Page 45 of A Billionaire Dom

“There are so many things I want to do to you here.” I pitched my voice low, even though I didn’t really mind if anyone overheard us. “I can’t decide which of the rooms I want to introduce you to.”

“I’m game for whatever you want.”

The challenge in her words and on her face did something to me. I wanted to push, to see just how far I could take her. I wanted to see the expressions she’d make, hear the sounds. Learn all the different ways I could turn her on.

“Let’s see what’s open.” I stood and reached for her hand.

The two of us headed to the far side of the room where four doors were half-hidden. Each one had a keypad next to it and led to a private room where the club had all sorts of equipment and toys and other things. Every member had a code they could use to access the rooms, allowing the club to know when the rooms were in use, and when people were done with them so they could be cleaned.

The two of us went to the closest door, but the light on the keypad was red, which meant it was being used. The next room, however, had a green light, so I put in my code and led Linsey inside.

“Fuck me.”

The words came out in a breath of awe, and I smiled, loving she was impressed.

Euphoria had done an amazing job with all four of their rooms. Each one had a specific color scheme, and this one was purple. Even the blindfolds were in various shades of purple. The toys too. Floggers, whips, and crops hung on one wall, strap-ins on the opposite wall.

A stockade – like something out of a history documentary – stood in the center of the room and a few benches of various shapes and sizes, as well as a decent-sized sofa. This room didn’t have a bed, which made me rearrange my plans for Linsey, but I wasn’t discouraged. I could work without a bed.

“Is this scaring you off?” I asked as I came up behind Linsey and wrapped my arms around her, keeping the embrace light enough that she wouldn’t feel like I was keeping her here.

“Not at all.” Linsey leaned back against me. “Just tell me where you want me.”

I answered by taking her over to the stocks. “I want you here, where I can keep you immobile and have my way with you.”

She turned around, her cheeks flushed. “I like the sound of that.”

I undid the top and motioned for her to put her head and hands into the stockade. She didn’t even hesitate, moving into place and waiting for me to put the top back into place. I clicked it shut, effectively trapping her. My cock pressed against my zipper, and I couldn’t have denied how much her position turned me on, even if I wanted to.

“I thought you were going to have your way with me,” she said, wiggling her ass.

I swatted the moving target, chuckling when she yelped. “You should behave,” I said. “You’re at a bit of a disadvantage.”

“What if I don’t want to behave?”

I circled around to stand in front of her. “You have quite the smart mouth, don’t you?”

She grinned. “That’s not the only word for it.”

“I think I need to show you what else that mouth is good for.” I reached out and ran my thumb along her bottom lip. Her tongue darted out, and I swallowed a moan.

“I think you should,” she agreed. “And then I think you should fuck me until neither of us can remember our names.”

I reached for my zipper. “That sounds good to me.”

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I inched her zipper down,letting my fingers brush against her skin. She’d tortured me with her tongue until I’d almost choked her when I came. Now it was my turn to drive her crazy, starting with peeling off her skintight pants. Well, not technicallystartingthere since I’d already untied her shirt and played with her breasts until she’d started squirming. Now, her nipples were hard and swollen from my pinching and twisting, and it was time to get inside her.

I ran my hand over her newly exposed flesh, running my fingers along the crack between her cheeks until I was able to slip a finger between her legs. “You’re soaked.”

“Ever since you called.” Her voice was hoarse. “Couldn’t stop thinking about what you were going to do to me.”

I slid a finger inside her, and she gasped. A second finger and a twist made her legs shake, and I smiled. I’d already come once. Now it was her turn. I drove my fingers into her, angling them so that I rubbed against her g-spot with each pass.

“After you come,” I said, keeping my tone conversational, “I’m going to fuck you.”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Both of those. Yes.”

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