The Billionaire's New Piece (The Billionaire Temptation #1) (BDSM Erotica) (3 page)

I don’t know what
came over me, but I replied, “Tie me up.”

And in the
span of a few minutes, he had pulled the brush from my ass (after quickly
fucking me again with it) and undid the belt from my wrists. He motioned for me
to move towards the bed, and I did as I was told.

When he
reappeared, he had four pairs of handcuffs. I moaned in agreement. He placed
each pair on one of my wrists and ankles, and then cuffed each one to a
bedpost. I was spread eagle, totally vulnerable, my wet cunt, asshole, and
mouth were his for the taking. And he took me every way imaginable.

I had never
felt an orgasm until this moment, and when it hit, it swept me up like a
hurricane, and I was tossed about in waves and storms of pleasures I thought
were unattainable. He would kiss my mouth, and fuck my pussy like a drill,
hitting my g-spot and making me cum again and again.

I couldn’t
help it, my pussy squirted onto him, making him smile, and his erection grow
somehow even harder. He fingered my asshole, and licked my pussy up and down,
while I squealed and moaned in ecstatic pleasure.

My mouth was
opening and closing, begging for his cock.

“I love that
you’re a squirter,” he said, as he crawled over me, “You get rewarded for your
good behavior, Clarissa.”

He let his
cock bounce just before my mouth, and I reached forward with my neck to lick
it. I licked the head all around, tasting both his cum and mine. Then he slowly
lunged his cock into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat. He moved
in and out, tantalizing me, and I almost came again from pure excitement. My
billionaire tasted so good!

I knew from
the look on his face that he was pleased with me. When he fucked my pussy
again, my entire body trembled. This time, he went so hard and deep that I
couldn’t contain myself and moaned and squealed as loud as I wanted.

My arms and
legs shook the bedposts, and my ass bounced up and down as his cock tore my
pussy up. I felt his hands on my breasts; they were his to do with what he
wanted. He squeezed them, rubbing the nipples, all while fucking my wet, wet
cunt. I could hear the subtle splashing about of cum as he plunged in and out;
I never thought I could cum so hard. I never thought I could fit such a huge
cock in such a little hole.

I trembled
uncontrollably, as he slowly slid his cock from my pussy. He lowered his face
to my wet tightness, and leisurely licked it one final time. Then he placed one
finger in my asshole, and two fingers in my cunt.

“You’ve been
very good, Clarissa.” He said, as he moved his fingers in and out, bringing me
to orgasm.

“Yes, tha-
thank you. I just want - I just wanted to please you, Mr. Garrett. I mean
Will.” I shuddered, in between orgasmic waves.

“I know you
did, Clarissa.”

“I’ve never
had an orgasm before today,” I admitted quickly. I don’t know why I said that.
I just wanted him to know how excellent he was at fucking me. How much I loved
it. How much I was his.

“Today you
came hard, and now you get your last reward,” He said with a grin.

As my body
tremble slowed down, he removed his fingers, and slid up the bed. At this
point, I was so exhausted from our fucking that I didn’t know if I could
possibly handle anything else. Note to self: get a gym membership.

“You get to
swallow my entire load of cum,” he said placing his cock in front of my mouth
again. Oh god. Did I want this? Of course I did. Of course I did. My
billionaire’s cum would taste so sweet – and it did.

He plunged his
cock into my mouth one last time, and within a few moments of pushing in and
out, touching the back of my throat, and enjoying the caresses of my tongue, he
came like a fire hose, filling my mouth with salty sweet goodness.

I held it in
my mouth for a moment, tasting it, as he fell to his side, in pleasure. Then I
swallowed.

After a moment
of silence, I said, “You can leave me here forever if you want. Just come back
when you need me.”

He laughed and
rolled over, placing his hand on my wet belly. “No, no. While you can expect to
see a lot of my room and studio, you’ve got a life to get back to. And a
painting to finish for me.”

The painting;
I had totally forgotten.

“But as long
as you stay with me, you’ll never have to work another day in your life. I just
hope you enjoy getting fucked hard.”

“I’ve never
done anything like this before,” I admitted, in between deep breaths.

“You’re a
natural, Clarissa. You’re exactly what I’ve ben looking for.” He said, kissing
my breast. “But know that the treatment you got today was but the tip of the
iceberg. Inside the studio, there are many more toys for us to explore.”

“When will I
see you again?” I asked, hoping he’d say tomorrow.

“Very soon,
I’d wager,” he smiled. “I expect I’ll be commissioning many pieces from you.
Maybe you can even finish up that portrait of me?”

He laughed,
and I blushed. Damn it, Clarissa. Why did I have to draw that stupid portrait?

