An Heir For The Billionaire: His Every Command (Part One) (A BDSM And Domination Erotic Romance Novelette) (2nd Edition) (8 page)

I was panting, whimpering slightly from the pain and reeling from the accompanying pleasure. I looked from my breasts to Randall, who was watching me squirm. I reached up with my free hand, instinctively, and Randall slapped it down, shaking his head. “You agreed to be punished, Jasmine,” he reminded me firmly, his eyes darkening with lust. I swallowed against my suddenly dry throat, trying to still my breathing. I nodded, clenching my hands into fists to fight the urge to struggle, to try and release my breasts from the agony. Randall seemed to enjoy my pain, watching me with a little smile on his face. “You know,” he told me conversationally, caressing the skin around my nipples lightly, sending thrills of conflicting sensations through me. “At my home, I have actual nipple clamps that have bells on them. Perhaps sometime it would be nice to see you wearing those—hearing the bells every time you moved.” I took deep breaths, suppressing the whimpering noises that were trying to climb up through my throat.

“That would be nice,” I agreed, wanting to do whatever it would take to complete this punishment. I clenched and unclenched my fists, trying to relax. Randall chuckled, giving one of my breasts a playful squeeze that sent a sharp jolt of pain shooting through me.

“Turn around and face my desk, Jasmine,” he told me, and I obeyed, my arms and legs trembling with the intensity of sensation and arousal that were running through my veins. “Bend forward and stick your ass out for me.” Shakily, I did as I was told, wondering what on earth was going to happen to me next. Every nerve ending in my body was awake, my skin crawling with anticipation. My knees were shaking, my legs like jelly underneath me. I tried to take another deep breath, my fear and anticipation warring with the excitement of Randall being so close, finding it hard to believe that I was even more turned on than the night before.

Randall lifted up my skirt, pulling it over my hips and exposing my ass to the cool air of his office. I blushed, feeling so vulnerable and embarrassed that I couldn’t even form the words to object. “Ahhhh, I didn’t have the opportunity of seeing what a lovely, firm ass you have last night.” Randall’s fingers played over my skin, raising goose bumps as my body tried to anticipate what he would do next. He gripped my ass firmly, massaging me for a long moment until I relaxed, thinking that perhaps he would just tease me; after all, my soaking wet, throbbing pussy was only inches away from his fingers—surely he was interested in that. I leaned into his touch, moaning softly, for a moment almost able to ignore the pain in my nipples. Randall’s hands retreated and I whimpered, needy and instinctively pushing my ass out for more.

Suddenly, Randall brought his hand down against my ass, hard enough to send a cracking sound through the room, accompanied by my gasp of shock as the hot pain shot through me. He brought his hand down across my other ass cheek before I could even recover, sending another jolt of sensation through my body. I felt my pussy tighten, my breathing turning into ragged gasps and panting as his hand came down over and over again, making my skin tingle and throb. The pain in my nipples and the pain across my ass seemed to echo each other, one reinforcing the other, as I whimpered and moaned. I realized that I was arching into the blows, acting like an utter slut as Randall spanked me as thoroughly as possible, seeming to miss no part of my ass with his hand. He stopped for a moment; just when I thought I couldn’t possibly take any more. His fingertips traced over my abused skin slowly, caressing me and sending chills that made my arms and legs shake from the intensity of sensation. I trembled, closing my eyes and struggling to catch my breath and relax as he caressed me. “How do you like your punishment so far, Jasmine?” Randall asked me softly, his fingers trailing down between my legs. He ran them along the slick folds of my pussy and I made a noise that was somewhere between a whimper and a moan, pushing my hips down against his fingers. I heard him chuckle. “You like it a great deal, I see.” He rubbed my throbbing sex firmly for a few minutes, just missing my clit as I groaned with frustrated lust. “Oh, don’t worry; you’ll get a reward for being a good girl later. I’m not done with you yet.” His hand retreated from my pussy and came down across my ass again, and then several more times until tears stung my eyes and I almost fell to my knees from weakness.

