Billionaire Bondage: My Billionaire Boss, Part 3 (A BDSM Erotic Romance) (2 page)

"That was incredible," I told her, wiping my lips on a serviette.

"Thank you very much," she said and gave a small bow. "Mr. Stone has not had such a lovely young girl here in so very long. You are good for him."

With that stunning pronouncement she wiped her hands on her apron and disappeared out the pantry door behind her, leaving me sitting there with my mouth hanging open and serviette dangling from my hand.

"Excuse me Miss," said a voice from the doorway. It was a no-fooling-actual-English butler. He was an older man and impeccably dressed in a black suit.

"Oh, hello," I said, coming to my senses.

"We have laid out clothes for you up in your bedroom. Mr. Stone has left you another note also. Is there anything else we can do for you?"

"No, thank you ... um ... Mr..."

"Mr. Henry." He gave a perfect bow and then indicated I was to follow him. I turned to thank Nadine again but she was still in the panty so I followed Mr. Henry up the stairs and back to my room. He bowed again at the door and walked - butlered? - away.

I found a
silky blue dress sitting folded on the bed. On the floor were a pair of ridiculously expensive-looking flats. There was another pale gold envelope with a note inside.

Open the box sitting under the window.
Get dressed and then meet me at the entrance to the maze at 10am.

What box? And a maze? I went over to the window and found a dark-red box sitting on the window-seat. I opened it and felt a nervous shiver run through me.
Inside was a pair of underwear unlike any I'd ever seen. In the back was a white plug and in the front a blue egg connected by a thin plastic strand to the padded front.

I lifted it up and found lingerie underneath. Black stockings. A garter belt. A red lacy bra.

What did Mr. Stone have planned?

I pushed open the curtains to look outside and saw three
things that took my breath away:

The first was the bottle of lube sitting on the windowsill.

The second was the enormous spiraling hedge maze in the rear garden.

The third was Mr. Stone standing at the entrance of the maze, looking up at me.

He tapped his watch and then stepped into the maze. I turned and looked at the clock. I had fifteen minutes.

I looked down at the underwear in my hands and felt myself shiver again. I'd wondered just last night what it would feel like to use a plug ... and now I was about to find out. I slipped out of the robe, feeling incredibly naughty as I sto
od naked in front of the window. I picked up the bottle of lube and squeezed a small drop on to my finger.

"Just relax," I told myself and then reached behind me to dab the droplet on me. It was cold but the moment I felt it, I knew I'd enjoy what was to come next. I was scared but this new turn of events had twisted my mind even further. I was becoming hornier with every passing minute. I dabbed lube all over the plug and then set the bottle back up on the window.
Telling myself to breathe, I pulled the underwear up and positioned the tip of the plug. I couldn't do it standing up so I knelt down on the carpet and then turned over on to my back. I reached down and slowly pushed the plug inside me. At first it was cold, like a lubricant, and then I felt myself warming as it pushed inside. It wasn't large but I felt stretched out, filled, and I gasped when the final ridge of the plug slipped inside. I lay there for a moment, adjusting to the feeling before reaching down into the underwear to grasp the egg. I was already wet and so it was easy to slip it inside of me. It was much smaller than the plug but I could feel myself twitching at the pleasure produced by these two toys.

I pulled myself up off the floor and walked slowly to the bathroom, adjusting to the feeling of the toys inside me. I could feel them there, filling me, but it wasn't uncomfortable. I could walk around without any problem.

I washed the lubricant off my hands and dried them and just as I was about to give myself some more mirror advice the egg and the plug roared to life. I bent nearly double, managing to grab on to the marble sink. The buzzing filled me completely, shocking through my body, down my legs, up my back. I felt it all over me and then an instant later it was gone, leaving me gasping for breath in the bathroom.

"Hurry up, Delilah," Mr. Stone said and I jolted up, expecting to find him standing behind me. But the bedroom was empty. I looked around but I couldn't see any speakers. They were probably well-hidden. Did he have a camera in here too?

The egg and plug buzzed again and I almost toppled on the bed. It was a short burst and then I heard Mr. Stone's voice from somewhere above me.

"I said hurry."

I stood up and rushed to the window-box, my heart pounding. I grabbed the stockings and pulled them on. He was watching me somehow and if I didn't get outside quickly, I was sure the toys would vibrate my brain out.

*

I walked out the back door of the mansion, trying to keep my composure but it was hard with the toys inside me and threatening to buzz at any moment. Every step I took I could feel them and the idea that Mr. Stone had his finger on remote drove me wild.

When I stepped out, I saw Mr. Stone had come back out of the maze and was standing at the entrance again.
I giggled when I saw him. He was dressed casually in dark pants, brown shoes and a pale blue polo shirt. He looked like he'd just stepped out of a Ralph Lauren ad.

I walked up to him, trying to keep my face as smooth and calm as his but I'm sure he saw the crazed look in my eye. He held out his palm and I stopped a step away from him. He leaned in and whispered in my ear.

"I want you, Delilah. But how much do you want me?"

He kissed me before I could answer and suddenly turned and walked into the maze.
I took a step forward to follow him and the plug gently buzzed sending a wave of pleasure up my spine and stopping me in my spot. I stepped backwards and the vibrating stopped.

You beautiful bastard
I thought. Did I want him enough to follow him into the maze?

Hell yes.

I took a deep breath and walked into the maze. Immediately the plug started vibrating, a gentle buzz that seemed to shoot up my spine.

I took the first left and felt the buzzing increase and with it my heat-rate. Then I took another turn and the buzzing faded away with each step.

