Billionaire's Pet 2 (BDSM, Domination and Submission Erotic Romance) (5 page)

Feeling a full-body blush erupt, she closed her eyes.

"Answer me, pet."

"Yes."

That wasn't good enough. He curled a finger under the gusset of her panties to find her slick and heated between her labia. "What was that, pet?"

"Yes, sir. It's your pussy. I won't touch it."

A last kiss on the mouth, over before she could open her eyes, and then he was gone.

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Harriet visited like clockwork, bringing Katelyn food and an assortment of books from the estate's library. She hadn't found a library inside Griffin's rustic palace when she explored the day before, but she had encountered several locked doors. She guessed the library was hidden behind a massive set of double doors not too far from his office.

A little after eight in the evening, she started to wonder if Harriet's face was the only one she'd see for the rest of the day. For the first time since Griffin had left her that morning, she looked up where the camera should be. Reaching for the cane alongside her bed, her gaze narrowed. If Harriet was going to be running around like a nanny every two hours through the night, she wasn't about to page the sweet woman so soon to help her to the shower.

And a shower was most definitely in order.

Leveraging off the cane, she stood and started hobbling toward the bathroom door. Inside, she contemplated the lock on the door for half a second. Just by walking across the room, she was disobeying him. She decided not to give another push. The way her head seemed to slowly seesaw as she walked provided another incentive to follow at least that instruction.

Resting a shoulder against one wall, she turned the water on, letting it heat as she started to disrobe, eyes closed to stop the room from spinning. When she opened them again, there was six-plus feet of angry male staring down at her. With a nervous lick of her lips, Katelyn started to push off from the wall. He pressed the tip of his index finger against her chest, all the force he needed to keep her pinned in place.

His clothes came off, the pissed look stayed. Opening the shower door, he guided her inside. Griffin maneuvered her body until her back was against the cold tile. Detaching the showerhead, he switched the water flow to a gentle mist and ran it over Katelyn's body. A squirt of near-arctic body wash against her torso made her yelp, a small smile replacing the grim line of Griffin's mouth as his hands landed against her breasts to start a rich lather building.

Hiding her own grin, Katelyn draped her arms over his shoulders. His gaze narrowed once more. Throughout their encounters, he'd tried to control her hands, keeping them away from his body, either with the restraints, or entering her from behind or making her grip onto that damn marble table top the whole time he fucked her in his office.

Her smile peeked out, retreated. Griffin offered an indulgent eye roll.

"Turning you around, now." He forced her close to the wall, the tile warmed by her back before her nipples pushed against hit. With one arm wrapped around her stomach, he soaped up her backside, his hand taking little dips around the front to tease her breasts or the perimeter of her mound.

It took Katelyn a few minutes of his delicious torment to realize he had settled on how he would discipline her last disobedient act. Those almost touches, the glide of his erect cock through the valley of her ass cheeks, that soapy finger teasing the pucker of her ass as he nibbled on her ear -- they were all part of his plan. By the time the soap and shampoo was rinsed from her body, she was aroused and achy with the need for him to fuck her but knew he wouldn't.

"I'm sorry," she whispered as he dried her off.

A quick, dismissive glance up from him told her
sorry
wouldn't work.

With her body and hair dry, Griffin carried her to bed, propping her injured leg with pillows, tucking her in and turning away.

"My cane…"

She stopped when he lock the bedroom door. He was staying, at least for a while. She relaxed into the mattress, closing her eyes and listening to him finish in the bathroom. The next time she was aware of Griffin, he was sliding naked into bed next to her. The lamp on her side was off, that on his side gently lit the room. Programming the alarm on his iPad for two-hour intervals, he placed it on his nightstand and faced her, resting on his side.

She had no idea what to expect next. "Do you want--"

He brushed his thumb lightly across her lips as he chewed at his bottom one. He propped up on one elbow, studying her for a second before he got up and wet another washcloth in the bathroom. His eyes unreadable, he stepped to the dresser and pulled out a silk scarf.

A delicious heat started to burn in Katelyn's belly. The ibuprofen had eased some of the ache in her ankle. She trusted him to be gentle, just prayed that, whatever he intended, they would share an orgasm.