He stopped suddenly, and I gripped the desk, trying to keep myself upright, refusing to let myself be beaten by Randall’s punishment. He reached up along my back and pulled and tugged at the elastic holding my hair in place, releasing it in a cascade around my face. “Stand up straight, Jasmine, and turn around to face me.” I licked my lips, taking a deep breath to steady myself, and did as Randall instructed. I swallowed against my dry throat and pulled myself upright, turning slowly to face him. He had tucked my skirt into its own waistband somehow, so my ass was still exposed to the air as I stood there, tears trickling down my face slowly. He smiled, reaching up and wiping them away with careful, strong fingers. “I believe you are quite sorry for failing to anticipate my desires, aren’t you, Jasmine?” I nodded, unable to form words, my whole body wracked with pain and pleasure that made thinking almost impossible. “Say it, please.” I shook my head slightly to clear it, licking my lips.

“I’m very sorry I failed to anticipate your desires,” I said, my voice quavering. Randall smiled at my response and leaned in to kiss me briefly on the lips. He caressed my sensitive breasts, and I made a noise against his lips, torn between arching into his feather-light touch and retreating from the renewed sensation I couldn’t quite handle.

“Your poor nipples must be in agony, aren’t they?” He murmured, and I nodded, unable to summon words. I moaned with relief when Randall’s fingers quickly released the clothespins, taking them off and setting them aside. He rubbed my breasts slowly, squeezing them lightly and sending renewed waves of pleasure and pain through me. “Is that better, my dear?” he asked with almost mocking solicitude. I nodded again, moaning as the pleasure overtook the pain. “You know, when you’re hurt you’re supposed to put ice on the injury…” He suggested, stepping back from me and reaching for his nearly empty drink. My eyes widened as I realized what he was about to do, but I was too stunned, too locked into my state of arousal to say anything as he fished a few ice cubes out of the liquid, slipping them past his lips. I started to sigh with relief, thinking that it was a taunt.

Randall stepped in close to me again and brought one of my nipples up to his mouth, pressing the ice against it as he sucked and licked the sensitized nub. I cried out, the heat of his mouth and the deep chill of the ice shocking me with sensations I had never experienced before. “Oh—oh God, oh please…. Oh yes…” I was moaning and arching into his mouth. He pulled away to refresh the ice before switching to my other nipple, somehow soothing and abusing my breast at the same time. I could barely feel the tingling heat lingering on my ass cheeks; my whole mind was centered on the sucking, licking, hot and cold that attacked my nipples. I had no idea if I was whispering or screaming.  I was writhing with the sensations, a slave to the way that Randall was treating my body, wanting more and ready to plead for it to end; I thought irrelevantly that I could come at any moment just from what he’d already done to me. I didn’t know how much longer I could possibly remain upright; nothing in my body other than my pussy, my ass, and my breasts seemed to be functioning—but those parts were functioning on high alert.

I staggered when Randall pulled away, standing back from me and leaving me vulnerable and reeling. “Is that better, my dear?” He asked me, and I nodded, panting and struggling to maintain some kind of equilibrium. Our encounter the previous evening had done nothing to prepare me for this onslaught, even if he had tortured my breasts and tied me to a filing cabinet. “I want to hear you thank me, Jasmine. And when you’re all bound up like this, I think it’s only appropriate to call me ‘Sir.’” I licked my dry lips, summoning enough willpower to be able to speak.

“Thank you very much for treating my nipples, Sir,” I said, blushing from my face to my chest. I had never been so thoroughly dominated by anyone in my life; I was surprised to find how much I liked it, how thoroughly aroused I was by Randall’s assaults and commands.

“Very good, my dear,” Randall said, smiling broadly. “Would you like to show me how grateful you are?” I nodded eagerly, wanting more than anything to get my hands on Randall. I thought for a moment that he would demand that I speak my willingness; instead he took off his blazer, setting it aside on the desk and moving to open the fly of his pants quickly. He let his pants fall and stepped out of them, standing before me in his boxers and shirt. I bit my lip, taking in his lean, muscular legs and the bulge that strained at the fabric of his underwear, remembering how it had felt in my mouth. Randall moved close to me and reached up between my legs, rubbing my pussy firmly. “Mm, you are a very grateful girl, aren’t you?” he said, his voice almost a purr in my ear as he leaned in and nipped at my neck playfully. His fingers withdrew and he took his cock out, leaving his boxers on. “Touch me, Jasmine. Show me just how grateful you are.” I started to reach out with my right hand, but winced when the handcuff that bound it to Randall’s desk cut into my skin, reminding me that I couldn’t use it. I reached out with my left hand instead and wrapped it awkwardly around Randall’s hot, hard cock, focusing on doing what I could to pleasure him with my free hand. It was difficult, but after a few moments of struggle, I managed to find my coordination and Randall’s hips began to buck into my touch as I rubbed my thumb across the tip of his cock, stroking him along the shaft firmly. I sank down onto my knees without asking or being told to, wanting to taste him again. I looked up at his face, giving him a querying look, and when he nodded slightly, watching me with his intent blue eyes, I leaned in and wrapped my lips around his head, sucking as my left hand continued to stroke the base of his shaft. I worked out a rhythm gradually, bobbing my head and licking and sucking, my entire mind centered on giving this man pleasure, on demonstrating how grateful I was for the sensations he’d given me.

