The Billionaire's Embrace
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I slid my hand between her legs, lightly stroking her wet flesh. Her hips jerked. I held her down with my free hand on her hip, pressing her into the mattress. She would move when I wanted her to move, take pleasure when I wanted her to, come when I felt like being generous. Her body was mine to command, and we both knew it.
“Carter,” she said, but stopped herself there, lips clamped together. My good girl. She knew not to speak—not now. The time for that had passed.
I settled on my belly, a penitent before her, my feet dangling off the end of her bed, and set about making her forget her own name.
She was slick to the touch, hot and swollen, and I easily slid two fingers into her and curled them toward me. I could feel every minute movement she made, every twitch and flutter, and she was taut as a tightrope, wound up like a spring. Her body was an open book. It would be so easy to bring her over the edge. A few more strokes with my thumb, a twist of the wrist, and that would be it. Not yet. The waiting, the teasing, making her forget about everything except the pleasure I wrung from her body: those were my favorite things about sex, and I intended to draw them out as long as possible.
Although. Maybe there was a way to give her what she wanted, while giving me what I wanted as well.
There was a small table beside the bed, with a lamp on it, and a drawer in the front. A likely suspect. I leaned over, reaching out my arm to open the drawer, and extended my neck to peer inside.
As I had hoped, there was a shiny silver vibrator, the kind shaped like an over-sized bullet.
I fished it out, and when Regan saw what I held in my hand, she flushed and made an abortive movement with both hands. If she wasn’t tied up, I thought that she probably would have covered her face. “Oh, no,” she moaned.
“Oh, yes,” I said, grinning. This was going to be fun.
I switched on the vibrator and thumbed the control to set it to a steady buzz. Regan watched me, eyes wide. I moved it between her legs and touched it to her clit, and she squeezed her eyes shut and moaned.
Perfect.
I held the vibrator in place with my left hand, and slid two fingers of my right hand back into the hot clutch of her body. Her thighs shook, fine tremors running along the muscles, and she had turned her wrists to grasp the scarves tying her to the bed, holding onto them for support, knuckles white. She was so close to losing control, and I wanted to see it happen, to watch her abandon all dignity and throw herself into the mindless pleasure I offered with both hands.
“You’re trying so hard to hold on,” I said, kissing her thigh, fingers working inside her. “Let go. I want you to come all over my hand.”
“No,” she moaned, tossing her head.
“You don’t get to make these decisions, little girl,” I said. I circled the vibrator over her clit again, slowly and firmly, and she arched against me and came, clenching around my fingers and shaking like a leaf.
Oh, she was wonderful. I rolled my hips against the bed, seeking some relief for my throbbing cock. I could wait, of course, but it was never easy. I held the vibrator where it was, working Regan through her orgasm, and as she came down, muscles relaxing, she flinched away from the buzzing, over-sensitive. I didn’t move it.
“Carter,” she whined, drawing her knees up, twisting her hips, doing her best to escape the merciless vibrations, but she was trapped, tied in place, and I had no pity. I left the vibrator right where it was, and began thrusting into her with my right hand, feeling her so wet and hot around me. I saw in her expression the moment she realized that I wouldn’t give her any time to recover: a sweet, overcome grimace, and then she closed her eyes and turned her face to the side, biting down hard on her lower lip, trying and failing to hold back her high-pitched whimpers.
I could only imagine how it felt: delicious torment, the pleasure almost more than she could handle, her body overwhelmed by the powerful sensations. She trembled, toes curling and uncurling, hands flexing compulsively around the scarves.
I turned up the vibrations.
Her knees rose into the air again, thighs closing around my arms, a defensive reflex, and futile. I wasn’t going to let her go. “Please,” she gasped out, and I wondered which she meant: Please stop, or please keep going?
It didn’t matter; I had no intention of stopping.
She writhed on the bed, tossing her head from side to side, moving her pelvis toward me and then away. I increased the vibrations yet again, and her body lifted in a perfect arch, mouth hanging open, and she came again, in long, slow waves.
I didn’t stop.
I held the vibrator where it was, as she came and as she came down, the tremors finally easing, and as she fought against her restraints, struggling to escape the sweet torment between her legs.
She opened her eyes and looked at me, pupils blown. “I can’t,” she said. “Will you—stop.”
“Safeword,” I said. “Safeword and I’ll stop.”
“I can’t,” she said. “Please. Please stop.”
“Safeword,” I insisted, and she turned her head away from me and didn’t.
Fuck. She wanted it. My cock throbbed in my trousers, hard as iron. I could have fucked her right then, unzipped my pants and shoved into her, taken her, claimed her.
I didn’t. I wanted to make her come again.
I shut off the vibrator and set it aside. Regan made a relieved noise, and I smiled to myself, amused that she thought this would be any sort of respite. Leaving my right hand where it was, buried deep within her, I bent and set my mouth to her dripping slit.
She moaned loudly, her thighs clamping around my head. She had a heady, musky scent that filled my nostrils and coated my tongue, and I buried my face against her, drinking it in. I couldn’t get enough of her. I licked her with the flat of my tongue in long, languid strokes, tasting the full length of her.
“Carter,” she moaned, straining against me, and hearing her say my name like that made me feel like a god.
I moved my mouth to her clit and sucked on it, teasing with teeth and tongue, and it throbbed in time with her heartbeat. She was so close. She was almost there.
I stayed there, licking and sucking at her, until I thought I would explode if I delayed any longer; and then I turned on the vibrator again, and held it just there, right where she needed it.
