Bred for the Billionaire’s Heir (An Erotic tale of BDSM, Alpha Male Dominance and Female Submission) (4 page)

With a smug look on his face he retorted. “There are some at the Towel Cowl.”

“Please,” Jasmine said unashamed. “I beg you, please.” Jasmine looked up at the mysterious man with absolute submission in her eyes. “Please,” she whispered.

The man rocked his body toward her causing her to lean toward him. But rocking back his hand shot out and gripped the back of her neck. She remembered this feeling and relief filled every cell of her body. He was hers and there was nothing she would refuse him.

Pulling her in and closing the door he moved his lips to hers. She found the sensation of his kiss to be unadulterated pleasure. She needn't doubt her choice, everything in her was telling her she wanted all of him and that was what she got.

Pushing Jasmine down onto the bed, the light haired man reached for his nightstand drawer. Withdrawing what looked like leather wrist straps, Jasmine's heart raced. She didn't know what he would do with them, but the possibilities rattled her to her core. She would never stop him though. Her body was no longer hers, she decided. It was his and he could do with it whatever he liked.

The gray-eyed man's eyes twinkled as he put the wrist straps on her. Next he withdrew two more and attached it to her ankles. With him still fully clothed and her comfortably bound, he sat on top of her and tightly grabbed onto her chin.

“Now that you've begged me, you're mine to do with whatever I'd like. And like the rest of my servants, you will refer to me as Master. Do you understand me?”

Jasmine, lost in his eyes, didn't answer.

He squeezed. “I said, did you understand me?”

“Yes, Master,” she said getting a slight tingle as the word trickled over her lips.

“And if you're bad you will be punished. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Master.”

The words now flowed out of her effortlessly. It amazed her. The term ‘master’ already seemed so natural to her that to call him anything else seemed wrong.

“But if you're good…” He paused. “If you're good I will give you a gift. Do you understand me?”

Jasmine was intrigued. What would her punishment be? What would be her gift? She decided to test her limits and not speak.

“Do you understand me?”

Jasmine smiled in defiance.

Jassar's eyes tighten. He understood what she was doing and would give her what she wanted, her punishment. Jassar reached into his nightstand again and pulled out two clothes pins. Jasmine stared at them feeling her heart race, yet still refused to answer.

“Do you understand me?”

With Jasmine still quiet he reached over her, grabbed her left arm and locked her wrist strap to the bed post. Hearing a click Jasmine couldn't see what was happening but soon learned that she couldn’t move. He did the same to her other arm. With him sitting up on top of her, she felt helpless.

“Do you understand me?”

Shaking and with her heart pounding out of her chest, her nipples were as erect as they could be. Jasmine, watching as her new master slowly moved the clothes pin to her breast, was overwhelmed with erotic terror.

When the pin closed on her nipple, pain shot through her being. Somehow though, the pain felt good. She had never felt anything that felt so good. So when he reached for the other breast, she whimpered with excitement. And when it finally closed on her other nipple, her moans were of ecstasy.

“Now, do you understand me?”

She didn't want to say it. She liked being bad. She wanted to know what other punishments would come her way, but she couldn't resist any more.

“Yes, Master. I do?” she cried out.

“You are a defiant one, aren't you?”

“Yes, Master. I am,” she said through the pain.

“Do you want me to take the clothes pins off?”

“Yes, Master. I do.”

“Wrong! The answer is whatever
you
want to do, Master. For that you get another punishment.”

Jasmine's heart raced imagining what it could be. When her master reached across her, he unhooked her from the post and linked her wrists together. He then pulled her naked body over his lap and adjusted her ass up. She had never been spanked by anyone before, and when his flat palm hit her naked ass, she flinched. It didn't hurt like the clothes pins did; it stung, but in spurts.

Her new master gave her 3 smacks and with them she could feel her olive ass glow red.

“I'll be good, Master.”

“Will you do everything I say?”

“Yes, Master,” she said relenting.

“Good,” he said gently rubbing her bare ass. “Good.”

Jasmine lay over his lap spent. She wondered how long he would give her to rest before she got the opportunity to be bad again. Her answer came as her lover's thick fingers once again found their way between her legs and on the mounds of her swollen lips. Until then she hadn't even realized that she was aroused. She couldn't explain it if she tried, but their game had ignited a part of her that she didn't know existed.

Her master's fingers slowly traced the outline of her hole. It was then that she remembered that looking directly at her, he would be able to tell that she was still a virgin. Jasmine froze afraid that her obvious lack of experience would bring their game to an end. She considered what she could to do get him to punish her again, and she was about to jump up and retract all of her concessions when she heard something unexpected.

“Beautiful,” he said sending a feeling of warmth down to her toes.

'Is this it?' she asked herself. 'Am I too innocent for him now? Will I ever lose this thing?'

“Stand!” Her master finally ordered.

Jasmine slowly stood in front of him trying desperately not to jiggle the clothes pins still attached to her nipples.

“Now, will you be good?”

“Yes, Master,” she said softly.

He reached up and released one of the clothes pins.

“Will you do whatever I say?”

“Yes, Master.”

He gently removed the second pin. Free, Jasmine's mind blacked over when she received a sudden rush. It was almost orgasmic. It wasn't having the pins on that was the most pleasurable, she realized. It was the rush that came after they were taken off. It felt fantastic. Jasmine rubbed her legs together in delight. She wanted more of this. She wanted everything that he could dish out.

“Get on your knees,” he ordered.

