Her eyes widened as his tone signaled that the kid gloves were about to come off. Having reached the point of no return, her fingers tingled when the sound of his zipper struck the darkness. Needing him to want her back the same way but willing to do whatever he said, she helplessly shivered in her trapped position underneath him. Blindly holding onto hope and trust, she yearned to make him happy again with touch and kiss, to lavish and cradle him in the very fibers of her being.
Pinning her with his legs, a crinkling sound flooded the space between them. She barely made out his slight fumble with a condom. With a mind of their own, her hips curled in anticipation. Rolling the condom all the way to the fabric of his trousers, he immediately nudged her slit while breathing into her ear, “Is this what you want?”
Ignoring his sarcastic ready-to-please tone, she wiggled the tip inside to satisfy her desperate need to be filled. He held her down, denying her as he pinned her in place with his hands and gaze alike. Teasing her opening by dipping his cock inside, only to slide it out and across her clit, he assessed her while she writhed with raw need.
His grin turned wicked at the sudden knowledge that her yearning vibrated so strong he could almost taste it. Sensing her desire to shatter him just as easily, his calm and cool state wavered slightly. Because of the darkness combined with the distance from her face, she missed the slip of his controlling grin. If it hadn’t been so dark, she might have seen the muscle jump in his jaw as he shut out a surge of emotion when he detected her strong thirst for a shift in power. Her sight may have picked up corded muscles of his neck as he held his control in place. As her own senses were mercilessly teased and her release denied, she became caught up in her own need for equality. As a result, her own trembling masked the rumble that flooded him as he roughly thrust into her.
Shocked by his sudden and massive plunge, her back heaved off the floor. He rose above her, emitting a powerful and controlling rumble to envelop her and send her over the edge. His gruff words penetrated her haze, “When will you learn to stop going where you don’t belong?”
Cassidy cried out, trying to pull him to her by the back of his neck. For a split second, his wall of control broke as he responded to her vulnerability and sank around her; allowing her to draw him into a cocoon of tenderness. They writhed together on the floor, her legs around his hips holding on with everything she had while he pistoned relentlessly into her. For once, she wound up on top of him. Arching gracefully and speared on his long cock, she cried his name before collapsing onto his chest as she clenched tightly around him.
He immediately rolled, trapping her under him and rocking her against his hips in such a violent nature that she inadvertently bit her tongue. As if allowing her to gain any control was too much for him, a raw groan rumbled out of him as if he were a wild animal. Shivering and shuddering under him, her responding moan led into mewling whimpers that bathed his neck as his cock flexed deep inside her.
He immediately pulled out, clamping down on his need to explode right then. She slipped into the lethargic afterglow but Alfie didn’t allow her to languish within it. He scooped her into his arms like a cuddly-toy to carry to his bed behind the special panel. Her head hung weakly, looking at nothing and everything until he arranged her on the bed.
Nothing more was spoken between them as he removed her clothing and pulled her hair back. She giddily wondered, as his hands roamed over her shivering body, if he would make her remain naked if she signed the contract. Her mind hung on that discarded paper as he moved away.
He didn’t tie her this time so she caressed the bed sheets up and down in a soothing motion while her mind reveled that he’d let her be on top. Relaxing into the soft fabric, she watched him move to the bookshelves and retrieve something. With heavy eyelids, she was sure that if he didn’t hurry she would fall fast asleep. On the edge of dozing, she spread her legs with thoughts of his mouth possibly surprising her at the edge of sleep.
Basking in the glow from her hope and having drawn some verbal growls and groans from him, an image of the contract nagged her. Frowning as she drifted, her resolve to avoid giving in so easily strengthened. In a dreamlike state, she thought, Personal assistant to satisfy his every need—who was he kidding? I’m not a whore!!
Her train of thought derailed when a crack resounded in the air a split-second before a hard line of pain crossed her lower breast. She barely took in the sight of the whip in his hand before he snapped it again, growling, “Our agreement demands attention…not sleep, Cassidy.”
