The Billionaire's Playroom: An Erotic Dominance Story

by Lane Masters

  A quivery feeling filled Allison, and she suddenly realized her palms were sweaty. Her heart was beating audibly, loud in her own ears, and her knees actually felt unsteady. Wow. Here she was in a stranger’s home, in a wild sex room, and she was getting turned on. Her eyes darted back to the iron bed. What would it feel like to be cuffed there? To be held and forced to submit?

  She looked back at the paddles and floggers, her eyes taking in the wicked strands and hard wood. Yes, Allison loved thrills, but she wasn’t really into pain. Still, curiosity beat hot in her veins. She was so mesmerized she did not even notice when Craig stepped through the adjoining bathroom door and found her there.

  “Well, I see you found my play room.” The deep voice from behind her made Allison jump sky-high. She turned with a mortified flush rushing to her face.

  “I’m… I’m sorry. I was looking for the bathroom and… Well, I thought you were in here.” Allison realized her voice was trembling, and she clenched her fists, trying to get herself under control. Her embarrassment at being caught snooping was almost instantly turned to worry. Would he be able to tell how turned on she was? Would he notice the rapid pounding of the pulse in her throat or the flush of her skin?

  Craig’s eyes narrowed. “The restroom is right through there.” His voice was clipped, and Allison knew he had to be aggravated at the obvious invasion of his personal space. Shamefaced, she hung her head.

  “I’m… I’m really, really sorry. I know you must think I’m so nosy.” Allison fumbled for what to say. She gestured around her. “This room is really something else. I mean, it’s really cool. I mean…” Allison figured she better shut up before she said something that would really humiliate herself.

  Craig raised his eyebrows at her response, slowly looking her over. Allison blushed deeper under his view, aware that goose bumps had broken out over her skin, and she couldn’t quite stop the quivering. Then his eyes narrowed and he took a step toward her. Allison found she was holding her breath.

  She looked up into his eyes and felt as if he instantly took her captive. His eyes held hers as he took another step closer. An exhilarating thrill rushed through her, as if she were being approached by wild jaguar. And then, he was close enough to touch her.

  Unhurriedly, leisurely he lifted his hand and traced a slow line down the bare skin of her arm. An uncontrollable shudder rushed through her. Nervously, the pink tip of her tongue darted out to moisten her now dry lips. Everything felt surreal, and even though she was filled with curiosity and exhilaration, she couldn’t believe she was letting this happen. This was a step on the wild side, even for her.

  “Well, Miss Allison, I do believe you’re actually turned on by what you see in this room.” Slowly, Craig walked around her, and she stood nervously as both of his hands came up to gently stroke her arms from behind. His voice was a low whisper in her ear, and the cool sensation of his breath drove her wild. “Have you ever wanted to ‘play’ like this before?” His hands caressed her skin, and she felt as if her knees would not be able to support her weight. She closed her eyes and slowly shook her head. No.

  Craig’s deep chuckle sent a rush through her veins. And she knew. She knew he was going to make her come.

  Craig did not say another word but slowly moved his hands from rubbing her arms up to her shoulders. His strong fingers slid the straps of her tank top to the side, bearing the smooth arch of her collarbones. His fingers brushed there, and Allison sighed at his touch. She felt the brush of his hair against the side of her face as he bent his head and softly placed his lips at the cleft of her shoulder and neck. Instinctively, she tipped her head to the side, giving him complete access.

  The sensation of his hot lips against her sensitive flesh sent a rush of fire straight to her core. His teeth nibbled their way up her neck, his tongue stroking and lips delighting. Then his mouth reached her ear, and his teeth gently nipped at the soft lobe.

  This was the one thing that had always driven Allison absolutely wild. For some reason, having a guy nibble on her ear was one of the most erotic things in the world for her. She had once wondered if a guy kissed her there enough, would she be able to come just from that simple touch? Probably not, but kissing her there stroked her so high that any orgasm after was as explosive as an atomic bomb.

