by Amber Heart
Noticing me staring at his cock, he reaches out his hand, “Come, my beauty,” he smiles, as I take his hand while he pulls me off of the couch, until I am on my knees in front of him.
His cock almost touches my lips. I can smell his musky male odor and it drives me wild. A drip of fluid escapes from the slit, and I lose all control by flicking my tongue at the end of his cock, savoring the salty taste in my mouth. The flavor opens up the floodgates as, in turn, open my mouth as wide as possible to engulf the whole tip in my wet cavern. My actions elicit a moan from him, his first sign of lack of control. This drives my passions on as I force my head down, taking as much of the thick shaft in my mouth as I can, until I start to gag as the tip of his dick rests at the back of my throat.
His hand is on the back of my head, directing me. He pulls his cock back out until just the tip is nestled in my mouth, before he thrusts it back into my face until it is once more lodged in my throat. Soon he has a steady rhythm as his stiff cock slips easily in and out of my wet lips. Almost of their own accord, my fingers have found my clit and I frantically rub at the sensitive bud, as he fucks my mouth. I have a sudden urge to taste him, to drink his seed, so I increase the suction in an attempt to receive my reward.
Suddenly he pulls away, my mouth making a little popping sound as his cock slips out, my lips still the shape of an O. He reaches down and effortlessly scoops me up in his arms and lays me back on the couch. Pushing my legs open as he his head dives between them, I feel his warm, wet tongue flicking the full length of my labia lips. Oh my, I could have an orgasm any moment, I feel so fucking sexy. His tongue licks at my clit and he pushes a finger up into my wetness.
My body shivers at his finger moving around in my pussy. I hear the squelching of my wetness as he pulls his finger out. I am so very wet below. I feel bereft in my pussy and I want it filled again, and I tell him.
“Fuck me, please fuck me,” I’m almost begging him. I don’t care that I sound like a easy lay, I just need to be fucked.
He moves up my body, his lips planting little kisses all the way up until his face is level with mine, his cock nestling against the folds of my cunt. He kisses me hard on the lips and I can taste myself on him, but I don't care, it just drives me even wilder with passion.
Suddenly, he pushes up with his hips and thrusts his cock all the way inside of me, until the tip is banging against my cervix. The pain is exquisite and I press myself down onto him, increasing the pleasure. I’m so wet he easily slips up me. I squeeze my pussy walls around his girth and he moans appreciatively. I want to keep it there, and never let it go.
My eyes wander to his face and I gaze at him, a small smile plays on his lips, but that’s the only emotion he displays. He has complete control of himself, and of me too. I love it.
As his body lays on top of mine, I realize that I still have my shoes on. I think he wanted that, he clearly does like a feminine pair of heels.
I rock my hips in time with his thrusting, his cock is so thick and stiff that it hurts, but not in a bad way, the pain only adds pleasure to my desire as we fuck.
His hands are on my tits, squeezing hard with his fingers digging into the soft flesh. I know he will leave bruises but I don’t care, he can leave his mark on me to indicate I’m his property. Soon, his fingers find my stiff nipples and he pulls and twists at them, shooting waves of lust from the end of my tits and right on down my body, into my cunt, which spasms around his cock. He grunts out his passion as his dick expands, stretching me even further. His face no longer calm and composed, but lined with lust and desire as his orgasm approaches. The extra thickness of his cock pushes me over the edge and my orgasm thunders through me, wracking my body with spasms as I ride his spurting dick, and he pumps his seed into me. His hand clamps over my mouth, stifling my screams of ecstasy.
He slumps down on top of me, pinning me to the couch as we both lie there together completely, sated and satisfied.
Jeez, I have never in my life experienced an orgasm as strong as that. My body is dripping with sweat and I remain as lightheaded as when I was brought into this room. I’m a quivering mess. I just got fucked by my boss.
First he kneels back on the floor and kisses my ankles. Then he slowly dresses, and thanks me.
“I have been so wrapped up in my work for many weeks, that I forgot to have some fun. You just reminded me, Ruby, why I like a woman with expensive tastes. Will you join me for dinner?”
Stretched Wide In The Club
Billionaire BDSM Erotica
By Amber Heart
Jane was supposed to be celebrating her twentieth birthday, but this club wasn’t doing it for her. Her group of friends were all out there in the crowd dancing, and Jane looked around from a table at the back. She’d quite liked it until the music started,
She wasn’t a dancer, no co-ordination and she didn’t enjoy the dance scene. She’d have preferred to stay home reading a sexy book. Still, she packed all her assets into super tight jeans and a glitter bra, then donned the tall block-heeled platform shoes which added some badly needed height, and out she’d come with them.
The reason Jane had really wanted to come tonight was to get some sex, or at least meet a man with future possibilities. Study and her job had kept her so busy lately, she needed an orgasm or two. But not one male in this club caught her eye tonight. Not one. Her single girlfriends were all grinding on the floor with males, and a few men had come to ask Jane to dance.
None of the males around her age in here did it for her. She had to at least feel some attraction before she could think about having sex. Jane guessed she’d just go home. They wouldn’t even notice she’d gone. Likely be a relief to them because they wouldn’t have to keep coming back to check on her. Tonight just wasn’t her night.
