Page 58 of The Billionaire Submissive
“You don’t owe me a thing, lover boy, not after the way you greeted me tonight. But I admit to hoping you’d let me give you a good thrashing tonight.”
He nodded so hard he almost threw out his neck. “Thrash me, Mistress.”
“You know what that means, right? You know what I expect.”
Closing his eyes, he quivered, fighting to contain his excitement and yes, his fear. He’d never had a woman take him so far, so low, that he’d beg. Lilly could do it, he was sure of it. She’d already brought him to his knees. He wanted the torment, pain and pleasure rising to such a fevered pitch he’d do absolutely anything she said. “Yes, Mistress.”
“I think you’re going to need some help to get there.” The thoughtful tone of her voice made him open his eyes. With a wink, she said, “Get me the tie you’re going to wear tomorrow, and the one you wore today.”
His feet were moving to do her bidding, while his mind tried to guess what she was going to do.Tie my hands, sure. That makes sense. But what’s the second one for? Maybe one tie for each hand so she can tie me to my own bed.
He didn’t even look at the color but dragged the first tie off the rack he touched. The one he’d worn today was draped with his suit jacket over the bench in the center of his closet. He hadn’t taken the time to hang anything for fear she’d finish in the bathroom before he could strip and be ready. Returning, he held out the ties, lifting each hand as he said, “Today’s, and tomorrow’s.”
“Red. Very nice. Always an excellent choice. You know the drill, lover boy. Turn around and put your hands in the small of your back.”
He did so, relishing the glide of silk binding his wrists. There was something about knowing it was his own tie that added a whole new layer to the bondage. It set his mind to playing through fantasies of her coming into his office and doing the same.Tied up with my own tie. Pants down around my ankles. While she thrashes me within an inch of my life on top of my desk. And I have to keep quiet for fear the secretary will hear.
A groan escaped before he could fully stifle it.
“I’m hurrying. We’ll have to be extremely careful with this silk. Knots can get tighter and make it difficult to free you. I’ve got a pair of scissors in my bag just in case.” With a low chuckle, she swatted his ass lightly. “Turn around now.”
His knees were already trembling but he managed to turn around without face planting. She held the red tie stretched out in her hands with a wicked smile on her lips that made him groan again. She didn’t need to tell him what she was going to do with the other tie now. Not with such a lascivious glint in her eyes.
Starting with the narrow end, she wrapped his balls, then his cock, tying the whole package so tightly that sweat broke out on his forehead. Every beat of his heart made the pressure rise in his cock.I can only imagine what it’s going to feel like when she starts laying blows on my ass.
“There.” She stood back to regard her handiwork with a pleased smile. “You look like a Christmas present I can’t wait to unwrap with my teeth.”
Breathing hard, he waited while she stacked the pillows just so on the bed. Then she stepped back and pointed with the crop. And he went without hesitation, clambering up on the bed without the use of his hands, hoping he didn’t lose his balance, fall off the side, and dislocate his cock. How embarrassing would it be to have to explain such an injury to the ER doctor? It took him a minute to figure out how to lie without pinning his erection in a painful position, while still lifting his backside for her, but she waited patiently. In fact, when he checked over his shoulder to see her reaction, the heat in her eyes told him she enjoyed watching him struggle awkward and off balance.
“I’m ready, Mistress.”
“Make sure you’re comfortable. Once I start, I’m not stopping until I hear ‘glass’ or ‘please’. Understand?”
“Yes.” His voice cracked. He laid his cheek against the mattress and closed his eyes. His shoulders ached faintly, but nothing like the sweet throb of his trapped cock. “Mistress.”
The tip of the crop tapped on his left hamstring. “Widen you legs. I want to watch your balls turn purple before I’m done.”
Shuddering, he shifted his legs wider apart and dared a small push. “Bruises, Mistress.”
“You got it, Donovan.”
Chapter Eighteen
A good Mistress always set the bar high, both for herself and her submissive. But asmartMistress knew exactly how high to set the bar, so it was a push…but not impossible.
Coated in a light sheen of sweat, Lilly paused a moment, both to catch her breath and assess Donovan’s condition. Watching him struggle was something she’d never weary of. Listening to the way his groans turned to curses and then to desperate little moans of ecstasy had never turned her on more. In fact, she was so wet her thighs were slippery. If he managed to get his mouth on her, she’d be a goner in seconds.
All he had to do was roll away from her and the game was done. Nothing kept him on his knees with his ass high in the air. Nothing but his determination to give her what she wanted. Hell, he didn’t have to even start the game. A big, strong man like him could have pushed her away with the flick of his wrist. He certainly didn’t have to stand there mute and helpless while she wrapped his cock in a silk tie she fully expected him to wear to work the next day.
Breathing hard, she rolled her aching shoulder and moved the crop to her other hand so she could flex out her fingers a moment. Despite her own arousal and his obvious enjoyment of the punishment she dished out, she hadn’t heard either of the two words she’d set for him, and she was starting to wonder if she’d made a serious mistake.
Maybe he can’t bring himself to beg me. It’s a lot for a man like him to accept. Damn it, he’s so proud, so arrogant. Maybe I was wrong.
It pained her to even think it, but taking a look at the violent streaks on the backs of his thighs and buttocks, she couldn’t push him much further. Not so soon. This was his first real taste of true punishment, and however much he claimed to want bruises, the reality might be more than he could handle. She’d already broken the skin and he was definitely swollen and well on his way to bruised. Plus she had to get some blood moving in his cock or he’d be in serious trouble.
Actually, that might just be the ticket.
She slid her finger beneath his collar and urged him upright on his knees. She even gave him a shake for good measure, making sure he knew exactly how owned and helpless he was. His eyes were so fuzzy she shook him again, harder, until he finally focused on her. He blinked and licked his lips. “Lilly.”
