My White Billionaire Bundle (BWWM Billionaire Romance) by Claire Fenton

him.

    “Good,” he said, looking down into my eyes. “Very good. Eagerness, very exciting. You’ll do great tonight.”

    “Will I be wearing…” I said.

    “Your leash and collar?” he said.

    I swallowed. They were now my leash and collar. I felt a twinge from my slit. That primal part of me knew what came with putting on the collar. It remembered servicing him. It remembered him mounting me from behind. I touched my neck, the feel of the collar choking me while he rammed home.

    “Of course,” he said. “I can’t have my pretty little bitch strutted around without her full regalia. That wouldn’t be presentable.” His voice took on a deep gravel timbre, that voice he gets when he wants me.

    “Is that how you want me?” I said, my voice teasing him. “Obedient and on all fours? Ready to service that huge cock of yours?”

    “Naughty little bitch,” he said. He pressed himself against me, the fullness of his erection evidence of his excitement. His prick extended down one pant leg of the tux, lifting it away from his leg. His hand went around my waist and he kissed me deeply. His tongue swept into my mouth, an oar steering the ship of our lust.

    “How are some men born with so many gifts?” I said. My hands went to his rock hard chest, fingers splayed to take in the magnificent breadth of it. It seemed to go on forever in each direction, an horizon of virile masculinity. I wanted to know each ripple of muscle, each crevasse in his flesh. My hands wrapped around behind his jacket and dropped lower. His ass was amazing, and I felt it flex under my fingertips.

    “Just lucky, I guess,” he said, grinning. He kissed his way down my neck, his teeth grazing my shoulder. His hands went behind my back. His fingertips pressed against the thin fabric of my dress, the grooves and ridges of my spine like keys on a piano. “Though I have to admit, I am torn,” he whispered against my neck.

    “Torn about what?” I said, gasping as his big strong hands scooped up my ass. My legs separated and wrapped around his waist, my ankles locking together behind him. “Let me guess,” I said. “You’re not sure how you want to take me first.”

    He got that look in his eyes, the one that told me soon he would be on top of me, behind me, inside me. He lowered me, my aching crotch rubbing against his hard cock through his pants. He stared at me intently, his whole focus on me. “I’m always sure of what I want. Whether it’s business or pleasure, I know what I want.” He punctuated this sentiment by pressing against so hard I could have taken his pulse with my clit. “But I’m not an animal. I have to think of the expectations of society. Decorum, if you will.”

    “Sometimes you’re an animal,” I said. My need for him was threatening to burn me up inside. I thrust a hand down between us, snaking into his pants. I found my prize, teasing my fingers through his trimmed undergrowth. He was like a marble pillar, fully engorged and ready for me. His tip was leaking pre-cum, his balls unable to control the need to spill their contents. “I think you have less control over yourself than you think,” I said, my hand dipping lower and caressing his heavy balls.

    “It’s time to get ready,” he said, his hands lowering me.

    “What?” I protested, my legs unwrapping, my pussy screaming for him. I was dizzy with my need for him. Now to go unfulfilled was just unthinkable. It was cruel. I smiled coyly, my finger and thumb seizing his zipper. “Maybe just a taste?” I said as I lowered it. I could see his dragon begin to spill out from his castle.

    “It’s time to get ready, Tina,” he said, pulling his zipper back up. “What you feel right now, that’s good. Use it,” he said, tipping my chin up towards his face. “You’re so beautiful right now.”

    I looked up at him, his dark eyes seeing right into my soul. “But we’ll be together later?” I said, biting my lip.

    “Yes,” he