Erotic Billionaire 3-Pack (The Billionaire's Contract Parts 1-3) (5 page)

The desire to please him, to make him at ease with her, was immense.  She lifted the swollen organ and examined it again closely as he watched her.  Her delicate tongue flicked out and lapped at the mushroom shaped glans, catching a drop of glistening pre-cum that tasted of honeyed almonds…he kept a jar of them handy everywhere he went, they were his favorite snack.  She lapped at the heavy vein along the bottom of his cock, which was fast becoming her favorite snack.  Having his cock worshipped, having Celine open her mouth and swallowing his cum so enthusiastically was thrilling to him and she knew it.  Not knowing why it was so important to him was part of the darkness, she thought, but she loved it so it was easy to indulge him.

She knelt between his legs and sucked his balls into her mouth one at a time, leisurely teasing the puckered rim of his ass with her finger. Taking her time was part of the thrill too, and Peter wasn’t one to hurry any woman who was busy doing what he loved.  She found her mind wandering back to his dark side as she enjoyed the slow soft play. What could it be? She reached up with one hand and pulled one of his hands to her breast as she swallowed most of his length.  His fingers closed on her nipple and tweaked it, sending small waves of pleasure through her.  “Harder,” she managed to mumble around his thick shaft. He squeezed harder and she had to squeeze her thighs together as she began to leak.

Suddenly, Peter grabbed her hair and pulled, hard.  Tears streaming from her eyes, she swallowed as much of his cock as she could, holding him in deep. She moaned, deep in her throat.

“You like that, don’t you my little slut?” Peter asked her quietly.  Celine moaned and opened her mouth wide, allowing Peter to fuck her mouth by pushing her head up and down using her hair as a handle.  He stood up, taking his cock from her mouth and standing by the bed.  Dragging her to the edge of the bed he placed Celine on her back with her head dangling over the edge.  His erect cock was directly in front of her eyes and she moved her mouth desperately, trying to capture it.

Peter guided his cock to her open mouth, grabbed her nipples, and thrust deeply into her throat.  When she moaned around his thickness, he grabbed both nipples and twisted them roughly.  Celine began to cum uncontrollably, her thighs spreading and her hands rubbing her clit furiously. The hands on her nipples hurt her deliciously and she wanted more.  Peter was slamming his penis into her mouth, battering her soft lips, his heavy balls bouncing off her forehead and eyes. Celine’s scream of ecstasy was interrupted by the heavy flow of his cum emptying itself into her mouth.

When Peter withdrew from her mouth and collapsed on the bed, Celine leapt up and took his softening member into her mouth, sucking gently at it, her arms wrapped around his slim hips.  As his hands stroked her hair almost lovingly, Celine fell asleep, exhausted.

Peter called and and then sent his limo to her.  She was trembling with anticipation, not knowing what he was planning, but she knew enough to recognize the excitement in his voice. There was no telling what was on his mind, but there was no denying it would be exciting.

Peter met her at the front door with a black leather mask in his hands.  He kissed her gently and thoroughly, his index finger tracing the black coral necklace, reminding her that she belonged to him literally.  Celine couldn’t resist shivering and pushing closer to him.  She felt…wriggly, like a puppy greeting his master.  Amused at the mental image, Celine chuckled deep in her throat.

Peter slipped the mask over her head and led her by the hand. She had no idea where they were going, they went up some stairs across some rooms, and down some stairs, then down another set of stairs.  Peter fumbled with a jangly set of keys and there was the sound of a heavy lock opening.  Form the sensations alone Celine could tell the door was massive, and the sound of its closing behind her was oddly muffled.

Peter undressed her slowly, as if he were carefully folding and putting away her clothing, as indeed he was.  When she was totally nude, he attached a collar to her neck from which was suspended a heavy steel chain.  It felt wickedly, deliciously wrong, and an odd sense of elation came with the added weight of the leash and collar.  It took Celine a moment to realize that the collar, the chain, the necklace, the mask…everything was designed to appear humiliating.  What it actually accomplished was to relieve her of any guilt associated with whatever was coming.  She was completely helpless and at Peter’s mercy, whatever he did, whatever he required her to do, she had no choice.  If her body betrayed her and felt pleasure from whatever he did to her… it was no fault of her own. Her senses were screaming.

