His Secret Muse: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (14 page)

He moves around to the other side and takes hold of my left ankle, wrapping another piece of rope around it. He gives it a little pull, forcing me to spread my legs further and move my foot closer to the lower edge of the mattress. Then he repeats the same at my right ankle and takes a step back, examining his work.

"Are you comfortable?" he asks, but the tone of his voice suggests that he is not concerned about my comfort.

"Yes, Sir," I mumble, partly suffocated by the mattress.

"Let me see how you are doing," he whispers.

He climbs on the mattress behind me, placing himself between my legs. I have been in compromising positions like this before, but I don't think I could ever get used to being exposed like this in front of him. Never. It still causes me to tremble with excitement and anticipation.

He seems to get up on his knees and leans over me, placing a finger on my upper back. I shiver when he starts to move it slowly along my spine, grazing over my skin with just the lightest touch. The sensation is electrifying, a stirring tickle.

Until he reaches my lower back and gets dangerously close to the tortured skin on my behind.

He pauses for a moment, monitoring my reactions, or waiting for me to object, to beg him not to touch me there.

But I want him to do exactly that. I can still feel a burning ache from the spanking, but it is getting lighter with every moment that passes. I am curious to find out what it would feel like if it met with his gentle touch.

I moan when he finally continues his journey down my back and carefully brushes over my sore skin. It burns and stings.

The contradiction drives me out of my mind. His touch could hardly be lighter, yet it causes this immense distress.

Pain has never felt better.

My moans grow louder when he continues his journey. His finger wanders lower and closer to my center.

Shortly before he reaches my core, he pauses again. I subtly lean back into him in an attempt to edge him on. Of course, that is exactly what he wants.

I hear him chuckle behind me. But he is nice enough not to tease me any longer.

I moan into the mattress when his fingertips touch my labia for the first time. His hands feel a little chilly against my glowing skin, which only shows how heated my center is.

He slowly parts my folds and lets one finger slide between them.

"What a way to take your punishment," he breathes. "I beat the living hell out of you, and you get wet like the good little slut you are."

I groan as he starts fondling the wetness between my legs. Blood rushes to my cheeks, a sweet combination of embarrassment and arousal.

"Good girl," he praises as I start convolving with pleasure, leaning back into his divine hands.

He starts massaging my clit with one finger while another slides inside of me. Then two, three. It starts hurting with the third one, but I welcome the pain.

I catch myself moving back and forth, fucking his fingers with almost pathetic desperation. There is only one thing I would enjoy even more.

"Fuck me," I beg. "Please, Sir. Fuck me."

He laughs and intensifies the pressures on my nub, causing me to lift my head and groan with relish.

"No, no," I add. "Don't... Don't make me come. Please, I-"

"This is not for you to decide," he interrupts. "I decide how you come, little girl. And when."

I let out a loud moan of desperation.

Okay, fine then.

I lower my head and lean back into his touch, relishing his intrusive massage. My orgasm is only moments away. Already, I can feel the first few waves of pleasure rolling over me.

Then he removes his hand.

I let out another sigh, desperate with hunger and so damn close to climax. I know he is the one who decides when I am allowed to come but is he also planning to prolong it with these unfair moves?

It turns out that it is even worse than that.

"I decide," he repeats. "And you wait."

He gets up from the mattress, and I raise my head in question. Even if I weren't wearing the blindfold, it would be hard for me to determine what he was up to.

I keep my head up and listen. My breath gets in the way of fully understanding where he is or what he might be doing. He must be standing next to me, stock-still and looking down on me. I try to regain composure and keep my panting and shivering under control. But with the state that I am in, that is easier said than done.

But then I hear him.

I hear him walking away.

So I wait.

And wait.

It is still warm outside, even at night. But a fresh breeze reminds me that I am on top of a high-rise building, tied to a bed frame, with my face down and my ass up. The nocturnal gusts blow at my exposed wetness.

If anyone asked me what part of the punishment was worse, the ruthless spanking or being trapped in this situation, I would definitely go for the latter.

This is torture.

My core still throbs with hunger, and if I could, I would finish the job myself. But there is no way for me to do that.

Even if I could, I don't know if I would dare to do it. I heard him walk away and couldn't detect any sounds of his return, but that doesn't mean that he is not standing or sitting a few feet away and keeping his eyes on me. If he doesn't want me to know that he is around, I won't know.

Moments pass, then minutes. I have no sense of time and don't know if it has only been ten minutes or even close to an hour since he left me here.

