An Heir For The Billionaire: His Every Command (Part One) (A BDSM And Domination Erotic Romance Novelette) (2nd Edition) (9 page)
Authors: Bethany Rousseau
Randall pushed me down more firmly, until my breasts were crushed against the polished surface of his desk, the pressure sending new waves of sensation from my abused nipples. I felt Randall’s hand close on my hip, gripping tightly, as he sped up, pushing harder and faster into my pussy until I was crying out—almost screaming—from pleasure, doing everything I could to take as much of him inside of me as possible. I was on the very edge of orgasm, so close I could taste it, my whole body shaking from the electricity running up and down my bones. Randall reached down around my hip, finding my clit with his fingers, and I gasped as he began to stroke it firmly, in time to his thrusts. He let go of my hip and brought his hand down against my ass, and I felt my control disappear, my whole body tensing up as the orgasm hit me all at once, wave after wave of pleasure rocking me. I was helpless, trapped in place, wracked by pleasure that only intensified as Randall continued to pound into me from behind. I heard myself moaning over and over again, my throat almost raw from the amount of noise that I was making.
As the spasms of pleasure were beginning to abate, I felt Randall’s cock twitching inside of me, heard him groan lowly, a long, resonant sound from his throat; the heat of his orgasm shot into me, flooding me with slick stickiness. I barely held myself up as Randall finished, breathing heavily as he made his last thrusts into my pussy; he sagged against me, his weight somehow welcome as it managed to suppress the tremors that were running up and down my back, legs and arms.
I was still catching my breath when Randall pulled out, releasing the handcuff from his desk and stepping away from me. I managed to push myself up, staggering slightly as I stood, my body aching but so full of pleasure that I didn’t even care. I watched as Randall got dressed, smoothing his hair and glancing at me with a little satisfied smile before he sat down heavily in his desk chair. He gestured for me to approach and pulled me into his arms, caressing me all over. “That was amazing,” I said, sounding to my own ears as if I was almost high from the experience. Randall smiled, brushing his lips across my forehead. The tremors began to abate and I took a deep breath, a delicious calm coming over me. Randall played with one of my breasts, caressing and cupping it without direct sexual intent, but as if he just enjoyed touching me; it was as if he were demonstrating his mastery, his ownership of me. I looked for the catch on the handcuff and couldn’t find it, deciding after a moment that I’d worry about it later. “Won’t someone wonder what you’re up to?” I asked him curiously, realizing that the tryst must have taken a long time. Randall laughed out loud, kissing me quickly on the lips.
“No one asks questions. If I say I’m not to be disturbed, they don’t disturb me. Sometimes I even take a nap if there’s no pressing business to attend to.” I thought of how much power he had; certainly it would explain his sense of dominance over me, his ability to just assume that I would give in to him. I could do much worse, I thought, leaning against him comfortably.
“Hey,” I said, running my finger along his chest. I wished absently that he wasn’t wearing his clothes, and I wondered why he hadn’t let me see him fully naked, even though we’d had sex twice now. “I could definitely do with something like this on a daily basis. Do you happen to have a personal assistant?” I asked the question jokingly, the post-orgasmic haze making me feel more daring. Randall smiled, kissing me again and giving my left breast a careful tweak.
“Sadly, I don’t think I would get very much done if I actually hired you for that position. I do, however, have a position much better suited for your talents.” I raised an eyebrow, silently asking him to elaborate. “I would like you to be the mother of my heir.”
Bethany Rousseau
The sequel to this story is available now!
An Heir For The Billionaire: His Every Desire (Part Two)
Distrustful and apprehensive about Randall Barksby's stated intentions, Jasmine is in two minds; conflicted between the outrageous money Randall is offering her to be the mother of his child, but reluctant to be used as a simple tool, she realizes she must make an important decision. But just how will her billionaire lover - surely a man who isn't used to being turned down - react when he hears of her apprehension?
Soon the pair are entwined in a web of intrigue and eroticism that threatens to hurt them both; how can Jasmine make Randall see things her way?
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