An Heir For The Billionaire: His Every Command (Part One) (A BDSM And Domination Erotic Romance Novelette) (2nd Edition) (3 page)

He led me quickly through the restaurant, until we came to a tiny hallway with just one solid, highly-polished door. He opened it on what looked like a cross between an office and a private dining room, a slab of a table dominating the space with all of its mahogany splendor. Randall ushered me in and closed and locked the door behind us, pulling me into his arms. “This is not
quid pro quo
, Jasmine,” he murmured, brushing his lips against my ear. “You are not required to do anything. But I can tell you’re turned on, aren’t you?” I nodded slowly, my mouth dry and my heart pounding. Randall ran his hands all over me, cupping my breasts for a moment before moving down to my hips. His lips barely touched mine, sending a tingle through my body straight to my pussy, intensified by my desire and anxiety. “You’ll have to be very quiet. We are secluded, but I can’t guarantee that sound won’t travel.” Randall kissed me deeply, his tongue probing my mouth until I was breathless. His hand slipped up underneath the hem of my dress and I moaned softly against his lips as he cupped my sex, running his fingers teasingly over the slick folds.

Somehow Randall was guiding me deeper into the room; I let myself be moved across the floor, consumed by an intense arousal that I had never reached before in my life. Randall’s fingers pressed deeper along my pussy until he found my clit. He stroked the sensitive little bead, making me gasp and moan—clenching my hands into fists and biting my lip to muffle the sound. When he had me where he wanted me, Randall broke away from the kiss, withdrawing his hand and taking a step back from me as I stood reeling, bereft of his touch. “You are so deliciously wet, Jasmine. I can only think of one thing that would make you even more desirable than you are already.” He considered a moment as I stood, blood roaring in my ears, my breath heavy and my whole body on fire, unable to even think. Randall knelt on the floor and began to untie one of his shoes quickly. I was confused, trying to understand how his shoes had anything to do with making me more desirable. He began to pull the lace through the eyelets of the shoe, freeing it.

He stood as soon as he had removed it and smiled at me, his eyes dark with lust, and I bit my lip, wondering what he had in mind. Randall put my hands behind my back, reaching around me with the shoelace. I glanced behind me and saw there was an old fashioned filing cabinet with metal handles; Randall tied the shoelace tightly around my wrists, attaching it to the filing cabinet before I could even get my lust-fogged brain to even consider what was going on. I was helpless—trapped. Somehow, instead of making me panic, the sensation of the shoelace cutting into my wrist, of my own restraint, turned me on even more. “Ahh, yes,” Randall said, his voice almost a purr, as he stepped back again to admire his handiwork. “Not quite perfect, but we will have to accept the limitations of our environment, won’t we?” I nodded, straining against the binding on my wrists instinctively. Randall had somehow managed to retrieve my panties as he’d tied me up, and he waved them in the air with a little amused grin. “Time to see if you were telling me the truth,” he said, putting them aside for a moment.

He began unbuttoning my dress slowly down the front, starting at the top and working his way to my navel. The buttons went all the way down, but he stopped as soon as he came to my hips, pushing the fabric aside and exposing my upper body to his gaze. I looked down to see my breasts in the black, lacy bra that I had worn which had no padding or lining to conceal my hardening nipples. “Very nice indeed,” Randall murmured, cupping them in his hands and giving them a squeeze. “You’ve got such a responsive body. It really is a shame that we don’t have more time to explore.” He pulled the cups of my bra down in a quick jerk, baring my breasts to the cool air, I gasped, afraid that he’d rip the delicate fabric. He smiled slightly at my reaction, kissing me briefly on the lips. “Remember, you must remain as quiet as possible,” he told me. I nodded my understanding and almost immediately broke the rule when Randall gave my nipples a savage pinch, twisting them slightly. I arched, biting my lip to stifle the yelp that tore through my throat at the painful sensation that was somehow also pleasurable at the same time. The hot jolt of electricity shot from my breasts to my pussy, and I was panting heavily, pulling against the tight binding on my wrists, torn between wanting to get away from the sensation and wanting more of it. Randall released my nipples abruptly and I moaned, relief flooding through me. Then he leaned in and claimed one nipple with his mouth, sucking and licking, sending new waves of feeling through me as he moved from one to the other, pinching and twisting whichever nipple he wasn’t lavishing with his mouth.

