Love In Handcuffs: The Secret Billionaire (Part One) (BDSM And Domination Erotic Romance Novelette) (7 page)

“N-no, sir,” I said softly, not sure that Michael had heard me. He let go of my hip and I heard a wet, sucking sound, so quiet and yet in the silence of the room so loud. I tried to breathe more slowly, realizing that along with my pulse my breaths were coming more quickly—but not giving me enough oxygen, or so it seemed. Then Michael was parting my ass cheeks again, and I almost held my breath as I felt his slick fingers brush against my tight, tense asshole.

“Relax, Solly.” Michael’s fingertips rubbed against me, teasing me the way he’d teased my pussy before. “I have to check you. This will go easier if you breathe.” There was little tenderness in his voice, more a no-nonsense explanation. I inhaled deeply, trying to unclench the muscles in my body, and his fingers slowly worked their way past the ring of muscle. I swallowed, my arms shaking from the effort of holding them up, every muscle in my legs clamping down against my urge to squirm away from his touch. Michael took his time, inserting first one finger and then two in my ass and feeling around slowly—as if he were really searching for contraband. I bit my lip, trying to remain still, oddly both turned on and shamed. My arms were throbbing, aching from the strain, as Michael’s fingers began to move in and out, slowly becoming much more than a search. I couldn’t understand it as I started to become intensely aroused, almost moaning from the oddly pleasant sensation. I let out a small whimper, biting my lip to keep it from becoming a more desirous sound.

Michael’s fingers suddenly retreated and I almost stumbled, my body trying to comprehend the abrupt lack of sensation. “Put your arms down, Solly.” I did as I was told, relief washing through me, leaving pins and needles in its wake. I could still feel the slickness of the lube in my ass, a somehow—slutty—feeling that I secretly loved. Michael walked around me, wiping his fingers clean and picking up the handcuffs. He reached out and grabbed me by the wrist, pulling me over to the bed. He closed the cuff around my wrist tightly, the cold metal biting into my skin and making me gasp. He attached the other side of the restraint to one of the posts at the foot of the bed, trapping me, naked, wet, and with my heart pounding. He stood in front of me, arms crossed over his chest, staring at me in a way that was somehow both lewd and impersonal. “Do you want a cigarette, Solly?” at the suggestion, I suddenly couldn’t want anything more. I nodded.

“Y-yes sir.” He smiled slowly, the expression somehow not warming the cool blue depths of his eyes.

“You can earn one.” He began to unbuckle his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping the fly on his pants and taking out his cock without undressing. “On your knees.” I sank down; my wrist awkwardly trapped at shoulder height, and looked up at him, my whole body throbbing with need. Michael stepped into my space, guiding his cock up against my lips and rubbing the tip of it slowly from one corner of my mouth to the other. “Open.” I opened my mouth and Michael pushed his erect dick past my lips, almost more quickly than I could take it. I struggled against the instinctive gag reflex as he thrust farther into my mouth, closing my eyes and maintaining my composure by force of will. I could feel the velvety heat of his skin, taste the precum that oozed from his head, coating my tongue in saltiness with a slight bitter tang. “Suck me off, Solly, and you’ll get your cigarette.” I went to work, sucking and licking, taking more and more of him into my mouth, worshipping the firm, silky flesh. When I could take no more, I reached up with my free hand and wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock, stroking him in time to the movements of my lips up and down his shaft, running my tongue and thumb along the length of him underneath. I teased his head with my tongue, willing more of his precum to flow into my mouth.

Michael’s hips began to buck, and I heard him groan with pleasure, one of his hands moving into my hair. He didn’t quite stroke but ran his fingers through the strands, tightening his grip close to my scalp. I moaned around him, feeling the vibration in my throat and along my lips, and he moaned out loud, his hips moving faster. Even in the context of a perverted prison guard, he was careful not to hurt me, taking his pleasure in restraint. I let go of his cock and slipped my hand down between my legs, my fingers slipping along the folds of my pussy and finding my clit. I rubbed myself as I took Michael with my mouth, trying to give him as much pleasure as I could. I almost stopped short when I felt Michael’s hand against my face, slapping me just enough to get my attention. “You’re not here to get yourself off, Solly.” I felt my cheeks darken with a flush and withdrew my hand, reaching up to take the base of his cock once more. “Open your eyes.” I obeyed, looking up at Michael’s face. He began to thrust more quickly, more deeply into my mouth, moaning with every few passes of my lips and tongue over his dick.