  Allison shivered and she knew that he could feel just how fast her heart was beating in the throbbing artery of her neck. His fingers stroked the pulse, and her heart only beat faster.

  Then Craig was pulling her back against him, and she could feel the hardness of his pecks and abs behind her. But when he grasped her hips and pulled her ass flush against him, she gasped. She could feel the rigidity of his hard cock pressing against her, sliding against the soft curves of her bottom.

  She had the urge to turn, shove his pants down, and take him in her mouth. She wanted to taste him, stroke him with her tongue, and explore every rippled inch of that thick, hard cock. She ground her hips back against him, encouraging him, exciting him.

  But then he was tugging her backwards, her head swimming with arousal and pleasure. He turned her slowly until she was facing the bed, their feet a slow dance to the rhythm pulsing through their blood. He stroked his hands down her arms again, and grasped her wrists with his strong fingers. As he kissed his way to the back of her neck, he slowly lifted her hands above her head. Then she felt the stiff cuff around her right wrist, and she blinked in surprise.

  Expert hands fasten the cuff in a flash, and then his attention was shifted to her other hand. Alarm flashed through her, the desire and arousal quickly shifting to a flood of panic. “No, wait.” For some reason, Allison had been expecting this. She fought for control of her racing thoughts, trying hard to process what was happening. “I didn’t mean…”

  Craig was standing in front of her by this time, his eyes roving openly over her body. “Shhh.” He placed the long finger over her lips, hushing her objection. “It’s okay.” His eyes were heavily lidded, and she knew he was just as turned on a she was. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you. Besides, you and I both know you want to try this out.”

  Allison glanced up to see her hands dangling from the chains above. The pulse of anxiety that flooded her also filled her with excitement and an unfamiliar desire. She looked back at the strong man standing behind her. He was slowly unbuttoning his shirt and peeling it off to reveal impeccably muscular pecks and biceps. Her eyes dipped down to the rippling hardness of his six-pack abs, following the shaded trail that dipped down into the waistband of his pants. God, he was sexy.

  Nervously, she licked her lips as she watched him strip off his clothes. “Yes,” she said slowly. “But…”

  He looked at her and raised his eyebrows. “But what?” By this time, he was down to nothing but his pants, which did little to reveal the obvious bulge straining at the cloth. He turned from her as she stood there, bound, filled with both excitement and uncertainty. Swiftly he crossed to the cabinet and opened its glass doors, the array of toys to choose from simultaneously thrilling and terrifying her from where she watched.

  “I… I don’t like pain.” There. She said it.

  Craig chuckled, for a split second Allison thought it was because he got an illicit thrill from the idea of hurting her. “Don’t worry, Allison.” The sound of her name on his lips sent another jolt of fire through her. “I have no intention of hurting you. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” He pulled a couple of selections from the cabinet, and Allison’s head was swimming with confusion when he stood in front of her holding a flogger. Why on earth was he standing there with an instrument of torture if he had no intention of hurting her?

  He held the toy up for her to see. It had a long, wooden handle, with burgundy cloth strands dangling from the end. “Some of the toys over there do cause pain. Some women find that the sensation of pain triggers endorphins in the brain, which makes their pleasure go immensely higher. However, if the woman hasn’t built up a tolerance for that, it can be
a bit distressing.” He spoke patiently, as if educating a student. Allison, however, was being flooded with a chemical cocktail in her brain that was as intoxicating as a triple shot of Jack Daniels.

  Sudden reality slammed into her. She was chained up with this handsome, incredibly built man standing behind her holding a flogger. Nervously, she jostled the chains. But he continued to speak, and Allison forced herself to pay attention despite emotions flooding her.

  “But this particular toy isn’t made for pain. It’s made for pleasure.” Craig lifted the instrument by its black wooden handle and moved closer. She could feel the heat radiating from his skin against her back. Then the soft, velvet tendrils of the toy brushed against the skin of her arm with gentle, teasing touches. She shivered at the softness of the caress, her mouth dry with anticipation. He eased it lower, and the strands tickled at the inside of her elbow, a place she had never realized was so sensitive. Then, he drew it down to her throat, dangled it around the back of her neck, circling around to her other shoulder. She felt lost in the sensations, anxious butterflies fluttering through her stomach, as he slowly stroked back upward, stopping to draw’s teasing circles on the inside of her other elbow before tracing up the tender flesh of her forearm.