I was wracked with sensations, every moment both acute torture and extreme pleasure, my whole body trembling. Randall stopped, bringing his lips back up to my mouth and kissing me hungrily, his hands caressing my waist, gliding along my hips. “You’ll have to be quieter, my dear,” he murmured against my lips. He picked up my panties and rolled them into a ball. “Do you have any particular distaste for being gagged?” he asked me. I realized what he intended to do. Before I could answer, he pressed them against my mouth, past my lips, stuffing my mouth with the lace. The knowledge that I was being muffled by my own panties was both humiliating and arousing. Randall smiled and brushed his lips along my jawline, his hands moving to the front of my dress once more. He unbuttoned the last few buttons on my dress, opening the fabric all the way and exposing me completely to his gaze. He looked me over from my blushing face down to my pussy, smiling as he eyed me, naked in front of him. “Ahhhh, you are a natural redhead. And so fastidious with your grooming.” I squirmed, wishing my hands were free to cover my body. Randall reached down between my legs and rubbed my slit with the heel of his palm slowly, teasing me. I kept just a tiny triangle of hair above the folds of my pussy intact and waxed the rest; I had noticed that I was much more sensitive that way.

Randall apparently decided to take full advantage of that sensitivity; I was moaning around my balled-up panties as he teased me, barely brushing his fingers along my slick folds before dabbling deeper, almost touching my clit but moving away when my hips began to push down for better contact. “There are so many things I’d love to do to you, Jasmine,” Randall told me, leaning in to kiss and nip at my neck. “But for now, I think I’d like to see just how wet I can make you.” His fingers left and I whimpered, trembling, delirious with need. He knelt in front of me and pulled my legs wider apart, glancing up at me with a flicker of amusement in his lust-filled gaze. He nuzzled my inner thighs, giving me a playful bite before he brought his mouth to my pussy, rubbing his lips against me. “Stand very still, and remember: be as quiet as possible.” I started to shake my head to try and protest that it wasn’t possible. “If you don’t, I will have to punish you. I can’t afford to be caught, Jasmine.” I tried to still my shaking body, leaning against the filing cabinet to bolster myself. I cried out and pressed my lips together to muffle the sound as Randall spread my labia and began to lick me all over, his tongue pressing and twisting against my sensitive flesh.

He worked me feverishly with his tongue, dancing around my clit and then down to the well of my pussy, lapping up my fluids and then making me even wetter. I felt my muscles straining as I struggled to stay still, my resolve breaking down every time he came closer to my clit. I couldn’t do it, I thought; at any moment I’d scream from the pleasure he was giving me, my hips would start to move of their own accord, my legs would give out. When Randall’s tongue began flickering against my clit, I moaned long and low, closing my eyes and resting my head against the cold filing cabinet. My hips began to stir and I pulled against the bindings on my wrist to bring me back, to give myself control. I was breathing as heavily as the fabric in my mouth allowed, whimpering slightly on every exhale as I struggled with the orgasm I could feel coming swiftly. I heard and felt Randall humming against me, felt him suck my clit between his lips, his tongue lashing against it until I couldn’t keep my hips from moving. He continued for a few moments before breaking away, leaving me utterly bereft on the edge of climax. He stood quickly, shaking his head with mock-severity. “I thought you had better control than that, Jasmine,” he said, tsking. “You were doing so well at keeping quiet, but I will have to punish you for moving around so much.” I whimpered, needy and a little frightened of what form the punishment would take. Randall looked me over thoughtfully whilst savoring my taste that lingered on his lips. He gave me a quick, devious smile. “You have such sensitive breasts,” he observed. I was trembling, pulling against the binding on my wrists, wanting to escape my punishment, but also morbidly curious about it at the same time. Randall cupped my breasts almost gently, bringing each one up to his lips in turn; he kissed and licked my nipples, sucking them lightly until I let out a moan.

