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

I looked into his eyes and saw that he was making me a promise. He would punish me. He would dominate me. He would bring me pain even as he brought me pleasure. I was safe with him. I felt I was on the brink of some new life. The Delilah who'd come out last night wanted to be fully alive. To revel in her submission as she broke all her rules.

"You will tell me a safe word. If you ever use it, we will stop our game immediately. Understand?"

"Why do I need a safe word, Sir?"

I knew the answer but I wanted to hear him say it. He looked me over with that hungry look again and I saw him frown for a moment.

"Sometimes I want to go ... further," he said and I suddenly understood he was holding himself back at this very moment. I was in front of him, nude with my legs together and all he wanted was to grab me but he was waiting.

I don't know why I did it.
Maybe the orgasm after the maze set fire to my brain. Maybe seeing I had some small power over him.

"My safe word is Molotov," I said, deliberately leaving off the
sir
.

He was on the bed and had me over his knee in an instant. His hand cracked against my ass and I squealed with pain. He hit me again and again, each blow harder than the last.

"Sir, sir, sir, sir, sir," I babbled.

He lifted me off him as though I weighed nothing and pulled me over to the side of the bed. Before I knew it
I was on my knees in front of him. I could see his cock through his pants, pressing against the material. I reached for it and he twisted my hair. A jolt of pain went through me and I gasped.

"Wait," he commanded.

He used his other hand to pull his pants down, letting his cock spring out. I waited, although I was dying to have it in my mouth. To lick, to nibble, to bite.

He pulled my hair and I gasped again and then he pushed his cock in my mouth, filling me.

"Lick the tip," he said.

He pulled back so just the glans was in my mouth. I ran my tongue around it, swirling. I let out an involuntary moan as I tasted his pre-cum. I breathed in the scent of soap and male.
My ass was stinging in pain but it was far away now. His cock was my world and I would do anything he asked. Anything he wanted.

He pulled my head back and forth and gave me commands. Suck the tip. Take it all in your mouth. Close your eyes. I followed his commands, hearing his breath quicken as he used my mouth like the slave I was.
He tugged on my hair and I stood up, letting out a disappointed sigh as he pulled his cock away.

"You must learn to wait, slave," he said and turned me around. I started to bend over, expecting he'd fuck me from behind but instead I suddenly felt two leather restraints fasten around my ankles. Before I could protest he pushed me down on my stomach and fastened two more on my wrists. The restraints were connected by chains that went up to the roof. I hadn't seen them before because they blended so well with the color inside.

"Get up," Mr. Stone commanded and I heard him pulling on chains behind me. I stood up as my arms were pulled upwards and my ankles spread apart. He stepped in front of me and gently pushed me backwards. I felt leather behind me and realized it was a swing like I'd seen in his dungeon. I relaxed into it even as he stepped back and wound the chains again, pulling my legs apart and lifting my arms.

I was completely naked before him. Spread open and chained. I was helpless.

Mr. Stone had stripped off the last of his clothes before he'd chained me and I gazed over his body with as much intensity as he looked at mine. His cock was thick and hard, still wet from my mouth and I moaned at the thought of it being inside me.

He stepped up on to the bed and came closer until the tip of his cock came to rest against my pussy. I tried to push myself towards him but I couldn't. I was chained and couldn't move.

"Are you always so disobedient?" he 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 pain bringing tears to my eyes and then I was panting at the sensations flooding through me.

The crop marks on my inner thighs were like two hot coals. Every time he pulled me towards him our skin connected and a new wave of warmth burst out. My nipples were red and raised and he pinched each one in turn, sending a jolt down to my clit. My body hadn't forgotten the effect of the toys earlier and from deep within me I felt a tension building.

Soon I had no words - only a rhythmic cry as he pounded into me, each stroke of his cock whipping me up to a higher tempo. His hands were everywhere - on my throat, softly stroking my nipples, gripping my waist. I was his fuck toy and would be forever.

He owned me.

"Come," he commanded, one hand on my waist, the other at my throat.

His command was like a depth-charge going off from somewhere deep inside me. Even as I lost all control I knew I was obeying him. The deep warmth rose up from within me and then burst into a fire that whipped through me. My pussy clenched around his cock and I felt him cum inside me, his breaths short and furious.

In the aftershocks of my orgasm he unshackled me and lifted me out of the harness. He lowered me to the bed and I sighed as I rested my head against the soft pillows. I heard the jangling of chains and when I glanced upwards I saw the swing was gone, the chains retracted back into the hiding places.

Mr. Stone came back to bed and moved up behind me. He spooned me, one arm wrapping under and around and the other encircling me. I sighed again and smiled when I felt his lips against the back of my neck. His mouth was hot again with green tea and his kisses sent warmth flowing down my back.

"Will you be with me?" he whispered in my ear.

"I will, Sir," I said and clasped his hand.

"Even when you have seen what I may do to you?"

I heard the concern in his voice. Would I reject him now that I understood the pain he would mix with pleasure? Would I submit?

"I will, Sir," I said and placed a kiss on the skin between his thumb and finger.

"One moment," he said and then squeezed me tightly before moving away. I lay there, floating in warmth and more than willing to give him all the moments he needed. Maybe this could work. I could tell him the real reason I joined Stone-Black and he would tell me it was some evil executive long ago and he'd make it all better. That I was his slave and he would care for me.

I felt his body against mine and then he pressed something into my hand. I opened my eyes and saw a thin, black leather collar.
I almost stopped breathing in pure shock.

"It is your collar Ms. Neri. If you are mine, you will wear it."

I had to move, I couldn't think with his lips against the back of my neck, with his arms wrapped around me. I kissed his hand and then sat up, holding the collar in my hand.

Had I really accepted what it meant to be a slave? To be owned by this man? Bedroom games like pulling hair and pushing hands down were just that - games. But Mr. Stone didn't play games. He was dominant and he wanted me to be submissive. He wanted me to wear his collar. He wanted me to be his slave.

I looked at him and saw he was watching me with his piercing blue-green eyes. He was waiting for my answer. I ran my finger over the leather, daring myself to wear it, telling myself to run away.

If I put this on, who would I become?

***

Billionaire Black: My
Billionaire Boss, Part 4

Brooding billionaire Jackson Stone wants Delilah to be
his slave. To wear his collar. But she's afraid of what that will mean. Afraid of who she'll become...

After giving her a few days to decide, Mr. Stone invites her to be his date at an extravagant party but he has a plan to punish her for sneaking into his office without permission.
Will she finally give herself to Mr. Stone or will she let fear destroy everything?

Meanwhile, her past is catching up with her. Someone knows what happened all those years ago when Stone Pharma burned to the ground...

This is the fourth part of the "Billionaire Boss" series by Emily Cantore and is 10150 words long.

About the Author

Emily Cantore has a last name that sounds like some kind of dance and a mind that spends a lot of time thinking about hot and heavy moments. She writes creative smut that is based on true events and true smut based on wild times. Her stories are all works of fiction … except when they're not.