Another line of fire crossed her ribcage as he said, “Choice was yours to relinquish control, remember? How easily you forget.” His angry growl on the last word spoke volumes as his wrist snapped again, sending the tip streaking across her stomach, “You agreed to pay for shattering something you shouldn’t have touched. I warned you it might be painful. That was the deal.”
To her astonishment, raw desire sharpened her senses in the face of the whip’s wicked punishing pain. His arm swung back and another crack tore through the air before the sharp sting of the braided end wrapped around her left calf.
Gasping at his curled lip and angry sadistic expression, Cassidy rolled to the side but he caught her ankle before she could escape. Sliding her over the bed on her stomach, he gruffly told her, “Ah, Cassidy. You feel the pain from the pleasure, don’t you? I won’t tie you down this time because you need to control yourself. You can’t hide from me. You need me like a drug. I know it and so do you. Learn to stop fucking with my head and my time. I call the shots here, got it?”
His last bark came with three more steady snaps. There was nothing wet, warm, or soothing in this brutality. This physically hurt but, to her surprise, aroused her even more than the candle wax. That realization rocked her to her core, causing her to wonder who this new Cassidy Fearn really was.
Meant to expose and punish, she understood his behavior while recognizing the truth in his angry declaration. She was hooked on him like some drug. Her thoughts were filled with him, making her do rash things like confront him at his work. In the past, she would never have stalked into someone’s office. Of course, she’d never had someone proposition her in such a way as Alfie either.
Lost in pondering over the craziness of her new world, she dragged in a harsh lungful of air when the whip struck again. He thrust fingers inside to thump and rake over every G-spot as if proving that she couldn’t resist him. She bucked her hips under him as his palm skated over her clit while he dragged the whip menacingly over her nipples, “Told you I was previously holding back.” His anger seemed to vibrate the very air, “Guess it’s punishing time! Should have stopped long ago.”
A mewling noise spiraled up her throat at the word stopped. At the time, she didn’t understand the inner struggle which fueled his rant. He meant stop holding back his punishing nature, stop his own build of caring emotions, but her newfound insecurity assumed he meant stop seeing her. The whip sent fire through her nipple. She shrieked but the ending was drenched in a porn-worthy moan as the pain turned to pleasure.
Rubbing her clit before dragging his fingers back down to pump into her, he turned her over as he pointedly growled, “I will brutally whip your ass any time I please, especially if you disobey me again.”
She jerked on the first harsh blow to her ass before gasping when his hand spread her wetness over the tender place. Her hips hiked into the air as her hands fisted around his soft sheets. The stir of air signaled the second snap but she wasn’t ready for it. Damp now, it fired her ass worse than the first. Anger aside, Alfie’s hand rubbed the heat away before sliding down the cleft and between her cheeks.
Watching his punishing blows simultaneously pain and drive her desire higher, his inner war waged even more ferociously. He snapped the whip again and sent her jerking on the bed. Using her motion, he pumped his fingers into her and followed her writhing body across the sheet. He glistened with a slight sheen of sweat as his wrist snapped again, landing a blow across her nipple
s. The snap was just subtle enough to drive her back off the bed as her nipples sprang taut in the air.
Shockwaves of pleasure and pain flooded her arched body. Her tender ass cheeks against the soft sheets felt raw but still tingled as his hand spread her dampness over both openings before stroking her clit. Having experienced nothing like the seesaw affect of pain then pleasure scorching her flesh with goose bumps, she helplessly thrashed on the bed. Not knowing which he would grant next—pain or pleasure—she yearned for both simultaneously while helplessly panting her pleas for him to fuck her.
Part of her mind screamed for her to hush while another resisted being told what to do and when to do it. Recognizing her inner strength wasn’t bending completely to his will, his wrist flicked the whip even harder. The blow licked the sheet next to her torso, making him fight a new level of respect when disappointment bled into her pleading tone. Narrowing his eyes in an attempt to clamp down on his rising emotions, he jerked her ankle in a slide toward him. In the midst of her wrecked state, his voice cut through, “I told you I held the control here. What don’t you understand about that?”
