The Billionaire's Playroom: An Erotic Dominance Story (3 page)

He held the toy up for
her to see. It had a long, wooden handle, with burgundy cloth strands
dangling from the end. “Some of the toys over there do cause
pain. Some women find that the sensation of pain triggers endorphins
in the brain, which makes their pleasure go immensely higher.
However, if the woman hasn’t built up a tolerance for that, it
can be a bit distressing.” He spoke patiently, as if educating
a student. Allison, however, was being flooded with a chemical
cocktail in her brain that was as intoxicating as a triple shot of
Jack Daniels.

Sudden reality slammed
into her. She was chained up with this handsome, incredibly built man
standing behind her holding a flogger. Nervously, she jostled the
chains. But he continued to speak, and Allison forced herself to pay
attention despite emotions flooding her.

“But this
particular toy isn’t made for pain. It’s made for
pleasure.” Craig lifted the instrument by its black wooden
handle and moved closer. She could feel the heat radiating from his
skin against her back. Then the soft, velvet tendrils of the toy
brushed against the skin of her arm with gentle, teasing touches. She
shivered at the softness of the caress, her mouth dry with
anticipation. He eased it lower, and the strands tickled at the
inside of her elbow, a place she had never realized was so sensitive.
Then, he drew it down to her throat, dangled it around the back of
her neck, circling around to her other shoulder. She felt lost in the
sensations, anxious butterflies fluttering through her stomach, as he
slowly stroked back upward, stopping to draw’s teasing circles
on the inside of her other elbow before tracing up the tender flesh
of her forearm.

Allison’s eyes
closed at the pleasure of the touch, the feel of the luxurious velvet
arousing, exciting.

“I think it’s
time to get you out of these wet clothes.” Craig’s voice
was husky with desire, and her eyes flew open. She looked back over
her shoulder again, and her blue eyes crashed into his intent ones.
He laid the flogger on the edge of the bed, and reached for something
else he had laid there. “But first, there’s just one more
small detail.”

He brought a long, lacy
piece of cloth to her face, and gently wound it around her head, over
her eyes. Instinctively, a rush of trepidation flooded through her as
blackness met her view. With the blindfold in place she couldn’t
see a thing, and with her hands still chained she could not reach up
to move it. The unexpected throb of vulnerability heightened her
anxiety, and her breath brushed rapidly in her chest.

But then, Craig wound
his arms around her, his voice once more in her ear. “Just keep
your eyes closed,” he whispered in that husky tone of voice. “I
want you to notice every sound, every scent, and every sensation.”
His hot breath on her ear was simultaneously comforting and arousing,
and she could feel even the crisp brush of the hair on his arms
against her skin. She breathed deeply, taking in his clean, tangy
scent, letting the sensations and scents flood her brain. Almost
immediately, she felt herself grow wetter, swollen and aching for his
touch.

Then he reached to the
bottom of her tank top. Bit by bit, he lifted it, exposing the soft
curve of her belly, up past the swell of her swollen, aroused
breasts, brushing against the sensitive tips of her hard nipples, and
finally up to where her arms were stretched over her head.

Allison automatically
moved as if to glance upward, momentarily forgetting about the
blindfold over her eyes, and realizing he would not be able to
actually lift the shirt off. But Craig did not seem to have a problem
with that. He deftly unclasped one of her hands, held it in place,
and with his other hand slid the shirt over her head, skillfully
avoiding the blindfold knotted at the back of her head and leaving
the shirt dangling from one shoulder. Then he stepped even closer,
circled his arms around her, and unfastened the clasp of her lacy,
black bra in one swift movement. He lifted it, too, up over her head
where it joined the tank top. Quickly, he fastened her hand back over
her head. His hands slowly ran back down her now naked torso,
stroking the sensitive skin of her lower tummy.

But Craig didn’t
stop there. His hands went to the fly of her jeans, a seductive moan
of appreciation meeting her ears as he slowly lowered the zipper. His
hands splayed across her hips as he shoved them downward, taking the
dainty slip of her panties with them.