Of course,
being a billionaire tycoon, Will soon had to leave to attend to some business,
giving me free range of the house. After introducing me to his servants, who
had just arrived, he encouraged me to start my painting, but said I didn’t have
to if I didn’t want to.

He showed me
the large white marble bathroom with gorgeous glass bathtub before he left. As
he left, I laughed as I realized I was not sure exactly what his company did. I
noted that I’d need to learn everything I could about this man. About my man.

I took a quick
bath after that, fingering myself to the memory of his cock. I nearly came
using the detachable showerhead, spraying warm water jets on my clit. I moaned
his name, and hoped the servants were not around. I spent the remainder of that
day inside the studio, this time working on my landscape for real. His servants
tended to me as they brought me exotic fruit drinks and sweet iced treats upon
my command.

While
selecting which brush to use, I decided upon the one that had been in my pussy
and ass. Will Garrett would appreciate that. I smiled, as I painted everything
I saw from beyond the glass, driven by the excitement of what had just occurred
in the studio, hours before. Before long, the sun had set and the landscape was
utterly unlike the one I was painting.

His driver
took me home.

On Monday
morning, I walked into the art gallery to see Mademoiselle sitting on my desk
once more, waiting for me.

“Well,” she
asked, “how did it go? Was he pleased with your work? Are you still working on
it?”

I kept a
knowing smile, as I strolled past her to my seat at the desk.

“He was very
pleased, M’oiselle.”

“Oh was he?
And what was mansion like?”

“Can’t you
google it?”

“The
interior,” Mademoiselle said, annoyance creeping into her voice. “What was the
interior like?”

“I’ve actually
signed a non-disclosure agreement, so I can’t really discuss it with you at
this time.”

Mademoiselle
hopped from the desk, and landed on her stilettos with a click. Today she
looked smaller than usual, a defeated expression on her face. She wished it
were her that went to the estate, I noted. Of course.

“Will I be
able to see the piece at least upon its completion?” She asked, weakly.

“Yes, perhaps.
But that will be up to Will.” I replied.

“To Will? To
Mr. Garrett, you mean, right?”

“Yes, Will. Or
Mr. Garrett. Whatever you wanted to call him.”

The phone rang
in the office, Mademoiselle took one last look at me before she trudged to the
other room and answered the phone.

I flipped open
my sketchbook and admired the sketch of myself. I though of what the girl
looking back at me had been through this weekend. I thought of Will Garrett’s
fat cock, and the succession of orgasms he’d given me, and finally the taste of
his cum. I looked at my own face, my wide eyes, my high cheekbones, and for the
first time, I thought I looked beautiful. I thought I looked right.

Mademoiselle
emerged from the office, and I didn’t bother to hide the sketchbook.

“It’s… Mr.
Garrett.” She said, meekly. “He wishes to speak to you directly regarding the
status of the piece you are working on.”

“Oh, yes, one
moment,” I replied, taking one final lengthy look at my self-portrait. I noticed
from the corner of my eye, that Mademoiselle’s jaw dropped at my laissez-faire
attitude.

“Here, hand me
the phone, Mademoiselle.” And she did.

“Miss Drayer,
is that you?” Will asked me through the phone.

“Good morning,
Mister Garrett.  Yes I’m doing well thank you.”

“I never asked
how you were doing, lovely.” I could almost feel him grinning on the other end
of the phone.

“Yes, thank
you. A most wonderful weekend. We must do it again.” I added, watching
Mademoiselle squirm.

“I suppose
Pia’s listening to you? Ah, well I must inform you that I’ll need your tight
pussy to return to my estate immediately. I have need of my new piece.”

“Yes, it’s
going to look stunning your bedroom. I agree.” I smiled.

“And I think
next time, we’ll get deeper into the chest. I’ve got some new toys to use on
you, Miss Drayer.”

“Can’t wait to
see what you’ve got in store, Will.”

“Clarissa.”

I hung up the
phone, and kicked my legs up on the desk.

Today I wore
jeans with my blouse. It seemed that Mademoiselle just noticed.

“You… aren’t
dressed to code,” she said with a shrug.

“I think when
you see what your cut of the commission is, as broker of the deal, you’ll let
it slide.”

Mademoiselle’s
face lit up at last, and she turned to click her way back into her office.

I opened the
sketchbook, and flipped to the sketch of my billionaire. I started working on
it again, with the intention to complete it. I began by filling in the section
below his waist, and a familiar tingle came over my body.

The
End

Clarissa
and Will’s story continues in

The
Billionaire's New Toy (The Billionaire Temptation #2)

and
concludes in

The
Billionaire's New Fantasy (The Billionaire Temptation #3)

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Billionaire's New Fantasy (The Billionaire Temptation #3)

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