  Allison’s eyes closed at the pleasure of the touch, the feel of the luxurious velvet arousing, exciting.

  “I think it’s time to get you out of these wet clothes.” Craig’s voice was husky with desire, and her eyes flew open. She looked back over her shoulder again, and her blue eyes crashed into his intent ones. He laid the flogger on the edge of the bed, and reached for something else he had laid there. “But first, there’s just one more small detail.”

  He brought a long, lacy piece of cloth to her face, and gently wound it around her head, over her eyes. Instinctively, a rush of trepidation flooded through her as blackness met her view. With the blindfold in place she couldn’t see a thing, and with her hands still chained she could not reach up to move it. The unexpected throb of vulnerability heightened her anxiety, and her breath brushed rapidly in her chest.

  But then, Craig wound his arms around her, his voice once more in her ear. “Just keep your eyes closed,” he whispered in that husky tone of voice. “I want you to notice every sound, every scent, and every sensation.” His hot breath on her ear was simultaneously comforting and arousing, and she could feel even the crisp brush of the hair on his arms against her skin. She breathed deeply, taking in his clean, tangy scent, letting the sensations and scents flood her brain. Almost immediately, she felt herself grow wetter, swollen and aching for his touch.

  Then he reached to the bottom of her tank top. Bit by bit, he lifted it, exposing the soft curve of her belly, up past the swell of her swollen, aroused breasts, brushing against the sensitive tips of her hard nipples, and finally up to where her arms were stretched over her head.

  Allison automatically moved as if to glance upward, momentarily forgetting about the blindfold over her eyes, and realizing he would not be able to actually lift the shirt off. But Craig did not seem to have a problem with that. He deftly unclasped one of her hands, held it in place, and with his other hand slid the shirt over her head, skillfully avoiding the blindfold knotted at the back of her head and leaving the shirt dangling from one shoulder. Then he stepped even closer, circled his arms around her, and unfastened the clasp of her lacy, black bra in one swift movement. He lifted it, too, up over her head where it joined the tank top. Quickly, he fastened her hand back over her head. His hands slowly ran back down her now naked torso, stroking the sensitive skin of her lower tummy.

  But Craig didn’t stop there. His hands went to the fly of her jeans, a seductive moan of appreciation meeting her ears as he slowly lowered the zipper. His hands splayed across her hips as he shoved them downward, taking the dainty slip of her panties with them.

  When he reached her ankles, she obediently stepped out, and he carelessly tossed the blue jeans and panties to the side. He knelt there on the floor, and Allison felt him move to her ankle. His lips and teeth teased against her lower leg, his fingers learning every soft curve of her. Then she heard the clank of the chains, and she felt another surge of adrenaline as he wrapped the cuff around her leg. Why was she letting him do this? Why was this turning her on?

  But there was really no time for questions. His tongue was at the back of her knee, and she would have collapsed had the chains on her wrists not held her up. His hot breath teased her skin, his tongue like fire stroking against her. She would have sworn that nothing in her life had ever felt so good. Then, he shifted to the other leg, wrapping the leather cuff tightly around her ankle as his lips teased the back of that knee. At last, his hands were moving upward, and Allison’s breath caught in her throat as his fingers brushed against the inside of her thigh.

  She wanted him to slip his fingers all the way up, to rub against the already wet cleft that ached for his touch. She wanted him to slide his fingers deep inside, to make her come as she stood there chained to his bed.

  Craig would not give her that satisfaction. Not yet. He stood, hot kisses tracing up her ass, against the small of her back, and then up the arch of her spine. His lips were on her neck again, his arms reaching around her to cup her breasts, to fill his palms with their warm, round softness. His fingers tweaked against her nipples, and she felt them grow harder, perking to his touch. She could feel the hardness of his cock against her ass, and he thrust once, twice before reaching once more for the flogger and taking a step back.

