Money Shot (57 page)

“What…”

“I told you I have certain tastes. What, you think I’m a meager man who is happy with just some head?” He tipped her chin up, although she couldn’t see him through the dark tie. “That was to take the edge off. Now I can play with you. Next time I come will be between your legs. Bare. You like that the sound of that?”

From the way she shuddered on her knees, Jasmine was guessing so.

“Good. Let’s go.”

He stood up, taking her with him and guiding her around the couch and toward the master bedroom. Blindfolded, Jasmine couldn’t enjoy the décor as it passed her. She couldn’t even say what color the bedspread was when she hit it, her body bouncing from the force and wanting to give over to the comfort. Jasmine wasn’t on the bed for three seconds before Ethan dragged her toward the headboard. So strong! So decisive!
I don’t have to think about anything.
This man and his tastes, whatever they were, were probably going to destroy her. She could only hope.

Without knowing what it was, where it came from, or how it worked, Jasmine’s wrists were pushed against the headboard, where they were fastened securely on either side of her head. When she approached this man in the bar downstairs, she never thought he would tie her up as his sex doll.
Hurry up!
Even that thought surprised her. No man she had been with before ever went this far. Who knew being manhandled and explicitly told that she was an object of his pleasure was so… so…
hot?

His thumb pushed into her mouth and lingered there before meandering from her chin to her exposed breasts. Right. The dress was still on, hugging her waist and protecting her thighs. Jasmine couldn’t do anything about that now, though. Ethan was too busy kissing her again, his hands spreading her legs open so they could round her ass and flick against her lingerie.

“You like that?” he asked, doing it again. Jasmine shivered, her arousal heating her up between the legs as Ethan pulled on her underwear and made her legs writhe against him. “Say it. Tell me that you like it.”

“Yes!” The word was a gasp from her teeth.
You’d do it too if a man like this was rubbing your panties against your slit!
“Do whatever you fucking want to me. I’m yours.”

“I fully intend on doing whatever I ‘fucking’ want. First you’ve got to get me hard again. Can you do that?”

Jasmine whimpered in her binds, desperate to rip off the blindfold and see this handsome man devouring her with his eyes. “Just tell me what to do.”

“Be your gorgeous self. That’s all.” The lingerie snapped against her mound. Jasmine held her legs open, as vulnerable as she could be, even after Ethan slipped off the bed and did God knew what. “Oh, and I suppose you could be nice and loud. That would help.”

She wanted to be loud already just from his thumb coming achingly close to her center. Buttons unsnapped. Breaths hurried. Fabric tore as Ethan the hotel stranger yanked her underwear off. Jasmine couldn’t help but yelp—especially when Ethan bent between her legs and did the last thing she expected.

Oh my God!
That was the being who gave Ethan a tongue like that. If it were powerful inside her mouth, it was worse—better?—now as it snaked between her legs and tasted her slit. Sometimes it was gentle going up, but coming back down it was quick, unforgiving, and desperate to make her wet. Not that Jasmine needed much help with that. Just being tied up in Ethan’s bed was enough to make her wet for him!

Blindfolded, tied up, and who knew what else soon, Jasmine was limited in what she could see and do. She wanted to grab his hair like he had hers, to look at him as he pleasured her, but all she had were her frustrated arms and her imagination. Ethan wasn’t going to let up anytime soon. An orgasm circled in her stomach, tingling her toes and making her nipples more sensitive. When Ethan lightly smacked the side of her ass, she moaned, and soon enough his tongue was flicking against her slit before sinking within her, staying there, exploring her inside.

Jasmine nearly lost it between this and his hand moving up her stomach and grabbing her breast. She actually did lose it when his other hand teased her opening and slipped in two fingers, easily, since it apparently didn’t take Jasmine much to get ready for a billionaire’s fuck.

“Deeper!” it was the first coherent word she got out since he went down on her, and with him now inside her, Jasmine was determined to make the most of it. “Please!”

His fingers filled her while his tongue stimulated her above. Jasmine held her legs open and pulled against her bindings. The closer Ethan’s fingers got to her core, the more she wanted him like this—and in other terrifyingly fulfilling ways.

It couldn’t be helped. Jasmine shoved her hips forward, then back again, quickly humping what she could find through her blindfold. Ethan was eager to meet her halfway.
I’m gonna do it…
Like Ethan had only five minutes before, Jasmine began to orgasm. It was rough, and quick, her thighs shaking as Ethan grunted in approval against her skin. But it was a thrill and a half as this man made her ride it out on his fingers.

“There. Now we’re even.” Ethan smacked the inside of Jasmine’s thigh. “Although I think you can do much better than that.”

All Jasmine could do was whimper.

The bed rocked, the bottom half of Jasmine’s body rolling this way and that as Ethan repositioned himself between her legs. His head was near hers again now, and Jasmine could feel every breath against her chin before his lips kissed her and went to her breasts again. So soon after climaxing Jasmine was already tingling again.
Because I need him now.
They played at sex, but it wasn’t enough. If Jasmine dragged herself to this hotel to pick up a handsome stranger, then by the cosmos spinning around them she was going to get
some.

Any guy could finger and lick her slit. It took a real man to rock her world with his cock.

Which was what Ethan planned on doing, as evident when he lifted her hips up and teased her entrance with a familiar part of him.

