My Billionaire Master: Indebted To Him (Part One) (A BDSM Erotic Romance Novelette) (9 page)

She jerked on the first harsh blow to her ass before gasping when his hand spread her wetness over the tender place. Her hips hiked into the air as her hands fisted around his soft sheets. The stir of air signaled the second snap but she wasn’t ready for it. Damp now, it fired her ass worse than the first. Anger aside, Alfie’s hand rubbed the heat away before sliding down the cleft and between her cheeks.

Watching his punishing blows simultaneously pain and drive her desire higher, his inner war waged even more ferociously. He snapped the whip again and sent her jerking on the bed. Using her motion, he pumped his fingers into her and followed her writhing body across the sheet. He glistened with a slight sheen of sweat as his wrist snapped again, landing a blow across her nipples. The snap was just subtle enough to drive her back off the bed as her nipples sprang taut in the air.

Shockwaves of pleasure and pain flooded her arched body. Her tender ass cheeks against the soft sheets felt raw but still tingled as his hand spread her dampness over both openings before stroking her clit. Having experienced nothing like the seesaw affect of pain then pleasure scorching her flesh with goose bumps, she helplessly thrashed on the bed. Not knowing which he would grant next—pain or pleasure—she yearned for both simultaneously while helplessly panting her pleas for him to fuck her.

Part of her mind screamed for her to hush while another resisted being told what to do and when to do it. Recognizing her inner strength wasn’t bending completely to his will, his wrist flicked the whip even harder. The blow licked the sheet next to her torso, making him fight a new level of respect when disappointment bled into her pleading tone. Narrowing his eyes in an attempt to clamp down on his rising emotions, he jerked her ankle in a slide toward him. In the midst of her wrecked state, his voice cut through, “I told you I held the control here. What don’t you understand about that?”

Another crack of the whip against her heaving nipples as his fingers stretched her mercilessly open sent her over the edge. Mindlessly convulsing in her ecstasy, his name slipped out on a moan while inadvertently begging him and agreeing that she trusted him. At this point, she would have allowed him to do whatever he wished with her body and soul as long as he was there to continue in his punishing pleasure.

A ball gag was suddenly shoved into her mouth and snapped into place to ensure her babbling stopped. Contented with licking at the rubbery ball, she dazedly stared at him as he ran a scarf through his hands. His face dropped to hers; piercing blue eyes intimidating as he breathed over her lips, “Trust, Cassidy. It’s time to learn about trusting me.”

He tied the scarf around her eyes. Blind, mute, and ready to bend to his will; she jerked when a controlled blow of the whip landed above her clit. The barest of brushes was like a teasing breath across body and mind, reminding her that he was the one that brandished her pleasure and her pain. The next blow snapped harder on her thigh. Even more painful, it stung for a minute before the air stirred and another snap delivered a twin sting to her other thigh.

Anticipation sank its claws into her, lifting her hips for that delicious sting she assumed would bless her clit. Instead, the hard handle of the whip rubbed over her as the trailing braided tail brushed her leg, then her stomach, before dragging over her nipples. A rush of air made her body writhe, legs spreading wide to signal her yearning to feel the snap upon her clit. Alfie’s laugh flooded the air—amusement, recognition, and a hint of respect—before he surrendered a degree and granted her the licking snap.

She shrieked around the gag, climaxing so intensely that tears sprang to her eyes. If Alfie hadn’t immediately thrust into her, she was sure she would have launched herself at him. Her wrists were jerked above her head as he penetrated inside her; his denial of her touch sent her own need into overdrive. She boldly dragged the soles of her feet over the backs of his legs, curling her hips to meet every plunge of his cock.

He groaned against her neck, “You’re
mine
, Cassidy.”

He repeated
mine
with each deep plunge as if desperate for her to recognize it. Unable to speak due to the gag, she whimpered back as her nails dug into his palms and her feet absorbed every shift in his muscular legs. His repetitive
mine
changed to
I will own…your pleasure…shatter it…trust me
.

Needing her mind to relent more than he cared to admit, he drove his fingers under the blindfold and growled against her mouth, “Look at me.”

Nose to nose with him, she stared into his blue eyes as his breath fanned over her cheek. Mesmerized by the many emotions flickering within his gaze, she tried to read his thoughts. He tensed as if unused to showing so much of himself. She swore tenderness bled into his gaze. Alfie never broke eye contact, lavishing her mentally with this intense connection, while his cock jerked. Within his climax, his control cracked and allowed a world of emotion to flit over his face.

Lethargy drenched every muscle within her, surrendering her to him in body and spirit. When he removed the mouthpiece, she surprised them both when she softly muttered, “You treat me like I’m your sex toy.”

His mind shifted at her vulnerable tone while his gaze dropped to hers, eyebrows rising to drive the point home, “No, Cassidy, you’re a beautiful treasure to me. Like the one you broke.”

She spooned into him before glancing over her shoulder to accuse, “You enjoyed hurting me.”

Having spent his anger and calmed, he told her with a thoughtful look, “I enjoy granting pleasure through pain. Anything else isn’t…intentional.”

On a deep breath but still not understanding his world, she took a chance and said, “I accept. I’ll sign your contract.”

Delilah Gardner

The next installment of this story is available now!

My Billionaire Master: Shattered By Him (Part Two)

Now employed by her gorgeous billionaire benefactor, Cassidy is surprised to be called upon so soon; Alfie has invitations to an event, and insists that his new employee accompany him. Far from fine dining, however, she instead finds a lurid mansion, populated by masked, naked unknowns! The time has evidently come to test Cassidy's resolve; will she really do everything her boss asks of her?