Peter led her across the room, and she heard the sound of a thick, gurgling liquid as he dipped a sponge into the container.  She felt the sponge coating her entire body with jasmine scented oil, and she reveled in the sensation.  Celine could see in her mind the picture she would make standing nude in a spotlight, her fair skin glistening with the shiny oil, her legs spread slightly and her breasts thrust forwards with the pink nipples hard as pebbles.  Strands of her cloud of wavy blonde hair stuck to her back where the oil caught it.

She heard the sound of chains again as Peter fastened her hands and ankles to cuffs.  Peter pulled the cuffs almost taut, and then she felt his hands lifting her just inches off the floor.  A thick latex replica of a penis was thrust against her rectum, and she felt Peter spreading the oil on the tip of it.  Moments later it penetrated her ass abruptly and again Celine felt the thrill of guiltless wickedness.  Peter lowered her down until she was sitting, supported on a small leather seat from which the penis protruded which supported her ass cheeks but left her pussy exposed.  When Peter pulled the chains tight, her arms and legs were spread wide and she was leaning comfortably back at a forty-five degree angle.  To an outside observer, it would appear that she was being supported by the chains at her wrists and ankles.

“Ohhhh,” she exclaimed as a metal nipple clamp was applied to one nipple, and her moan got louder as the clamp was tightened to the point of pain, and then backed off a quarter turn.  She bit her lip as a nipple clamp was applied to the other nipple. The sharp pleasure was continuous now, and she felt air being pumped into the penis in her ass…it was warm.  The penis began to pulse, and then to vibrate.  Her chest heaved as she squirmed against the pleasure she felt from front and back.

Peter removed her mask and she could see she was in a mock dungeon with padded black leather walls. He seated himself nude in a black leather recliner, a small black control box in his hand, and a remote control in his other hand.  He lifted the box and Celine watched as he toggled a switch.  A brief, minute current passed through the left side nipple clamp, causing her to twitch in the chains.  Her pussy was soaked.  She bit her lip to hold back her orgasm.  “Don’t cum,” Peter said, “if you cum I will take you down, dress you, and send you home.”

Peter pushed a button and the recessed door to the room opened. Two naked women with black leather masks like the one Celine had worn came into the room. Long blonde hair hung around their shoulders, and both had long perfectly manicured nails colored a bright crimson; their toenails matched. Celine gasped…with the masks on, they could have been clones of her. One of the women leaned over the arm of the recliner and began to lick and suck at Peter’s cock, and the other lifted a suede fetish whip, it’s many strands hanging down from a thong.

“Now!” Peter commanded. The blonde with the whip lashed Celine sharply across her naked belly, not hard enough to mark her, but enough to cause mild pain. It was all Celine could manage to keep from cumming.  Celine was surprised, and she was aroused.  She pulled at her bonds, but the chains were firm and she could not move them.  She wanted to touch, she wanted to taste…and she wanted the whip.

Watching her clone suck Peter’s swollen cock was torture, but it was sweet, exquisite torture.  Celine knew every square centimeter of that instrument by now, and she could almost taste the firm flesh beneath her tongue as the first blonde slipped her mouth over the domed glans. The second blonde struck her again with the whip, this time the ends catching the soft flesh on the bottom of her breasts. Again Celine fought to keep from cumming.  There was no way for her to understand what was happening to her, pain was pleasure and pleasure was pleasure. The world was upside down. The vibrating penis in her ass was pushing her to the brink and she wanted Peter to fill her pussy as well, and she began to beg hysterically.

Peter stood before her, mocking her cruelly, and Celine’s clone was jacking his cock up and down right in front of her face.  Peter gave the command again and the second clone struck her from beneath, the lashes caressing the backs of Celine’s thighs with their fiery caress.  Celine’s mouth, close enough to the end of Peter’s cock that her clone’s knuckles bumped her lip with each stroke, opened and closed like a blind puppy seeking it’s mother’s teat.  Peter threw back his head and came with a chilling howl, spilling his hot seed into Celine’s open mouth.  She opened wide and caught as much of the scalding fluid as she could. When her mouth was full, Celine screamed and came with a mighty heave that rattled her chains and dislodged the latex penis in her ass.

She couldn’t stop screaming, begging for Peter to stick his cock inside her. The clone who had jacked him off dipped her head between Celine’s spread legs and began to lick at her clit, while the other clone covered her wailing mouth and began to suck Peter’s cum, their tongues mingling between Celine’s screams.