I have calmed down. While I was still alert and tense during the first few minutes after he left, I now feel more and more muscles relax. As far as relaxation is possible in this posture to begin with.

My position is not exactly uncomfortable, but it is not meant to be maintained for such a long time. My back and my neck are starting to hurt. Now that my arousal is on definite decline, my center starts to feel cold, especially when another breeze sweeps across the roof.

My breathing is calm and steady. Because I have been deprived of my vision for so long, my hearing becomes the main protagonist of all my senses. I listen for him, but also for any other noise that could tell me something about my fate.

But all I hear is the occasional gust of wind swishing through the plants that are placed all over the terrace and especially next to my head. It is almost annoying because they cover any other sound that could be a telltale of Cedric's next move.

It is driving me mad.

I am beginning to lose my patience. If I really wanted to, I would probably be able to free myself from the constraints. I yanked on them here and there, but never with full force.

But it would be his victory if I gave up. Destroying my constraints would not be the strong thing to do. I would only disappoint him and myself. 

Now that I am left with nothing to do but pointless listening, buried in my own thoughts, it occurs to me that I didn't use my safe words.

I did exactly what he told me not to do if I wanted things to stop during the spanking. He told me that 'stop' and 'no' would not do the trick. Those would only egg him on and make everything harder on me.

Yet, those were the words that escaped my mouth while he gave my behind the most brutal treatment I have ever received.

Did I forget? Did I simply not think of the safe words? Would he have stopped if I had yelled 'red' instead of 'stop'?

If someone had asked me at that very moment if I wanted the pain to stop, I probably would have said yes.

But right now, I am happy that he didn't. Ecstatic, even. I like the afterpain; I am proud of myself for being able to go through with it until the very end. I am curious to see what my ass looks like.

I bet there are bruises on it. I hope there are.

The thought makes me smile.

I let out a deep sigh and mentally prepare myself to stay here for a while longer. He has tied me up and made me wait before, but never like this, and never this long.

There is nothing for me to do right now, except wait. As agonizing as this idea would be under normal circumstances, it allows me to rest right now, mentally and physically. There are no decisions to be made, nothing to be done. Just me and my lonesome serenity.

By now I am sure that it must have been at least an hour since he walked away from me. It might have been longer than that.

I keep changing the position of my head to ease the strain on my neck and alternately lift my elbows up as far as possible. There is little leeway for me to move around, but even the slightest change in position makes it easier and gives my joints some release.

At least he didn't put me on my back. Normally, that would have been the far more comfortable option, but with the state my behind is in right now, I am glad that it is lifted up in the air.

I can still feel a little ache on the skin when I tense my muscles, and I am sure that it will hurt for quite a while after this.

I have never tried meditation, but I am sure that what I am doing right now is exactly what they tell you not to do in a meditative state. My thoughts wander off to random places and worries.

I am beginning to get drowsy. Would it be okay if I took a nap? Could I even do that without falling over? 

I fear that my hands might fall asleep before my consciousness does, though. They are starting to tingle already.

I wish he would come back. This should be enough. I have learned my lesson.

A little part of me wants to call out for him to return. Maybe that is what he waiting for? I doubt it, though.

This is not for me to decide.

All I am supposed to do is wait.

I must have dozed off at some point. My sense of time is completely lost. My shoulders, elbows, and knees hurt in a way that I have never felt before.

I am dizzy and confused, but still in the position he left me in. Something woke me up. A noise that was different from the constant rustling.

A step, maybe.

My blindfold is a little askew but still covers my eyes enough for me to be unable to see.

Then I hear it again. Yes, it is definitely footsteps.

I am thrown out of my daze within a moment and just as alert as I was right after he disappeared. My heart jumps with joy and excitement. I have never welcomed any other sound as much as the faint noise of his feet on the wooden floor right now.

If it is really him, that is.

A sudden fear that someone else might be walking across the rooftop terrace takes hold of me. Cedric said that this part was private and belonged the apartment he had just bought, but how could I be sure of that?

I want to call out for him, but something keeps me from doing it. My mind has gotten used to the silence, the subtle rustling and gushing. I don't want to be the one who breaks it.

The steps are slowly getting closer, and my pulse accelerates with every moment. They seem unnaturally loud and echo in my ears.

It is him.

The steps stop behind me. He comes to a halt at the foot of the mattress and stands there for a moment.

My body lost tension during the long time I was left alone, but it is back now. My muscles tense up, and I hollow my back to give him the best view possible.

I know he is assessing me. But for the first time, it does not make me shy and cause me to feel uncomfortable. Instead, I feel proud.

