The Billionaire's Plaything (2 page)

I groaned, my face in my hands.
What had I gotten myself into? And yet, I was lying to myself if I didn’t admit
that I was turned on, too. I looked at the clock and swore under my breath. I
only had a half hour to get ready! No time to agonize, I had to get this show
on the road.

Standing in front of the mirror,
I admired my appearance even as I squirmed. I looked stunning, with my dark
curls tumbling loose over my shoulder, glittering jewelry at my throat and
ears, and that stunning dress clinging to my slim form. I
felt
debauched, a secret ache resonating through my nipples and my pussy that just
wouldn’t quit. As I squirmed, wishing Mr. Black—Carter—were here now to bend me
over and put me out of my misery, but that would come soon enough.

Right on time, a gorgeous limo
pulled up out front of my apartment. I stepped carefully down the stairs to the
sidewalk, trying not to go head-over-heels in these shoes. The driver opened
the door for me. I was surprised and a little disappointed to see that Carter
wasn’t in the car. “Mr. Black will meet you at the restaurant,” the driver said
as I climbed in.

Right as I settled on to the
luxurious leather seat, the egg in my pussy erupted with vibrations. The sensation
went through me like a thunderbolt. My whole body tensed and I gasped aloud,
squeezing my thighs together, as I struggled not to lose composure. The driver
raised an eyebrow slightly, but said nothing as the limo pulled away from the
curb. I bit my lip, my eyes closing slightly as my pussy tightened around the
buzzing egg. Right when I thought I might lose control, the vibrations stopped
just as abruptly as they had begun.

So this is how the game is
going to go,
I thought, collapsing against the seat.
How am I going to
keep a straight face at dinner when Carter could turn that thing on at any
moment?
I was nervous, and I ached with need. The lace panties Carter had
gotten me were already soaked through.

We pulled up in front of the most
gorgeous building I’d ever seen. The driver ushered me out of the limo, but
left me to walk into the restaurant myself. Feeling awkward, I approached the
maître d’. “May I help you?” she asked, eyeing me.

“I’m with Carter Black,” I said,
then sucked in my breath sharply as the egg pulsed with vibrations for one
brief moment. The maître d’ looked at me oddly but escorted me to a gorgeous
dining room full of people wearing clothes and eating food that I could never
hope to afford in my life. In the center of the room sat Carter with a
sublimely smug look on his face and two glasses of champagne.

“Do you like my gifts?” he asked
as I sat down. A small whimper escaped my lips as the egg blazed to life inside
me. My nipples throbbed from the clips as pleasure coursed through my body. I
trembled, struggling to keep my expression neutral.

“I love them,” I said, my voice
shaking only a little.

Carter laughed. He seemed
different, somehow—more open, more comfortable. I wondered how long he’d been
repressing this side of his personality. I liked this new Carter.

“I can’t wait to get you home,”
he said in a low voice. “I’m going to tear that dress off of you.”

I could hardly pay attention to
the dinner itself, which I’m pretty sure cost more than I make in a month. The
focus of my entire universe narrowed to a pinpoint on Carter as I tried to
anticipate when he would activate the egg. He tormented me with it, turning it
on for just long enough to make me shake but not climax. I was definitely
getting strange looks from the surrounding tables.

When I made a quick trip to the
restroom, hoping for a brief reprieve, I could see why: I looked wild, almost
like an animal. My face was flushed, and my eyes were wide. No wonder Carter
couldn’t stop staring at me like a predator.

Dinner seemed to take an
eternity, but finally it was time to leave. The limo picked us up at the door.
The second we were in the car, Carter was on me. The vibrator burst on, and I
moaned like a bitch in heat, grateful for the relative privacy of the car. I
molded my body against Carter’s, as his teeth nipped into the tender skin of my
neck. The nipple clamps ached even more as my breasts crushed against him, but
I wanted more of that feeling.

When we arrived back at the
mansion, Carter whisked me off my feet and carried me inside. He headed to a
wing that I’d never been in before, ignoring Charles and the maids we passed. I
gasped as we arrived at our destination: Carter had an entire room that was
full of whips, crosses, and all over sorts of sex toys and equipment. He set me
on my feet next to an X-shaped wood structure.

“Ass to me,” he ordered, spinning
me. Gripping my wrists in a firm hand, Carter buckled first the left, then the
right to the tops of the X. “This is called a St. Andrew’s cross,” he said
conversationally. He buckled my ankles in too, forcing my legs apart. With one
sure move, Carter tore the gorgeous dress straight down the back, leaving me in
nothing but lace and diamonds. I could hear him tinkering with some things
behind me but dared not turn my head. It sounded like he was undressing.

