Kisses for the Billionaire: Final Kiss

by M. G. Morgan

  He crooked one eyebrow in my direction, the hunger in his eyes causing me to bite down on my lip hard enough to practically draw blood. Gripping the top of my trousers I pushed them down over my thighs, cringing as I spotted the purple and yellow bruising that covered my legs and hips.

  Without meeting his gaze again, I stripped the camisole top from my body and let it drop to the floor with the rest of my clothes.

  Raising my gaze to his a shiver of desire set my core alight as I caught sight of him drinking my body in. He trailed his gaze down over every inch of exposed skin before finally lifting his smouldering gaze to mine once more.

  “Everything,” he said, that one word causing my belly to clench and tighten.

  I knew what was coming, I knew what he would do to me, the way he would take me. I wanted to throw myself on the floor before him, beg for him to take me out of my misery and give me that which I so desperately wanted and needed.

  Reaching behind my back, I quickly unclasped my bra, my breasts shifting against the lace fabric as I dropped it and automatically used my arms to shield the heavy fleshy globes. It was a pointless action, David had seen every inch of me a million times before. Worshiped every inch of me a million times before, he loved every part of me that made me who I was.

  I was far from perfect, stretch marks and large round soft belly. My arms weren’t firm and my thighs rubbed when I walked but he adored me. In his eyes I was a goddess and it was intoxicating.

  Hooking my fingers into the top of my knickers I wriggled out of them, David’s low guttural groan giving me the extra boost of confidence I needed. Without thinking, I spun away from him, hiding my body from his view as I bent over and stepped out of the scrap of lace I’d called a knickers.

  I knew what his view would be. I was exposing myself to him, letting him see me at my most vulnerable and I wanted him to take the bait.

  “Sweet Christ, Carrie,” his voice was half strangled.

  I glanced back at him, just in time to see him cross the floor to where I stood. He grabbed my shoulders and spun me around to face him once more. The expression in his eyes was the same look the fox might give to the rabbit just before he devoured it. And in that moment I couldn’t have been happier to be the rabbit.

  His hands slid down over my arms to my wrists, grabbing them he jerked them up in front of me, forcing my breasts to spill over the edges of my arms. There was a slight tremor in his hands as he pulled the handcuffs from his pocket and quickly snapped them on over my wrists before I could protest.

  “David, what are you…” I didn’t get the chance to finish my sentence as he pulled me towards the bed and lifted me up onto the edge of it.

  I tried to move backwards but my hands were useless and the satin covers made it impossible for me to get any purchase.

  He moved up along the side of the bed before crawling up onto the side of it. Grabbing the links on the handcuffs he pulled my arms up and over the top of my head forcing me to drop back onto the pillows.

  In seconds he had me fastened to the headboard, my breasts pushed up in the air my nipples hardening in the cool breeze that swirled around the room. He stared down at my body and I jerked against the restraints.

  This was the last thing I wanted, when I was restrained I had no control of what he did to me, when he touched me. I wanted him and I wanted him now. The seductive tease he was forcing me to endure was too much for my aching body.

  “David, please touch me, I want you…”

  He smiled and I could see the glint in his eye as he moved off the mattress and walked to the bottom of the bed. He grabbed my ankle and I thrashed against him as he quickly looped one restraint around my foot.

  “This isn’t fair,” I whimpered as he moved to the other leg and repeated the process. This time however, he seemed to hear my plea, his hand lingering on the calf of my leg, his fingers sliding higher until they brushed the inside of my thigh.

  I gasped, my eyes wide as I watched him. My core flamed to life as I writhed against his touch, struggling against the handcuffs that bit into my skin as I tried to slide down the bed to get closer to his hand.

  His fingers brushed against the juncture of my thighs and I whimpered, biting down on my lip as my eyes rolled back in my head. The way he made me feel, the way he could play my body it just wasn’t fair.

  “I’m going to make you beg, Carrie, I’m going to push you to your limits and I won’t take my pleasure from you until I know you’re right on the edge of the precipice.”

  His voice was calm and utterly collected. How it was possible for him to speak to me as though he wasn’t just as effected by what was going on was beyond me. How could he concentrate so utterly and completely and come across so untouched? It never ceased to amaze me.

  “David, please, I just want to feel you inside me,” I said, the pleading tone in my voice unmistakable.

  He released my leg and I bucked and thrashed against the restraints, fighting to find some sort of weakness in them that might allow me to escape but there was nothing. I was trapped and at his mercy and there was nothing I could do about it.

  He stalked around the bed and paused next to the bedside locker, I watched him carefully my gaze never leaving him as he pulled open the drawer and pulled something black from the dark depths.

  I recognised the blindfold instantly, a small whimper tearing from the back of my throat as I tugged harder on the restraints. Memories of wearing the blindfold for David flashed through my head. My senses heightened to fever pitch as he pushed me over the edge into bliss.

  It was too much.

  My body already ached for him, I didn’t need to be pushed any further. I turned my face away from him in an attempt to escape the blindfold as he slipped it down over my head. Before I knew what was happening the world had gone dark and I was left naked and aching on the bed.

  I strained to listen for any sound, something that would tell me what was coming next but the room had gone silent. I couldn’t even hear David breathing.