It was difficult to keep my eyes open, to keep looking up at the pleasure on Michael’s face, and neither pleasure myself nor get distracted from my task. I was both relieved and disappointed when his precum began to flow more freely, his cock beginning to twitch between my lips as he approached his orgasm. He moaned out loud, gripping the bedpost and thrusting fast and hard into my mouth. I almost choked as his cum began to flood my mouth, filling it with sticky, salt-sweet heat. I swallowed instinctively, trying to time my swallowing with the waves of cum that gushed across my tongue. Finally, he pulled out, taking a step back to catch his breath as I stayed on the ground, in a haze of desire, need, and anticipation, the taste of him rich and full in my mouth.

After several moments, Michael had recovered, and began to arrange his clothes, tucking away his cock and quickly regaining his stony composure. He unlocked the handcuff from the bed, attaching it to my other wrist. He stood me up and draped a throw over my shoulders, guiding me to the French doors leading to the balcony. “Sit.” I fumbled my way onto the floor, clumsy with my hands bound in front of me. He took a cigarette out of the pack and put it to my lips, lighting it in a quick movement. The taste of the smoke mingled with the flavor of his cum as I inhaled, bringing both hands up to take the cigarette between my fingers. Michael watched me as I smoked, trying to keep the blanket covering me from any outside stares. He reached out and pulled it open carefully, leaving me exposed to his gaze, while still covered to the outside world. When I’d smoked the cigarette down almost to the filter, he snatched it away, stepping out onto the balcony and stubbing it out before returning.

“Stand up, Solly.” I got up clumsily, trying to keep the blanket from falling off, and Michael jerked it away from my body, landing a hard slap across my ass. “To the bed.” I stumbled, walking in that direction and stopping as I reached the bedposts. I turned to face him; the handcuffs were tight against my wrists, the chain between them small. I felt vulnerable, my whole body on display, unable to defend myself. Michael sneered at me, seeming to enjoy my discomfort. “If you want privileges, you are going to have to earn them, is that understood?” I nodded slowly.

“Yes sir.” Michael kicked my ankles apart, reaching up between my legs and rubbing my pussy roughly. He cupped me, one of his fingers brushing against my asshole so that I flinched in memory of his earlier fingering.

“What was that, Solly?” I bit my lip, trying to suppress my instinctive reaction to defiance. Michael pulled his belt through the loops of his pants, doubling it over. “You need to learn your place, I think.” He sat down on the edge of the bed and grabbed me by the arm, yanking me across his lap and adjusting me with rough hands until my ass was perfectly centered, raised up between his legs, my hands dangling underneath me. He caressed the backs of my thighs, giving my ass cheeks a quick squeeze. I had started to relax, thinking that I knew exactly what would come next—when I heard the belt whistle slightly as it moved through the air, right as I felt the leather land against my thighs, sending a shockwave of heat and sensation throughout my body, straight to my pussy. I gasped, arching in reaction, and Michael pushed me down, holding the small of my back with one hand as he brought the belt down again and again, across a different section of my ass, my thighs, each time. I cried out, torn between pain and pleasure, my body trying desperately to make out what was happening to me. My pussy was soaking wet, my breasts tingling with every blow. I lost count of how many times the belt flashed across my skin, before Michael stopped, his fingers dancing over my hot skin, tracing the marks he had left and sending cool waves every bit as intense as the heat the belt had brought with it. “Are you going to do as you’re told, Solly?” I cleared my throat, trembling all over.

“Yes sir,” I answered, wishing beyond anything I had ever wanted in my life that I could touch myself, that Michael would touch my clit. I was utterly willing for him to do anything to me at all, just so long as he didn’t stop touching me. Instead of giving me release, he lifted me off of his lap, swinging me onto the bed on my back. I was breathless, pulling instinctively—and ineffectively—against the handcuffs on my wrists. Michael stood and stared down at me, that same slight smile curving his lips. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting them fall and taking out his cock again.