I cried out as he reached around,
wrenching the top of the teddy aside and clipping weights to the ends of the
clamps on my nipples. Delicious pain surged through them all over again as they
were pulled down by the heavy weights. My face pressed against the wood as I
sagged, overcome with need.

Carter pulled the lace panties
down around my upper thighs. “Did you enjoy being paraded around with your cunt
stuffed full and your nipples hard?” he asked, reaching a finger into my
dripping pussy. He tugged the egg out and tossed it aside.

“No,” I whimpered, embarrassed. I
moaned as a stinging blow landed on my ass. A crop. Of course.

“Don’t lie to me!” Another blow
landed on my other cheek. “I can see your cunt dripping all over my nice marble
floor. You loved every moment of it, didn’t you?”

“Yes!” I moaned, both dreading
and
needing
him to whip me again. “Yes, sir, I loved it!” I was rewarded
as sharp strikes landed across my tender ass.

“You’re a good little slut,”
Carter said approvingly. “And you look positively delicious with your wet pussy
and your red ass. What would you like as a reward?”

“You,” I whispered.

“Louder.”

“You! Please, sir, fuck me!” I
cried, flushed.

“Good girl, he said, his voice
heavy with desire. “You’ll get what you want…but not yet.”

Carter was very, very good with
the crop. Each strike was perfectly placed and timed so I couldn’t anticipate
where it would land. He never broke the skin or hit me too hard, but soon the
tender skin of my ass felt like it was on fire as red welts rose up across my
soft flesh. I’d never realized how pain could heighten pleasure, how the two of
them could become one and the same, but as the crop landed in stinging blows
across my raw skin, all I could do was shamelessly beg Carter for more.

Every so often, Carter would
pause, probing at my dripping pussy with the crop. I nearly screamed when he
first teased, then lightly slapped my swollen, neglected clit. I was so worked
up, so sensitive, that a mere brush of the crop over the inflamed nub felt like
lightning. My pleading became incomprehensible as I strained against my bonds,
desperate for release. Carter brought me to the edge over and over again,
drawing me back right as I was about to climax. The room spun as I sagged against
the whipping cross, utterly and totally defeated. I heard Carter murmur his
approval from what felt like a million miles away and knew only that he was
close to me. The heat of his body near mine sent shivers through me.

Then, with one smooth stroke, Carter’s
cock slammed into me. I screamed as I came on his second stroke, my cunt
spasming hard around his thick shaft. Carter grunted approval, his fingers
digging hard into my hips. Each thrust sent spikes of delicious pain through my
stinging ass and my aching nipples as the weights swung, tugging the swollen
red nubs even harder. Carter drove into me like a piston. It felt like a mercy
to be taken hard after a whole night of torment.

“You’ve been craving my cock all
night,” Carter growled in my ear. One of his hands strayed up to my bouncing
tit and tweaked my tender nipple. I whimpered as pain shot through me, causing
my pussy to clench eagerly. “I liked seeing those nipple clamps through your
dress. Very sexy. It made my cock so hard to know every person in that
restaurant could see that you’re mine.”

I thrust back against him as much
as I could with my limbs bound, needing his cock deeper inside me. I could feel
my body tensing up again but I wasn’t there, not quite yet.

Then Carter fingered my clit hard.
“Come for me again,” he said hoarsely in my ear. “Milk my cock.”

Immediately my whole body shook
with the force as I came again, every muscle tense from head to food. My vision
whited out for a moment as spasms of ecstasy shot through my whole body. Carter
snarled triumph as he claimed my body for his own, sheathing himself to the
hilt in my convulsing cunt. It was only a few more hard thrusts before his
breath grew ragged and hot streams of cum erupted into me, filling my pussy and
trickling down my thighs. Carter leaned his face against my sweaty skin for a
long moment. I savored the moment, my whole body as limp as a cooked noodle.

“This is probably going to hurt,”
Carter warned, reaching around me and removing the clamps on my nipples. I bit
my lip to stifle a shout as blood flowed back into the sore nubs with a sting,
but the ache felt good. Carter released my arms and legs, smiling at me. “You
were excellent, Cerise.”

“And you,” I said weakly, my legs
wobbling. “I can barely stand!” Ever the gentleman, Carter wrapped me in a silk
bathrobe and escorted me to an adjacent lounge, with long plush couches and a
tray with two glasses of wine.

As we sprawled together,
recovering and sipping wine, something occurred to me.

“Carter,” I said seriously.

He looked concerned. “Yes,
Cerise?”

“Am I—am I for real un-fired
now?”

He laughed, startled. “Only if
you’ll go on another date with me.”

“Absolutely!” My heart soared. I
couldn’t wait to find out what other dark desires my billionaire master had in
store.

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