Bending down, he brought the scarf to her lips. "I'm going to gag you, pet."

She felt her eyes go wide, but he offered her a calming stare.

"Only while I play with you and I won't tie your hands. If you want me to stop touching you for the evening, knock on the headboard three times. Are we clear?"

She nodded, that delicious heat flaring to a wild fire. He wanted to play with her, was going to press himself close, leaving her hands unbound, allowing him to hold and stroke him as he filled her. She nodded again, swallowing once before she lightly parted her lips.

He pressed the wet cloth in then secured it with the scarf.

Climbing back onto bed, he shoved one of the many bed pillows between them. "Cross your arms over your chest and keep them there, Kate."

She frowned, the movement making the cloth in her mouth feel bigger. This wasn't play, just more punishment. She wouldn't feel him against her, wouldn't be allowed to reach out and touch him.

His voice roughened as she delayed. "Do it or knock three times, Kate. Those are your choices."

She folded her arms across her breasts and started to close her eyes.

"No hiding, pet."

Apparently, hiding was okay only if your name was Griffin Montgomery!

Her lips flattened around the scarf and she offered an agitated snort. Redirecting her gaze, she glared at him, hoping he could see the accusation in her eyes.

The arrogant bastard grinned at her.

Positively grinned!

His hand traveled beneath the sheets to find her pussy. Kissing her ear, he dragged his fingertips through the soft fur of her sex. "I'm shaving this pretty little pussy tomorrow, love."

Heat and need swelled inside her. Why did he keep using that word!

Wrapping one of his strong, big hands around her left thigh, he parted her legs. He rose up on one elbow again and leaned toward her, his shoulder pressing against hers. His hand began kneading the swollen outer labia. Cheek-to-cheek, his face pointing down at Katelyn's pillow, Griffin teased her.

"You want me to fuck this tight little pussy."

Rubbing her face against his, she moaned her confirmation even though she knew he had no intention of taking her that way.

"If you'd been a good little pet, I might have," he rumbled in her ear. "I wouldn't have to spend the night with a mutinous cock and aching balls."

She whimpered, tried to inch closer to him until he gave her a brusque command to stop.

Katelyn settled back in place. Griffin took the lobe of her ear between his teeth, nibbling gently while his fingers started a slow exploration of her pussy. His index and middle finger forming a wide V, he rubbed along the edges of her clit, making occasional dips lower to draw from the rich supply of cream pushing from her cunt.

His tongue traced near the center of her ear, the action followed by a sharper bite of the lobe. His thumb took command of her clit, his breathing growing rough as she started to wiggle and moan.

"I think I'll put a plug in that pretty little ass when I wake you at midnight. You're very snug there, pet. It will take some training before I can give it a proper fucking."

She almost popped at the idea -- his cock, the plug, alone or with the plug nestled in her anus to tighten her pussy as he fucked it. She swallowed against the cloth inside her mouth, air blowing and sucking sharp and fast through her nose.

"Ass down, pet," he warned when she started to strain her hips up. "No stress on that ankle or you'll sleep alone tonight and Harriet can check on you."

Katelyn slammed her bottom back down to the mattress.

"Fuck, baby," he moaned as she landed and started to tremble.

All the parts of Griffin's body that touched Katelyn's flexed when she flexed, pushed when she retreated. Air came out of him ragged and hot. Fingers expertly working her, he kissed along the top edge of her mouth, ran his lips up the side of her nose, back down her cheek then bit gently at the top of her lip as she started to quake at the edge of release. "I love touching you, bringing you right to this point."

He drew her clit taut, pushed her climax a little out of reach before his thumb took up its waltz along her clit once more. "Keeping you there. Look at me, love."

She tilted her head, heat burning in her hazel eyes as he touched her with just his hand. A thumb, two probing fingers, up, down, in, out, his eyes reflecting the fire raging through her. "Come for me, pet."

