Making Him Want It 2 -- Callie's Secret: Conning the Billionaire (3 page)

But as Gabriel twisted his fingers inside me, licking and then biting gently at the flesh of my neck, I realized he was that good.

And the second I thought that, he pulled his hands out of my panties and his body from aga
i
n
s
t mine.

I whimpered and turned my head to see him taking off his tie and cufflinks.

Oh, good…he’s getting naked.

Next came off his jacket and shirt.  He must have been in a hurry, because he pulled his shirt open, popping buttons as he tore shirt and jacket off at the same time.  He was in enough of a feral state that he was losing his control.

That was good.  Potentially scary, but good.  It was all part of the plan…but I still enjoyed the thought that he couldn’t control himself around me.  It gave me power over him.  Even with me handcuffed and chained to the ceiling, he was the one that was really being controlled.

Now if I could just make the part of my brain that thought I was going to be the next course on a Saw movie that this wasn’t the time to start screaming.

Which was also good.  It meant I was starting to sink into my cover again.

Good…

He unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, but didn’t go any further.  Just let them hold on his hips as he
moved closer again.  This time the look on his face was dark and unreadable.  I felt the gooseflesh come back as he circled me.  He swatted my ass the second he was behind me, and I automatically jerked around to
tell him to stop.

But he had hold of me around the waist again, and all I ended up doing was writhing even more against him. 

He chuckled, which just pissed me off.  I clenched my arms and pulled at my bonds.  This did nothing, of course.  His wench/pulley mechanism was top of the line, as was everything he owned.  But it did make hi
m
chuckle again.

He pushed my panties off my hips and they slid to the floor.  Then he undid the clasp to my bra—it was a front loading bra—and bared my breasts. 

The air in the room was suddenly cool feeling on my flesh, and I felt more naked than I’d felt in years.  I looked further into the dimly lit room and saw there was
a
large bed at the far end of the room.

Maybe at some point we’ll make it there, but for now I was stuck chained and naked to the ceiling.

Gabriel came up behind me again, and gripped a hand around the back of my neck.  I stiffened at the uncomfortable pressure, but soon leaned in against it, hungering for him to touch me more.  And he did, sliding that hand down my neck, and then lover over my spine until his fingers made soft circles over the orbs of my butt.  And then I felt the smooth hardness of his cock as it glided over my rear.

My entire body tightened, my hands gripped into tight fists as his manhood tested out the tender flesh between my ass cheeks.  In all actuality, I’d never been penetrated anally.  I liked vaginal sex, and the dark secrets of sodomy had never interested me.  But with his magnificent cock rubbing lewdly against my untouched sphincter, I suddenly wondered what it would be like to have Gabriel inside me in that way.

And then I remembered how goddamn big he was, and that my much more experienced pussy
had
writhed and fought for its life every time he’d fucked me so far.  I couldn’t begin to guess how bad anal sex would hurt with that monster goring me.

I felt the tip of his cock push at my entrance, but he stopped.  My ass cheeks were tightened to steely chords.

“Someday…” he breathed into my ear, his lips soft on my flesh.  “Someday you’ll be begging me to do that.”

I wanted to give some smart assed retort…but there was a blunt and merciless truth to what he’d said.  One day, if I wasn’t careful, I would be begging him to do that…and probably a lot more.

He tore me from this dark, bitter epiphany by grasping my breasts in his hands hard enough to make me yelp.  And then he squeezed my nipples between thumb and forefinger until I could see stars.

Fuck that hurt.  It still fucking hurt when he’d already let go and was whirling me around to face him.  His pants were still hanging on his hips, but his monster cock was out, and his balls were hanging over the opening of his fly as well. 
He pulled a condom out of his pants pocket, ripped
it
open again with his white, perfectly straight teeth, and then rolled the latex sheath over his hefty, twitching pole.

I licked my lips and my legs started to tremble at the thought of what was to come.  Gabriel inside me.  Gabriel fucking me.  Gabriel coming inside me again.

I swallowed all that yearning, and let a little of my fear seep back in.
 

Character…stay in character
…

It wouldn’t do to let myself react like I was used to this kind of kink…which was partially true anyway.

Gabriel took my face in his hands and kissed me, oh so deeply, his tongue probing and tasting my mouth as if he were starving. Then he knelt before me and pulled my legs apart some, so he could dip his head between my legs and lick slowly up into my sex, sending me shaking and gasping for breath.

I
n
a flash he righted himself to his full height and wrapped my legs around his hips as his prick drove up into me.  But this time I was so wet
—
my body want
ed
him inside it so badly, that my vagina opened gratefully to the ramming of his cock into it.

Like a bolt in a lock, he slammed home and I felt so unbelievably whole again.  As if this was exactly how I’d always been meant to be.  Only half of what I should have been, until there was him…

His hips rocked in and out of me, and I tightened and lifted my thighs so I could match his movement, to get him further into me, to make the fucking he was giving me all the harder, all the better.

He growled his approval against my neck, and I felt his hands under my ass, grasping and squeezing, pulling me apart so he could stuff even more of himself inside me.

Even with him holding me up, the handcuffs were still digging into my wrists.  This wasn’t the kind of pain I liked as a side dish to sex.  This was the kind of pain that left marks.  Marks that he might find amusing, or proudly show off to his friends if we ran into any
of them
…which we were bound to—Gabriel was rich and famous and powerful.  Those three things guaranteed a worldwide circle of friends.