  Allison shivered, not certain what was going to happen. She could not even look back over her shoulder to see. She simply stood there, conscious of the room spinning around her, of the prickle of her skin, of the hot blood pulsing through her veins.

  And then she felt the dance of the velvet tendrils against her shoulder blades as Craig slowly rubbed the toy down her back. She leaned back, as if seeking something firmer, something more.

  Craig obliged. He pulled the flogger back and then lightly flicked it against her skin. Allison gasped, not expecting the light stroke. It didn’t hurt, not exactly. But it made her flesh prickle, electrifying the nerves. He pulled back and repeated the flick against the other side of her shoulder, and once more Allison felt the skin there become alive.

  Another stroke, this one a little lower, and Allison knew the blood was rushing to her skin. The heat in the nerves whipped through her body, and Allison trembled as she waited for another stroke. Little by little he worked his way down her back, the velvet strands whipping over her flesh in light, dancing strokes.

  She jumped when he reached the small of her back, the tips of the cloth stinging her skin softly, almost imperceptibly. Heat. Flames of heat began to lick up her back as Craig changed his movements and began to slowly spin the flogger against her skin. It whipped over and over, just a little bit harder, just a little bit faster.

  Allison whimpered at the touch, at the increasing intensity. Her breath was coming hard and fast now, her skin feeling more electrified with every brush.

  Then Craig was moving back downward, the heat reaching an almost unbearable height. It stung a bit more now, but Allison was so turned on that she barely felt it. Still, Craig did not push, did not try to make her go any further. Instinctively, she knew he was respecting her wishes, respecting what she had said about not wanting any pain.

  The last, unconscious sliver of worry that he would push too far slipped away, and she slid into a world where nothing existed but the rush of blood to her skin, the heightening of her nerves, and the intense wetness between her legs.

  Craig was completely in control. In control of himself, as well as in control of her. She had never allowed any man to take this sort of dominance over her. She had never trusted a man like this, had never given so freely of herself. She was surprised at her own reaction, and at how close she was to simply losing all her inhibitions.

  Then the flogger began to dance along the soft swell of her ass, the tips stinging electrically as it fli
cked repeatedly over her skin. She whimpered as the heat rushed there, too, and his low murmur of appreciation sent another surge of desire flooding through her. “Yes, baby.” His voice was so quiet she could barely hear it, but it sent a lozenge of heat straight through her core.

  Her feet shifted on the floor, and she strained at the chains holding her up. Her heart was pounding so hard she felt like it would explode, and her breath ripped violently through her lungs. Much more and she would not be able to stand it. Much more, and she would scream. She was at the height of her limit.

  And Craig seemed to instinctively know and understand. The rapid taps slowed, and she felt his strong hand lightly smooth the skin of her ass. She knew it had to be hot and bright, crimson red. His palm felt cool as he touched her there, an exhilarating combination of chillness against her heat.

  His hands slid over to stroke the sides of her hips, then he pressed himself closer to her, pressing his body intimately against hers. She groaned as she realized that sometime during the flogging, if she could call it that, Craig had stripped off his own clothes. His naked body came into full contact with hers, and she could clearly feel his rock-hard erection pressing against the fiery skin of her ass.

  His hands circled around to cup her breasts once more, his fingers finding the stiff tips of her nipples, squeezing and teasing them. He stroked his finger across the tips, brushing against the electric sensitive tops of them, and Allison bit her lip to control the frantic begging that threatened to escape her throat.

  His voice danced in her ears again, her head swimming, drunk with him. “It’s okay. I want you to just let go. If you want to scream, scream. I want to hear you beg.”

  His words broke some sort of dam inside of her, and the loud cry that ripped from her as he squeezed her nipple sharply shredded the silence of the quiet room. “That’s it, baby. Do it again.” Once more, he squeezed her nipple tightly, and she screamed out at the pleasure, this time begging.