Billionaire Bought: My Billionaire Boss, Part 6 (A BDSM Erotic Romance) (4 page)

"Over here," he said and pushed me towards an angled padded bench. At first I had no idea how you were meant to use it and then I saw the padded shelf at knee height. I stepped forward and knelt. My body went over the top of the bench, my hands hanging down either side. In this position my ass was sticking out and I knew that soon, Mr. Stone would punish me.

He let go of my collar and then I felt his hands on my ankles, securing them in leather restraints. With each movement and moment, I felt myself getting wetter. Felt myself tensing in anticipation of his hand hitting my ass.

The smack didn't come though. He walked around in front of me and secured my hands with leather restraints also. I was almost pulled flat against the bench now, my breasts rubbing against the padded surface.

Once Mr. Stone had me secured he walked away. I tried to see where he was going but I couldn't move. I heard the door to the next room and the distant rustling of papers. I held my breath but he didn't make any more sound.

"You didn't trust me, slave," Mr. Stone said from behind me.

I yipped and then let out my breath. Of course he'd be able to sneak back in behind me without me hearing anything.

"How many letters are there in Matt Black?" he asked.

I quickly counted them out. "Nine, sir."

"And how many letters in Jackson Stone?"

"Twelve, sir."

"So twenty-one for your lack of trust. And then..."

I felt his hand stroke across my ass and then his fingers cup my sex. I moaned as he moved his hand, his middle finger slipping inside me for a moment. He kept moving, stroking his finger over my back entrance. His finger moved in a small circle and I felt pleasure starting to build, mixed with fear.

"And then I'll fuck your tight ass until you scream," he finished, his finger brushing over me.

He moved away and I heard the rustle of paper again but I could hardly concentrate on it over the feelings twisting inside me. I'd never ... not with a man. Mr. Stone's vibrating sex toy was it and that had melted my brain.

Mr. Stone appeared beside me, holding two documents. Without speaking he showed me the front page of both. It was the waste-disposal contract I'd found earlier today. He then flipped to the back page and showed me his signature before doing the same on the other copy.

The signature was Matt Black.

He leaned in close to my ear. "He forged the contracts," Mr. Stone said and then he was gone, somewhere behind me.

"Count aloud. Miss a number and I'll start over."

"Yes, sir."

I tensed but no blow came. I realized I was holding my breath in anticipation. I let it out and tried to calm myself and that was when his hand came down on my ass.

"One," I cried.

"One what?"

"One, sir, One sir," I gasped.

"We'll have to start over," Mr. Stone said.

His finger brushed over my sex and I felt how wet I was. Pleasure tingled through me and the he hit me again. This time I wouldn't get it wrong, although the sting was making my eyes water.

"One, sir!"

He hit me again.

"Two, sir!"

Another. And another. And another.

I kept the count even as he sped up and then slowed down. He moved from one cheek to the other and then back again in a random pattern. The pain soared and then I went past it, feeling wetness on my thighs, my pussy throbbing and ready for Mr. Stone's cock.

I hit twenty-one and before I could catch my breath, Mr. Stone had his tongue in my pussy. He licked upwards, gently brushing against my ass before coming back down again. The pleasure mixed with the pain and I started to gasp as he moved his mouth against me.

Before I could come he pulled away and I heard a bottle cap open behind me. A moment later I felt his finger covered in cool gel rub against my ass. Mr. Stone gently smoothed the lubricant over me and then slowly pressed his finger inside. I heard him squirt more lubricant on his finger and again he repeated this procedure. I felt the cool gel on my ass and then his finger slipping inside me, past the tight ring of muscle. He rested his finger inside me and I felt my muscles twitching involuntarily around him. Then he pulled back and slowly slipped two fingers into me. I felt my muscles tense and then relax as the lubricant did its work.

He moved with aching slowness. As he slipped his fingers in, I felt the muscles tense and relax and then after he held them in place, a deep warmth start within me. I began to pant with each movement and closed my eyes.

"You are mine, slave, and you will learn to trust me," Mr. Stone said.

He slowly removed his finger and then I felt the tip of his cock press against me. I tried to move, to push myself back but the restraints held me in place. I wanted him inside me, filling me up.

