The Billionaire's New Piece (The Billionaire Temptation #1) (BDSM Erotica)
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When he reappeared, he had four pairs of handcuffs. I moaned in agreement. He placed each pair on one of my wrists and ankles, and then cuffed each one to a bedpost. I was spread eagle, totally vulnerable, my wet cunt, asshole, and mouth were his for the taking. And he took me every way imaginable.
I had never felt an orgasm until this moment, and when it hit, it swept me up like a hurricane, and I was tossed about in waves and storms of pleasures I thought were unattainable. He would kiss my mouth, and fuck my pussy like a drill, hitting my g-spot and making me cum again and again.
I couldn’t help it, my pussy squirted onto him, making him smile, and his erection grow somehow even harder. He fingered my asshole, and licked my pussy up and down, while I squealed and moaned in ecstatic pleasure.
My mouth was opening and closing, begging for his cock.
“I love that you’re a squirter,” he said, as he crawled over me, “You get rewarded for your good behavior, Clarissa.”
He let his cock bounce just before my mouth, and I reached forward with my neck to lick it. I licked the head all around, tasting both his cum and mine. Then he slowly lunged his cock into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat. He moved in and out, tantalizing me, and I almost came again from pure excitement. My billionaire tasted so good!
I knew from the look on his face that he was pleased with me. When he fucked my pussy again, my entire body trembled. This time, he went so hard and deep that I couldn’t contain myself and moaned and squealed as loud as I wanted.
My arms and legs shook the bedposts, and my ass bounced up and down as his cock tore my pussy up. I felt his hands on my breasts; they were his to do with what he wanted. He squeezed them, rubbing the nipples, all while fucking my wet, wet cunt. I could hear the subtle splashing about of cum as he plunged in and out; I never thought I could cum so hard. I never thought I could fit such a huge cock in such a little hole.
I trembled uncontrollably, as he slowly slid his cock from my pussy. He lowered his face to my wet tightness, and leisurely licked it one final time. Then he placed one finger in my asshole, and two fingers in my cunt.
“You’ve been very good, Clarissa.” He said, as he moved his fingers in and out, bringing me to orgasm.
“Yes, tha- thank you. I just want - I just wanted to please you, Mr. Garrett. I mean Will.” I shuddered, in between orgasmic waves.
“I know you did, Clarissa.”
“I’ve never had an orgasm before today,” I admitted quickly. I don’t know why I said that. I just wanted him to know how excellent he was at fucking me. How much I loved it. How much I was his.
“Today you came hard, and now you get your last reward,” He said with a grin.
As my body tremble slowed down, he removed his fingers, and slid up the bed. At this point, I was so exhausted from our fucking that I didn’t know if I could possibly handle anything else. Note to self: get a gym membership.
“You get to swallow my entire load of cum,” he said placing his cock in front of my mouth again. Oh god. Did I want this? Of course I did. Of course I did. My billionaire’s cum would taste so sweet – and it did.
He plunged his cock into my mouth one last time, and within a few moments of pushing in and out, touching the back of my throat, and enjoying the caresses of my tongue, he came like a fire hose, filling my mouth with salty sweet goodness.
I held it in my mouth for a moment, tasting it, as he fell to his side, in pleasure. Then I swallowed.
After a moment of silence, I said, “You can leave me here forever if you want. Just come back when you need me.”
He laughed and rolled over, placing his hand on my wet belly. “No, no. While you can expect to see a lot of my room and studio, you’ve got a life to get back to. And a painting to finish for me.”
The painting; I had totally forgotten.
“But as long as you stay with me, you’ll never have to work another day in your life. I just hope you enjoy getting fucked hard.”
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” I admitted, in between deep breaths.
“You’re a natural, Clarissa. You’re exactly what I’ve ben looking for.” He said, kissing my breast. “But know that the treatment you got today was but the tip of the iceberg. Inside the studio, there are many more toys for us to explore.”
“When will I see you again?” I asked, hoping he’d say tomorrow.
“Very soon, I’d wager,” he smiled. “I expect I’ll be commissioning many pieces from you. Maybe you can even finish up that portrait of me?”
He laughed, and I blushed. Damn it, Clarissa. Why did I have to draw that stupid portrait?
Of course, being a billionaire tycoon, Will soon had to leave to attend to some business, giving me free range of the house. After introducing me to his servants, who had just arrived, he encouraged me to start my painting, but said I didn’t have to if I didn’t want to.
