Dominated by the Billionaire: The Boxed Set

by Aya Fukunishi

  Pam gasped. She'd only ever seen this in porn, but she'd never imagined how it would truly feel to have both her tight ass and dripping pussy filled with huge cocks. She could actually feel Gabrielle's dildo and Robert's hot, firm shaft rub against each other inside her, separated only by the muscles of her own body. With each thrust of Robert's enormous erection Pam felt a delicious, overwhelming shudder of pleasure course through her body. She felt as if she was electrified, grounded between the two cocks penetrating her, and her entire body felt numb but for the hot, powerful waves of energy pounding from between her legs.

  'Fuck me, Robert! Deeper! Harder!' She was barely aware of her own voice descending from words to loud, guttural groans as Foster's thick cock stretched her tight. Her moans were echoed by Gabrielle's beneath her and Robert's above her, animal sounds that drowned out the wet, sucking, slapping sound of her drenched pussy and asshole hungrily devouring her mates. Robert loomed over her, using both hands to tear the silk of her dress and expose her heaving breasts. His head dipped and Pam shuddered as he took a firm nipple between his lips, sucking gently, probing with his tongue as her body shivered with overwhelming sensation.

  Now Gabrielle's tight, latex encased legs felt hot beneath her. Pam's bouncing body pressed the base of Gabrielle's dildo against her tight pink pussy, and beneath her Pam could feel the girl begin to come. As Robert suckled her breast from above Gabrielle nuzzled her neck from beneath, nibbling and licking her soft, smooth skin as she came. Her moans became panting, sharp breaths as her orgasm peaked again and again, each hot breath gasping against Pam's neck.

  Gabrielle went limp beneath her, spent and exhausted, and Pam rolled slowly to the side, sliding herself gently from the dildo buried deep in her ass. Robert rolled with her onto the bed as the tip of the dildo popped wetly from between her cheeks, and now Pam spun to lay atop Robert as Gabrielle lay beside them, delirious, running her hands ecstatically across her tight, shiny body.

  Now in control Pam writhed frantically above Robert, thrusting her hips harder and faster, drawing Robert's cock deeper inside. In just moments she felt the waves of joy shrink, tighten, contract into a tight ball of energy deep in her belly, and with one final thrust the ball exploded, sending waves of gasping pleasure pounding through her body. The sound of her coming brought Robert to his peak, and Pam pushed down deep in anticipation of his orgasm.

  The first jet of hot cum felt like a gift, her prize for beating Gabrielle. Robert's spray filled her, gushing into her body and dripping from her, running slowly down her legs. Robert gasped as he came, overwhelmed by the force of his orgasm, and the two collapsed against each other, Pam's breasts squeezed against Robert's firm, broad chest.

  As their breaths slowed from gasps to deep, exhausted shudders Pam rested her head on Robert's chest, looking over at Gabrielle. The French woman was beaten, and she knew it. Her gaze was on Robert, and her fingers lightly played between her legs beneath the black dildo still protruding from her body. Pam knew that Gabrielle understood she'd never again be with Foster. He'd made his choice, and as he held Pam tight on the bed she felt enveloped in warmth, safety and security as Gabrielle lay in the cold, outside the circle, alone.

  Chapter Four

  The sounds of the Parisian night whispered quietly from the streets below as Pam and Robert lay naked on the soft, cool grass on the rooftop at Sacre Couer. Nothing had been said since they arrived back at the house. Gabrielle had been left to sleep in the suite, defeated but sated, and Robert had led Pam quietly by the hand to the car. They'd moved silently through the city streets, slowly winding their way back to the steep cobbled streets of Montmartre and the dark entrance to the house. Through the labyrinthine corridors they'd moved, up the stone stairs to the roof garden, and there they lay, bodies tight against each other in the Parisian night, each absently playing with the other. Her hands teased his thick shaft, fingertips playing lightly on its tip, and his lightly fondled her breasts, his fingers circling her firm, pouting nipples playfully. Both were content to watch the city sleep, to simply be in each other's presence

  'Nobody else,' whispered Robert, finally. 'I don't want anyone but you.'

  Pam smiled softly. She known for hours. She'd seen in his eyes that she wasn't just another in a long line of women. She'd seen the way he looked at her, and the way he'd looked at Gabrielle. He didn't have to say the words, not yet, but she knew he loved her.

  'I don't want anyone but you,' she replied.

  Silence once again fell. Robert took Pam's hand and held tight, as if afraid she'd vanish into the night. His eyes met hers, and he leaned in and whispered quietly in her ear, 'It may be dangerous, being with me.'

  Pam drew back her head in surprise. That was the last thing she expected to hear. 'What do you mean, dangerous?' She looked into his eyes, and beyond his calm exterior she noticed an edge of fear; darkness.

  He smiled softly, squeezed her hand tight. 'We'll talk about it when we're home in New York. There are some things you need to know. Don't worry about it now.' He turned his gaze to the distant Eiffel Tower, a bright spot towering over the low, dark city. 'Let's just enjoy tonight.'

  She held his hand as if her life depended on it and gazed out across the silent city. Above them, echoing quietly in the night, the five bells of Sacre Coeur began to chime the hour.