Jasmine gasped, her fingers sore as she gripped her bindings too hard. All she could think about was the wide tip pushing into her, slowly,
agonizingly,
as if he weren’t going to fit. Which was absurd, because of course he would—he wanted to fuck with her before he actually fucked her.

“Holy shit!” The breath was knocked out of Jasmine’s throat as she was amazed at how easily his cock slipped into her. He could have taken her quickly, hard, and unrelenting. For some reason he chose to do it like this, and now Jasmine could feel every inch of him sliding into her until their thighs touched. Whatever sound Jasmine made, she wasn’t sure it was human.

Ethan had to dig beneath what remained of her dress to get to her flesh. He needed it so he could thrust into her, hard, sending a ripple of delectable pleasure through her body. The binds pulled at Jasmine’s wrists, and she would give
anything
to have this blindfold removed so she could watch Ethan’s mesmerizing body pound her from above. But she was left to her imagination, and she had to admit that sometimes that was better than the real thing.

“The farther in I go, the hotter you get,” he whispered into her ear, legs spreading hers wide so she could take more of him.

This was it. Jasmine was dying.

Or so it felt at first, with her heart pounding like mad against her chest and the rest of her body giving up total control to this stranger’s whims. He gripped her by the waist to steady her, ass lifted off the bed so his fingers could dig into her while his cock thrust into her too quickly to bear. He had felt muscular beneath her touch, and now she understood. The man was strong enough to not only toss her about but to help himself between her legs as well.
Nobody else has done it like this…
Women dreamed of this kind of sex, and here Jasmine had gone stumbling into a bar and randomly found it.

The only thing missing was a certain stimulation on her slit. For as much as she devoured him, length, girth and all, and as much as she got off on the sounds of their skin slipping together and his grunts increasing in intensity, nothing would have sated Jasmine faster than rubbing herself to orgasm. Except she was tied up, unable to touch her own elbows let alone her nub. Ethan wasn’t going to do it for her—on purpose. He was dragging this out, making sure she appreciated every aching thrust to her core while his hands were preoccupied with her breasts.

He’s going to come in me like this?
Jasmine would take it. She wanted to know his tastes, and using her like this must have been up on his list. At the end of the day, she still got some of hers. Briefly she entertained the fantasy of this man spending himself within her and then eating her out again. Few men had the self-assurance to do that.
Either way, I win.
That thought liberated Jasmine from any lingering worries, and she threw herself into another impending orgasm derived completely from the situation.

And then just to torture her, Ethan slowed his thrusts and pulled out.

Jasmine was in the midst of catching her breath when one of the binds came undone. Was that it? Was it over already? Had he come and she didn’t notice? Yet Ethan flipped her over, the other arm twisting in its bind so he could slam her once free arm next to it and tie them both together. By the time Jasmine realized what was happening, Ethan pinched her ass and spanked it—hard.

The impact forced her legs open, knees digging into the bed even after Ethan eased between them. Jasmine’s breasts slipped against the comforter and sent a thousand shivers down her spine and to her toes. When Ethan entered her again, this time from behind, she knew it would be for the last time that night.

The way he fucked her, like a famished beast searching for redemption, was enough to kill any woman. Yet Jasmine held on, sometimes to her bindings, channeling her pleasure and pain to her knees, which held her up so Ethan could take her from behind like this. He was more animalistic than before. Every time he slammed into her she cried out, once, twice, the third time longer and louder than the two before. Her arousal would not let up. The more he fucked her the more impetus she gave him from the core of her body.
I’m so easy…
With a man like Ethan? Who wouldn’t be!

Another spank peppered the thrusts careening into her. Jasmine groaned, her flesh burning and wild with desire. The bed began to squeak. Soon enough Ethan pushed her head down into a pillow and braced himself against her shoulders.
This is it. Oh, God, here it comes!
She could hear it in his grunts and feel it in the way he clutched her body, forbidding her to change position until he finished.

She finished first. His cock hit her where it mattered most and she shouted in relieved surprise, a hard and abrupt orgasm taking over her body the longer this man dominated her from above.

Whether he meant to do it right then or not, Ethan came, his seed spilling into her and filling her with more than just welcomed warmth. His fingers dug into her flesh so hard that Jasmine gasped at the tail-end of her own orgasm.

A comfortable yet reserved silence commenced, in which Jasmine sank her face into the pillow, breathless, her body content after its day-long search for sexual relief.
I made a good damn choice.
What a crapshoot walking into a hotel lounge and picking the first handsome guy she came across. She definitely could have done worse. Better? Hard to make that happen. Jasmine never thought she would be tied up and blindfolded, but she wouldn’t say no to Ethan doing it again. Assuming she ever
saw
him again. These business types came and went with the breeze.

Ethan untied her from the frame before he thought to pull out of her. When he did, sure to elicit a pleasurable moan from Jasmine, neither of them were disappointed by what he had left behind.

The bed shook again when Ethan tossed himself on the other side. Jasmine took another few seconds to catch her breath, her thumb digging beneath the blindfold until it popped off her head and allowed her to blink back to the visual world.

She rolled against him, staring at the ceiling while feeling Ethan’s body heat and the intensity of his breaths.
Two orgasms for him is probably a bigger wipe than two for me.
Jasmine wouldn’t be surprised if he went right to sleep.