She lost track of time.  Somehow the latex penis was reseated in her willing ass, and Peter’s cock swelled again.  He centered the head on her slit and rubbed his glans against her swollen pussy.  With another wild scream Celine thrust upwards with her hips as far as she could, impaling herself on him.  She felt like a volcano erupting.

Peter lay with his head between her breasts, and clone number one was still licking madly at the sensitive place where their bodies joined.  Clone number two released Celine from her restraints, and she rolled to the floor, arms and legs wrapped around Peter tightly, and refusing to let his shrinking penis slip out of her.  The second clone sat close beside them, her crimson nails softly grazing the skin on Celine’s back.

Eventually, the second clone left the room, and the first collapsed across the two lovers, her fingers frantically bringing her to her own orgasm. When she was through, Celine idly reached out and removed her mask…it was Sylvia.  The two women kissed each other as lovers, and the three of them slept.

When Celine awakened, she and Peter were alone in his bed.  Somehow the night before they had managed to stagger to his bathroom and Sylvia had climbed into the huge tub with them and bathed the two of them. Celine’s memories were minimal, but she remembered Sylvia hugging her and kissing her goodnight.

There were no whip marks on her, but the memory of the pain/pleasure came back to her, instantly arousing her desire.  As Celine crawled under the covers to awaken Peter in a way she thought would gratify him, she wondered what was happening to her.  As her lips closed lovingly over his morning erection, she realized she didn’t care.  When Peter reached for her hips and lifted her over his face, closing his lips around her erect clit, she realized she didn’t care.  The only thing she wanted at this moment was the hot splash of his cum in her mouth. It wasn’t long before she got what she wanted.

Celine adored her new life, loving her work and loving Peter.  Every night with him was an adventure, and every day on the job was a learning experience at the feet of a master of Capitalism.  The company’s work in South American countries was particularly interesting, and she found herself learning Portuguese to facilitate their work in Brazil.  Buenos Aires was amazingly Old World, and she thought Rio de Janeiro was the most exciting city she had ever visited.

Sylvia often accompanied them on their travels, and she was frequently involved in their sex play.  She enjoyed the S & M aspect of it as much as Celine did, and their roles were frequently reversed.  Celine was only worried about one aspect of her life.  She was becoming more and more addicted to Peter…in every way.  The man was definitely in her blood now, but she had no idea of what she might do if he discarded her as he had Sylvia?  Sylvia still got to participate in the travel and the sex games, but she wasn’t an everyday part of Peter’s life any longer. As close as she was to Sylvia, Celine still didn’t know how the woman felt about her situation.  She got the chance to find out when Peter announced he was going away for a week, alone.  He offered no explanation as to where he was going, and he refused to leave a contact number.

The first night Peter was gone Celine actually sat in her home and sulked, perversely enjoying an opportunity to be unhappy about something, anything at all, in her perfect life. Before the second day was over she had invited Sylvia over for dinner and a girl’s night.

The two women were truly attracted to each other, even when it didn’t involve one of Peter’s games.  The very first thing they did when they got to Celine’s house after work was take a long bubble bath together, sharing a nice Argentine Malbec between them as they let the honeysuckle scented oil soothe their bodies and minds.  Between the delightful fragrance, the delicious wine, and Sylvia’s wandering hands, Celine was content.

“Sylvia,” Celine said quietly, “I need to know why you gave this all up. I’m having the time of my life and I just can’t see a downside.” 

Sylvia sat up straighter in the tub, setting her wineglass aside.  Staring straight into Celine’s eyes.  “At first, I did it for the money…and then I did it because I came to love it.  Peter’s dark side was exciting and new to me, and I felt deliciously bad, you know, kind of like when you’re a little kid and the first time they leave you at home alone you run all through the house naked, just because you can and you know it’s bad. After a while, I still got a thrill from it, but I felt guilty about it, I felt dirty somehow.  I didn’t want to play as often as I had before and Peter knew it. He didn’t ask me to leave, I did so because I knew I wasn’t making him happy any more…I couldn’t.”  Sylvia took a deep sip of her wine and set it back down.  “I still get in the mood for it sometimes, but I don’t know when it will strike me.  He wasn’t expecting me the other night, we were just an added thrill for the evening’s entertainment.”