Page 82 of The Billionaire

“Does she…I mean…”

“Everything here originates from your own desire. She has her safe word, too.”

I was just about to ask more questions but that’s when I felt that undeniable touch of his tighten on my hip and I felt his soft juicy lips on my salty neck as he kissed along my collar bone.

“So, kitten. What do you want to do here? What’s your poison?”

I wasn’t sure what to say. But all I knew was my pussy was throbbing out of control. I felt my swollen lips swell and swell and I was ready to do about anything.

I thought about the woman in front of me moaning, restrained for the beckoning of those who sat and watched. One man stood and turned some sort of wand on. Just the act of this sent her to a quivering cry.

And the cry escaping from her lips sent my own lips into a quivering mess.

I knew what was about to happen. I wondered how swollen her lips were with how long she had been there.

The man stepped closer and her cries heightened as her body began to squirm in the restraints.

Then he edged closer to her, to the very side so the machine continued to thrust deep in her. She cried out more and more until finally those high pitches returned I had first heard.

She cried out so high and loud, I nearly came just watching and hearing it behind the sheer curtain. I knew her own diamond was getting polished by what appeared to be a vibrator wand and I wondered how many times this had happened.

“I think I know what you might like…follow me.”

His suggestion waking me from my daze.

He led me past them to an open terrace where no one was around in the outside cabanas.

It felt refreshing to be out of the grand enveloping of the hypnotizing music and the lights and to see it all from the outside once again. I could hear the soothing waves down below and this naturally made me feel a bit more relaxed.

I looked at the cabana and noticed an interesting looking lounge bed that one would see at an upscale hotel by the pool, except this one was more plush and there were satin straps coming out of slits in the lounge.

I thought about the last time he fulfilled my fantasy at the club when I wanted to be restrained. Of course he knew I’d like that.

“I don’t want that machine.” I said just to be clear. I know, it was erotic and all; I just wasn’t ready for something like that.

He unzipped my dress and I was down to my lace panties and bra.

On the side of the cabana was a shelf. He slid open the fogged clear slide and revealed quite an array of toys and devices. Most notable of them were several dildos, feathers, whips, and a digital clock.

“Sooo…”

I approached him and kissed him hard as my hands drifted towards his waist-band and reached for his hardening Kyle Junior.

My hands raked up to his hard chest and I held on hard as he pulled away.

“This is all about you babe. Lie down right there.”

I turned to look at the cabana, laying on my back, feeling the incredible memory foam beneath me.

My heartbeat doubled as he turned to me and smiled that devilish wicked grin.

“You ready for the time of your life? I know your last fantasy we had at the club, where you wanted to be tied up was a huge turn on for you. Just wait.”

He slowly trailed his fingers over my thighs that were crossed over each other. His light touch sending me over the edge of desire of wanting to skip over all foreplay and get down to business! I had been turned on with visual foreplay all night!

He hit a switch on the side of the lounge and the bottom half of the plush lounge separated into a slight v. separating my legs in one POP movement.

I screamed in fright.

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