Page 3 of A Billionaire Dom

I’d heard the story about that particular piercing the second time we’d fucked. She’d had it done on stage on her twenty-fifth birthday, though not at Euphoria. I’d first seen her putting on a show with another woman at the club while a crowd watched. Exhibitionism was definitely one of her kinks.

I could have pressed the issue, asked her why she’d come here when she knew that it was crossing a line, but I didn’t. I already had a pretty good idea what she was thinking. She was the type of sub who purposefully did things she knew she wasn’t supposed to for one simple reason…she wanted to be punished.

While there was a certain kind of appeal in that, I wasn’t a sadist, and I wasn’t looking for anything more than the occasional hook-up. I wasn’t exclusive with anyone, but I did occasionally go back to the same sub if I knew she was into whatever I happened to want at the time. Willa had been one of those.

I needed to address that, but I’d give her what she came here for first.

“Do you remember your safe word?”

It didn’t matter how long a woman had been a sub, or how many times I’d slept with her, I always started every session with the same question. Aside from the fact that I never wanted to misread consent, I covered my own ass by asking.

Having a name like mine and money to go with it, I couldn’t risk someone trying to blackmail me by saying I’d forced them into anything. If every partner I’d ever had said I asked about their safe word, my word had credibility.

She nodded. “Yes, Master.Summer.”

Satisfied, I grabbed the neckline of her teddy and ripped it straight from top to bottom. To her credit, she didn’t even flinch. Tearing off her clothes wasn’t exactly a new thing for us. The other couple times we’d fucked, she’d wanted me to do the same thing. It turned her on…and I didn’t mind it either.

I reached out with both hands, pinching the hoops between my thumbs and forefingers. She shivered but didn’t speak or move. I twisted them, turning and pulling both until her fingers twitched. A slight reaction, but it was one of her tells, letting me know I was getting close to her pain threshold. I held the hoops for a moment longer, and then released them.

“Bend over the chair. Hands on the arm.” I gestured to the chair next to me.

She immediately moved to obey. I couldn’t draw this out like I did with most of my sessions, but I wasn’t about to rush through her punishment just so I could fuck her.

I admired her long legs and her firm ass as I pulled off my belt. The first time we’d fucked, I’d learned that spanking her with my hand was more likely to bruise my hand than it was to hurt her. She could not only take a lot of pain, but sheenjoyeda lot of pain.

At the club, I had my choice of various types of whips, floggers, canes, and the like. I didn’t keep toys in my office. My belt, however, would do.

I flicked the end of the belt against one cheek, not hard enough to hurt, but a warning about what I was going to do. And a reminder of how this worked.

“Please, Master.”

I waited. She knew she had to say more to get what she wanted.

“Punish me, Master.”

There it was.

I tightened my grip on the end of the belt and swung. The crack of leather against flesh was familiar and made everything else fade away. My focus narrowed to each red stripe the belt laid down, each time Willa thanked me for it. I lost count after twelve strokes, but I didn’t have a specific number for this particular infraction, so I was winging it.

When her entire ass was the deep sort of red that would definitely turn into a bruise, a thin sheen of sweat coated her skin, and her muscles were trembling. She was about ready to come just from this alone.

“Good girl,” I said as I ran my hand over her back. “You didn’t miss a single one. Your punishment is done.”

“Thank you, Master.” Her voice was shaky, confirming how close to orgasm she was.

I retrieved my wallet from the top drawer of my desk and took out a condom. If we’d been at the club, I would’ve wound her tighter, playing with her piercings until both nipples and her clit were swollen and throbbing, then I would’ve fucked her. We weren’t at a club, though. We were in my office, and she was just going to have to come on my cock or not at all.

She let out a little yelp when I drove into her, but then it was all moans and pleas for me to fuck her harder. I ignored her. Unless she used her safe word, I didn’t care what she said.

All my attention was on the wet heat of her clutching me, tightening around me as she finally climaxed. Three strokes, then a fourth, and I came too. I dug my fingers into her hips, my eyes closing as I let myself have that moment of release.

It was over too soon, and then I was back in the present, remembering that I was at work and that Willa had just shown up here without invitation or warning.

She made a sound as I pulled out, holding onto the chair as her knees buckled. I took the condom into the bathroom and did a quick clean-up. When I came back out, she was leaning against my desk, her torn teddy framing her body.

The smile on her face said that her being here wasn’t exactly a whim. She’d done it because she either hadn’t heard or hadn’t cared about anything I’d said regarding my lack of desire for anything outside of impersonal sex.

“Get dressed.” My tone wasn’t harsh, but it was flat. I wasn’t going to get angry at her, but I wouldn’t coddle her either. I hadn’t led her on, and I wasn’t going to shoulder the responsibility for her issues.

Her smile faltered. “I thought you might want to go to a late lunch.”

“I told you where the lines were,” I said, picking up her dress and laying it across the back of the chair. “And you didn’t respect that.”

“Punish me.” She went down on her knees. “Please. Punish me, and it’ll all be okay.”

“No, Willa. That part of my life and this part of my life are separate. Get dressed and leave. We won’t be doing this again.”

I walked around my desk and took my seat, ignoring her pleas for me to reconsider. If I gave her the slightest bit of attention, she would take it as an apology, and I didn’t need to give her one. Once she figured out I wasn’t joking, she’d do as I asked, and I could go back to work.

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