Billionaire Kink by Virginia Wade

mob? Are they gonna bust my kneecaps? Pull
out my fingernails? Hum?” I grasped his cock, positioning it beneath me. “If
this doesn’t work, I’ll suck you till I’m blue in the face.” I felt him breach
the tight bands of my hole, stretching me to impossible breadths. This position
allowed me to slowly ease down on him, taking a tiny portion at a time.
Whatever discomfort I felt was quickly forgotten, as he stroked me deeply, his
cock lodged in my anal cavity. I held nothing back, fucking him senseless,
driving low and deep. A look of pain etched across his features. He was fighting
his orgasm. He refused to give in, and I refused to let up, working him like
the possessed woman I was. “Oh, God,” I breathed. “Do it! I know you want to.
Cum in me!”
    “Fuck you!”
    “Fine,” I laughed. “I can do this all
night.” My breasts bounced and jiggled with the motion of my hips. The friction
of our bodies had created a layer of perspiration between us. I rode him like a
bull at the rodeo, digging my fingertips into his belly and bouncing over him,
driving that shaft in even deeper. “Oh, God, James. It’s so good.” The pressure
was immense. My sensitive clit was so swollen it brushed against his pelvis,
igniting a distracting tingling. A second orgasm was a distinct possibility.
    “No!” His handsome facial features
were pinched in agony.
    “Oh, yes.” Triumph soared through me;
the thrill of victory was at hand. He wouldn’t be able to hold it off much
longer. I tweaked his nipples, pulling on them and twisting them with little
remorse.
    He fought against his restraints,
rattling the chains. “You fucking bitch!” He threw his head back and groaned.
His hips bucked up to try to dislodge me, but I squeezed him between my thighs,
holding him in place.
    “James!” I was breathless from
working him, my bottom smarting with the effects of his cock. Reaching behind me,
I grasped his balls, pulling the soft sacs away from his body. “Oh, fuck me,
James. Ooohhh …” I shuddered with pleasure, the orgasm
forcing my head back.
    “Goddammit!” He thrust upwards,
stiffening. He jetted his seed into my anal cavity, flooding me with heat.
    “I got you now, Mr. Gordon.” A wicked
smile lit my eyes. I lay on his chest, exhausted, yet happy beyond measure. I
listened to his heart beating, relishing the contact. I kissed his neck,
tasting the saltiness of his perspiration. This might be the last time I was
ever this close to him. His diminishing cock slid out of my ass. I moved hair
away from his forehead. “Are you really mad?”
    “Untie me.”
    “Kiss me.”
    “No.”
    “It might be asking a lot,
considering everything that’s happened, but can we date?” He snorted in reply. “I’d
like to be with you…get to know you.”
    “You’re outta your goddamned mind.”
    I threaded my fingers through his
hair, feeling perspiration. “Why not?”
    “I’m going to ruin you, remember?”
    “As far as I can tell you’re not
dating anyone.”
    “Untie me.”
    I stared at him for a long moment,
knowing this was the end. There was nothing else I could do or say that would
make any difference now. I had expected his rejection, but to actually hear it
was disheartening. I slid from the bed, snatching the robe off the carpet.
Tears threatened, and I didn’t want to embarrass myself anymore than I had
already. I disappeared into the bathroom, washing up and dressing quickly. I
had realized my obsession tonight, but now I felt nothing but grief and depression.
Some warped part of my mind thought that once we had made love he would profess
his desire to be with me. I’m a damn fool .
I braced myself before leaving the room.
    He stared at me as I approached the
bed. “Get these fucking things off.” He pulled on the binds.
    “Goodbye, Mr. Gordon.” I stepped from
the room feeling horrible. I had gotten what I wanted tonight. I had conquered
the beast and won, but why did it feel like I had just lost? I