Page 38 of The Billionaire Submissive
This time when she stood up and began the pace around him, she didn’t give him any warning. Before she even got behind him, she laid another solid blow to his other cheek.
“Two.” His voice was deeper, fingers clenching and uncurling helplessly in the small of his back. Sweat dampened his hair, slicking his chest and groin. He was going to want a swim or a shower before he’d put his clothes back on.
She repeated the exact same ritual again and this time he pushed his hips toward her eagerly. His breathing matched his thrusts, soft groans slowly growing louder as his desire mounted.
Three and four passed and his thighs were quivering. She paused long enough to let him think about what was happening. What she was doing to him. Deliberately.
Dark eyes wide, he made a soft, fragile sound when she took him fully into her mouth. Those sounds turned her on more than anything, that such a big, powerful, strong man would made such a helpless sound for her. She took him deeper in a long, slow slide, savoring every inch. Only to lift her mouth off completely so she could run her tongue around the glans and trace the veins running up and down his shaft. This time, the blow she gave him was a deep, cutting one, a nice sharp crack that made him cry out harshly. His hips arched, his arms straining against his bonds.
“Pain,” she whispered, smoothing her palms over his heaving back. “For you, it’s as good as me sucking your cock. Isn’t it?”
“Yes,” he ground out.
“But not just any pain, Donovan. You need it delivered just right. You need someone who understands what it does for your body. How to balance it with the pleasure until you can’t separate them any longer. These sessions are meant to help me learn exactly where your pain and pleasure thresholds are and from what I’m seeing, you’re very close to coming. If I gave you the last blow right now, you’d be done. Game over.” She trailed her fingertips up over his shoulder as she worked her way back before him, then down his pectorals to bounce over each rib and washboard ab. “But these sessions are also meant to teach you exactly what kind of Mistress I am. Where my tolerance and sense of mercy extends and my desire to watch you suffer and squirm begins. And I have to tell you, lover boy, it makes me so wet to watch you strain to free yourself. I can’t help but picture what you’d do if you were free.”
“I’d be on you so fast…”
She smiled and wrapped her hand around the base of his cock. “You’d be fucking me in earnest. Instead, I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to make your knees give out. I’m going to make you shout so loudly half a dozen boats are going to come up here to investigate, afraid someone’s getting murdered.”
Casually, she pumped him, bringing him to the very edge. His cock strained in her hand, iron hard and so hot and swollen with need it took her own control not to strip off her panties, push him down on his back, and ease both of their torment. She dropped her hand, took a step back and just watched him struggle to control himself. His face was red with effort, his eyes blazing, sweat dripping off him like she’d made him run a marathon. Every breath whistled through his clenched lips. But he held it.
“Very good, you sexy beast.”
Her words made him arch again, a low growl rattling from his chest.
“Oh, yes, growl at me. I love it. Nothing turns me on more than the soft fragile whimpers and the desperate, bossy demands my sub makes when he’s trying to get me to put him out of misery. But you’ll learn, Donovan, there’s very little that will sway me. Your safeword will. Or some form of ‘Please, Mistress, I’m begging you, I need to come so bad’. Those are the only words I want to hear. Otherwise, you can wait until I’m good and ready to let you come.”
Quivering right on the edge of release, Donovan fought to keep his mouth shut and his knees locked.
I wanted this. Remember? I ached for it. I sought her out, hunting her down and devising an entire blackmail scheme if needed to get her right here torturing me.
He couldn’t see through the sweat blinding his eyes. His throat and chest hurt from sucking in all the hot humid air and he stunk to high heaven, as rank as a prime bull in full musk. Every single mark burned like a brand in his skin until his ass felt like it was swollen and roasted by the merciless sun.
No, it’s Mistress L who’s merciless.
Sitting back down before him, she waited until he managed to control his breathing a little. The sight of her sitting there in the royal blue lingerie he’d picked for her was agony. He wanted to shred the lace from her body to reveal those lush, full breasts. He wanted her hard nipples pressed against his chest. He wanted his tongue beneath the silk covering her crotch.If only I’d gone to my knees as soon as I saw her. Maybe she really would have let me taste her again.
He certainly didn’t want her sitting, her incredible lips and tongue in front of him ready to torment him with the softest little caresses. It also meant he wasn’t going to get the last blow anytime soon.
Staring at her mouth, it took him a moment to realize something was tickling his legs. He glanced down and saw the crop sliding between his thighs. He’d braced his feet wide apart to keep his balance on the gently swaying deck, which had unfortunately given her plenty of access to the tender skin of his inner thighs. Not to mention his balls. Of course now that she had the crop there, he didn’t dare squeeze his legs shut like a shy little virgin. His pride wouldn’t allow it. Even if she gave him the last blow on his scrotum.
“You’re so close to coming that your balls are tight to your body. I think if I licked you now, you’d give me a different kind of cream pie to sample.”
He shuddered, both horrified and turned on by the thought of coming on her face. He respected her too much to want to use her like that, yet he couldn’t deny the appeal, either.
“One of these times I’m going to have to try my three-way cock ring. It’ll keep your balls pulled away from your body while squeezing all that blood right where I want it.”
Again, a mixture of horror and searing desire flooded his mind. She’d control everything about his body, his release, even the position of his balls. It was humiliating…and so damned hot he sagged a moment before he caught himself and stiffened his legs.
The muscle in his right quadriceps cramped, a sharp, hard pain that only added to the misery.
“I even have a cock ring with a chain attached to it. Then I could lead you around like Hank. Wouldn’t that be fun? Maybe I’d take you out for a walk, too, all dressed up in your shiny collar and your cock ring. My, what a pretty picture you would make.”
He opened his mouth to retortshut up, quit tormenting me with all these erotic, forbidden images!But he couldn’t speak to the Mistress like that. She might be on his yacht, his domain, but here in this moment, she was the ruler of his universe. If he displeased her she’d do worse than refuse to let him come.
She’d just walk away.
The thought of the coming winter…all those long, cold nights. Alone. No warmth. The emptiness. The agony. Now that he’d had a taste of what she could give him, he couldn’t lose it. He’d go mad, a rabid dog who’d have to be put down to protect everyone around him.I’d rather lose every dime, every building, every business, even my father and grandfather’s boats, than ever lose her.
