Page 50 of Meet Mason, the Billionaire

She made an O with her painted lips, and slipped carefully off the stool. Every step she took, I turned up the intensity on the vibrating tail in her ass.

“Aaah,” she groaned, grabbing the stair rail and leaning forward with her foot on the first step. This of course gave me a great view of not only the inserted plug, but her pussy as well. Her swollen lips had darkened, engorged with blood, and dripped cream onto the bottom stair. “I’m not sure I can walk if you keep that thing on high.”

“Don’t worry,” I said, coming up behind her. “I won’t let you fall. I’ll hold you up.”

I caressed her bottom, feeling the plug vibrate against my palm. Then I wormed three of my fingers into her dripping wet, hungry pussy.

“Oh God,” she groaned.

“You’re so hot and slippery.” I wormed my fingers around for a better ‘grip.’ “I can feel the plug vibing my fingers. I bet you really feel it in your pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Yes?”

“Yes… Sir,” she hissed through gritted teeth.

There were only ten easy steps to the first landing. It took us the better part of a minute. I didn’t let her fall, but I didn’t turn down the vibe either.

“When you get to the top,” I said, my voice trembling because god DAMN I wanted to fuck her. Bad. “I want you to go down on all fours and crawl to the bed.”

“Like I could walk, anyway.” She went down on all fours and did as she was told. Megan kept glancing over her shoulder to watch my reaction. I started stroking my cock, which caused her to cry out sharply.

“Did you just cum?” I demanded.

“Yes,” she gasped.

“God, you’re perfect.”

She crawled up on the bed. I came up behind her and shoved her onto her side.

“Get on your back.”

“Oh, yes, Sir,” she purred, biting her lower lip. When she rolled over, Megan thrust her dripping wet snatch up toward my face.

“Someone’s an impatient girl,” I said. I reached under the bed and extracted the silk scarves I’d stashed under it earlier.

“Oh, no,” Megan said in mock distress as I tied her left ankle to the bedpost. Once her legs were spread and affixed, I went to work on her wrists. “What are you going to do to me?”

“That’s for me to know, and you to find out.” I laid down beside her and placed my hand on her belly. She knew that I could have fondled her pussy if I wanted to, but by placing my hand on her stomach—so near and yet so far—it created anticipation for the eventual act. “You know, Megan, I have another present for you.”

“Oh no,” she moaned, writhing in her bonds. “Do your worst.”

I brandished a pink silicone dildo, smooth and seamless but for the power port at the base. It was a good size, useful for plugging both holes. I didn’t need lube this time. Her pussy juice was more than enough to glide the dildo inside of her until only a bit of the pink rounded bottom stuck out of her pussy lips.

I crawled up onto the bed and gently slapped my rigid cock across her cheek. “As for your punishment, you’re going to suck my cock until you cum ten times for me.”

“Ten times!” She gasped. “I don’t know if I can, but—boy am I willing to try.”

“You’re going to have some assistance,” I said. I brandished the remote in one hand, and my cell phone in the other. The pink vibe came with an app usable on the smartphone that allowed me to control its intensity and settings with just a sweep of my thumb.

Which came in handy when she went after my missile like a starving calf. I gasped, my eyes watering as she eagerly took the tip inside and sucked so hard I thought I wouldn't have any bones left.

I turned up the intensity on her vibes, searching for the perfect setting. One that would have her screaming. I felt her moaning around my cock, gurgling and groaning as I fine-tuned the tormenting devices inside her body.

I knew I reached the sweet spot when she came off my dick and screamed. She thrashed about in her bonds, body twisting as much as it could. I turned the vibes down just a bit.

“There’s one. But nobody told you to stop. Get on my cock.”

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