Page 74 of Her Billionaire Boyfriend

“If you come, you’ll be punished,” hereplied, and he didn’t stop. He picked up the pace, and our bodiesscooted the couch forward. “Don’t do it,” he warned me. “Don’t doit, princess.”

“I can’t help it,” I sobbed, and the handaround my throat tightened at my jaw.

“You can resist. You can hold back,” hepromised me. “You don’t want to find out what will happen to you ifyou don’t.”

But I’d been too close, too ready. And whilenothing was touching my clit externally, the branches that huggedmy vagina picked up every sensation. I clenched, I squirmed. andfinally, I screamed, requiring Matt to cover my mouth while Itrembled in the grip of my inevitable climax. He caught myuncontrollable, loud shriek in his palm and kept slamming into mewhile the long buildup broke and the relentless hammering on myG-spot forced a torrent of wetness from my body, spraying down mylegs and the back of the sofa to splatter on the carpet.

My body was satisfied. My brain wasterrified. Would he spank me? Paddle me? I didn’t know if he’dbrought toys with us that could adequately punish me. Would it bemore orgasm denial? Some kind of humiliation?

I wanted him to do those things to me. Iwanted him to make me ashamed of what a bad girl I’d been todisobey him. To disappoint him.

He jerked himself free from me, leaving medazed and slumped over the now-ruined couch.

Oh god. He took me home to meet his family,and I hosed down the furniture with pussy juice.

“I’m sorry, my dragon,” I babbled. “I’msorry, I’m sorry—”

“Close your mouth and lay down,” hesnapped.

I took a shaky step toward the bed.

“On the floor.” He snapped his fingers.“Princesses who don’t obey don’t get to be comfortable.”

As I laid down on the plush carpet, all Icould think about was the even larger mess we were about to make.My legs were wet to the calves from my squirting, my cunt messy andsmeared and leaking.

Matt dropped heavily to his knees. I almostasked if he was okay, but that would break the game and maybe evencause him some embarrassment. I did only what he asked, sayingperfectly still until he spread my legs and jerked them up over hisshoulders.

“Who do your orgasms belong to?” hedemanded, the head of his cock poised at my opening.

“You, my dragon!”

“But you had one, anyway.” He entered mebrutally, forcing a shout of pain from my throat. “Should you havedone that?”

“No, my dragon!”

“Are you going to do it again?” Anotherdeep, merciless thrust.

“No!”

“No?” He arches a brow as he sneers down atme.

“No, my dragon!” Oh god, it’s going tohappen again. I’m going to come again from this scolding alone.

“Fuck,” he groans. “I can feel you squeezingme. You’re getting ready for another one, aren’t you? You weregoing to take another orgasm that doesn’t belong to you.”

“I can’t help it, my dragon,” I whimper.“Your cock feels so good! Please, I can’t help it!”

“Then come, you greedy slut,” he snarls.“Come on your dragon’s cock.”

He presses my hips down with one large handsplayed across my mound and his thumb finds my clit to rub itfuriously, bringing me the rest of the way as he continues to poundinto me.

“Thank you, my dragon!” I wail, grippingdown on his unyielding flesh, my legs flailing, desperate to wraparound him. But he doesn’t allow me that closeness. I lay spent onthe carpet while he batters my sore pussy and finally pulls out,jerking himself off with two fast tugs. He uses the hand on my clitto spread my labia wide and groans loudly, spraying his cum over myalready sopping cunt and vulva. He waits until every last dropoozes onto me, then sits back on his heels. “Get on the bed. Spreadyour legs.”

I thought we were finished, but I do as hecommands, getting to my weak legs and staggering to the bed. By thetime I’ve laid down, my ass at the edge and my legs open wide, hiscum still trickling over me, he’s gotten himself back up and makeshis way to me, each thump of his cane on the floor sending a pulseof renewed desire through my pelvis.

He stands over me for a moment, the hardenedexpression of my disappointed dragon sending daggers of trepidationstraight into my heart. I know it’s all a game, but the fact that Ididn’t follow the rules, that I’m going to be punished? It feels soreal that I could cry at my failure.

I want to be a good princess for him.

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