Oh, I get it. Hotter and colder. I turned back the way I came and the vibrations increased. I stopped and listened but all I could hear was the sound of the waves pounding on the beach and nearby songbirds chirping.

I closed my eyes and tried to remember the maze from
the bedroom but my mind wasn't helping me. All I could think about was ripping those pants off Mr. Stone, have him push me down on my knees and forcing his cock into my mouth while he twisted my hair.

I remembered something from high-school about mazes. Put your hand on the wall and follow it and you'll always find the exit. But did it work to find the middle? And I knew this wasn't the game.

I set off after Mr. Stone.

I took random turns, heading to where I thought the centre of the maze would be.
Every time I felt the buzzing decrease I turned back and chose the other path. Soon I found myself panting as I walked through the maze. The plug was vibrating softly and the egg had started up too and I couldn't take it much longer.

I turned a corner and found myself in a dead end
with a white marble statue. A delicate forest nymph was on her back, writhing in pleasure, a horny Satyr fucking her. I grinned and stepped closer to it and for a moment the buzzing ceased entirely. The cessation was nearly as strong as when it started and I found myself holding on to the Satyr, catching my breath.

Okay, rest points.

I caught my breath and headed off again. The buzzing started up again, soft and gentle but increasing every with every step. This time it was faster than before. The plug vibrated, making my legs shaky and my mind start to switch off. The egg would then start up and finally the front of the underwear itself would start vibrating, resting against my clit.

I found a
nother dead end and another statue. This time of two nymphs locked in a passionate embrace, one of them with her fingers in the other's cleft. The horny satyr was watching, his enormous cock jutting out in front of him. As soon as I got close to it, the buzzing died and I stood there with my blood pounding in my ears.

A
s I progressed through the maze I almost came a few times. Mr. Stone hadn't told me not to but for some reason I wanted to prove I wanted him without ending up writhing on the ground. I encountered more statues along the way. The satyr whipping the nymph who was tied to a cross, her face contorted in pleasure and pain. The nymph sitting on the Satyr's face, leaning forward and sucking his cock. The nymph face down with her hands tied, the satyr fucking her from behind.

At every statue I felt myself getting wetter and wetter.
I couldn't take this much longer. I had to be close to the center.

Finally I came across
what had to be the last statue. The nymph standing quite demurely next to the satyr. He was wearing pants and smiling. It took a moment for me to realize she had her hand down his pants, holding his cock. I approached the statue and saw his hand behind her, his fingers inside her. Somehow this demure scene was even hotter than the rest. Like it was showing civil people who couldn't repress their sexual nature.

The buzzing died away as I approached and I almost collapsed in front of it. I knew what Mr. Stone's plan was: have me on the brink of orgasm by the time I found him. Make me get closer and closer even as the pleasure threatened to wipe me out.
I had to do something to even the score.

The instant I thought of this, the solution came.

I stepped out of my flats and pulled my dress off, dropping it on the grass. Let's see how he deals with this.

I turned away from the satyr and nymph and walked down a long passage of green. At every step the plug and egg increased in intensity. I could see a red roof ahead, rising above the hedge and I knew I was going the right way.
But I had to get their fast. Already I was moaning under my breath.

I stopped at the final corner and took a deep breath. I couldn't let him see what he had done to me. With waves of pleasure running up and down my body I strolled around the corner like I was just out for an afternoon walk.

In the centre of the maze was a large pagoda with a circular bed sitting beneath it. Standing in front of it was Jackson Stone, fully dressed, waiting for me.

As soon as I walked out I saw
that hungry look come over his face. I was hoping for surprise but I'll take it.

"Where is your dress, Ms. Neri?"

I didn't answer but instead reached around behind me and unclipped the bra. I slipped it off and dropped it on the grass. The buzzing was nearly unbearable in its pleasure and it took all my effort not to drop to the grass in front of him in a moaning heap.

"Come here," he told me, his eyes flashing dangerously.

I knew I was pushing him but I didn't care.

I stopped and slid first one stocking off and then the other. As I bent over I kept my eyes on him and had to bite the inside of my cheek when the sensations from the toys threatened to overwhelm me.

I stood up.

I threw the stocking
s at him.

He caught them and then in an instant he was in front of me, his hand around my throat and his lips against my ear. I felt his body against mine and his cock pressing against me.

"Disobedient girls will be punished," he said to me, his breath hot against me.

"Yes ... Sir," I said, drawing out the gap. I felt him tense next to me and then suddenly the egg and plug turned up to maximum and I collapsed into his arms as my orgasm roared through me. I was helpless against him
, babbling and wailing as every nerve convulsed.

An eternity later or maybe no time at all I was limp
as a ragdoll in Mr. Stone's arms as he carried me to the bed underneath the pagoda. I realized I was completely naked - the underwear with the plug and egg gone. He'd slipped them out of me.

He lowered me on to the bed and I felt my legs spreading for him. Now the toys were gone I wanted his cock to fill me up. I needed it. I reached for him but he moved away, pressing my legs together.

"There are rules if you are to be my little slave," he said, standing by the bed looking down at me.

"Yes, sir,
" I said. I thought I was wet already but when he said
slave
...

"You are my slave and I am your master. You will address me as Sir or you will be punished."

I nodded and then quickly added "Yes, sir," when I saw his eyes narrow.

"I own you, Delilah."

I felt myself starting to shake I wanted him so much. I wanted to be possessed by him, controlled by him, owned by him... but I was afraid too.

"As your owner, I will keep you safe. You will never have reason to doubt me. I will earn your trust."