Another crack of the whip against her heaving nipples as his fingers stretched her mercilessly open sent her over the edge. Mindlessly convulsing in her ecstasy, his name slipped out on a moan while inadvertently begging him and agreeing that she trusted him. At this point, she would have allowed him to do whatever he wished with her body and soul as long as he was there to continue in his punishing pleasure.
A ball gag was suddenly shoved into her mouth and snapped into place to ensure her babbling stopped. Contented with licking at the rubbery ball, she dazedly stared at him as he ran a scarf through his hands. His face dropped to hers; piercing blue eyes intimidating as he breathed over her lips, “Trust, Cassidy. It’s time to learn about trusting me.”
He tied the scarf around her eyes. Blind, mute, and ready to bend to his will; she jerked when a controlled blow of the whip landed above her clit. The barest of brushes was like a teasing breath across body and mind, reminding her that he was the one that brandished her pleasure and her pain. The next blow snapped harder on her thigh. Even more painful, it stung for a minute before the air stirred and another snap delivered a twin sting to her other thigh.
Anticipation sank its claws into her, lifting her hips for that delicious sting she assumed would bless her clit. Instead, the hard handle of the whip rubbed over her as the trailing braided tail brushed her leg, then her stomach, before dragging over her nipples. A rush of air made her body writhe, legs spreading wide to signal her yearning to feel the snap upon her clit. Alfie’s laugh flooded the air—amusement, recognition, and a hint of respect—before he surrendered a degree and granted her the licking snap.
She shrieked around the gag, climaxing so intensely that tears sprang to her eyes. If Alfie hadn’t immediately thrust into her, she was sure she would have launched herself at him. Her wrists were jerked above her head as he penetrated inside her; his denial of her touch sent her own need into overdrive. She boldly dragged the soles of her feet over the backs of his legs, curling her hips to meet every plunge of his cock.
He groaned against her neck, “You’re mine, Cassidy.”
He repeated mine with each deep plunge as if desperate for her to recognize it. Unable to speak due to the gag, she whimpered back as her nails dug into his palms and her feet absorbed every shift in his muscular legs. His repetitive mine changed to I will own…your pleasure…shatter it…trust me.
Needing her mind to relent more than he cared to admit, he drove his fingers under the blindfold and growled against her mouth, “Look at me.”
Nose to nose with him, she stared into his blue eyes as his breath fanned over her cheek. Mesmerized by the many emotions flickering within his gaze, she tried to read his thoughts. He tensed as if unused to showing so much of himself. She swore tenderness bled into his gaze. Alfie never broke eye contact, lavishing her mentally with this intense connection, while his cock jerked. Within his climax, his control cracked and allowed a world of emotion to flit over his face.
Lethargy drenched every muscle within her, surrendering her to him in body and spirit. When he removed the mouthpiece, she surprised them both when she softly muttered, “You treat me like I’m your sex toy.”
His mind shifted at her vulnerable tone while his gaze dropped to hers, eyebrows rising to drive the point home, “No, Cassidy, you’re a beautiful treasure to me. Like the one you broke.”
She spooned into him before glancing over her shoulder to accuse, “You enjoyed hurting me.”
Having spent his anger and calmed, he told her with a thoughtful look, “I enjoy granting pleasure through pain. Anything else isn’t…intentional.”
On a deep breath but still not understanding his world, she took a chance and said, “I accept. I’ll sign your contract.”
Delilah Gardner
The next installment of this story is available now!
My Billionaire Master: Shattered By Him (Part Two)
Now employed by her gorgeous billionaire benefactor, Cassidy is surprised to be called upon so soon; Alfie has invitations to an event, and insists that his new employee accompany him. Far from fine dining, however, she instead finds a lurid mansion, populated by masked, naked unknowns! The time has evidently come to test Cassidy's resolve; will she really do everything her boss asks of her?
Table of Contents
Title Page
Part One
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
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