For His Pleasure (Dominated By The Billionaire) (4 page)

“Please, Master,” she told him once they
were safely inside and the car was moving. “I can’t take this
anymore.”

He only smiled and crooked a finger,
beckoning to her. “Come and sit in my lap.”

She scrambled to obey, and he positioned her
so that she was straddling his lap. His erection pressed right up
against her panties, and she whimpered.

“Uh-uh.” He gripped her hips tightly when
she began rubbing herself against him, forcing her to stop. “if you
do that, you’re going to come. I didn’t say you could come
yet.”

“When will you let me?” she asked
breathlessly. “Please, I want to.”

“I know.” He framed her face with his big
hands so that she was staring up into his deep brown eyes. They
were darkly seductive, beckoning with hot promise, and they filled
her vision so that she felt as though she were drowning in them.
His thumb stroked her lower lip gently. “But I haven’t kissed you
yet, Katherine. I haven’t tasted that luscious mouth of yours.”

Katherine blinked. “You haven’t.” She’d not
dwelled on it, but now that he mentioned it seemed absurd. She’d
shown him the most private areas of her body, allowed him to touch
her, and he’d never even kissed her. Her heart pounded as he angled
her head properly, then pressed his lips firmly against hers. He
seduced with soft, tender kisses, tiny nips that sent shivers down
her spine, and strokes of his tongue that had her opening her mouth
willingly. He slid his tongue in and out, rubbing it against her
own tongue and the roof of her mouth, and the motion was overtly
sexual, mimicking the act. He nipped her tongue between his teeth
and sucked on it, enticing a moan from her.

“So sweet,” he growled against her lips,
pulling back slightly. “So innocent. Haven’t you been with a man
before?”

“Very few times, Master,” she admitted
softly, her eyes drifting away from his. “And it has been a long
time.”

He lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his
gaze, which was surprisingly gentle. “Then this will be a night to
remember, for both of us. I will take great pleasure in your sexual
awakening. And I promise, you will too.”

The limo came to a stop, and Katherine
looked over Mark’s head and out the window to see the lighted front
steps of what looked to be an apartment complex. Or maybe it was a
hotel—it looked far more elegant than any complex she’d ever seen,
but she knew Mark lived in Chicago so she didn’t understand why
he’d live in a hotel anyway.

“Good evening, Mr. Donaldson,” the man at
the front desk greeted him as they walked into the foyer. His grey
eyes passed over Katherine with no comment. She supposed he saw
women come and go often enough.

“Evening, Richard.”

They rode the elevator up to the top floor,
and stepped right into an anteroom. Her eyes took in the arched
ceiling, the marble floor, the tastefully decorated walls as he
took her hand and led her to the French doors on the other side.
The entered a thirty-foot living room with vaulted ceilings, lapis
lazuli fireplace and a seemingly endless stretch of glass walls
that offered a panoramic view of the city.

“This is a penthouse, isn’t it?” she asked,
her eyes trailing up a curving staircase that led to another set of
French doors she could only imagine led to his bedroom.

“Two floors, fifteen rooms,” he answered,
smiling a little at the look of awe on her face. “Do you like
it?”

“It’s gorgeous.” Her eyes settled on the
dark brown leather couch in front of the fire place, and she
wandered over to it, her lust momentarily put at bay by the sheer
amount of wealth being thrust in her face. Her hands slid along the
buttery soft leather as she sat down. “I would love to curl up
right here with a blanket in front of the fire with a book during
the winter. It would be just right.”

He smiled as he joined her on the couch. “I
like curling up on here with a woman even more.” His eyes gleamed,
igniting the banked coals of her desire once more. “I’m going to
get something from upstairs. When I come back, I expect you to have
your dress and shoes off.”

“Yes, Master.”