  If you enjoyed the domineering Robert Foster of the Dominated by the Billionaire series you're sure to get hot and bothered by Her First Submission, the rip-roaring first installment of the Kathryn's Training series. With this brief preview of this Amazon Hot New Releases charter you'll meet Kathryn, an ordinary girl introduced to Master Patrick, the handsome, wealthy and mysterious Dominant intent on drawing her into the dark and dangerous world of bondage, domination and sweet submission...

  Chapter One

  Kathryn balanced awkwardly on her knees, thankful for the thick carpet, and clasped her hands tight behind her back as instructed by Master. Master. She rolled the word over her tongue, enjoying the unexpected tingle of pleasure she felt deep in her pussy when she uttered it. There was something so deliciously naughty about the word. Master... Master... Mmmmmmaster.

  He stood over her, slowly circling as he surveyed her body. "From this point onwards, Kathryn, my word is law. You must obey my commands immediately and without complaint. Do you understand?"

  "Yes, Master," she purred, savoring the tight little shiver between her legs. Just uttering the word made her pussy clench, and she realized the anger was all but gone. In its place was a strange sense of anticipation; a delicious but unnerving sense of inevitability. It was too late to back out now, she thought, and with that acceptance of the situation came an unexpected benefit. She was actually looking forward to sleeping with the man calmly surveying her body.

  Master must have noticed something in the way her body moved as she spoke. Standing behind her he reached down, hooked his fingers beneath Kathryn's tight latex skirt and ran his fingertips along the puffy, moist lips of her pussy. She gasped lightly at his touch, and pressed herself toward his hand.

  "You're already wet, Kathryn. Can you tell me what arouses you?" His fingers dipped between her lips, slipping deep inside, and when he removed them he held his glistening hand inches from Kathryn's face. She could smell her sweet juice on him, and had to fight a sudden urge to lick his fingers clean.

  "It's your name, Master." her voice shuddered a little as she spoke. "I can't explain it, but when I say the word I feel a little... buzz, I guess. Like you're holding a vibrator to my clit. I... I kinda like it."

  Master smiled. "That's good, Kathryn. It makes me happy to see your pussy get so wet for me. Many girls enjoy addressing their dominants by an honorary title. It tends to help them release control of the situation and enjoy it on a deeper level. I think you'll find this is just the first of many new things you'll learn about yourself tonight. Lick."

  Kathryn bowed her head forward and delicately ran her tongue over Master's fingers. They tasted incredible
. As long as she could remember she'd been fascinated by the taste of her own pussy. Whenever she played with herself she always coated her fingers with her own honey and drew it across her lips, and the opportunity to do the same with the fingers of a strong, beautiful man drove her crazy.

  There was more, though. She realized her arousal stemmed from the order itself. He told her to do something, and she did it. A tight little pulse of warmth deep within her whispered this new, delightful discovery: it's so simple. You can abandon control. You can enjoy his commands. Give in to his will.

  Master slid his fingers from her mouth and wiped himself dry on his trousers. "That's enough for now, Kathryn. I don't want you getting excited too quickly. Now stand. That's right, stand up straight. Hands clasped behind your back. Face forward, and lower your eyes. Now, this is called position one. Whenever I order it you'll take that position immediately.

  "If I order you into position two you'll kneel as you just did. Position three, you'll kneel and then lean forward, cross your arms in front of you and rest your forehead on them. There may be other positions in which I want you, but those are the three you must know for now. Do you understand?"

  "Yes, Master," Kathryn said quickly, half wishing he'd ordered her into position three so she could present him with her pussy. Suddenly it seemed to be gushing with arousal.

  "Now," he whispered, leaning in close to unclasp the leather collar from her neck. "You won't be needing this any longer. Instead you'll wear my collar. Tilt back your head."

  Kathryn couldn't see the collar Master was placing around her neck, but she could feel it was heavier than the leather choker issued as part of her uniform. This was tighter, and she could feel the cold steel of a D-ring at her throat and some sort of light tin label, like a military dog tag, hanging from the ring. The image of Master attaching a leash and leading her around flashed through her mind, and again that confusing, slightly scary tingle of pleasure pulsed between her legs. What's wrong with me?, she thought. I've never been turned on by this stuff before.

  Master pulled a strap tight at the back of her neck, then stepped back to enjoy his handiwork. "How does it feel?", he asked, smiling. "Is it comfortable?"

  Kathryn nodded. "Yes, Master. It's very comfortable."

  "Good," he replied. "This is your training collar. You'll wear it whenever you're in the club, but you may remove it when I leave. This collar signifies that you are both under my protection and undergoing your training as a submissive. While wearing this collar you may not play with others without my express permission, and you must respond to all commands promptly and to the letter. If, in time, you decide you wish to continue beyond your basic training - and if I'm pleased with your performance and wish to continue as your Master - I may replace this collar with a collar of ownership."

  At the word 'ownership' Kathryn felt another of those now familiar shudders of excitement run through her body, and her inner thighs tickled as her pussy gushed a little honey. She wondered how these simple words - words she'd heard a million times over - could now have become so sexually charged; how they could excite her, despite her disgust at the obscene, seemingly cruel activities of the club. She didn't understand, but as she stood with her hands tightly clasped behind her back, eyes cast to the floor as Master surveyed her, she realized she was eager to delve further into this dark, confusing but tantalizingly new and exciting universe.

  "Now," said Master, shaking her from her reverie, 'we're going to go watch a show."

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