My Secret Master (A Dark Billionaire Romance) (19 page)

I felt the air from the motion of his hand. It tickled over my breasts, bringing them to attention. I wanted to curse my body; it responded to Seth's presence, I was hyper aware of how close he was to my nipples.

In seconds, they firmed to the point of throbbing.

Kneeling, he cut my panties away without flourish. It baffled me how he could switch between business and the lusty, beastly side I saw deep in his eyes.

Dangling as I was, my calves burned from keeping me upright. Taking me by the shoulders, he let his lips come near my cheek. “There, now we're ready to begin.”

Abruptly he spun me, and for a moment, I was confused. There, just feet away, I stared at a naked woman. She was flushed, straining on her toes with her neck pulsing madly. Her lips were red and thick.

Such an erotic sight was strange when it was combined with the fear in her eyes.

Eyes just like mine.

And then I knew.

A mirror.

Seth had tied me up in front of a mirror. I'd experienced being gagged, as well as blindfolded, but being forced to watch myself was a new level of kink. I saw my nostrils flare as I inhaled sharply.

At my shoulder, Seth was smirking.

“Lovely,” he said, “Isn't it?” Reaching down, he brushed my bare hip. “I wanted you to watch me work. You'll see everything I do to you, Ms. Starling.”

Even now, he calls me that.
It was impersonal. How could he be so distant while I was nude and vulnerable?
Maybe that's what he needs.
Seth didn't require a physical mask.

He'd been wearing one all along.

Seth wandered over to dig inside a wooden chest. When he returned, he held a long spool of glossy white rope. “I've wanted to do this to you since I first brought you in here, Ms. Starling.”

Hooking the strands through his fingers, he unwound it. My eyes widened, trying to imagine what he was going to do to me. My mind was cruel, so I finally gave up and just asked. “What will you do with those?”

Lifting an eyebrow, Seth snapped the rope. The sound of the whip-crack was felt in my bones. “Many things, my dear.”

In the mirror, I caught the dark excitement in his glistening blue eyes.

He draped the rope over my shoulders and down my ribs, sinking the ends deep down the valley of my breasts. Both pieces wove behind me, over my spine, only to reappear.

I never would have guessed that Seth was an artist. I'd known he appreciated my painting, but this was something else entirely.

Soft nylon, the texture was pleasant where it touched me. Again, he wound the ends across my flesh. Soon, my chest was circled tight, the ropes pushing my breasts out in obscene, swollen shapes.

In the mirror, I saw the deep pink color of my nipples, watched them grow harder as I stared.

“You appreciate the art, I take it,” he said. Chuckling, he rolled a fingertip down my shoulder until he brushed the sensitive tip of my right nipple. Both of us watched how I whimpered; I couldn't control my reaction. “Yes,” he purred, “The ropes draw sensation to the areas they choke. You'll feel everything more intensely.”

How could this get
more
intense?

Coiling the ropes around my waist, he layered them around my hips. Lower he went, binding my knees, my ankles. When he came back up, tucking the cord between the V of my legs, I gasped. “What are you doing?”

“Whatever I want. I thought that was clear.” The rope was yanked, threading through my slit and the cleft of my ass. It nestled intimately, and as I shifted helplessly, I bit back a moan. In spite of everything, the bondage was turning me on.

Seth hoisted the rope upwards until I felt him tying it behind my shoulder blades. The knot he'd formed between my thighs was wide. It ran along my lower lips, digging into my pussy.

With how my legs were bound, ankles clasped and knees touching, I could hardly move.

But I could wiggle—why had he left me any freedom at all?

“You're so gorgeous when you're trapped,” he whispered, lips kissing my earlobe. My eyes shut, pleasure forcing me to flutter into a delightful daze. It wasn't something he'd let me escape into, though. Seth had plans.

He decided to remind me of them.

One hand came down, slapping sharply on my nipple. “Ah!” I shouted, staring at him in shock. He did it again, harder, and I convulsed. Stretching forward, my hips arched on impulse. The pressure on the ropes shifted, the massive knot digging into my pussy.

Right into my clit.

Gasping, I twitched violently, but that just made the soft nylon tighten more. Seth had tied the ropes in such a way that any movement I made caused the knot to slide deeper, rougher, unrelenting over my swollen nub.

