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

said.

    “When?” I said, squirming.

    “Not soon enough,” he said, kissing me deeply.

    I smelled his cologne, savored the hard press of his lips against mine. I could do this. “What do I need to do to get ready?”

    “Come into my bedroom,” he said, taking me by the hand. We walked into his bedroom and he turned on the light. On his bed several items were laid out.

    “Oh,” I cooed, walking over to a large red leather corset. “This is beautiful.” I ran my hands down the hardened shiny leather, feeling each smooth contour. The laces were white woven silk. It was heavy and solid with triple reinforced stitching.  

    “I knew you’d like it,” he said, his voice hinting that he was pleased with himself. “Have you ever worn a corset?”

    “No,” I said. “Help me put it on!” I peeled off my clothes, leaving them behind without a second thought. I stepped into the top and pulled it up into place, my boobs sliding perfectly into place.

    “Like a glove,” he said. “I’m going to tighten the laces now. You’re going to feel pressure, and it will be a little harder to breath. But don’t panic, your body will adjust.”

    I heard whirring as silk slid through the grommets and the corset tightened. I concentrated on my breathing, keeping it steady despite the feeling of being a python’s lunch. Then it stopped getting tighter and Mr. Stannis tied it off. It no longer felt crushing, it just felt like I was being held. It felt like armor, like I was being protected.

    “All done,” he said. “How does it feel?”

    “It feels strange. Different, but good. Different for sure,” I said. My bare nethers stood out starkly, my puffy pussy lips bare to the cool air of the room. My dampness ran a cool streak down one thigh. I looked back on the bed and saw the rest of my outfit. I picked up the tail plug. My tail plug. “Would you be so kind?” I said, handing it to him. I crawled onto the bed on all fours.

    “With pleasure,” he said. He opened his mouth, his tongue emerging to slather the silicone knob end with his saliva. He put one knee on the bed and bent down.

    “Oh!” I gasped as his mouth pressed in between my ass cheeks.  

    “Mmmmphmm,” he grunted. His tongue darted out, licking and rimming my tight asshole. He pressed the tip of his tongue at my entrance and wiggled delightfully, sending waves of pleasure through me. His hands pulled my asscheeks apart, spreading me open for him.  

    “Please,” I said. I felt my pussy dripping with anticipation, eager for him to mount me. The rhythm of our bodies, the crushing weight of him on top of me.  

    “No,” he said.

    “Please,” I begged. I didn’t care if I sounded pathetic, this was too much for anyone to take.

    “I said no,” he said. Then his hot tongue was replaced by the cooler plug of my tail. He spat down between my ass cheeks and pressed the tail forward.

    I stuck my fingers in my mouth and sucked, like I was instructed. My sphincter relented, and the plug slid up inside me. The tail lay against the backs of my thighs. “Thanks,” I said, hoping he caught my displeasure at this ceaseless teasing.

    “This isn’t easy for me either, Tina,” he said, his hand brushing against my cheek. “You have no idea how badly I want you. How badly I need you. But if we start that now, it will be hours before I’m done with you,” he said.

    Hearing those words made me weak at the knees and I had to steady myself against the bed. “I’ve never been to a party like this,” I said.

    “Very few people have,” he said, putting on my collar and leash. “And the pageant tonight should be something spectacular.”

    “When does it all start?” I said.

    A large bell rang three times from right above us on the roof. A low, droning sound.

    “It just did. The old fire bell system, now used for more celebratory purposes,” he said. “Until dawn, the building is sealed. No one in or out. Every guest is here for the