He showed me the large white marble bathroom with gorgeous glass bathtub before he left. As he left, I laughed as I realized I was not sure exactly what his company did. I noted that I’d need to learn everything I could about this man. About my man.
I took a quick bath after that, fingering myself to the memory of his cock. I nearly came using the detachable showerhead, spraying warm water jets on my clit. I moaned his name, and hoped the servants were not around. I spent the remainder of that day inside the studio, this time working on my landscape for real. His servants tended to me as they brought me exotic fruit drinks and sweet iced treats upon my command.
While selecting which brush to use, I decided upon the one that had been in my pussy and ass. Will Garrett would appreciate that. I smiled, as I painted everything I saw from beyond the glass, driven by the excitement of what had just occurred in the studio, hours before. Before long, the sun had set and the landscape was utterly unlike the one I was painting.
His driver took me home.
Chapter 6
On Monday morning, I walked into the art gallery to see Mademoiselle sitting on my desk once more, waiting for me.
“Well,” she asked, “how did it go? Was he pleased with your work? Are you still working on it?”
I kept a knowing smile, as I strolled past her to my seat at the desk.
“He was very pleased, M’oiselle.”
“Oh was he? And what was mansion like?”
“Can’t you google it?”
“The interior,” Mademoiselle said, annoyance creeping into her voice. “What was the interior like?”
“I’ve actually signed a non-disclosure agreement, so I can’t really discuss it with you at this time.”
Mademoiselle hopped from the desk, and landed on her stilettos with a click. Today she looked smaller than usual, a defeated expression on her face. She wished it were her that went to the estate, I noted. Of course.
“Will I be able to see the piece at least upon its completion?” She asked, weakly.
“Yes, perhaps. But that will be up to Will.” I replied.
“To Will? To Mr. Garrett, you mean, right?”
“Yes, Will. Or Mr. Garrett. Whatever you wanted to call him.”
The phone rang in the office, Mademoiselle took one last look at me before she trudged to the other room and answered the phone.
I flipped open my sketchbook and admired the sketch of myself. I though of what the girl looking back at me had been through this weekend. I thought of Will Garrett’s fat cock, and the succession of orgasms he’d given me, and finally the taste of his cum. I looked at my own face, my wide eyes, my high cheekbones, and for the first time, I thought I looked beautiful. I thought I looked right.
Mademoiselle emerged from the office, and I didn’t bother to hide the sketchbook.
“It’s… Mr. Garrett.” She said, meekly. “He wishes to speak to you directly regarding the status of the piece you are working on.”
“Oh, yes, one moment,” I replied, taking one final lengthy look at my self-portrait. I noticed from the corner
of my eye, that Mademoiselle’s jaw dropped at my laissez-faire attitude.
“Here, hand me the phone, Mademoiselle.” And she did.
“Miss Drayer, is that you?” Will asked me through the phone.
“Good morning, Mister Garrett. Yes I’m doing well thank you.”
“I never asked how you were doing, lovely.” I could almost feel him grinning on the other end of the phone.
“Yes, thank you. A most wonderful weekend. We must do it again.” I added, watching Mademoiselle squirm.
“I suppose Pia’s listening to you? Ah, well I must inform you that I’ll need your tight pussy to return to my estate immediately. I have need of my new piece.”
“Yes, it’s going to look stunning your bedroom. I agree.” I smiled.
“And I think next time, we’ll get deeper into the chest. I’ve got some new toys to use on you, Miss Drayer.”
“Can’t wait to see what you’ve got in store, Will.”
“Clarissa.”
I hung up the phone, and kicked my legs up on the desk.
Today I wore jeans with my blouse. It seemed that Mademoiselle just noticed.
“You… aren’t dressed to code,” she said with a shrug.
“I think when you see what your cut of the commission is, as broker of the deal, you’ll let it slide.”
Mademoiselle’s face lit up at last, and she turned to click her way back into her office.
I opened the sketchbook, and flipped to the sketch of my billionaire. I started working on it again, with the intention to complete it. I began by filling in the section below his waist, and a familiar tingle came over my body.
The End
Clarissa and Will’s story continues in
The Billionaire's New Toy (The Billionaire Temptation #2)
and concludes in
The Billionaire's New Fantasy (The Billionaire Temptation #3)
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Stories by Chloe Kale:
The Billionaire's New Piece (The Billionaire Temptation #1)
The Billionaire's New Toy (The Billionaire Temptation #2)
The Billionaire's New Fantasy (The Billionaire Temptation #3)
Rush (Billionaire Bared: Rush)
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