When he reached her
ankles, she obediently stepped out, and he carelessly tossed the blue
jeans and panties to the side. He knelt there on the floor, and
Allison felt him move to her ankle. His lips and teeth teased against
her lower leg, his fingers learning every soft curve of her. Then she
heard the clank of the chains, and she felt another surge of
adrenaline as he wrapped the cuff around her leg. Why was she letting
him do this? Why was this turning her on?

But there was really no
time for questions. His tongue was at the back of her knee, and she
would have collapsed had the chains on her wrists not held her up.
His hot breath teased her skin, his tongue like fire stroking against
her. She would have sworn that nothing in her life had ever felt so
good. Then, he shifted to the other leg, wrapping the leather cuff
tightly around her ankle as his lips teased the back of that knee. At
last, his hands were moving upward, and Allison’s breath caught
in her throat as his fingers brushed against the inside of her thigh.

She wanted him to slip
his fingers all the way up, to rub against the already wet cleft that
ached for his touch. She wanted him to slide his fingers deep inside,
to make her come as she stood there chained to his bed.

Craig would not give
her that satisfaction. Not yet. He stood, hot kisses tracing up her
ass, against the small of her back, and then up the arch of her
spine. His lips were on her neck again, his arms reaching around her
to cup her breasts, to fill his palms with their warm, round
softness. His fingers tweaked against her nipples, and she felt them
grow harder, perking to his touch. She could feel the hardness of his
cock against her ass, and he thrust once, twice before reaching once
more for the flogger and taking a step back.

Allison shivered, not
certain what was going to happen. She could not even look back over
her shoulder to see. She simply stood there, conscious of the room
spinning around her, of the prickle of her skin, of the hot blood
pulsing through her veins.

And then she felt the
dance of the velvet tendrils against her shoulder blades as Craig
slowly rubbed the toy down her back. She leaned back, as if seeking
something firmer, something more.

Craig obliged. He
pulled the flogger back and then lightly flicked it against her skin.
Allison gasped, not expecting the light stroke. It didn’t hurt,
not exactly. But it made her flesh prickle, electrifying the nerves.
He pulled back and repeated the flick against the other side of her
shoulder, and once more Allison felt the skin there become alive.

Another stroke, this
one a little lower, and Allison knew the blood was rushing to her
skin. The heat in the nerves whipped through her body, and Allison
trembled as she waited for another stroke. Little by little he worked
his way down her back, the velvet strands whipping over her flesh in
light, dancing strokes.

She jumped when he
reached the small of her back, the tips of the cloth stinging her
skin softly, almost imperceptibly. Heat. Flames of heat began to lick
up her back as Craig changed his movements and began to slowly spin
the flogger against her skin. It whipped over and over, just a little
bit harder, just a little bit faster.

Allison whimpered at
the touch, at the increasing intensity. Her breath was coming hard
and fast now, her skin feeling more electrified with every brush.

Then Craig was moving
back downward, the heat reaching an almost unbearable height. It
stung a bit more now, but Allison was so turned on that she barely
felt it. Still, Craig did not push, did not try to make her go any
further. Instinctively, she knew he was respecting her wishes,
respecting what she had said about not wanting any pain.

The last, unconscious
sliver of worry that he would push too far slipped away, and she slid
into a world where nothing existed but the rush of blood to her skin,
the heightening of her nerves, and the intense wetness between her
legs.

Craig was completely in
control. In control of himself, as well as in control of her. She had
never allowed any man to take this sort of dominance over her. She
had never trusted a man like this, had never given so freely of
herself. She was surprised at her own reaction, and at how close she
was to simply losing all her inhibitions.

Then the flogger began
to dance along the soft swell of her ass, the tips stinging
electrically as it flicked repeatedly over her skin. She whimpered as
the heat rushed there, too, and his low murmur of appreciation sent
another surge of desire flooding through her. “Yes, baby.”
His voice was so quiet she could barely hear it, but it sent a
lozenge of heat straight through her core.

