Do you want me to fuck you, little slave" he asked, his palm against the back of my neck.
"Yes, please Sir," I whispered. My whisper turned into a gasp as he pushed forward, impaling me on his cock. It felt so big, stretching me out, filling me completely. He pulled me towards him until he was fully inside me and had hold of the back of my neck with both hands. I was in his control completely.
He pulled out, slowly and then suddenly slammed back into me. I let out a shout as he went from slow and gentle to wild hard fucking in an instant. The swing moved back and forth, working with his rhythm. He reached down and twisted a nipple, the jolt of
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