“How?” I blurted, fighting not to move any more. Already, the sensation of having my pussy rubbed was making me wet.

“Do you like it?” Bending low, he nuzzled my chest. Tingles erupted down my spine. Blood had engorged my breasts, everything he did was felt ten-fold. “When you move, the ropes squeeze harder. In turn... they feel even better. I can already smell how excited you are.”

Blushing at his observation, I started panting. Sweat glided down my ribs. “Untie me, it's too much!”

“You've forgotten our agreement.” With both hands he thumbed my nipples. I braced myself, throwing my head back. Willing myself to freeze, I flexed my toes until they cramped. “Watching you fight gets my cock rock hard, did you know that?”

His words were too much.

With pressure mounting in my belly, I thrust into the knots. They did their job, gliding over my clit again and again, sending me into new spasms. Resisting was impossible; at this rate, the ropes would make me come.

Humping the air, I moaned like I was in heat. Fuck, I
felt
like I was in heat! Seth had my body thrumming, the bonds forcing pleasure out of me whether I wanted it or not.

Why am I fighting this?
I wondered.
I can't remember why I'm resisting.

I'd been depressed when Seth had banished me from his home. I'd wanted more of him, more of this. Now, I was getting it in spades.

What gall did I have to complain?

Seth had vanished, but I didn't notice. Not until the strands of leather slapped over my ass. Squealing, I flooded with pain and blinding warmth from grinding into the ropes.

Behind me, there was fire—the kind that seared.

In front of me, there was fire as well. But this one brought glory, it licked at my thighs and drove me mad.

“Fuck,” he hissed, uncharacteristically crass. “Seeing you writhe is addicting.”

I bit my tongue as another lash hit my skin. Colors rolled through my skull. In the mirror, I saw how I glowed. Sweat poured everywhere, my hair sticking to my forehead.

I can't take this!

The flogger kept on, assaulting me with precision. Seth knew where to attack, leaving me lost in a sea that ate away at my mind. Pain, pleasure, what was the difference?

“It's too much!” All the rebellion fled me. It flooded away as easily as the juices from my pussy. “I give up!” I cried. “No more, you win, just stop!”

Seth circled around, facing me. I hung my head, gasping for air, but he gripped my chin and pulled me back up. He was so close, I saw every eyelash over his explosive stare. “Sweetness, you misunderstand. This isn't about winning or making you beg. This is about what
I
want... and I want to make you sing.”

For the first time, I saw a flash of the monster that slept inside of him.

Bending low, he ran his tongue over one sensitive nipple. I keened loudly, thrusting my hips forward as my thighs clenched. This was true control—Seth commanded every inch of my body.

My mind.

Nothing was safe from him. If he wanted to leave me in a shattered pile, he could. We both knew that, now.

I imagine he always knew.

I was foolish,
I thought through my haze.
I thought I could handle him.

Seth was not someone meant to be handled.

Only survived.

He nibbled my breast, thumbing the other with growing need. His torso rocked against my hip, the hard shape of his erection bumping me. That added to my lust, hot ripples running from my heart to my cunt.

“Do you want to come?” he whispered, two fingers outlining the rope as he ran his palm down my belly. He brushed right above my pussy, flicking the soaked knot gently. Still, I felt the echo of his thump through the rope, right against my clit.

My lungs expanded, pushing my ribs to their limit.

Again, he snapped the rope. “Do you
want to come?
” It was a demand, words that carved right into my soul. If someone had opened me up right then, they'd have found the perverse question tattooed forever in my flesh.

Did I
want
to come?

This went beyond want.

My whole being was raging, heated and sweating and so alive it was hurting me. The unrelenting rubbing over my pussy was maddening. The throbbing in my trapped breasts kept me awake.

Seth curled his hand in my hair, forcing me to look at him. Even his grip, causing my scalp to burn, was making me swim in delirious arousal. “Say it. Say you want to come. Beg for me. Show me how much you want this.”

Everything he spoke was a command. I was foggy, but even so, my mind snatched at what he'd said.
He wants me to show him?
Hadn't I done that already? Wasn't being here enough?