She let out a wail and went to pieces beneath me.
It went on for a long time, convulsions rolling through her, her face screwed up in joyful agony, her limbs shaking.
“Carter,” she said, but stopped herself there, lips clamped together. My good girl. She knew not to speak—not now. The time for that had passed.
I settled on my belly, a penitent before her, my feet dangling off the end of her bed, and set about making her forget her own name.
She was slick to the touch, hot and swollen, and I easily slid two fingers into her and curled them toward me. I could feel every minute movement she made, every twitch and flutter, and she was taut as a tightrope, wound up like a spring. Her body was an open book. It would be so easy to bring her over the edge. A few more strokes with my thumb, a twist of the wrist, and that would be it. Not yet. The waiting, the teasing, making her forget about everything except the pleasure I wrung from her body: those were my favorite things about sex, and I intended to draw them out as long as possible.
Although. Maybe there was a way to give her what she wanted, while giving me what I wanted as well.
There was a small table beside the bed, with a lamp on it, and a drawer in the front. A likely suspect. I leaned over, reaching out my arm to open the drawer, and extended my neck to peer inside.
As I had hoped, there was a shiny silver vibrator, the kind shaped like an over-sized bullet.
I fished it out, and when Regan saw what I held in my hand, she flushed and made an abortive movement with both hands. If she wasn’t tied up, I thought that she probably would have covered her face. “Oh, no,” she moaned.
“Oh, yes,” I said, grinning. This was going to be fun.
I switched on the vibrator and thumbed the control to set it to a steady buzz. Regan watched me, eyes wide. I moved it between her legs and touched it to her clit, and she squeezed her eyes shut and moaned.
Perfect.
I held the vibrator in place with my left hand, and slid two fingers of my right hand back into the hot clutch of her body. Her thighs shook, fine tremors running along the muscles, and she had turned her wrists to grasp the scarves tying her to the bed, holding onto them for support, knuckles white. She was so close to losing control, and I wanted to see it happen, to watch her abandon all dignity and throw herself into the mindless pleasure I offered with both hands.
“You’re trying so hard to hold on,” I said, kissing her thigh, fingers working inside her. “Let go. I want you to come all over my hand.”
“No,” she moaned, tossing her head.
“You don’t get to make these decisions, little girl,” I said. I circled the vibrator over her clit again, slowly and firmly, and she arched against me and came, clenching around my fingers and shaking like a leaf.
Oh, she was wonderful. I rolled my hips against the bed, seeking some relief for my throbbing cock. I could wait, of course, but it was never easy. I held the vibrator where it was, working Regan through her orgasm, and as she came down, muscles relaxing, she flinched away from the buzzing, over-sensitive. I didn’t move it.
“Carter,” she whined, drawing her knees up, twisting her hips, doing her best to escape the merciless vibrations, but she was trapped, tied in place, and I had no pity. I left the vibrator right where it was, and began thrusting into her with my right hand, feeling her so wet and hot around me. I saw in her expression the moment she realized that I wouldn’t give her any time to recover: a sweet, overcome grimace, and then she closed her eyes and turned her face to the side, biting down hard on her lower lip, trying and failing to hold back her high-pitched whimpers.
I could only imagine how it felt: delicious torment, the pleasure almost more than she could handle, her body overwhelmed by the powerful sensations. She trembled, toes curling and uncurling, hands flexing compulsively around the scarves.
I turned up the vibrations.
Her knees rose into the air again, thighs closing around my arms, a defensive reflex, and futile. I wasn’t going to let her go. “Please,” she gasped out, and I wondered which she meant: Please stop, or please keep going?
It didn’t matter; I had no intention of stopping.
She writhed on the bed, tossing her head from side to side, moving her pelvis toward me and then away. I increased the vibrations yet again, and her body lifted in a perfect arch, mouth hanging open, and she came again, in long, slow waves.
I didn’t stop.
I held the vibrator where it was, as she came and as she came down, the tremors finally easing, and as she fought against her restraints, struggling to escape the sweet torment between her legs.
She opened her eyes and looked at me, pupils blown. “I can’t,” she said. “Will you—stop.”
“Safeword,” I said. “Safeword and I’ll stop.”
“I can’t,” she said. “Please. Please stop.”
“Safeword,” I insisted, and she turned her head away from me and didn’t.
Fuck. She wanted it. My cock throbbed in my trousers, hard as iron. I could have fucked her right then, unzipped my pants and shoved into her, taken her, claimed her.
I didn’t. I wanted to make her come again.
I shut off the vibrator and set it aside. Regan made a relieved noise, and I smiled to myself, amused that she thought this would be any sort of respite. Leaving my right hand where it was, buried deep within her, I bent and set my mouth to her dripping slit.
She moaned loudly, her thighs clamping around my head. She had a heady, musky scent that filled my nostrils and coated my tongue, and I buried my face against her, drinking it in. I couldn’t get enough of her. I licked her with the flat of my tongue in long, languid strokes, tasting the full length of her.
“Carter,” she moaned, straining against me, and hearing her say my name like that made me feel like a god.
I moved my mouth to her clit and sucked on it, teasing with teeth and tongue, and it throbbed in time with her heartbeat. She was so close. She was almost there.
I stayed there, licking and sucking at her, until I thought I would explode if I delayed any longer; and then I turned on the vibrator again, and held it just there, right where she needed it.
She let out a wail and went to pieces beneath me.
It went on for a long time, convulsions rolling through her, her face screwed up in joyful agony, her limbs shaking.
