Taken by the Billionaire (9 page)

A sudden jolt of electricity shot up my skin as Peter’s hands found my legs from out of nowhere. The blindfold had an amazing effect, I realized, because now I couldn’t see what he was doing. His every action was a surprise to me now, and all I could do was wait in torturous anticipation until he made his move.

I moaned softly as he ran his hands down my legs all the way to my ankles and sent shivers through my body. His hands slowly ran back up my body, this time on the insides of my legs, and a soft whimper escaped my lips as I trembled in an indescribable mix of anxiety and ecstasy. His hands were so close to me, so near to my most sensitive of places and coming closer and closer, inch by inch! I wanted him to touch me, to explore me, to set my body on fire with his fingers.

When his hands reached my thighs, one hand branched off and started its way up my belly while the other slowly eased itself in between my legs. I spread my legs a few inches wider, and I felt a hot sweat breaking out on my skin as his fingers explored in between my legs and brushed over me through the thin fabric of my underwear.

“You’re shaking, Sarah. Are you really getting this excited over a little bit of bondage?”

“God yes,” I whispered, and I let out a tiny gasp as he grabbed my right breast with one hand and slid aside my panties with the other. I felt his finger explore just around the edges of my lips, toying with me, driving me wild with animal desire.

“You’re soaking wet, Sarah,” he growled in my ear, his voice low and thick with longing. Something about the sharp edge to his voice made him sound like he had to hold himself back from
just taking me
right here and now. I imagined him pushing me down on the carpet, pressing me against the ground on my hands and knees and thrusting deep into me, and a hot tremor ran through my body at the delicious thought.

He ran a slick finger down the inside of my leg as he kissed me softly on the neck. He was definitely right; I was so wet that I was practically dripping.

“Are you liking this? You like the feeling?” he whispered, stroking what felt like two fingers slowly and evenly up and down over my wet lips. I squirmed against my handcuffs and tried to answer, but nothing came out but an ecstatic whimper. It’s just as good that I couldn’t find my voice; words would have failed to describe how amazing his touch felt!

The excitement built up more and more inside me as Peter slowly teased me, running his fingers over my glistening lips. My legs were shaking so much now that I was worried I’d lose my balance, and just as I started to wobble, Peter grabbed me by the chain of my handcuffs and pulled me tightly against him.

I braced against him, trying to regain my balance, and just as I steadied myself, he plunged two fingers deep into me. I squealed in delight and nearly slammed my back into his chest out of shock as the electric sensation shot through my body. I was tight and so perfectly sensitive tonight that his one little thrust felt like heavenly, sensual magic to me.

He let go of my hands again, reached around me, and grabbed my left breast with one hand. I immediately began to wobble again as he fondled me through my corset. My legs were so weak and trembling from the glorious feelings surging through me with each thrust of his fingers that I could hardly stand.

“You just can’t hold still, can you?” he whispered, and it almost sounded like he was holding back a laugh.

I couldn’t get even a single word out in reply. Every time I tried, it came out as a whimper instead. My hair was clinging to the back of my neck from sweat already, and we’d only just gotten started! I held back cry after cry, afraid to be too loud in the quiet of the night, and I squirmed and shook as his fingers explored deep into me time and time again. My skin felt like it was on fire, and each thrust of his hand threw more kindling on as if building me up into a roaring blaze.

I moaned in both pleasure and disappointment as I felt him pull his fingers out, and suddenly he backed away from me and left me to do my best to keep my balance in the middle of the room.

“I want to use both of my hands now, so I’m going to need a little extra help here,” he said, and I heard the rustle of his clothing as he dropped to his knees in front of me. At least, I think he was in front of me. I couldn’t exactly see him.

This blindfold—this glorious fucking blindfold! I couldn’t see a damned thing, and everything was somehow all the better for it. Everything Peter did caught me by surprise and felt even better than I’d expected it to. Even more, I could imagine and anticipate what was coming next, and without my eyes to pull me back to reality, my brain was free to do as it pleased!