Suddenly, he drew back and began slapping my breasts, sending shocks of heat and pain through my body with every impact of his hand against my skin. They turned bright pink under the assault, heating up and tingling with sensation. I cried out helplessly when he stopped only to pinch my nipples hard, rolling them between his fingers as I arched into his touch, whimpering steadily and lowly like a puppy. He slapped at them again, and the pain from the pinch was accompanied by aftershocks of sensation; somehow I was even more turned on, my ability to think of anything utterly evaporating. I was nothing more than a collection of hungry nerves, a live wire of feeling. “I should spank you, but you’re not very conveniently positioned for that,” he said idly, giving my nipples another quick, cruel pinch. I could feel hot tears welling up in my eyes, my breath ragged. In spite of the tears, I had never been so profoundly aroused in my life. Randall stopped torturing me and carefully wiped away my tears, giving me a gentle kiss. “Are you sorry for disobeying?” I nodded slowly, unable to form words even if the panties balled up in my mouth had allowed it. As if the thought had occurred to him as well, Randall pulled them out, setting them aside. “Get on your knees, my dear,” he told me. I struggled to do as he asked, awkwardly shifting downward with my arms twisting uncomfortably behind me. I managed, and Randall began to open the fly of his expensive pants. He took his cock out, and I took a moment to marvel at it; not quite perfectly straight, it was rock-hard, flushed almost purplish. He was huge, thicker than anyone I’d been with, and longer than Matthew. “Show me how sorry you are.” Randall stayed where he was, just out of easy reach. I leaned out as far as I could, sending another shot of pain through my arms as I extended my neck. Finally I managed to get to him, wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock and glancing up for approval. Randall nodded, watching me intently as I began to lick and suck, lavishing attention on him.

His fingers ran through my hair as I took more and more of him into my mouth, moving slowly and trying as much as I could to avoid setting off my gag reflex. It would be impossible for me to take all of him—not without preparing myself more, anyway—and so I focused on showing him how very contrite I was with my lips and tongue, moaning as his precum began to flow, filling my mouth with his salty-sharp taste. I wished fleetingly that I had my hands free, to grip him where I couldn’t reach with my mouth, to maybe even play with his balls. But Randall was enjoying what I was capable of even without my hands, closing his eyes for a few moments as I worshipped him.

After a few moments more, he stepped back, caressing my cheek. “I believe you’ve learned your lesson,” he said. I nodded, my body still on fire with the need for the orgasm I had been denied. Randall helped me back up onto my feet and caressed me all over slowly as I trembled; helpless and wishing I had the nerve to demand he finish me off. “Do you want to come, Jasmine?” he asked me playfully, dragging his lips along my throat.

“Y-yes, God yes,” I said, as quietly as I could. Randall chuckled and lifted me up against the filing cabinet.

“You have ten minutes. If you don’t come in that time, you are not permitted to after it.” I moaned as he thrust up into me, holding me with one arm as his cock pushed up into my tight pussy slowly, filling me up. I swallowed, feeling my body yield to the thick, hard intrusion. After a moment, Randall began to thrust fast and hard, moving deeper and deeper into me with every movement of his hips. He slammed up into me, shaking the filing cabinet behind me. I twisted and writhed against him, panting and moaning, trying to keep myself as quiet as possible. I had no idea how much time was passing, how quickly or slowly, whether it had already been ten minutes. My entire body was wrapped up in the tingling of my nipples, the delicious heat of Randall’s hot, huge cock inside of me. It could have been five minutes, or ten, or one; before I knew it I was pressing my lips to his neck, muffling the cries that wrenched out of my throat as my body gave up the last bit of control I possessed, my climax shattering through every nerve, wracking me with pleasure so intense it might as well have been pain. I wrapped my legs around Randall like a vise, riding through my orgasm until I felt his body tense, his cock beginning to twitch inside of me. Sticky heat flooded me as Randall moaned lowly, holding me against him as he finished.

We stood for several moments, both of us panting. Randall put his cock away and reached around my back, untying me from the filing cabinet and releasing my wrists. He let me rub the feeling back into them whilst his hands caressed me all over. I realized suddenly that he was buttoning me back up and that he’d corrected by bra. My breasts were still tender, almost uncomfortable in the lace. He handed me my panties and I blushed, the enormity of what I’d just done coming over me suddenly. I looked at the floor, fighting down my sense of embarrassment. Randall kissed me lightly. “If we stay much longer, I think they’ll start getting suspicious,” he said quietly. I looked up to see him smiling. I nodded, collecting my composure as best as I could.