The Billionaire Submissive (Billionaires in Bondage) (25 page)

He strained to keep his gaze locked on her face. “I owe you.”

“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 a
smart
Mistress 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.”

Relieved, she let go of his collar and started working on the tie around his cock. “There you are.”

“Are you done? Did I give you my safeword?” A look of appalled panic flooded his face. “I don’t remember.”

“Shhh, I’m not done with you yet, lover boy.” Shaking her head, she looked up at him a moment. “Though giving your safeword isn’t something you should ever be ashamed of. Brace yourself.”

He blinked again, not really understanding what she meant, but as the silk came off, the blood started flowing again. Trembling, he sat back on his heels, which only increased the pain flooding his system. He let out a roar, his shoulders straining, his head falling back. She grabbed his collar again to keep him upright and held him steady while he thrashed.

“Lilly, please. I want to be inside you. Please!”

In a heartbeat, she joined him on the bed, drew him between her thighs and cradled him close while he came. He shuddered on top of her, sweaty and unable to thrust without the use of his arms, but she didn’t need much encouragement. She slid her hand down between them and rubbed her clit, joining him in release with a soft cry into his ear so he’d know. He’d know how easily she came because he’d turned her on so much.

Panting, he collapsed on top of her, a dead weight of twitching muscles and abused flesh. She managed to get his wrists untied, though, without making him roll off, and then she just held him, running her hands soothingly up and down his back.

“What happened? Why did you stop?”

“You’re one of those rare masochists who can take just about anything the top dishes out. You weren’t ever going to get enough because there’s no end to the need in you. I had to bring you down a little so you could remember your other needs. I’ll just have to make sure I’m keeping a close eye on your body and never push you so far that you’re seriously injured.”

He braced his forearms against the mattress, lifting his head so he could see her face. “That was… I can’t even… I just remember soaring. I mean, it was like my head wasn’t even attached to me anymore. It was wonderful for a while, but then… I guess I started to get afraid. You weren’t there and I didn’t know where you’d gone.”

“I was always here, lover boy, but you definitely flew much higher than I expected. Next time, I’ll make sure to keep you grounded enough that you don’t disappear too far into the clouds again. You’re going to have a nice black and blue backside for days. Before you go to sleep, I need to treat some of the cuts just to be safe. You might also bleed a little on the sheets.”

She’d meant it as a warning, so he wouldn’t be shocked, but his eyes lit up. “I want to see.” He started to push up but groaned and settled back down on top of her. “Later. Unless you want me to move.”

“Never.” She cupped his cheek and pulled him down for a gentle kiss. “You’re one hell of a man, Donovan Morgan.”

“Did I give you what you wanted?”

More than I ever expected.
Her throat tightened and she stroked her thumb over his lips. “I’ve always liked giving punishment. I’m good at it. I’m strong, I don’t get squeamish, and I can be a real cold bitch without an ounce of pity when I need to be. Those characteristics served Mistress L very well and allowed me to help dozens of clients over the years. But I’ve never been able to really
enjoy
it. I’ve never wanted to come while doing it. Not until you.”

If she’d thought he was excited to see the bruises on his ass, now his eyes gleamed like he’d swallowed half a million stars in the sky. “Good. Then I hope to blow millions on you tomorrow and the day after and…”

Laughing, she laid a finger against his lips to shut him up. “Like I said, I can’t whip you every night. You’re going to have plenty of bruises to look at for days and days. That’ll give me time to finalize the windows’ designs and hopefully get the first window in place by the end of the month.”

Nestling his face against her neck, he murmured, “I don’t care if the windows never get done.”

“I always keep my promises, but this one, I made to
you
. Come hell or high water, I’m keeping it. No matter how many times you want me to beat your delectable ass.”

Chapter Nineteen

Lilly might have asked his secretary to pencil her in each evening at five, but as the days went by, more often than not, Donovan found himself leaving his office and driving out to the warehouse in order to drag her away from her work. He’d tried leaving her alone and waiting for her to call or show up at his condo—he didn’t want to become one of those clingy submissives who made her life work inside and outside of the scene—but he’d quickly realized she got so sucked into the project she simply didn’t know what time it was.

She wasn’t obsessed with completing the work itself—she just got lost in the creation of her projects. If he left her to her own devices, it’d be ten at night and she’d still be cutting glass or one of the other thousands of tasks she claimed only she could do. Even worse, she immersed herself so completely she often forgot to eat. Not to mention the multitude of cuts all over her hands. He’d never realized how dangerous stained glass work could be. Sure, it involved glass, but it never dawned on him those pieces of glass were cut by hand, and even if the piece didn’t break unexpectedly, they were as sharp as daggers. The thought of one of them shattering and taking out one of her eyes made him shudder.

I’m beginning to hate those blasted windows.

Two people were leaving the warehouse as he pulled into the parking lot. He recognized them both as other artists she’d hired to help her complete the massive project. Rolling down his window, he asked, “Is she still at it?”

“You know it,” Joe said with the cocky grin only a twenty-year-old could give. “I tried to get her to clean up for the night, but since we’re soldering the first pieces, she wanted to make sure everything was fitting well.”

Before Donovan could ask, the older woman, Sally, added, “And no, she didn’t have lunch today, other than a Coke and a cupcake Joe picked up from the convenience store.”

Clenching his jaws a moment to make sure he had control of his temper, he finally managed to speak without ripping someone’s head off. “Wasn’t a beautiful catered lunch delivered on time?”

“Sure.” Sally fought to keep the grin off her face. No wonder Lilly liked the woman—she had the same sense of humor. “She just didn’t eat it. The rest of us enjoyed it immensely, though.”

“Great.” He blew out a sigh and drove up to park at the door. He was sure they were laughing at him. She was a grown woman, for Christ’s sake, not a three-year-old toddler.
Isn’t that what she called me when I didn’t want to share?
Still, he couldn’t help but try and take care of her. After everything she’d given him, the least he could do was try and make her eat her fucking lunch.
Now her language is rubbing off on me too. A sure sign of temper on my part.