I nearly leapt into the air at the touch of his hands on the back of my legs, caressing me softly and sending tingles through my body. No, clearly he was behind me after all. One ticklish finger traced around the waist elastic of my black panties, starting at my hip and slowly working its way to the front.

I breathed in sharply as I felt something else—something smooth and plastic—touch me alongside his finger.

“Have you ever used an egg vibrator before, Sarah?” he asked, rolling the plastic toy back and forth at the edge of my waistband.

I nodded, still unable to get a word out as my head swam with excitement. I’d used vibrators before, but never while handcuffed! So far, the bondage scenario was making everything I’d ever dreamed of even better than I’d hoped for. I couldn’t
wait
to try the vibrator!

Peter lifted the elastic band of my underwear and slid the egg slowly down my body. I whimpered quietly and tried not to shake as it moved further and further down my body and in between my legs. He nestled it in between my wet lips and pulled up my underwear just slightly, so that it held the egg in place.

Suddenly, the vibrator turned on and my cognitive functions took a running leap out the nearest window.

I cried out in pleasure as the vibrator sent bursts of pleasure rocketing through my body, and as I tried to withstand the intense sensations—to keep myself from screaming in ecstasy and waking up half the house, at least—Peter grabbed me by the chain of my handcuffs and started to drag me down onto the ground. I dropped to my knees obediently.

Was that what he wanted me to do? I thought so, but I could barely think through the storm of pleasure surging upward from between my legs.

I shook and shivered as the vibrator did what it did best: driving me wild and making me want to squeal. Each wondrous surge of pleasure followed the same path up my spine, through my heart, and then up and out through my lips in a cry of ecstasy.

“You need to be quiet, Sarah. You’ll wake up the whole house,” he purred, and he gently cupped my head in his hands and started to pull me forward toward him. I didn’t need to be able to see to know what was coming, and I opened my mouth wide to take as much of him as he offered.

I wrapped my lips tightly around his enormous erection as he leaned me forward into him, nearly throwing me off balance even on my knees. The vibrator sent a particularly glorious burst of electricity up my body, and I let out a muffled moan as I ran my lips slowly up and down his shaft.

Peter balanced me precariously on the edge of my knees, my wrists still cuffed behind my back, both holding me upright and at the same time proclaiming his dominance over me. I was completely helpless and in his control as he slid his rod in and out of my mouth. I would fall if he let go of me; there was no way I could recover my balance with my hands tied behind my back like this. He wasn’t going to let me fall, though. I believed that beyond any shadow of a doubt. This was just part of the deviously sexy game we were playing together. Every time I thought he was about to drop me or about to push too far into my mouth, he came through at the very last second and saved my trust in him. He pushed me to strange new limits as he toyed with me, used me, took me for himself, but at the same time he was driving me
insane
with that goddamned glorious vibrator. I could feel sweat dripping down my body, and my corset was getting soaked and clinging to my body as I burned with desire.

Suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth, and I felt myself pitch forward. I was falling. I was going to hit the ground, and I couldn’t even see it coming to try to brace for the impact!

I gasped and tightened up, cringing as I waited for the impact, and just as I was certain that I was going to hit the floor, his arms wrapped around me, caught me, and gently stopped my descent.

“You have to trust me, Sarah,” he whispered, and he kissed me on the cheek as he slowly lowered me onto the carpet. “I wasn’t going to let you fall.”

He laid me on my left side, retrieved the egg, and as I caught my breath and calmed down from my shock, I heard his clothing drop to the floor nearby. Now, the blindfold was a problem. I wanted to see his strong, muscular body, particularly his absolutely amazing legs and shoulders. Peter’s body was gorgeous and masculine, and imagining about his naked form was enough to get me excited again. Even falling wasn’t enough to sate my desire for him.

Peter sat down behind me, grabbed my wrists, and fiddled with the lock on my handcuffs. With a metallic clink, the lock popped and my right hand came free. I reached up to remove the blindfold, but he quickly caught my hand in his iron grip. His tongue clicked disapprovingly as he pulled my arm back down and cuffed my hands again, this time in front of me.

“I don’t think so,” he growled. “I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

“Good,” I whispered lustfully back to him. “I want more!”