Jane stood to leave the most exclusive club in the city. It was a waste of a spot, one of the folk who’d lined up out in the cold for hours could take her spot. Home beckoned and she could have the music she liked with a cup of tea.
Just then a leather-clad drinks waiter came up and placed a glass of champagne on her table. “Compliments of the owner.”
“I’m just leaving thanks.”
“He’d like you to stay.”
Jane imagined an overweight, sweaty, bad-breathed man with a God complex and shook her head. “No thanks. I don’t really drink bubbles.” Jane picked up the glass and handed it to a young woman who was walking past. “Here, you want a free drink? It’s yours.” The woman smiled, grabbed the drink and kept going.
The waitress stood there with an open mouth. “You do know who the owner is, don’t you?”
“Not really. But I’m not in the mood to stay any longer. Tell him thanks, but I’m all partied out for tonight.”
“If you say so. He rarely sends out drinks and bitches come in here just hoping to get up there.” She indicated the spiral stairs at the end of the club. Above was darkened glass.
“He sits up there and watches everyone. That’s pretty creepy.”
“It’s for the security team, but the boss is also around in case of trouble.”
“Okay. Not something I need to know. See ya.” Jane walked away. She weaved her way through the crowd and towards the front doors. It would be nice to get this ridiculous outfit off and snuggle up in her fleecy pyjamas.
She smiled at the thought of how different she’d look to now. No wonder I can’t get laid. But this clubbing thing was her friends idea not hers. If she wanted to hide under a rock she could. Once this semester was over, she’d have more time, and money to spend on more personal pursuits.
Jane stepped into the club foyer out of the noise. Two men dressed in black came down the stairs out there. Jane hadn’t noticed the staircase when she came in. She looked at them and saw they were staring at her. “Boss wants to see you before you leave.”
“I’ve already said no.”
“Boss doesn’t take no for an answer.” They each grabbed an arm and lifted Jane off the floor and carri
ed her up the stairs.
“Hey, put me down.”
They never said a word just took her upstairs, through a door and sat her down on a large leather chair. “He’ll be in shortly.”
“This is crazy.”
One of them smiled a weird smile, and they left. She heard the click of the door lock
Jane was not very happy this stage. Who the Hell does he think he is? She got up to have a look around the room. Lots of big wooden chests of draws and cupboards. Nothing worth looking at that’s for sure.
A door at the back of the club opened and in stepped a tall, broad, suit-clad man and Jane sucked in her breath. Wow. Just wow. He was immaculately groomed and more handsome than any man she’d seen in real life. He looked like a cover of a magazine coming towards her. His clear blue-eyed stare went straight to her loins.
“Hi, I was just looking around.”
“Are you cold?” His deep voice sent a thrill down her spine.
“No. Not at all.” Jane hoped her voice didn’t quiver like her insides were.
He approached swiftly and was in her space before she could draw a shocked breath. God, he was gorgeous and smelled divine. Sweet and spicy all at once. Jane throbbed where she had no right to throb with a man she’d just laid eyes on.
“Not cold? Why are these hard then?” He rubbed his fingers over her nipples through her silky glitter bra-top and gave a tweak.
Jane almost fell over with surprise and desire. “I…I…” She couldn’t think of a single thing to say.
“I don’t much like being refused when I send down eighty-dollar glasses of champagne.” He frowned and moved in closer. Plucking her bottom lip down with his thumb and letting it pop back up when he let it go.
“I’m…I’m sorry. I just thought it was cheap sparkling wine.”
“You think a billionaire would send that crap?”
Jane swallowed. “B…billionaire?”
“That’s right, Jane. I wanted you and you refused.”
“How do you know my name?” Jane couldn’t move away because the wall was now against her back.
“My club. I make it my business to know who I want to know.”
“Why would you want to know me?” Jane’s heart was racing and she could feel a thin sweat prickle across her brow.
“Because you are the only one down there who looked like they weren’t having fun. That’s not acceptable in my club. Everyone must have fun.” He moved his hand lower down her bare belly and over her aching pussy. “Especially me.”
“I don’t understand.” Jane did understand but she still couldn’t believe it. Why would this man want to be with her?
He kissed her lips, light and soft. Jane didn’t want to enjoy that, but she did. She didn’t even know his name and he was giving her more sexual pleasure than she’d had for a long time. Maybe ever. His presence was strong, no-nonsense, and clearly no was not in his book of answers he liked.
Jane opened her mouth a little and his tongue slipped in and teased the edge of her tongue. At the same time he rubbed his hand over her pussy and she squirmed just a little because he had her pressed so hard against the wall now, she could barely move.
He pulled back from the kiss. “Your mouth tastes good. I bet your pussy is dripping and tastes good too.”
“Who are you?”
“You don’t need to know that yet. You’ll find out in due course. All you need to call me is Master.”
“Master?”
“That’s right. You came here for sex. You’re going to get fucked hard by me, in any way I desire.”
Her heartbeat ramped up another notch. “You can’t force me.”