She watched him walk up the staircase,
admiring the way his suit seemed to flow around his powerful body,
and licked her lips. Only when the doors had closed did she stand
up and slowly tug off her dress. It seemed absurd since he’d
already seen her naked, but she was still a bit self-conscious. She
placed her dress and shoes off to the side, and, standing only in
the thong he’d bought her, looked around. A motion caught her eye
and she looked to see her reflection in the windows. Her hair was
still up, she noticed, and wondered if she should take it down. It
would end up down eventually, she decided, pulling the pins from it
so that it cascaded down and around her shoulders, covering the
tips of her breasts. She looked like Eve, she decided, staring at
herself in the glass again.

She was just placing her earrings on a side
table when he came down the stairs again, carrying a small bag. Her
heartbeat raced at the sight of him—he’d removed his shoes, jacket
and shirt, leaving on only the pair of grey slacks. The muscles of
his chest were perfectly formed as they gleamed in the light. But
the smile on his lips died as his eyes landed on hers, and she
recoiled as they flashed with ire.

“Did I ask you to let down your hair?” he
asked softly as he approached her

“N-no, Master.” She backed up a step as he
closed the distance between them, and her legs hit the back of the
couch as he placed his hands on either side of her hips.

“Did I not tell you that you were to follow
my orders?”

“Yes, you did,” she whispered. “Master.”

“Then why did you not follow them?”

“But I did,” she told him, confused. “I took
off the shoes and dress. I didn’t realize you wanted me to leave
everything else on.”

He stroked the side of her cheek gently. “I
understand you are new to all this,” he told her, looking deeply
into her eyes, and she relaxed slightly as she saw the anger in
them had abated. “And I will learn to be more specific with my
directions. But when we are together you must do exactly as I say,
nothing more, nothing less. If you disobey my orders, you will be
punished. And I’m afraid I’ll have to punish you now.”

Katherine gulped, her eyes wide. “Yes,
Master.” What sort of punishment would he give her?

“Turn around,” he ordered, grabbing her arms
when she did so. She felt him wrap cloth around her wrists, tightly
enough so that she could feel the bones rub together as he tied the
knot. “I’ve changed my mind. We’re going upstairs.”

With one hand on her shoulder and the other
around her forearm he marched her up the winding staircase and
through the ornate double doors. They opened into a lavish bedroom
with thick carpeting, gilt-edged walls, and a canopy bed with
sin-black sheets that looked so decadent her pulse jumped at the
idea of being in it with him. Instead of leading her to it, he
pushed her onward to the opposite wall, which was completely
concealed by dark, heavy curtains. Pulling on a golden rope, the
curtain glided to the left, revealing a black dungeon door. Without
releasing his grip on her shoulder, he inserted a large metal key
into the lock, then pulled open the door. She half expected it to
creak ominously, but it glided open silently on obviously well
oiled hinges.

Inside, her jaw dropped at the sight--- the
walls were dark grey stone, like that in a true dungeon, with fake
torches glowing in brackets placed all along the walls. A long,
metal table dominated the room, black restraint cuffs resting at
the corners. She could see they were attached to the table by
chains. There was some sort of swing-like contraption near the far
wall that she couldn’t even conceive of, and there was another
table with various tools and restraints. She tried to crane her
neck to get a look at them, but he led her straight to the table
and lifted her up onto it.

Since she had no hands to support her, she
was forced to turn her head to the side and rest her cheek against
the cold metal. As she did so, her eyes widened at the sight of a
wide, rectangular mirror, displaying her full length as she
sprawled on the table. She was shocked at just how wanton she
looked, with her hair spilling around her face, her breasts pressed
against the table, and her scantily-clad ass rising in the air.

She watched as Mark placed one of his big
hands on her bottom, meeting her eyes in the mirror, and smiled
slightly. “There’s one in front of you too, and also one overhead.
I like my submissives to watch what I am doing to them, while I am
doing it.”

“Oh.” She said in a small voice, then yelped
when he pinched her bottom.

“Oh…?”

“Master,” she added sheepishly.

“Good girl.” Mark tugged her legs open and
secured the restraints around her ankles. “Now, for your
punishment.” He picked up a black paddle from the table and smacked
her left cheek with it. She gasped at the stinging pain. He smacked
the opposite cheek, delivering the same pain. Her legs trembled as
he continued to alternate, the stinging turning into a dull throb—a
throb that extended between her legs, she realized. With each
strike of the paddle she could feel her pussy thrum, could feel the
little vibrator shake a little against her clit. She felt a tiny
bit of moisture run down the inside of her right thigh, and knew
that if she were able to reach a hand between her legs she would
find her thong was soaked.