He lay me on my left side on the carpet and then joined me on the floor, his chest pressed firmly against my back. I could feel the sweat-soaked corset and my equally wet underwear clinging to my body as he reached down and placed a hand gently between my legs.

Peter’s hand ran up between my legs, and as I arched by back in delight at the thought that he was going to start fingering me again, he instead lifted my right leg up in the air. He pushed his hips forward against me and I could feel his hard member between my legs, running back and forth over my lips and taunting me, tormenting me with how close it was to where I hoped it would go. I wanted it closer. I wanted him, all of him, every glorious fucking inch of him inside me, but instead he stroked back and forth just close enough to make a tormented, frenzied mess out of me.

He barely spread my lips with each stroke, pushing just the tiniest bit further each time, but never going deep or hard enough to penetrate me. The mix of desire and pleasure welling up inside me was maddening!

Suddenly, a surge of intense pleasure shot through my body, interrupted my thoughts and desires, and made me scream deliriously as with one strong thrust, he penetrated deep into me. Even as wet and excited as I was, I still felt myself tighten around his shaft, taking each incredible inch of him for everything it was worth. It was all I could do not to dissolve into a puddle of ecstasy from the first stroke, and each stroke after that only made it harder and harder to contain myself. The feeling was incredible, and being bound and blindfolded only made it even more intense to me.

I wanted to come already. I could feel my orgasm sparking and lighting up inside me from his strong, deep strokes, and each powerful thrust poured more and more fuel on the fire. My skin was igniting and burning with pleasure, and the sensations were blazing through me like an uncontrolled wildfire.

Peter held my leg up with one hand as he pounded faster and faster into me, and he clamped the other hand firmly over my mouth.

“You want to scream? Let yourself go!” he half growled and half gasped into my ear.

I moaned into his hand, and then screamed deliriously as he thrust into me so hard that it nearly bounced my brain around. Every single thrust, in this position, was like a shot of heaven straight into my spine. This was the perfect position for me, I realized, as his hand drowned out my muffled screams. This angle was more than just great; it was the most agonizingly perfect position I’d ever experienced. Every thrust felt like it was filling me entirely—almost stretching me, even—and I could feel every little detail of his enormous erection against my body. It was as if he could hit every single nerve in my body from this position and drive the electric sensations all the way up to my brain with each stroke.

“Holy shit. Oh god…
holy shit!
Aaah!” I screamed into his hand, and my eyes rolled back in my head as he pounded deep into me again and again and again. I was losing control of myself. I wanted him to take me, to use me just like he was right now, and to do it as hard as possible. I wanted to be bruised in the morning from how hard he’d fucked me.

Peter’s every thrust somehow stimulated me
everywhere
in my body. My entire being, body, mind and soul, was catching fire. I felt like I was going to burn away into dust as the flames of desire ran up my body and consumed me. I wanted to push myself even further down on him and at the same time to pull away from the nearly incomprehensible sensations building up inside me, but I had no power to do anything now. Peter had complete control over me, and I was his to do with as he saw fit. He held my body tightly against him and fucked me harder and faster with each stroke as I screamed deliriously into his hand. I could barely breathe, and I was starting to see flickering stars against the darkness of the blindfold.

I felt like I was drowning. It was the pleasure of my own orgasm was drowning me. It was pouring down on top of me like a waterfall crashing down upon my head, flattening me, pushing me to the bottom, drowning me as it poured more and more on top. I had to get to the surface to breathe, to escape from suffocating in my own agonizingly intense pleasures, but I couldn’t seem to get there! Each stroke from Peter poured down another foot of wondrous, heavenly water for me to swim through, and his hand—still clamped firmly over my mouth—was somehow bottling up my orgasm inside me.

Just as I felt like I was about to pass out, Peter uncovered my mouth and let my long, glorious scream escape. I shook and trembled as Peter languidly stroked in and out of me, and he kissed me softly on the back of the neck. I was completely drenched in sweat, and I felt as if my body was as heavy as lead. I could hardly move, and when he released my wrists from the handcuffs, my arms fell limply to the floor. I was completely exhausted.