“Make me hard.” I struggled to sit up, and wrapped my hands around his cock, stroking him slowly to begin with, but then faster, looking up at him with all of my fear and desire and need. He started to stiffen, closing his eyes and leaning into my touch, and I ducked my head down, taking the tip of his cock just past my lips, licking and tasting him all over again. His cock hardened quickly, tightening in my hands, the tip beginning to ooze precum, when Michael pushed me back, away from him, onto the bed. “Do you want to earn the privilege of clothing?” I nodded, unable to speak. Michael spread my legs wide, plunging immediately into my pussy. I moaned, loving the sensation of him filling me up. I could feel my body yielding to the hard, fast thrust, the muscles of my inner walls letting him in deeper and deeper.

He began moving inside of me immediately, thrusting fast and hard as I tried to absorb what was happening to me, my mind moving slow like molasses. I cried out with desire and enjoyment so keen it was almost pain; I could feel the silk sheets underneath me as they brushed against all of the stripes on my legs and across my ass, I could feel Michael’s thick hard cock pounding into me, his balls hitting me with every thrust. I gasped when Michael’s fingers closed on my nipples, pinching and pulling them hard, the sensation so thoroughly unexpected that my brain couldn’t tell if it was pain or pleasure—it just knew it wanted more. I twisted my hips, pushing myself down on his dick, taking as much of him as I could, needing to feel him as deep inside of me as possible. I was arching, writhing, throwing my body around like a madwoman as Michael fucked me relentlessly. “Oh! Oh god, oh yes, oh please,” I cried, words without meaning, sounds I couldn’t control. I was almost sobbing from the intensity of everything happening to my body at one time. “Look at me, Solly.” I forced my eyes open, panting, trying to hold on to some measure of control. “You will come when I tell you to. Not before, not after. Understood?” I couldn’t think of words. I pulled against the handcuffs, needing the pain to give me enough strength to focus.

“Yes, sir,” I managed to say, not quite knowing what I was agreeing to. Michael reached down between our bodies and his fingers found my clit, rubbing it firmly, and I almost screamed, clamping down on the fast urge of my body to tumble over into orgasm. I couldn’t orgasm. Not yet. Not until I was told. Michael alternated the torture between my breasts and my clit, teasing me until I didn’t know how much longer I could put off my orgasm. I was biting my lip so hard I could almost taste blood, my pussy tightening around Michael’s cock, my breasts shaking, and my whole body rigid from trying to hold back my climax.

“Come for me, Solly,” Michael said, finally, and I moaned, a low, guttural sound, every muscle in my body tensing just a tiny bit more before my control broke and I was coming, crying out words I had no knowledge of, gasping and panting and shivering from the intense relief. Just as the waves of overwhelming pleasure began to subside, I felt Michael’s cock twitching inside of me, felt his cum flooding into me as he moaned long and low, closing his eyes as his face contorted in ecstasy. He thrust into me a few more times before finishing, breathing heavily and barely holding himself up. After several long moments, he reached out and unlocked the handcuffs, releasing my wrists. He gave me a little smile. “Prison life isn’t so scary now, is it?” I laughed, curling up on his bed, still catching my breath and feeling the aftershocks like electric dancing up and down my limbs. Michael climbed into the bed with me and wrapped his arms around me, kissing my neck lightly. I was so exhausted, so thoroughly satisfied, that I fell into a contented doze, safe with his body pressed against mine.

Chapter Five

I watched the port come into view, early-morning sunlight glinting off of the choppy waters. I could see a stretch of beach, a collection of industrial-looking buildings, hotels that looked like sugar sculptures coated in gold. Michael had checked on his computer to see if I had been discovered—if there was a warrant out for me. So far, there wasn’t anything. It was only a matter of time, ultimately. I would have to do what I could, find another way out of the country, keeping one step ahead of the government that rightfully wanted to put me behind bars. I smiled to myself, thinking of Michael’s way of acquainting me with “prison life.” The real thing, I was sure, would not be nearly as satisfying, as consuming, as our last night together had been. I took a deep breath, trying to frame my next moves in my mind.