I wish I could see him, or at least hear his voice.

Neither of those two options establish themselves, but I do get to feel him. I flinch in surprise when I feel his hands on me as he softly places his palms on my butt cheeks. His hands feel warm against my skin, and even this light touch sends a slight burn up my spine. But it is nowhere near as bad as it was right after the spanking.

He starts to massage my ass in slow, circling motions, and the sweet ache increases just enough to make me moan with pleasure. His touch is so sensual, so erotic. I can picture his face as he looks down at me, and the thought alone causes my heart rate to accelerate.

He climbs on the mattress behind me and places himself between my legs just as he did before he left me.

Oh God, I hope he does not do this to me again.

I am reluctant to give in to the pleasure his massage causes, but it gets harder, especially when his hands wander lower and closer to my center. His thumbs practically touch my folds now while he continues his sensual massage of my sore skin.

I catch myself leaning into him again, hollowing my back to the limit to get his hands closer to where they had been before he deserted me in a painfully horny state.

It is almost as if we are picking up right where we left off, despite the hours that must have passed in between.

My breathing gets more erratic, and my motions more demanding. I am yearning for him and so ready for whatever he is willing to give me now.

Luckily, he is generous this time.

He lifts one hand from my behind and uses it to assess my core. My wetness becomes obvious not only to him.

I moan loudly when he continues his massage at my most sensitive spot.

He starts fingering me while his other hand continues to massage my behind, sending sweet flashes of pain through my spine that add to my arousal.

Even through my own heavy breathing, I hear him panting just as loudly. He loves what he is seeing. Hearing him this excited drives me crazy. I yank on the rope around my wrists and ankles like a captured animal. If anything, I am a bitch in heat, desperate for him to do more, to come closer and give me what I crave.

There is a moment of shock when he withdraws his hands once again.

But instead of leaving, he replaces them with the tip of his cock.

I decide that I have been patient long enough and won't accept his teasing this time. Instead of waiting for him to slide into me, I instantly lean back and take him in. All of him in one deep and long-awaited thrust.

He joins my groaning as I do it, but he still refuses to move. So, I start moving back and forth, fucking his rock hard cock as if I was the one in charge, the one using him.

In a way, it feels as if that is exactly what is happening. It doesn't matter that I am the one who is still tied up and the one who spent hours left by herself, waiting for his return.

Right now, I am taking what I want. What I need.

It feels so fucking satisfying.

He lets me be in charge for a while. I don't know where his hands are, but they are nowhere near my body, and he is hardly moving at all while I keep moving back and forth, taking his cock as I want it.

It is rare for me to come this close to climaxing without touching myself or have him touch me. But right now I am. The deep shoves of his massive cock almost send me over the edge.

Of course, he cannot leave me in charge like that for long. His hands soon grab my hips as he takes over and increases the speed of his thrusts. He slams into me with the same desperation that has taken over me.

I lift my head as far as I can and yank at the ties around my ankles with such force that they bite deep into my skin.

He fucks me with such brute force that it hurts. His pelvis slams against the bruised skin of my ass while his massive erection spreads me to the limit.

I am going to come, soon. The urge is disturbed only by the fear that he might stop at any moment like he did before.

But he doesn't. He decides when I am allowed to come.

Apparently, this is it.

His motions slow down a little, but only because he leans over to touch me and help me reach my climax.

It is only a matter of seconds. As soon as his skilled fingers touch my swollen clit, I feel an intense shiver of pleasure spread throughout my body.

I cry out loudly when my orgasm finally takes over. It is overwhelmingly intense. I almost fear that the strong contractions of my muscles might hurt him.

But, of course, they do the exact opposite to him. Just after the first few waves of my climax roll over me, I feel him finding his release inside of me.

His motions slow down to a steady succession of especially deep shoves while he is coming, seemingly just as hard as I am. The perfection of our synchronized rhythm is mind-blowing.

I am close to tears, again.

How can this be so perfect?

That must have been the most intense orgasm of my life. Once again, he has shown to be the perfect companion through all of it.

The man who shatters me, just to pick up the pieces and put them back together to build a better version of myself.

He collapses over me after our joint orgasm. Both of us are panting and sweating.

The more my tension and arousal recede the more I am aware of our surrounding. The swishing sound of the plants in the wind and the chilly air that embraces our heated bodies. It has cooled down a lot, and I am beginning to feel cold.

