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Authors: Ashley Spector
Tags: BDSM, domination, Billionaire, billionaire romance, billionaire sex, handcuffs, bdsm love, secret billionaire, bdsm sex, domineering, romance for women
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flinched in memory of his earlier fingering.
“What was that, Solly?” I bit my lip, trying to suppress my instinctive reaction to defiance. Michael pulled his belt through the loops of his pants, doubling it over. “You need to learn your place, I think.” He sat down on the edge of the bed and grabbed me by the arm, yanking me across his lap and adjusting me with rough hands until my ass was perfectly centered, raised up between his legs, my hands dangling underneath me. He caressed the backs of my thighs, giving my ass cheeks a quick squeeze. I had started to relax, thinking that I knew exactly what would come next—when I heard the belt whistle slightly as it moved through the air, right as I felt the leather land against my thighs, sending a shockwave of heat and sensation throughout my body, straight to my pussy. I gasped, arching in reaction, and Michael pushed me down, holding the small of my back with one hand as he brought the belt down again and again, across a different section of my ass, my thighs, each time. I cried out, torn between pain and pleasure, my body trying desperately to make out what was happening to me. My pussy was soaking wet, my breasts tingling with every blow. I lost count of how many times the belt flashed across my skin, before Michael stopped, his fingers dancing over my hot skin, tracing the marks he had left and sending cool waves every bit as intense as the heat the belt had brought with it. “Are you going to do as you’re told, Solly?” I cleared my throat, trembling all over.
“Yes sir,” I answered, wishing beyond anything I had ever wanted in my life that I could touch myself, that Michael would touch my clit. I was utterly willing for him to do anything to me at all, just so long as he didn’t stop touching me. Instead of giving me release, he lifted me off of his lap, swinging me onto the bed on my back. I was breathless, pulling instinctively—and ineffectively—against the handcuffs on my wrists. Michael stood and stared down at me, that same slight smile curving his lips. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting them fall and taking out his cock again.
“Make me hard.” I struggled to sit up, and wrapped my hands around his cock, stroking him slowly to begin with, but then faster, looking up at him with all of my fear and desire and need. He started to stiffen, closing his eyes and leaning into my touch, and I ducked my head down, taking the tip of his cock just past my lips, licking and tasting him all over again. His cock hardened quickly, tightening in my hands, the tip beginning to ooze precum, when Michael pushed me back, away from him, onto the bed. “Do you want to earn the privilege of clothing?” I nodded, unable to speak. Michael spread my legs wide, plunging immediately into my pussy. I moaned, loving the sensation of him filling me up. I could feel my body yielding to the hard, fast thrust, the muscles of my inner walls letting him in deeper and deeper.
He began moving inside of me immediately, thrusting fast and hard as I tried to absorb what was happening to me, my mind moving slow like molasses. I cried out with desire and enjoyment so keen it was almost pain; I could feel the silk sheets underneath me as they brushed against all of the stripes on my legs and across my ass, I could feel Michael’s thick hard cock pounding into me, his balls hitting me with every thrust. I gasped when Michael’s fingers closed on my nipples, pinching and pulling them hard, the sensation so thoroughly unexpected that my brain couldn’t tell if it was pain or pleasure—it just knew it wanted more. I twisted my hips, pushing myself down on his dick, taking as much of him as I could, needing to feel him as deep inside of me as possible. I was arching, writhing, throwing my body around like a madwoman as Michael fucked me relentlessly. “Oh! Oh god, oh yes, oh please,” I cried, words without meaning, sounds I couldn’t control. I was
“What was that, Solly?” I bit my lip, trying to suppress my instinctive reaction to defiance. Michael pulled his belt through the loops of his pants, doubling it over. “You need to learn your place, I think.” He sat down on the edge of the bed and grabbed me by the arm, yanking me across his lap and adjusting me with rough hands until my ass was perfectly centered, raised up between his legs, my hands dangling underneath me. He caressed the backs of my thighs, giving my ass cheeks a quick squeeze. I had started to relax, thinking that I knew exactly what would come next—when I heard the belt whistle slightly as it moved through the air, right as I felt the leather land against my thighs, sending a shockwave of heat and sensation throughout my body, straight to my pussy. I gasped, arching in reaction, and Michael pushed me down, holding the small of my back with one hand as he brought the belt down again and again, across a different section of my ass, my thighs, each time. I cried out, torn between pain and pleasure, my body trying desperately to make out what was happening to me. My pussy was soaking wet, my breasts tingling with every blow. I lost count of how many times the belt flashed across my skin, before Michael stopped, his fingers dancing over my hot skin, tracing the marks he had left and sending cool waves every bit as intense as the heat the belt had brought with it. “Are you going to do as you’re told, Solly?” I cleared my throat, trembling all over.
“Yes sir,” I answered, wishing beyond anything I had ever wanted in my life that I could touch myself, that Michael would touch my clit. I was utterly willing for him to do anything to me at all, just so long as he didn’t stop touching me. Instead of giving me release, he lifted me off of his lap, swinging me onto the bed on my back. I was breathless, pulling instinctively—and ineffectively—against the handcuffs on my wrists. Michael stood and stared down at me, that same slight smile curving his lips. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting them fall and taking out his cock again.
“Make me hard.” I struggled to sit up, and wrapped my hands around his cock, stroking him slowly to begin with, but then faster, looking up at him with all of my fear and desire and need. He started to stiffen, closing his eyes and leaning into my touch, and I ducked my head down, taking the tip of his cock just past my lips, licking and tasting him all over again. His cock hardened quickly, tightening in my hands, the tip beginning to ooze precum, when Michael pushed me back, away from him, onto the bed. “Do you want to earn the privilege of clothing?” I nodded, unable to speak. Michael spread my legs wide, plunging immediately into my pussy. I moaned, loving the sensation of him filling me up. I could feel my body yielding to the hard, fast thrust, the muscles of my inner walls letting him in deeper and deeper.
He began moving inside of me immediately, thrusting fast and hard as I tried to absorb what was happening to me, my mind moving slow like molasses. I cried out with desire and enjoyment so keen it was almost pain; I could feel the silk sheets underneath me as they brushed against all of the stripes on my legs and across my ass, I could feel Michael’s thick hard cock pounding into me, his balls hitting me with every thrust. I gasped when Michael’s fingers closed on my nipples, pinching and pulling them hard, the sensation so thoroughly unexpected that my brain couldn’t tell if it was pain or pleasure—it just knew it wanted more. I twisted my hips, pushing myself down on his dick, taking as much of him as I could, needing to feel him as deep inside of me as possible. I was arching, writhing, throwing my body around like a madwoman as Michael fucked me relentlessly. “Oh! Oh god, oh yes, oh please,” I cried, words without meaning, sounds I couldn’t control. I was
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