The Billionaire's Wife (30 page)

"Anton," I said.
"Anton, do whatever you want with me."

He withdrew, and the cool air
hit my wet, tight entrance, making it quiver. His fingers still pumped inside
my pussy, and I just wanted to follow them wherever they went. "Are you
sure?" he asked me.

"I'm your wife," I
said. "And I trust you. Please, take me."

His free hand smoothed over my
stomach as he rose up and curled his body over mine. "Felicia," he
said, and his voice quavered very slightly. He was touched by my trust. I knew
he wanted to be with me, and only his fear of losing me, of losing what we
could be, had caused him to keep secrets from me. But it was okay. It was okay.

After a moment, he retreated and
cool air hit me again. Just hearing him move across the bed made me quiver,
knowing that he would do what he wanted with me and I would let him.

"Get up," he said, and
I did, making sure I kept my ass in the air so he had a nice eyeful of his
favorite places. When my feet touched the cold floorboards, I straightened and
stood, knowing instinctively that I shouldn't turn around unless he instructed
me to do so. Wood scraped over wood as he opened a drawer in the bedside table.

"Turn.

I turned.

Anton stood before me, his green
eyes glittering, his powerful body filled with his self-control. I wanted
nothing more than to help him find his release through controlling me. I
lowered my eyes and let my gaze rest on the bulge in his trousers. His cock
strained against the fabric, and I imagined tracing it with my mouth, nipping
him through his boxers, making him come in his pants without ever directly
touching his cock. Then I realized he held something at his side. A thick coil
of rope.

Ah. So he was going to tie me
up. He'd never done it with rope before.

He stepped forward and looped
the rope around my neck. Licking my lips, I tried to control my breathing, but
my heart picked up the pace and so did my lungs. With exaggerated care, Anton
tied the rope in knots--one knot, two knots, three knots--traveling down my
body in a line. The backs of his hands brushed over my skin, the barest of
touches as he tied the rope. More knots, then he let the rope fall, its
incredible length pooling on the floor at my feet.

"Step forward," he
said.

I obeyed, maneuvering so I
straddled the rope. He made a pleased noise, then circled me. I felt him behind
me, his incredible presence impossible to mistake or ignore, and closed my
eyes. Between my legs I felt my pulse fluttering as he crouched down. The rope
brushed over my skin as he fiddled with it, then he was pulling it back and up,
laying the two long tails of the rope on either side of my pussy lips. My mouth
went dry as he pulled the rope up through the crack of my ass and began to loop
it around over my skin, weaving the ends in and out of the spaces between the
knots at the front of my body. The rope slipped and slithered over me, an
intimate extension of his touch.

"Put your arms behind
you," he said. I did so.

His hand landed on  my ass in a
sharp spank, and I jumped and gasped, my pussy flooding with moisture.
"You've seen this before," he said. "Fold them behind you."

Swallowing hard, I did as I was
told, laying one forearm against the other, and he bound them together, tying
the rope around and around me in loops until my back arched. The ropes tied my
breasts down, making them bulge, and I was utterly immobilized from the waist
up.

"On your knees," Anton
said.

Shakily, I lowered myself to the
ground, my balance gone now that my upper body had been bound. I knelt on the
floor as Anton's hand drifted over his erection, still hidden in his trousers.
Lazily, he undid the button, and the slice of the zipper coming undone scraped
over my ears, sending shivers up and down my spine. Reaching inside his pants,
Anton pulled his cock out.

It was huge. Bigger than I
remembered, and hard as an iron bar, jutting out to meet me. I licked my lips
as Anton stepped forward.

"Suck it," he told me.

I opened my mouth and placed it
around his rod, closing my eyes in relief. He tasted good, hot and hard and
heavy against my tongue, the sweet musk of his skin filling my nose. Pressing
my lips around the head, I pushed forward and took as much of it as I could
inside my mouth. Then I swallowed and gave it a long, slow suck.

In front of me, Anton swayed on
his feet, the sensation of my lips on his cock too much for him. He'd missed me
as much as I'd missed him, and he confirmed my suspicions with a groan that
sounded like it had been dredged up from the depths of his belly. I pressed
forward again and again, swallowing his cock, hard and forceful, as though I
could pull the skin off with just the strength of my mouth, and Anton trembled
with each slow, torturous suck.

