The Billionaire's Submission (4 page)

“
Scoot
closer to the edge of the bed so that I can do naughty things to you
at my leisure.”

He
did as he was told, and I had to admire his new-found enthusiasm. The
mood was completely different than before. Maybe it had been the
handcuffs that had soured the first experience for him—the fear
of not being able to escape if he felt he needed to.

“
I'm
going to start by spanking you gently with the riding crop. Tell me
when it gets too much. That way, I'll know how much pressure to use
where it's still pleasurable for you but not painful.”

“
Alright,”
Garret replied, his demeanor turning more serious as he braced
himself for impact.

I
began by lightly running the leather flapper over his backside. How
gorgeous his pale skin looked—perfect and waiting for my
punishment. The sight of his balls and asshole completely exposed to
me was arousing as well. It would be difficult resisting the
temptation to spank his balls. We were a long way away from him
allowing me to do that, I knew, but perhaps someday.

My
first few flicks of the riding crop were soft, though Garret still
winced, probably from nerves more than anything else. I went around
both ass cheeks, tapping gently until his body steadied. He was
already breathing heavier than normal, allowing his fear to get the
better of him.

“
You
look so sexy like this,” I encouraged Garret, but he didn't
respond.

My
next round of slaps were a bit firmer, more audible, but still
nothing that would inflict pain. “You can do it harder,”
I was surprised to hear him say.

A
wicked grin crossed my face, and I gave his right ass cheek a
full-strength slap, the sound of it reverberating from the walls.
Garret's breath hitched, and a soft whimper followed.

“
Too
hard,” he said quickly. I already knew it was, but I figured
I'd take advantage of his offer. The flesh began to welt beautifully,
and I leaned forward to lick his ass, kissing where the crop had
demanded his vocalization.

“
Fucking
sexy,” I whispered, reaching between his legs to fondle
Garret's balls. How I loved the way they hung, so full of his
pleasure juices.

After
a moment of pleasing him, I stepped back to take up the crop again,
slapping it gently in circular passes around his ass. I knew it must
sting by this point, but Garret was holding up well, enduring my
gentle torture.

When
I finished, I leaned in to blow a warm breath across his exposed
hole. I had never given a rim job before, but Garret's body looked so
irresistible. Besides, I had decided in advance that I would use the
punishment and reward system. A little bit of pain, a whole lot of
pleasure.

My
tongue flitted against the opening, tasting Garret's musky ridges. We
had both just showered, so I figured it was safe to go there, and was
very happy that I seemed to be right. He moaned as I teased his
opening, licking around it before probing my tongue inside. Soon,
Garret's cock was erect beneath him, and I slid my hand between his
legs to grasp it, feeling the wetness that was forming at his tip.

“
Good
boys get good things,” I said as I withdrew, leaving him
shivering lustfully from the absence of my touch.

“
I'll
be a very good boy,” he promised, lost in pleasure.

“
You
are being a very good boy. And the more you're good, the more you'll
be rewarded.”

I
raised the riding crop to give his ass a few more smacks. This time,
I was much rougher, listening in pleasure to the audible slapping
sound as I hit one cheek and then the other. Garret whimpered with
each blow, but he didn't tell me to stop, perhaps too lost in
thoughts of reward to care about the harshness of the punishment.

After
five good slaps on each cheek, I went to kiss the welts better. They
marred his skin beautifully. The contrast of pink against white was
portrait worthy, and I found myself moistening from the very sight.

“
Such
a good boy,” I whispered against his skin, returning to his
asshole to give it more attention.

Garret
groaned as I kissed his pucker and then went to lick up his taint
while I fondled his balls. My tongue flicked teasingly across
Garret's testicles, giving him a small taste of what I planned to do
to him if he could endure the next round of torture. As I straitened
myself, I took a step between Garret's legs, dropping a large glob of
saliva onto his hole. His muscles clenched as it hit his entryway,
and I could feel the fear racing through him without even seeing his
face.

“
Don't
worry, I'm not going to penetrate you,” I tried to ease his
mind as I worked the saliva over his hole with my finger. It wasn't
exactly a lie, but it wasn't the truth either.

A
final round of slaps flitted across Garret's ass, softer this time
than the last. The slapper of the riding crop painted his bare ass
light pink as it took its time spanking every inch equally. I worked
from the outside towards the inside, until the crop was so close to
Garret's waiting hole that it was practically on top of it.

I
grasped his balls, rolling them in my hand gently as I went to spank
his asshole. A mix of moans and groans and whimpers fell from
Garret's lips as I teased him relentlessly. When I was certain he
wouldn't object, I began pressing the riding crop into him, spreading
his entryway a little at a time. It looked sexy threatening to
penetrate him, but I knew better than to allow it. As soon as I had
my fill of visual stimulation, I tossed the crop to the side. Garret
had been a very good boy, and it was time for his big reward.

“
Crawl
up onto the bed and spread your legs wide enough for me to fit
through them,” I told him, and he gave me a curious look before
complying.

Like
a mechanic getting ready to go under a car, I crawled up onto the bed
and immediately rolled onto my back, pulling myself up between
Garret's legs. His cock hung half hard, but I was sure it would swell
soon enough from my attention.