Her feet shifted on the
floor, and she strained at the chains holding her up. Her heart was
pounding so hard she felt like it would explode, and her breath
ripped violently through her lungs. Much more and she would not be
able to stand it. Much more, and she would scream. She was at the
height of her limit.

And Craig seemed to
instinctively know and understand. The rapid taps slowed, and she
felt his strong hand lightly smooth the skin of her ass. She knew it
had to be hot and bright, crimson red. His palm felt cool as he
touched her there, an exhilarating combination of chillness against
her heat.

His hands slid over to
stroke the sides of her hips, then he pressed himself closer to her,
pressing his body intimately against hers. She groaned as she
realized that sometime during the flogging, if she could call it
that, Craig had stripped off his own clothes. His naked body came
into full contact with hers, and she could clearly feel his rock-hard
erection pressing against the fiery skin of her ass.

His hands circled
around to cup her breasts once more, his fingers finding the stiff
tips of her nipples, squeezing and teasing them. He stroked his
finger across the tips, brushing against the electric sensitive tops
of them, and Allison bit her lip to control the frantic begging that
threatened to escape her throat.

His voice danced in her
ears again, her head swimming, drunk with him. “It’s
okay. I want you to just let go. If you want to scream, scream. I
want to hear you beg.”

His words broke some
sort of dam inside of her, and the loud cry that ripped from her as
he squeezed her nipple sharply shredded the silence of the quiet
room. “That’s it, baby. Do it again.” Once more, he
squeezed her nipple tightly, and she screamed out at the pleasure,
this time begging.

“Oh please,
please.” She could barely form coherent thoughts, much less
coherent words. And then he slid one hand down her smooth stomach,
over the crisp, trimmed curls that formed a triangle over the most
sensitive part of her body. She arched toward him, instinctively
moving toward his hand, aching for him to touch her there. She had
never needed the touch of a man so badly, had never felt so starved
for anything in her life. She needed him, needed him in a new way,
with a hunger she had never experienced before.

“Please, please,”
she begged again, and he quickly obliged. His fingers slipped into
the warm, wet cleft, stroking through the silk, finding her
completely ready for him. He dipped his fingers deep inside,
thrusting against the rippled flesh before sliding back out to stroke
against the swollen, hard bud of her clit. Gently, he began to rub,
using her own wetness to make the skin even more slippery and wet.
She could feel the hardness of his cock pressing between the cleft of
her ass, and she shuddered with the knowledge that soon he would take
her, that he would bend her over and take her hard and fast over the
bed.

That knowledge,
combined with the swift strokes of his fingers pushed her over the
edge. She felt the pressure building inside of her like the steam of
a pressure cooker about to explode. She had never felt this high,
this close to touching the stars. It was as if every nerve in her
body was filled with something volatile, combustible, waiting for the
touch of a single match.

And then it happened.
Lightning struck, flashing through her body all at once, and she felt
as if she were shattering into infinite light. She screamed out,
unconscious of the primal sounds coming from her throat, unable to
control the violent spasms ripping through her entire body. She
convulsed against him, his arm wrapping tighter around her as he
continued to stroke, continued to drain every ounce of pleasure from
her body.

Wetness flooded her
thighs, but she was oblivious to everything except for the pleasure
and ecstasy melting her body into hot lava. Spasm after spasm ripped
through her body, until there was nothing left. Nothing left except
for her wetness and the primal need to have him inside of her.

Finally, she sagged
back against him, and he lifted his hand to swiftly unlatch the cuffs
holding her arms. Immediately, she fell across the bed, bending over
and bracing her hands against the mattress, ready for him.

His hands spread her
thighs, and she knew he could see her slick, swollen flesh. Part of
her knew that she should be embarrassed, should feel self-conscious
of a strange man having such an unfettered view of her most intimate
places. But all she cared about was having him inside of her.

Craig rubbed the tip of
his hard cock through the slick moisture, a groan of pleasure meeting
her ears. And then he slid his hardness to her center, positioning
himself, ready to take her.