  The silence caused my heart rate to accelerate and it beat against my ribcage harder and faster with every breath I took.

  The suddenness of David’s hands against the inside of my thighs made me jump and I arched up from the bed. The restraints the only thing that kept me in place.

  He forced my legs apart and as I felt his hot breath fanning against my already fevered skin I moaned and bit down on my lip. He was infuriating.

  He knew the things he did to me, the way he made me feel. And yet still he insisted on doing this to me.

  He bit down softly on the delicate skin of my inner thigh and it drew a ragged cry from me. I thrashed in his grip as he trailed fiery kisses along my skin, inching closer to the place I wanted him.

  When he moved straight past the opening to my body I bucked against his body as he crawled over me.

  “David, please take me out of my misery,” I said my voice hoarse as I attempted to dislodge the blindfold.

  His mouth found my skin once more, trailing his kisses across my rounded stomach as he moved up. He splayed his hand across my stomach, sliding the broad expanse of his fingers up to my ribcage and the underside of my breasts.

  “David…” There was a warning in my voice as his touch became feather light once more.

  His mouth closed over my nipple and my mouth fell open in a silent ‘o’ of pleasure. He pressed my body back down to the bed and I fought him, my back arching, forcing him to suck and tease my nipples.

  A fragile thread of desire formed between my breasts and the molten of my core as he laved his tongue across my nipple, the sensation spiralling deep into my body making breathing almost impossible.

  I didn’t realise his hand had slid between my legs until I felt his fingers probing at the swollen tender flesh of my sex. Instinctively I opened my legs as wide as I could as he playfully teased me to the edge of delirium.

  Without warning he thrust his finger into me, my body clamping around him as I wrapped
my hands around the metal linking on the handcuffs. My body rolled and fluttered with my oncoming orgasm and I was powerless to stop it.

  I didn’t want to stop it.

  This was what I was made to do, I was made to love David, my body answered his call in every conceivable way.

  The spiralling pleasure in my core tightened further, heat spreading through my limbs as I fought to drink in enough air to keep myself lucid.

  David’s fingers danced a rhythm outside and inside my body as I teetered on the edge of pure unadulterated bliss.

  And then it was gone.

  He withdrew from me, leaving me hanging on the edge of orgasm like a man starved of sustenance.

  “David, no! Please!” My voice was a growl of frustration and denied pleasure.

  I felt the restraints disappear from my ankles and David was suddenly behind me, rolling my body over until I was on my side as his hard and very naked body moved in against me.

  I gasped, the feel of his solid erection pressing against my back as he positioned himself, nestling my body to his.

  He lifted my hip, thrusting up inside me in one fluid motion that had me arching against the handcuffs that still held me pinned to the top of the bed. David’s arm slid around my waist as he thrust again, burying himself all the way inside.

  I bit down on my lip as all the frustration of my denied orgasm was washed away by the grinding of his body into mine. He found a rhythm, his hips curling up as he thrust his body into mine over and over.

  Fighting to press myself back in against him, I cried out as he found the sweet spot within me, stroking over and back on that one place where all my nerve endings seemed to meet in one tingling and pulsing mass.

  The feel of David’s hand curled around my waist, his other hand gripping my hip as he moved within me was too much to bear and my orgasm washed over me in a blinding wave of pleasure that stole the air from my lungs and my voice from my throat.

  Silently I cried out, my muscles tightening around David’s thick shaft, holding him inside. His fingers dug into me and I knew they would leave the imprint of him on my skin. He growled against my neck as he let go and his body was swept up in the same pleasure I was lost in.

  20

  I lay cradled in the safety of his arms for what felt like an eternity. The heat from his body radiated in through my back and even though my arms were beginning to cramp, I still didn’t dare move.

  There was something about the moment, if I moved then it was over and I would never get it back. It was a silly thought but I couldn’t shake it, I’d come so close to never having a moment like this ever again that now it was imperative I savour every last one I got.

  David’s hand slid up over my arm, his deft fingers popping the lock on the handcuffs, releasing my practically numb arms from their bindings.

  “Did I hurt you?” he asked, examining the red rings on my wrists from where the metal had dug into my skin when I’d fought the restraints.

  “No,” I said stretching against his body. There was a dull heavy ache between my legs, the type that filled my head with all the memories of what we had shared. A reminder of how full I had been just a short while before.

  His fingers traced idle patterns across my stomach and I dozed in his grip until David shifted against me, his mouth finding mine as he stole a soft kiss.

  “Carrie, I love you,” he said but his voice sounded so serious and it set my heart hammering in my chest.

  “And I love you, David, what’s wrong?”

  He tightened his grip on me and pressed another kiss to my shoulder. “Nothing,” he said but I wasn’t convinced.

  Whatever was on his mind had him worried but I knew he wouldn’t share it with me, not until he was good and ready and I would just have to wait for that moment.

  Cuddling in against me, I listened to the sound of his breathing as it deepened and he fell into sleep. My own exhaustion over everything that had happened put me on the brink of sleep too but my mind was still whirring.

  David had something in mind and whatever it was I knew I wasn’t going to like it. All I could do was hope that his plan worked because if it didn’t then Andy and Dominic would have him right where they wanted him and that wasn’t a position I ever wanted David to find himself in.