"Keep breathing," Mr. Stone said and then slowly pushed the tip of his cock into me.

I moaned, feeling myself stretch around him. He was thicker than two fingers and the muscles protested before relaxing. He held himself in place and all I could hear was his breathing and my own. He then pushed himself forward, sliding in another inch and I gasped. His cock felt impossibly big but then my body accepted it, stretched and adjusted and warm pleasure began to pulse through me.

He pulled back, slowly, and I felt how slippery I was. As his cock moved back, the muscles twinged with pleasure. He pulled back until only the tip was inside me and then slowly pressed forward again. I felt my body opening up and stretching as he moved.

He pulled back again and then slid forward, faster this time. I felt an incredible friction and my muscles pulsing out pleasure as he stretched me. Mr. Stone slowly fucked my ass, only going in halfway and I felt my legs trembling, the deep warmth running down my body.

Then he slowed and this time pressed forward further than ever before. I felt myself stretch out around him and again that sensation of impossible size.

"Breath, girl," I heard him say, his voice jolting and I realized he was breathing heavily. I remembered air and took a deep breath.

He gripped my hips and as I breathed out, slid his full length into me and held himself in place.

"Ohh, sir," I moaned. I squeezed my muscles around him and heard him groan in pleasure. I just wanted him to fuck me. To own me.

"Are you mine?" he asked me.

"Yes, sir. I'm yours," I gasped as he cock twitched inside me.

"Should I fuck your ass?"

"Oh, please sir, yes, fuck me, fuck me." I was going crazy. I couldn't move back, couldn't move forward and all I wanted was his cock moving inside me.

His hands clenched on my waist and he pulled himself slowly out of me. I felt myself stretched out around him and muscles gratefully relaxing as his thick cock moved out. He pulled out until only the tip was within me and then slowly pushed back inside. I heard the bottle cap again and then a cold drop of lubricant drizzled directly into my asshole before he pushed his cock back in again. This time he slid all the way in and I moaned in pleasure.

He slowly pulled out of me and then began to speed up. With each thrust he filled me completely and the shocks of pleasure from him moving in and out blended into a deep pulsing heat from within me. I blurred into pleasure, losing myself in sensation and soon he was furiously fucking my ass, pounding me back and forth. I felt his hand wrap around me and he cupped my pussy. He held his firm palm against my clit as he fucked me.

"Cum now, slave," Mr. Stone commanded.

I felt my clit pulsing and then I screamed, my ass clenching around him as he fucked me. Each thrust was a new peak and my body tensed and let go each time. I heard Mr. Stone gasping behind me and then felt him cum inside me, pressing his full length into me. His body came down to rest on me as he stroked his fingers against my pussy, prolonging my fading orgasm.

I was boneless and exhausted on the bench, the deep warmth from within me lapping across my body. Mr. Stone finally slowly pulled back out of and I felt my muscles aching and a new burst of pleasure at the sensation.

He freed me from my restraints and then lifted me up into his arms as though I weighed no more than a child. He carried me out of the dungeon and into the nearest bathroom. Soon we were standing under hot water, soaping ourselves clean. I was leaning against him, unable to speak or think or take any action of my own. I felt a deep relaxation and calm. I was his. He owned me.

We toweled off and then he lifted me up again and carried me to his bedroom. Outside the sky was clear and filled with sparkling starts that were mirrored by the city lights below. He lowered me into his bed and then slipped in beside me before pulling me close to him and wrapping his arm around me.

As sleepiness washed over me I tried to put the day into order. Telling it to myself. Getting it right. This morning I'd rushed out of his office, planning to leave Mr. Stone forever. Now I was in his bed once more. Images of the bachelor auction floated through my mind. Mr. Black drunk. Mrs. Stone talking until I mentioned Bedford. The two contracts, one apparently forged. A 20-year-old Mr. Stone with a shaved head up to his knees in red mud, grinning. A red mud-brick house in his garden, vines tangled through it. His ridiculously wealthy childhood home.

It all blurred together into a puzzle I couldn't solve right now. I was left thinking about what Mr. Stone's mother had said about growing up in different environments. We were from two different worlds.

Would we stay together or was I just another girl who would break his heart?

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