I remembered suddenly the thought that I had had—that if I could see him again, I wanted to make him come, to taste him and feel him climax in my mouth. I moaned with Randall’s cock between my lips, taking more of him in, creating a rhythm with my hand and mouth moving up and down as I twisted my tongue around him. I found that as Randall’s arousal increased, so did mine; my whole body was sizzling with it, my nerves on fire, the muscles in my pussy tightening and flexing in need. I had forgotten about the pain of the spanking, about the abuse of my nipples. Everything in me was focused on giving the incredibly attractive, intensely arousing man in front of me pleasure. I could taste his precum as it began to flow, coating my tongue with the salty-sharp taste of him. His cock felt like hot velvet against my lips, the tip tickling my throat as I took as much of him as I possibly could. He was too big for me to take him all, and I groaned in frustration, wishing I could swallow him as I ruthlessly suppressed my gag reflex. I shifted my hand downward to cradle his balls, playing with them lightly; barely squeezing them, jiggling them in my palm as I worshipped his cock with my mouth.

Just when I thought that I was going to get my wish, when Randall’s cock was twitching in my mouth, his hips buckling just out of his control, he gave me a careful push away, sending me onto my ass. Pain and heat flared up from the abused flesh, reminding me of the spanking I had received. It ricocheted through my body, echoing in my breasts, and I gasped, bereft and startled by the sudden change. Randall stood very still for a long moment, his eyes closed, and I realized that he was holding himself back, restraining the climax that was so close for him. “Another time, I will take full advantage of your gratitude and skill, my dear Jasmine,” he said slowly, his breathing easing gradually as he stood there, regaining his composure. “But I am not finished with you yet.” He pulled me up off of the floor and steadied me, reaching around to give my ass a playful squeeze, sending yet another wave of sensation through my body. I moaned, pushing my hips back into his hand. Randall chuckled, brushing his lips against mine before trailing them down to my throat. “You called your ex-boyfriend’s other woman a slut,” he observed, reaching up to squeeze my breasts firmly. “But I think, my dear, that you enjoy playing the role of an obedient little slut quite well yourself.” His hand dropped down between my legs and he rubbed my clit firmly, finding it immediately with his seeking fingers. “Would you be a willing little slut for me?” I gasped as his touches drove all capacity for thought out of my mind. “Answer me please, Jasmine.” My hips were moving mindlessly, pushing down against the delicious friction of Randall’s fingers against my swollen bud.

“Yes!” I cried out gasping. “Yes, yes, yes.” Randall chuckled and his fingers withdrew. I whimpered, reaching out to touch his cock once more; he pushed my hand away from him, bringing my face close to kiss me deeply and hungrily. I was breathless by the time he broke away, touching me all over with the deft movements of his hands.

He turned me around to face the desk once more, pushing on my back gently but firmly until I bent over and clutched the desk tightly. I tensed, expecting him to spank me again, but instead I felt his cock pressing against my soaking wet pussy, rubbing against me teasingly. He thrust his hips, not penetrating me but rocking against my ass, his cock sliding along my labia and brushing against my clit. I was so ready I wanted to scream, to beg him to fuck me. When I couldn’t possibly wait any longer, Randall shifted, thrusting into me hard and fast, filling me up all at once. I moaned like a slut, pushing my hips back to take him deeper. I was panting again, moaning and crying out as Randall began to move inside me immediately, not taking the time to savor as he had the previous night. I was still tender from our tryst before, and his thick, hard cock sent a shiver through me as my body yielded to him, my muscles flexing and releasing around him as I writhed and twisted, moving in counterpoint to his thrusts. “You are so tight and wet, Jasmine,” Randall said, his voice tense, and I smiled, loving the feeling of him inside me.