His hands wove into my hair,
pulling it back from my cheeks and holding my head still as he began to thrust
his hips into my face. His cock slid down my throat, and it felt good, filling
up the emptiness that had lived in me the month I had been gone. I trembled on
my knees, knowing I was at his mercy, but instead of the thread of fear that
had underpinned all our encounters so far, I felt safe. Warm and free, able to
let myself go. I closed my eyes and reveled in the feel of his cock thrusting
into my mouth. My breasts, bound with rope, bounced with his movements, and my
pussy was hot and ready, my clit standing at attention and just begging to be
played with.

Abruptly he pulled away and ran
his hands through my hair, a soothing gesture turned erotic as he stroked his
saliva-wet cock against my cheek, let the soft head caress my lips. Eagerly I
opened my mouth for more, but he twisted, denying me, and I couldn't help but
feel both disappointed and hopeful. My heart fluttered in my chest like a
trapped butterfly.

“Stand,” he said.

Dizzy with desire, I climbed to
my feet, far more difficult than kneeling down, and I stumbled. Anton reached
out and caught me, and the feel of his large, warm hands supporting me filled
me with a strange tenderness I couldn't describe. I swallowed and stood on my
own two feet, and his hands fell away.

For a long moment, he took me
in, standing bound before him. Then he stepped in and placed a sweet kiss at
the center of my forehead. I closed my eyes.

Gently he turned me around and guided
me back to the bed, helping me climb on. The rope chafed against my skin,
rubbing over my pussy lips as I walked, and when at last he pushed me down on
my knees and face, exposing my pussy to him, I wanted to cry with need. My
neglected cunt ached for him, and I quivered in anticipation of his entrance.

But he didn't.

“Beautiful,” he murmured from
behind me. I heard his clothes rustle, and I peeked between my legs to see him
kneeling on the floor so his face was inches from my pulsing pussy. It was the
middle of the afternoon, and there was no darkness for me to hide in. I was
completely exposed.

Abruptly he stood and rounded
the bed, coming to the other side, shedding clothes as he did so. When at last
he climbed into the bed and joined me he was completely nude. I itched to touch
his heated skin, run my fingers over him, but he knew his stuff. The more I
tugged at my bonds, the tighter they held.

He settled down on the bed next
to me and began to run his hands over my skin. I sighed and squirmed under his
touch as he stroked his fingertips down my back, over my arms, dipping over the
curve of my waist to brush against my stomach.

“Do you have any fantasies,
Felicia?” he asked me.

I blinked, too desire-drugged to
make sense of what he was asking me. “What?” I said.

He smiled, a real, genuine
smile. “Are there any fantasies you have?” he asked again. “Anything you would
like for me to make come true?”

I bit my lip and tried to think
through the pounding of blood in my head. What did I truly desire with Anton?
What did I truly want him to do to me?

I shook my head. “I have no
fantasies,” I said. “I'm just happy to be here.” And I smiled at myself, at my
own need. How little it took to make me happy. I just wanted to be with him, to
grow with him.

For a long moment he said
nothing, merely played idly with my nipples, gently stoking the fire inside my
belly as he let his hand wander where it would. I wondered if he were trying to
get me to fill up the silence, as if he thought I had been hiding something, but
it had been true. Besides, Anton was way better at dreaming up new things to do
than I was. I waited patiently for him to use me for his pleasure.

“Sit up,” he said at last,
withdrawing his hand. I did so, struggling back onto my knees without the help
of my bound hands. Between my legs, my pussy was soaking wet, hot and sticky. I
surreptitiously rubbed it over my heels, which did nothing to ease my
almost-painful arousal and only got my feet sticky as well as the inside of my
thighs.

Anton rose to his knees, running
his hands over my body. Gently he tugged at the ropes binding me. No matter
where he plucked, every other place where the ropes touched my skin became
erotically charged. He manipulated me like a marionette, and by the time he
untied the securing knot and slid the ropes from me I was panting and painfully
aroused. Ropes snaked over my skin as he untied me, until I was free and wild.