Jasmine didn't budge. She wanted the punishment and when his steely eyes tightened, she knew she was going to get it. Jassar tossed her to her knees and walked away to grab a candle. Letting it burn for a while he dropped the hot wax on her still tender ass. It delighted her. It burned for merely a second, but soon after came the rush of pleasure.

Jassar was a master after all. He could bring her to the point of almost unbearable pain but then at the last moment, pull her back bringing her pleasure. As the night went on, he used whips then chains on her trying to get her to fully submit. And when they were tired they slept only to wake up again and start over.

The next morning when they found themselves hungry, Alfred entered carrying fruit. Alfred didn't flinch at the tied up reddened girl on the floor; nor should he. Jasmine was exactly where she wanted to be, loving every moment of it. With every passing second he really was becoming her master. Soon, not even she could stand to disobey him.

“Will you do everything your master says?” he asked one final time.

Gagged and tied into a ball, she could fight no more. She shook her head yes.

Surprised, Jassar untied the gag so that she could speak.

“Will you do everything your master says?” he asked again.

“Yes,” she coughed exhausted. “Yes, Master. I am yours to do with whatever you want. I am your humble slave and my body is yours for anything you will use it for.”

Jasmine's tired eyes slowly drew up to her masters. His look surprised him. He was hiding excitement but not very well. Quickly untying her he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. She had been bound for so long that she could barely lift her arms. Looking at all of the indents and red marks over her body, Jassar rubbed them. It was as if he felt compassion for her. It was as if he cared. Jasmine's heart soared.

“Now that you have given yourself fully to me, you are ready for my gift.”

'What will it be?' she wondered. 'What will the man that possesses everything give to me in exchange for my complete submission?'

This time when he took her cheek in her hand, it was gentle. He brushed it with more tenderness than she thought him capable. And when his surprisingly soft lips pushed gently against hers, she felt the tightening of the space between her legs.

'This is what love feels like,' she thought. And then she closed her eyes and examined every part of his touch.

His tongue, which now danced around in her mouth, was wide and strong and tasted like citrus. His bare chest, which rested on her fully erect nipples, was solid and rippling. And the bulge, which she barely remember from what seemed like weeks ago, rested on her firm nub with only his worn jeans separating them. She wanted him. She wanted all of him, and having taken his worst, she now wondered what his best would feel like.

When her master finally unbuttoned his pants, she found out. His bulge had barely hinted to what lay within. The warmth of it and the thickness of it slipped against the skin of her most tender part like a perfectly constructed bow for a priceless violin. Spent of all of her emotions, all she could do was enjoy it. So when the head of his bow planted itself on her partially open case, Jasmine, with her eyes still closed, took a deep breath.

There was nothing in Jasmine's life that could compare to the feeling of her master's bow entering her case. It hurt, but like so many other things that he had done to her, what immediately followed was a rush of pleasure. His gift was unforgettable pleasure.

Jassar pushed his mighty instrument into Jasmine and she cooed. She didn't want it to stop, and when his thrusts picked up speed, she realized that their passions were headed for each other like two semis about to crash.

An unusual gnawing began in Jasmine's legs that she had never felt before; not even with his tongue on her bud. And when the slow ache traveled through her groin and into her loins, she could do nothing but moan.

“Ahh,” she said noticing her torso which began to gently roll from one side to the other. “Ohhh!” she continued completely losing track of everything around her.

When a force grabbed her insides and pulled its way out, Jasmine thrashed to the side.

“Ohhhhh!” She screamed. “Oh yes!”

Finding a strength she didn't have before, Jasmine slammed her arms down onto the bed. With a burst of rapturous pleasure, she released her orgasmic juices spraying her master and the bed as she did.

Barely aware what was going on, she heard a scream come from her lover. He, she imagined, was covering her insides with everything that he had. And instead of removing his naked tool to limit the exposure, he pushed himself in further. It was like he was trying to spray straight through her. She wasn't sure what he was doing, but when he collapsed on her, she decided that she didn't care. She had gotten her gift. It was a memory that she would take with her for the rest of her life. For that, she was eternally grateful.

Within moments, Jasmine was back asleep. She had many strange dreams that night. All of them involved mysterious strangers bearing gifts. The last one was the most revealing, though. It was of a wise man that resembled her father who claimed to be carrying mur. Jasmine had never been sure what mur was. She had heard the reference in relation to the bible as a gift for the baby Jesus, but nowhere else.

It was after that dream that she woke up. It was timed with a familiar young voice. The voice was that of her little brother. He was calling out for her parents.

“Mom, Dad, come quick. Jasmine's here,” he yelled.

Jasmine opened her eyes to find her parents staring down at her. Their lips seemed to be expressing anger, but their eyes expressed nothing but sorrow; one could even mistake it for guilt.

“Where were you?” her father demanded.

“We were worried sick. Your brother almost had a heart attack from concern.”

“How disrespectful of a daughter are you?” her father added with a tender look in his eyes.

“Shouldn't you call the police?” Jasmine found for the energy to say.

“Call the police? We
should
call the police, you worrying us like that.”

“No, I mean so they can call off the search,” Jasmine offered in what her parents could see was a trap.

“Don't be ridiculous. Why would we call the police? You're here now. You had us sick with worry,” her father concluded.

“I need to rest now,” Jasmine demanded knowing that they would comply.

Both parents quieted and stared at Jasmine as she rolled to her side.

“Come dear. Give your sister some time to rest,” her mother said to Jasmine's brother.

“But don't you want to know where she was, mom?”