My
tongue flicked across Garret's testicles as I raised myself up to
them. After a few strokes, I took them into my mouth, sucking them
one at a time until I could hear Garret moaning above me. With his
balls well satisfied, I went to lick up his shaft, relaxing back down
onto the bed as I aimed his glans towards my mouth.

“
Fuck
my face,” I breathed. “Fuck my face as hard and as fast
and as mercilessly as you like.”

Garret's
eyes widened at the proposition, and he hesitated for but a moment
before lowering his body, encasing his cock in the warmth of my
mouth. This was his true reward, something new that I knew he would
enjoy immensely.

I
did my best to relax my throat muscles as he speared me repeatedly.
Just as I hadn't held back on his ass, Garret didn't hold back on my
mouth, humping and grinding into me. My gag reflex gave way, and I
choked on his thick phallus, being mindful of my teeth all the while.
Soon, I could taste his juices dripping into me. My hand rose to
fondle his balls, willing the come out of them.

Just
when I thought Garret wouldn't be able to contain himself any longer,
he pulled away, panting, refusing to release from my oral
stimulation. Desperately, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me
on top of him. I knew what to do from there, straddling him to take
his length.

My
eyes landed on one of his ties, hanging limply over the bedpost. I
reached across his body to grab it, quickly bringing it to his wrists
to fasten them together.

“
That's
going to ruin my tie,” Garret whispered, though there was no
hint in his voice that he wanted me to stop.

“
You
can afford to buy another one,” I replied before my lips folded
on top of his, kissing him passionately as I held his hands over his
head.

It
was a mock restraint. He could easily pull free if he wanted to, but
I knew he didn't want to.

I
grasped his manhood with one hand as I lowered myself on it. My
muscles gripped him, squeezing as I slid down his length. It felt
amazing being filled by him, especially after he had been so
obedient.

I
rode him slowly, wanting to make the build up take as long as
possible. All the while, Garret watched me with hooded eyes,
marveling at my curves.

After
a few moments of adjusting to his girth, I began picking up the pace.
Garret moaned as I worked him until his breath was ragged. Soon, his
face displayed that all too familiar expression—when his
pleasure had reached its peak. I managed to climb off just before he
shot a milk-white load onto his stomach.

“
You
didn't warn me that time,” I teased, wondering if he had meant
to come inside of me.

“
It
came on too quick,” Garret panted, looking down at the mess his
naughty little cock had made.

I
went to the bathroom to grab a towel to clean him off with, and was
pleased when I returned and he still hadn't unfastened the tie from
his wrists. He was waiting for me to do it, like a good submissive.
After I had wiped him down, I loosened the tie, returning it to the
bedpost as if it had never left.

Garret
threw the jizz soaked towel off of the bed and pulled me into his
arms, cradling me against his chest. He sighed contently when we were
both settled, and I could almost hear the grin in his breathing.

“
Not
as bad as you thought?” I asked.

“
Not
bad at all. In fact, I rather enjoyed it, though I fear my ass is
going to be sore for a week. You got a bit rough for a while.”

“
That
was nothing,” I laughed softly. “But I'm very proud of
you. You did well.”

“
I
thought so too.”

“
Did
you like your reward?” I wanted to make sure he knew that
pleasure came with his acceptance of pain.

“
The
blow job?” his voice sounded a bit surprised.

“
All
of it. The blow job. The rimming. If you give in to my desires, I'll
do things that I normally wouldn't do. Things that I know will drive
you crazy.”

“
Well,
I certainly thought I was going to nut when I was face fucking you.”

“
I
thought you were too,” I admitted.

“
But
you needed your reward too.” He smiled.

“
Did
I get my reward for not destroying you?” I couldn't help but
giggle.

“
No.
You got your reward for being beautiful and amazing and my fiance.”
Garret hugged me gently, and my heart swooned from his words.

“
You
have officially gone back to being the most amazing guy on the face
of the planet,” I whispered against his chest.

“
I
lost the title at some point?” he said teasingly.

“
Jerk!”
I bit him playfully.

“
Ow!”
Garret laughed, the happy mood between us mended completely.

Sex
and life in general were much better for us from there on out. We
decided on a short engagement, in style with how long it took for him
to propose. Thanks to his financial success, we were able to plan a
wedding fairly quickly, in only three months.

To
avoid the paparazzi, we decided on a private venue on the small
island of Saint Vincent and the Grenadines in the Caribbean. Garret
flew our parents in for the occasion, but it was an otherwise private
event.

He
looked absolutely stunning in a traditional tuxedo, and I couldn't
wait to peel it off of him when we got back to our cottage at the
Petit St. Vincent Resort. Like a perfect gentleman and groom, Garret
carried me over the threshold, though I wasn't sure how he managed it
considering how much weight I had gained from pre-wedding stress.

“
I
have a gift for you,” he said with a grin as he went to pull an
oblong box from the closet. It was wrapped in white and silver paper
with a giant silver bow.

“
What
is it?” I asked, shaking it with all the enthusiasm of a child
at Christmas.

“
Open
it.” Garret sat beside me on the bed as I went to tear away the
wrapping paper.

The
box beneath the paper was plain, giving away no secrets about the
contents inside. Carefully, I lifted the top off, and my breath
hitched at what was inside.

Long
and slender, and painted a crisp black, was a wooden paddle. That
wasn't what took my breath away though. Engraved into the surface
with indentations deep enough to bite into skin, said, “Property
of Mia.”