For His Pleasure (Dominated By The Billionaire) (6 page)

“Thank you, Katherine.” He stroked a hand up
and down her back.

“My pleasure,” she murmured sleepily, and he
chuckled.

“Indeed it was.”

She didn’t hear him; she was already
asleep.

****

She was awoken once more by Mark, but this
time it was with soft kisses and gentle strokes rather than hot
lips and hands. Desire uncurled sweetly in her belly even as she
unfurled and opened her eyes. Sunlight streamed through the
curtains, welcoming a new day, casting a gleam on Mark’s dark hair
and a sparkle into his blue eyes.

“Good morning.” He stroked a hand down her
hair. “Did you sleep well?”

She smiled. “Yes, I did. Master,” she
added.

“I’ve had many women in my bed, as you know
doubt know,” he said, trailing his thumb along her cheek, “but I’ve
never seen any that sleeps like you. You looked like an angel, with
your long lashes and rosebud mouth. I couldn’t help but start
kissing you.”

Katherine was proud that she only blushed a
little beneath his compliments. “I like it when you kiss me too,”
she told him, pressing her lips to his again. His arms came loosely
around her as he kissed her tenderly—long, slow, and sweet. Her
body heated—not the torrid rush of passion from before but gradual,
like a flower blooming beneath the sun’s rays. His hands slid down
her back to cup her cheeks, pressing her firmly against his
hardening cock.

“I need you,” he murmured roughly against
her lips before trailing then down the column of her throat. He
gently bit down on the area right above the hollow leading down to
her collar bone.

“Anything you want, Master,” she said on a
sigh of pleasure as he stroked her with hands and lips and
tongue.

“You may touch me if you like,” he told her,
his hands on her breasts. She placed her own hands on his shoulders
and ran then up and down her back, feeling his muscles flex as he
played with her nipples. Her feet came up to find his cock, and she
stroked it with her soles, moving them up and down as she’d done
with her mouth last night. His groan made her smile.

“You have very talented feet,” he growled,
tonguing her earlobe.

“Thank you, Master.” She gasped as he
swirled his tongue in her ear. “You have a very talented tongue.”
He chuckled.

They took their time exploring each other’s
bodies, and Katherine relished finally having free rein to touch
him where she liked. She found that his hard, brown nipples were
especially responsive—she dragged her tongue over him the way he
did hers and was rewarded with shivering groans. She fondled his
sac between his legs as she stroked his cock, and found that when
she touched the spot just behind it his eyes would close and a low,
throaty groan would come up from his chest. His sexual responses
were bold and completely unashamed, which aroused her unbearably.
Before she met him she never would have imagined that pleasuring a
man could be so pleasurable.

Eventually he’d had enough, and had bound
her wrists over her head with one hand while he pleasured her with
the fingers of his other one. He didn’t need ice cubes to make her
pussy throb. Only when she was gasping from her third orgasm did he
allow her to draw her legs up around his waist and enter her.

This time he went at a leisurely pace,
pressing the length of his body as he held her wrists, kissing her
as he worked his cock inside her. His tongue fucked her mouth in
time to his thrusts, and she took him in gladly, greedily. The
pleasure built more slowly, more steadily than it had last time,
but when it finally crested over them it was no less intense.
Rather than a tidal wave crashing, she felt as though she was being
lifted into the clouds, and floated back gently as a snowflake on a
breeze.

“Will you stay?” he asked, nuzzling her
neck.

“Stay?”

“With me. As my lover. I want you to be
mine. Only mine.”

Her mind drifted back to the night of
pleasure they’d had; to how he’d opened her eyes, awakened her
sexual side. No man had ever taken an interest in her the way he
had, to the extent that he took the time to care for her pleasure,
to teach her new things about herself and her body rather than
focusing on his own pleasure. She had liked the things they had
done together, and even though she’d always been taught that such
things were taboo, she felt no shame in it. In fact, her body
practically glowed with pleasure and happiness that she’d finally
found a man who was willing to be a sexual partner in the truest
sense of the word.

“I would love to,” she told him, running her
fingers through his hair. “What you showed me last night was…
incredible. I want more of that.”

“What I’ve shown you is only the beginning,”
he told her with a wicked grin. “There is plenty left for me to
teach you as your Master.”

“I am more than willing to stick around and
be your student,” she told him with a grin of her own.

“I am glad to hear it. Do you have time for
another lesson?”

“Always.”

He wrapped his arms around her, and she
kissed him.

***

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