I'd risked my future by coming to this place each and every night. I'd broken the rules, fought with everything to make him see I wanted to belong to him.

Only him.

How
dare
he ask me to show him what I want?

Gritting my teeth, I lifted my eyes. He sensed my defiance, and I enjoyed the brief flicker of surprise on his beautiful face. “No,” I said flatly. “I'm not begging for anything. Not anymore.”

Seth's lips twitched at the edges. I expected him to frown, but his languid smile sent trembles into my heart. “You still have some fight in you. Good.”

Hooking the rope between my thighs, he pulled it, ground it roughly against my engorged nub. It should have hurt, I wished it had.

Pleasure swelled in me, my pussy clenching around nothing, my belly fluttering with a nearby orgasm.

He'd taken me to the edge so quick. So easily.

My defiance meant nothing.

Chuckling, he reached around, cupping my ass. We were bent together like a pair of dancers, his breath on my temple. “Go on, keep denying it. Try not to come like the helpless slave you are. You'll never hold out. Your body belongs to
me,
Ms. Starling. You're mine... every part of you.”

Perhaps I was really losing it, because I thought there was a sense of desperation in his voice. The way his breath hitched, quickening... it wasn't the flat, ultimate calm I knew him for.

The flogger was back, he spanked me with it as he cradled me to his chest. The strikes were brisk, but they never lingered. Each one made me flex against him, driving the ropes deeper, pushing the flames in my core higher.

His cock was solid against my thigh, its presence adding to my fervor.

The fibers in my back ached, my calves knotting from how I strained. Every noise I made was a whimper, or a throaty groan. Seth really did know me; what I wanted, what I needed...

He knew it better than
I
did.

Wriggling in my bonds, the immense pressure of my orgasm began to mount. It was a tidal wave, roaring through me with every tiny twitch of my body. The ropes trapped my clit, grinding it over and over.

Redness flushed across my chest; I started to shake. Seth squeezed my jaw, making me look forward—right at the mirror. “Watch yourself,” he whispered. “I want you to see how amazing you look when you give in.”

My lashes flickered, but I didn't close my eyes.

I wanted to—I thought I wanted to.

I didn't know anymore.

Seth had turned me into a blank slate that had simple, basic needs.

The flogger came down one more time, caressing my tingling ass. The final arch of my hips doomed me.

“Aah!” I gasped, my lips numb, hanging open. Furious heat slammed into me. My muscles tightened as I came. In my ear, Seth moaned. He was relishing how I'd lost control, coming in the bondage he'd crafted for me.

Waves of pleasure turned me pink. In the mirror, I saw my slack jaw, the sparkles in my eyes. I writhed obscenely, my inner thighs shiny from my release. It was humiliating, but also... so much more.

Seth wasn't wrong. When I looked at myself like this, there was a beauty to it. A celebration of trust. I'd let him do all of this to me. I'd agreed to it from the start.

The reward for such obedience was humbling.

“Perfect,” he purred. “You're so god damn perfect.”

I couldn't talk. The ropes were still digging into me, never letting up. They didn't care that I'd just come; they had me in their grasp, and they were unrelenting. “Help,” I whispered pitifully as a new wave of hot pleasure strangled me. “Fuck, take them off, I can't... I...”

“Can't what? Handle more?” Laughing, he kissed my cheek. “I think you can. I've seen it.”

Blood pounded in my ears. The room swam, and I rolled my hips like a stripper on a stage. I was coming again before I could prepare, the ropes forcing me without caring what I wanted.

Sobbing, I threw my head back. “Fuck! I—this—aah!” Colors blurred, I was a wet, convulsing mess. My world centered in on my pussy, the heat there burning through my consciousness.

could do nothing but come, even when I was sure it was too much.

Then, with one final, blurry look at my reflection...

I felt nothing more.

Naomi

––––––––

B
lackness choked me under.

It had arrived suddenly, stealing all sensation from me as I floated along. I only realized I'd passed out when I saw I was sitting naked on the floor.

Confused, I lifted my head, my returning senses telling me how sore I was. Around me, there was warmth; a pair of arms, holding me against a solid chest. Seth's forehead rested on the side of my skull, his legs stretching on either side of me.