Reaching out, Anton slid his
arms around me and pulled me close. His skin on mine electrified me, and when
his cock probed my belly I thought I would collapse. Softly, he kissed me,
first on the forehead, then the cheeks and finally on my lips, a gentle,
nibbling caress. His huge warm hands spread out over my back, pulling me close.
My breasts rubbed over his chest, my nipples points of fire as I wrapped my
arms around his neck and moved my body against his, restless and needy.

Abruptly he pulled back and lay
down on the bed, stretching his arms over his head, laying his magnificent body
out before me like a banquet. The hard planes and sharp valleys invited my
fingers, called to my mouth. I wanted to taste every inch of him. His cock
jutted up from his crotch, his balls high and tight, as though he were about to
come at any second.

“Fuck me, Felicia,” he said.

I stared at him. Did... did he
mean it?

“You... you'd be all right with
that?” I asked him. He would truly give me control?

His Adam's apple bobbed as he
swallowed hard, and I could see how difficult this was, but he remained
immobile, spread out against the sheets. His breath came hard and fast. “Yes,”
he said after a moment. “Fuck me, Felicia. Climb on top of me and use me. I
want to see you come as you ride me.”

Oh my god,
I thought. I'd
never been in charge. Only a few times had I stolen control from him, and he'd
never reacted well.

“Trixie,” I said.

He blinked. “What?” he said.

“Trixie. Our safeword.”

Anton frowned, puzzled. He
hesitated for a second. “Why? Are you... are you not comfortable taking
control?”

I sat down next to him. “I want
to make sure
you
are. And I really mean it. You don't...” I waved my
hand. “You don't have to do this.”

His shoulders, tense, relaxed
almost imperceptibly. Reaching out, he cupped my face in his hand, running his
fingers over my throat, smoothing his thumb against my jaw. The gesture was so
tender, so sweet... it summoned a tightness in my chest and a lump in my
throat.

Don't cry, you big sop,
I
told myself. There are probably few bigger turnoffs than a crying wife. I
mean... someone's into it, I'm sure, but I didn't want to risk it. I touched
his hand with mine, warmth spreading out over my skin. “Are you sure?”

That faint Buddha smile again,
but this time I knew it was genuine. “I trust you,” he said.

My heart cracked a bit, sending
something sweet and sad through me, but I shoved it away. This was it. This
would make or break us.

I swung my leg over him and
straddled his thighs. Between my legs his cock stood straight and straining,
pulsing slightly with the beat of his heart. I reached out and ran my fingers
over it, feeling the velvety skin slide over the steel hidden inside. He hissed
between his teeth, his hips jerking a little, but he held still. Leaning down,
I put my lips to his cock and bathed it with my tongue.

His breathing became faster and
faster, the muscles of his thighs tensing and releasing as I worked his
erection. The sweet taste of precum curled in my mouth as I ran my lips over
the soft head. Reaching down, I cupped his balls in my hand, weighing them,
feeling them tighten as I put his cock in my mouth.

“God, Felicia,” he ground out,
“if you don't stop that this is going to be over quickly.”

I glanced at him and gave him a
coy smile. “Did you miss me so badly you didn't even touch yourself?” I asked
him. “Jacking off just couldn't compare?”

“Yes,” he said.

“You got it bad,” I said,
impressed. I have never known a guy who could go more than a few days without
jacking it.

“Probably,” he said, the word
ending in a groan when I sucked his balls into my mouth. Not wanting to waste a
good hard cock, I abandoned my oral practice and moved up, dragging my wet
pussy up his leg. His breath was ragged when I finally angled the lips of my
cunt over his erection and soaked him with my juices in preparation.

“Are you ready?” I asked him as
I braced my hands on his hips.

“Yes,” he said.

I pushed him inside.

Oh, god, it felt
good.
Amazing.
Better than amazing. The tension in my body immediately released as he slipped
inside me with a stretching sensation that bordered on pain. My head lolled on
my limp neck as I sank down onto his cock, my heart hammering in my chest, my
pussy already clenching around him in anticipation of my next orgasm. Moving a
hand from his hip, I stroked it over my clit in small, tight circles, my
slippery fingertip sending waves of pleasure out over my body, spiraling
through my loosening thighs. Just having him inside me was almost enough to
make me come.