I wondered how many, though, could be counted as true friends.  I knew real friends were supposed to be important in life.  I, myself, had only the one, and I had to keep her in the dark at all times.  And she knew it.

The thought of what Deidra would think of me allowing myself to be bound and hung from the ceiling
like a side of beef
, just to sate the desires of a sadistic billionaire
,
made my spine straighten.  This wasn’t me…this wasn’t how I wanted to be, not for him, not for anyone.  I wasn’t the girl that men strapped down or tied up.  I certainly wasn’t the girl that let herself be forcefully cuffed and stuffed like I was a sex slave.

Gabriel moaned he pleasure against my neck again, licking my clavicle.  His cock was achingly hard inside me as he pounded himself up into me.  I felt myself winding up inside.  I felt the orgasm that was waiting for me to let go start to rise inside me.

I felt Gabriel’s hands move from holding me by my ass to caressing up my body, over my bare breasts again and then upward until they slid up my arms all the way to my wrists.

That’s when his head snapped up from my throat and his eyes went wide.  That was also when I snapped the handcuffs onto
his
wrists
.

I smiled and looked deeply into his eyes as I pulled myself up and then back down on his unflagging cock.
  I stared into those frosty February blue eyes and waited for his reaction.  I’d just broken rule number one of being a submissive: I just bound my top.  I expected some sort of ire from him
…
so
me
hint that he was displeased.

I mean, he obviously enjoyed tying women up…he certainly had enjoyed tying me up before he started pounding himself in and out of me.  And now I’d just ruined his plans, and turned the tables on him.

But instead of malice I received a lopsided smile that animated his entire face.  A real smile, one that he really meant.  And then his hands wrapped around my wrists again and he started hammering himself into me, hard and slow, watching the sensations of be
ing
so pounded slide across my face.

Oh, god…

It. Was. Amazing.

I felt the orgasm that had been waiting at the periphery of my consciousness start to churn, and then to rise.  Soon it would drown me in pleasure, and soon I’d be writhing uncontrollably against his body, trying to take every inch of him I could inside me.

And then I realized with a small cold shiver—bound or not, Gabriel was still topping me.  I was still his bottom, and he was in complete control.

I had a moment where I was torn.  My mind was trying to absorb that tidbit of information, trying to understand it as best it could.  But at the same time, my body was
blessed-
out, and the rising tides of my impending orgasm were making brain function all the more difficult.

Finally I decided
Fuck it!
And left my brain behind and just rode the wave of my coming climax—and Gabriel’s magnificent cock. 

I
gently pulled my wrists from
his shackled
grasp
and let my hands fall and play over his dreamy smooth flesh
.  W
hen my climax began to surge forward over me, I threw my arms around him, pressing my bare chest against his until I felt every breath and every heart beat.

I came in a strangled scream.  My hips bucked as my pussy spasmed and clutch
ed
a
t
his pistoning penis.  Gabriel gasped and growled, and his hips went wild, crashing up into me with utter abandon. 

I wasn’t su
r
e
when my orgasm stopped.  It was as if the world became unbearably bright and shiny and beautiful, and I was filled with that light.
  When the world finally started to darken back down to the normal dimness of everyday life, I found myself still wrapped around Gabriel’s body, holding on for dear life.

He was still so very hard inside me, and every breath I took made my sex contract around him, sending a little shiver through us both.

Slowly, carefully, I pulled up on the chains and lifted myself up and then off his cock.  It made a wet popping sound, and I immediately felt bereft and empty.  I’d been whole, and now I was only half what I should have been…half what I wanted to be.

What…the …fuck!

These couldn’t be my thoughts.  This sounded like the tripe ramblings of some romance novel heroine.  And that was not who I was at all.  I wasn’t a damsel in distress.  I wasn’t going to be the weepy, love sick chick that feels she needs to prove her love over and over.  And I certainly wasn’t the girl that threw herself to the lions to save her man.

Not fucking likely.

And most importantly, I wasn’t the heroine…or the hero type.  I was the bad guy, the villain.  Every once in a blue moon I’d do body guard detail, but I was usually guarding the body of a really, really bad person.  So even then I wasn’t really the hero.

I stumbled away from Gabriel, unable for a few moments to tear my gaze away from him. 
Gabriel was n
aked, bound, and shiny with both sweat…and my feminine fluids gleaming on his jerking prick.

Finally I got my legs under me and tore my eyes from his heavenly sight.  I looked around the room and went to the bedside table. 
An overhead light came on automatically as I pulled open a drawer. 
I raised my eyebrows at the extent of the drawer’s contents—it was a custom buil
t
job, and just kept rolling out of the table to about three to four feet.
 

Gabriel liked to play.
 

Inside was a box of condoms, lube of different flavors, another set of handcuffs, rope, plastic ties, duct tape,
a wooden ruler, a ball gag, a thin teak wood paddle, incense, a box of latex gloves,
two sets of nipple clamps, a cock ring,
a cat-o-nines blue leather whip, a short crop whip, edible panties in assort flavors, and three dildos.  The black one was a double dong and made out of
resin instead of molded rubber.  I took it out of the drawer—with one other item—and then moved across the room toward him.

Gabriel’s wicked smile dimmed considerably when he saw the double headed dildo in my hand.  I knew what it was for…at least for him.  When he would entertain more than one woman here, he would charm them into using the dildo so they could fuck each other.

But there was only the two of us now, and if I used it, there was only one place I would end up sticking the other end.