He laughed deep and slightly scary. “I won’t be forcing you. You’ll be begging me for it.”
“This is crazy. Let me out right now.”
He stood up, backed away from here a little. “Yes. Of course. How stupid of me. Come on. This way.”
Jane gave a sigh of relief. He’d been joking around. Thank God.
He held her hand very tight, and led her through a doorway on the side wall. But she realised too late it wasn’t a way out. It was the way in to what could only be described as a BDSM playroom.
“What’re you doing? I’d like to go home.” Jane had never taken part in anything to do with bondage or discipline.
“No, you don’t. You’ll be safe.” He was behind her now, pulling both her arms back and holding them at the wrists while he caught them up quickly in silk bindings. “If you can honestly tell me you aren’t more turned on than you’ve ever been, I’ll let you go.”
Jane swallowed hard because she was more turned on than ever, and she had come here hoping to get sex. This was different but maybe it would be the best sex ever. “D…Do I get a safe-word?” She heard about those, and read about them in the sexy books she had stashed on her eReader.
“But of course. I’m an expert, and I’ll make every part of you sing.”
“I’m not sure…”
“That’s what makes it dangerous and fun, Jane.”
“Will it hurt?”
“Yes. But I won’t hurt you. You’ll beg me for more.” He ran his fingers down her face and cupped underneath her chin. “I’m used to getting what I want, Jane, but I won’t force you.”
Jane sucked in a breath. What would he make her do? What would he do to her? She wanted sex so badly now. If she walked away, from this man, perhaps she’d never get another chance. It had been one of her secret fantasies for a while.
“So, Jane. Would you like to try? If you want me to stop at any time, simply say ‘stop’ and I will.”
Jane nodded and he squeezed her cheeks with one hand and kissed her open mouth hard. Not too hard, but enough to give her weak knees. She was wet between her legs. Wetter than she’d ever been before sex.
He broke the harsh kiss and smiled. “First we need to get you out of those clothes so I can see what will be the best outfit for you. Or perhaps you should just stay naked. We’ll see.” He held her hands above her head with the ends of the bindings. “I do think I’d like to get at all of your body, so we might just suspend you here.”
He walked her over to the middle of the floor, hooked the ends of silk material through a heavy metal loop hanging from a chain from the ceiling. He pulled and Jane’s arms went up above her head, her toes just reaching the floor.
The Master walked to the counter top and carried back a large pair of scissors. “Let me look at you, Jane. I think your breasts will be just how I like them. Large and pale. I like to see the red marks as I go. That turns me on. Makes me hard. Then I can fuck you.”
“Okay.” Jane breathed heavy, she wasn’t sure if it was excitement or fear.
“When you speak, you call me Master.”
“Yes…M…Master.”
It felt weird to call anyone that.
“Very good.” He snipped a couple of times and her glitter bra fell to the floor. “Don’t worry. If you want to be my regular pet, I’ll buy you all the clothing you’ll need. Anything you want.” He held each of her breasts in his hands. He lifted them and tested the weight. “Mmmmm. Perfect. You are quite perfect, Jane.”
“Thank you, Master.” Jane felt the blush run up her cheeks. No one had ever told her she was perfect before. Her arms ached a little but not as much as she ached for him to touch her.
“I think you can have a very special treat for those gorgeous, rosy nipples. Very sensitive, aren’t they?” he pulled and gently twisted on them and Jane squirmed with need. This alone was torture.
“Yes, Master.”
“Good girl.” He walked off again the counter and opened a drawer. Jane looked around the room at the gear. She didn’t know what half of it was for. Some of it looked positively scary. “Now, I think these will perfect but before we fit them, I’ll explore a little more.”
He undid her very tight jeans and pulled them down along with her skimpy panties. “I can smell you already. I can’t wait to feel how tight you are, J
ane. Have you ever had a real man inside you?”
“No.”
He turned her around and slapped one ass cheek and she cried out from the sting.
“No, Master.”
“No…Master.”
“I’m going to bind your breasts with leather strap. Jane, I want your nipples full and jutting out for me.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Are you okay? You aren’t scared?”
“I’m okay, Master.” Jane was okay. She was more than okay. Her whole body tingled with need for him to touch her again.
“I knew you would be. I could tell you were bored with those young boys down there. You need to be properly fucked. Every hole should be used for pleasure. For my pleasure and for yours.”
“Yes, Master.”
The Master pulled some thin leather strapping from his pocket and wound it around her left breast first. It pointed outwards, the nipple and areola engorged and fully protruding. Jane could feel the movement of air as the Master proceeds to bind her right breast.
Soon both her tits jutted out at an angle from each other, the blood trapped forward and her nipples throbbed and ached harder than she’d ever known before. He leaned in and sucked gently on each one in turn and the sensitivity was off the chain. Jane trembled as something amazing arced around her body.
“Yes. Such succulent nipples. You want to cum for me don’t you? But I won’t allow it. If you cum I will punish you. I’ll punish you hard.”
Jane nodded her head. She could do nothing else, the need for him to touch her consumed her. She felt the hard sting of his hand across her ass cheek again. “Yes, Master.” She said quickly realising her mistake.