Looking in the mirror again, she saw that
his face was expressionless as he paddled her, but his eyes were
gleaming. She whimpered a little at the sight of her ass, all shiny
pink now, then gasped as he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her
up.

“Not loud enough,” he growled, bringing the
paddle down just a little harder. “I want to hear you beg.”

A cry escaped her lips as he dragged her
back, the sound a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Please,” she
gasped as he tugged on her hair harder.

The crack of the paddle against her ass
reverberated louder through the room. “Please what? What do you
want?”

“I… I can’t…” she cried out as he smacked
her with the paddle again.

“I know that deep inside that shy,
conservative exterior is a sexy wanton,” he growled in her ear.
“It’s her I want to bring out to play with me. Now tell me, what do
you want?”

“I want… release…” she gasped, tears
stinging her eyes. “Please, Master.”

The paddle cracked against her flesh again,
but lighter this time. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

“I want…” her jaw worked for a moment as she
forced herself to say the words aloud. “I want your mouth on me.
Down there. Pleasing me. Master”

“Down here? On your wet, pink little pussy?”
He slipped a finger beneath the scrap of cloth that covered it and
her knees nearly buckled.

“Yes. Please, Master,” she begged again.

“Good girl. You’re learning.” He placed the
paddle aside and squeezed her cheeks gently in each hand. “You have
such a beautiful ass,” he murmured as she moaned in pleasure-pain.
“So round and pink. I might just give you what you want—but first
you have to please me.”

His hands released her sore cheeks, then
undid the restraints on her wrists and ankles. She brought her
hands around to rub her wrists gently, but didn’t dare move
anything else until he ordered her to.

“On your fours,” he told her, coming around
the table as she obeyed. Her eyes widened as he undid his belt
buckle and unzipped his pants, freeing his cock. He wore neither
boxers or briefs beneath as the pants pooled around his ankles. The
mushroom tip was large and pink, a drop of pre-cum glistening near
the slit, and a blue vein stood out along the side of its long,
thick length. She licked her lips, her heart pounding double
time.

He pressed that pink tip against her lips.
“Take it,” he ordered, fisting his right hand in her hair.

Her tongue darted out again, this time to
taste. It swirled around the head of his cock, soaking up the drop
of sweet and salty pre-cum, and she marveled at the silky feel of
it against her tongue. When a low groan was her only response she
became a little bolder, stroking her tongue from the base of his
shaft and up to the tip, then slowly sucking the head into her
mouth. His fingers tightened the more of him she took into her
mouth, and she inhaled the heady scent of him through her nose. He
was almost too big—her lips barely touched the base, where his
crisp hairs teased her skin.

“That’s a good little pet,” he breathed as
she began to move her head up and down. Both his hands were fisted
in her hair now as she learned her rhythm. Tasting him, listening
to the sounds of her pleasure, she realized that even though she
was the submissive, she still had power of her own. He may have had
countless other women here and in that big, black bed of his, but
she was the one giving him pleasure now. The knowledge swelled her
with pride, and made her even more aware of her own femininity.

Soon he was thrusting his hips against her
face, pushing his cock into her mouth faster than she was able to
keep up. He let out a shuddering groan as his seed exploded in her
mouth, and she swallowed the hot, sweet, salty liquid as he pulsed
inside her.

He pulled out of her and laid her head
against his abdomen. “You have pleased me well, Katherine. You have
earned a reward.”

“Thank you, Master.” She smiled, her pussy
throbbing at the mention of a ‘reward’. Would he give her what she
asked for?

“On your back,” he ordered, and she rolled
over to comply. He slid her panties off her legs and she smiled
with anticipation, certain he was going to kneel between her legs
any moment now. When he began securing her wrists and ankles in the
restraints again a hint of panic rose up.