On cue, she released against his hand, little jets of liquid pleasure squirting from her to wet his palm and be rubbed back into her flesh as he coaxed another squirt and another. As Katelyn melted at last into the mattress, her body spent from the multiple climaxes he had just wrung from her, Griffin rubbed his cheek against hers, whispering her to sleep.

"Thank you, pet. Your pleasure is the most beautiful gift I've ever received."

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Midnight rolled around, the hand job Griffin woke Katelyn with as slow and achingly satisfying as the first but without the gag. It wasn't until the four a.m. waking that he carried through on his threat to tease a plug into her tight ass.

He must have beat the alarm because she heard him re-locking the bedroom door a few minutes before four. He carried a small satchel in one hand and a devilish gleam in his eyes. He peeled the covers back, placed the satchel on his side of the mattress and helped her move to the center of the bed before re-propping her foot on the pillows. He pushed her other leg until it was at a forty-five degree angle then he opened the satchel.

The first plug he pulled out had her choking on air. Its circumference almost eclipsed his own and there was a tube and some sort of hand pump running from it -- making Katelyn certain the plug was capable of growing even bigger once it was inside her. With a wink, he put it back in the bag. The second plug made her bite her lip. Unlike the malleable giant he'd just returned to the satchel, this one was a stainless steel, egg-shaped sphere perched atop a thin rod that ended with a broad, flat base.

Pinching one of Katelyn's labia to the side with his thumb, Griffin ran the cold metal against her clit, provoking a gasp. When she managed to unclench her eyes, she saw him return the plug to the case and withdraw a tube of gel. He squirted a dollop onto two of his fingers, warming the liquid with the rub of his thumb.

"Let's start with this, pet."

She took a deep breath in as his fingertips made contact, her ass cheeks tensing. Patient, he rubbed slowly, pressing occasionally against the center until she relaxed enough for the tip of one finger to enter her. He rotated the tip, drew it back to the edge and squirted more liquid on it. Back in, deeper, rotating and curling, back out, more lube, two fingers in, her hips starting to grind as the fullness took over her senses.

His fingers retreated, reached into the satchel and withdrew a black plug that was smaller than the first and softer than the second. He rubbed the excess lube from his fingers onto the latex then slowly fucked it into Katelyn's ass. His thumb tugging and stroking at her clit kept her mind off the alien presence until his hands stopped moving and she realized he had worked it all the way inside her.

She stared at Griffin's face while he gazed down at her pussy and ass. His teeth slowly worked his bottom lip and then he blinked, breaking the spell he seemed to be under. Rising from the bed, he went into the bathroom. She heard water running for a few seconds. He returned with dry, lube-free hands and placed the satchel beneath the bed.

He climbed half on top of her, his left leg between her thighs, his right leg on the outside of her left one. Their torsos touched, the muscled plates of his chest flattening her breasts as he started to kiss her. His fingers moved in sync along her pussy with the play of his tongue inside her mouth.

Folding around her, his mouth found one swollen nipple, lips and teeth pulling it taut. His fingers stroked down to tug at the plug, shifting it inside her as he laved a soothing tongue across the hard peak of her breast.

"I'm going to clamp these little cherries." He sucked the other one into his mouth, his fingers pressing three thick into Katelyn's cunt. "Gold and platinum clamps encrusted with jewels not even half as beautiful as my little pet."

Griffin had made no prohibition against her touching him this time and she ran her fingers through his hair, knotting them so he dragged her hands with him as his mouth moved down her stomach. He tongued her navel, his hand returning to the plug to fuck it in and out of her as she arched and moaned, her breathing wet and gasping, just like her cunt.

"And this," he said, his mouth on her clit at last, his teeth gently pulling at the fragile dangle of the hood as the plug pumped over and over inside her ass. "You'll wear my ring here, pet. I'll tease you with ice to numb it, then cover you in rubies and pearls and my cum before I pierce it."

His words, his tongue, the plug herded Katelyn toward the cliff of her climax and flung her down, her hips lifting as her mind plummeted into release.

"Griffin…Griffin, please…" She wanted him inside her, wanted to show him the same release.

His hand surfed up her body, his fingers prying her lips open, dragging her head to the side and silencing her as she rode the last of her climax against his mouth.