He withdraws himself and quickly starts to untie my ankles. I stretch my feet and toes as soon as I am freed and sink down on my stomach with an audible sigh of relief. Only now do I realize how sore my entire body is.

He moves over to my wrists and frees them of the constraints as well, making it possible for me to stretch my arms. For a while, he just lets me lay there, on my stomach, with all fours stretched, slowly regaining my strength.

"You are perfect," he whispers, finally breaking the silence. "Close your eyes, beautiful."

I do as I am told, and he removes the blindfold from my eyes. As the thick, black fabric disappears, I instantly notice that it is not completely dark outside anymore.

I slowly open my eyes and try to adjust to the faint light that hits them.

It is morning. Early morning. He has left me here for almost the entire night.

"Come," Cedric whispers and touches me by the shoulders to help me get up.

I hiss when I am reminded of the bruises on my behind as I sit down on it.

A smirk flees across his face. He doesn't say anything but produces a soft blanket in light colors that he wraps around me.

I look up at him, still a little dizzy in my post-orgasm daze.

"Thank you," I whisper.

He smiles and leans forward to kiss me. Just now I realize that he is naked as well.

I reach forward and caress his buff chest while he engages in a soft and loving kiss. He is so incredibly handsome, so perfectly built.

I am still left in disbelief that a man like him could fall for someone as ordinary as me.  

"Come," he repeats after our kiss ends.

He gets up from the mattress and extends his hand to help me get up.

"Careful there," he adds when I stagger like a new born fawn as I get back on my feet.

My body is sore and numb. Standing, let alone walking takes a lot of effort for me.

I wrap myself in the soft blanket and drowsily look around while I follow him across the roof. It is not as light outside as I had first thought after he removed the blindfold, but the night is definitely in retreat. So far, there is only a faint shimmering of yellow and orange at the horizon. The sun is not yet to be seen, but it should show up any moment now.

Cedric leads me to another area of the rooftop terrace. The one that is facing east, directly towards the impending sunrise.

I gasp when I see where he is leading me.

There is a hot tub!

That is definitely new. I have been on this rooftop many times and have never seen this before. Granted, I have only been up here during the night, but still, this was hard to miss.

"Do you like it?" he wants to know.

I stand next to him with my mouth open, staring at the beautiful wellness area ahead of me. Just like every single area on this terrace, the hot tub is surrounded by plants and separated from everything else by an unobtrusive wooden barrier.

"I love it," I breathe. "This is incredible."

He smiles and pats me on the shoulder before he goes over to a little table to fetch a glass of orange juice for me.

"Here," he says as he hands the glass over to me. "Drink this before you get in. You need a little sugar in you."

"Thank you, Sir," I whisper, smiling up at him.

Just like everything that Cedric surrounds himself with, the juice is extraordinary good. It seems to be freshly squeezed and tastes divine.

He doesn't even have to tell me to finish it. I hadn't realized how thirsty I was until now. I greedily empty the glass and hand it over to him with a shy smile.

"Good girl," he says and gives me a kiss on the forehead. "Are you hungry?"

I shake my head. "Not that much. We just had dinner, remember?"

I wink at him.

He shakes his head, displaying an amused grin.

"You little brat," he says. "Get in the tub before I spank you silly again."

I giggle and remove the blanket from myself, placing it on one of the lounge chairs that are next to the hot tub.

The water is perfect. Warm, bubbling and with a subtle flowery smell.

I sigh deeply as I sink into the warm bliss, facing the eastern horizon where the sun is slowly starting to show.

Cedric climbs in next to me and puts his arm around me.

"How are you feeling?" he asks without looking at me. We both face the rising sun, cuddled closely next to each other while the warm water bubbles around us.

"Perfect," I breathe. "This is beautiful."

"How is your ass feeling?"

I cast him a quick look from the side.

"Fine," I lie. It does tingle and burn a little since coming into contact with the warm water, but not as bad as I had expected.

"And in general," he goes on. "How are you feeling? Did you enjoy last night? Was it too much?"

I turn around to look at him. He looks concerned.

"No," I whisper. "No, it wasn't too much."

"It was a harsh punishment," he says.

I nod. "Yes, it was. But it was deserved."

He doesn't reply anything to that, and we both sit in silence for a while and turn our eyes back to the sun.

It has been some time since I last watched the sun rise, especially during summer. I had almost forgotten how fast its light travels across the horizon.

"It was not only deserved," I add. "It was needed."

He turns around to me again, and I look up to meet his eyes.

"Needed?" he chases up.

"Yes," I say, nodding. "It was one of the most challenging things I have ever experienced."