Billionaire Bind: My Billionaire Boss, Part 7 (A BDSM Erotic Romance) (3 page)

Mr. Stone walked around his desk and clasped the back of my neck, pulling my face close to his. As he held me, the rope behind lifted me off the ground. I felt pressure across my pussy and as I lifted off the ground, I tilted forward. I was suspended entirely off the ground, held in place by Mr. Stone's rope.

Mr. Stone clasped his other hand behind my neck and pulled me towards him. All I could see were his intense eyes.

"Cum for me," he commanded.

I let my arm drop and the two eggs kicked into a higher gear with a jolt that shocked through me. I screamed, my face just inches from Mr. Stone and squeezed my eyes closed as my orgasm burst across me. It felt like fire and ice touched every point of me at once. My legs shook and with my free hand I gripped the rope wrapped around my thigh. It seemed to last forever and each wave of pleasure made my eyes heavy and mind wipe clear again and again.

I felt my feet touch the ground and then the vibration fade away as the rope in the ceiling lowered me.

"Kneel, slave," Mr. Stone said as the rope relaxed. I didn't have much choice. My legs couldn't hold my weight and I felt like I was drunk. I was mindless but somewhere in there I wanted him still. I wanted to feel him close to me. I needed him.

I knelt in front of him, my eyes heavy and watched as he pulled his thick cock out. The tip was wet with pre-cum. I moaned when I saw it and tried to pull forward but I was still held in place by the rope. Mr. Stone smirked down at me and then pushed his hips forward so the tip of his cock with just in reach of my mouth. I licked at it, trying to move forward to take more of it in. Mr. Stone moved his hips forward and slid more of his cock into my mouth. I sucked it in, pulling my head back and forth as far as I could. I heard him sigh as I sped up and then he began to move further forward and back, fucking my mouth. His breathing got faster and as he moved, he jolted me. The rope pressing against my pussy began to rub against my clit and I found myself moving my hips in time with his thrusts. His rhythm sped up and as the rope moved, I came. A moment later he did too and I was swallowing as he filled my mouth. My pussy twitched and with each movement I sucked on his cock, eager for every drop he had.

Finally, he pulled away from me and I rested back on my knees, completely spent. He stepped behind me, still breathing heavily and began to untie the knots. It took hardly any time at all for his expert fingers to free me. As the rope untwined from my body I felt lines, like warm fire, across and around me. In a moment he had me free entirely and I toppled sideways on to the thick carpet. Mr. Stone stroked down my back and then lay behind me, pressing his body against mine. He moved closer and I turned over, nestling into his chest as he wrapped his arm around me.

I had no words for what I had just experienced. I had no words full stop. I was going to speak but instead I let sleepiness wash over me.

*

I awoke on the carpet and for the first time ever, Mr. Stone was still beside me. There was no golden envelope or Mi-oh to take me somewhere. He was beside me with his eyes closed and his breathing smooth and even.

"Are you asleep?" I whispered.

I felt his hand move behind me and then he tapped me on the rear. A playful slap.

"Are you asleep,
sir
?" I asked again and then bit him on the chest.

He laughed and rolled over, pinning me beneath him. "Those eggs are still inside you," he warned with a raised eyebrow.

I quickly shut my mouth. He stood up and then helped me off the ground. My legs were still shaky and I honestly felt like I was stoned. My eyes were heavy and my mind was clear. I felt like I was in that space between asleep and awake.

He took me to the shower and under the hot water I eased the eggs out of my body, feeling a ripple of pleasure again. In the mirror I saw my body was crisscrossed with rope marks that stood out in glowing red against my skin. I felt like I'd been branded. Mr. Stone took the eggs, gave them a quick rinse and dropped them to the floor of the shower.

We soaped each up, not talking, just content with the nearness of the other. I ran my fingers down his well-defined chest.

"When do you find time to go to the gym?" I asked, tweaking his pec between my fingers.

"There's one in the house. Forty-five minutes of high intensity weights at least four days a week. And I lead a very active lifestyle."

"I've never seen a gym there."

"It's a big house. All kinds of secret doors."

He had that look in his eye again and despite being worn out, tired and well, well-fucked, I felt myself responding. I kissed him, my hands finding his strong back and he kissed me back.

Before it could go any further, a loud ringing began in his office. Mr. Stone broke away from our kiss, a look of concern on his face. He quickly shut off the shower and grabbing a towel to wrap around himself, ran out into his office. I followed, trying to dry myself while dripping water everywhere.

Mr. Stone grabbed the phone that sat on his desk.

"Yes, what is it?" he demanded.

He listened and then I saw a look of pure anger come across his face. His muscles tensed as he gripped the phone. He looked like he was about to smash it into a million pieces.

"Where?"

Finding myself too tense and anxious to do nothing, I picked up the rope from the floor and coiled it up.

"Is it bad?"

I saw him raise his hand to his face and cover his eyes. He fury had turned to sadness and worry.

"Yes," he said finally and hung up the phone.

"What is it?" I wanted to go to him but he was still clenching the phone in its cradle, his fury bubbling beneath the surface.

"Some men broke into the mansion. Took the files. No one was hurt."

My heart sank and I felt the cold prickle of adrenaline. I had been so insistent that we come to the office. I'd practically forced him to bring me here. I saw the thought cross his mind at the same time it occurred to me.

What would it look like for someone to destroy a business? Falsified contracts. Originals missing. Proof of crimes committed vanished into thin air. An assistant who seduced the boss. I had collected all the contracts the blackmailers wanted. I had taken them out of the office and delivered them to Mr. Stone. And now they were gone.

He looked up at me as though he was seeing me for the first time and I could read it in his face:

Maybe I really was here to destroy Stone-Black after all.

***

Billionaire Broken: My Billionaire Boss, Part 8

Stone-Black is on the brink of destruction and Delilah's heart threatens to tear her and Jackson Stone apart. They face a clever foe and their own demons. Will he finally take off his mask and give his heart to her? Or is it truly over between them?

This is the eighth and final part of the "Billionaire Boss" series by Emily Cantore and is 7750 words long.

About the Author

Emily Cantore has a last name that sounds like some kind of dance and a mind that spends a lot of time thinking about hot and heavy moments. She writes creative smut that is based on true events and true smut based on wild times. Her stories are all works of fiction … except when they're not.

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