Billionaire Romance Boxed Set (9 Book Bundle)

by Julia Kent

  Katherine blinked. “You haven’t.” She’d not dwelled on it, but now that he mentioned it seemed absurd. She’d shown him the most private areas of her body, allowed him to touch her, and he’d never even kissed her. Her heart pounded as he angled her head properly, then pressed his lips firmly against hers. He seduced with soft, tender kisses, tiny nips that sent shivers down her spine, and strokes of his tongue that had her opening her mouth willingly. He slid his tongue in and out, rubbing it against her own tongue and the roof of her mouth, and the motion was overtly sexual, mimicking the act. He nipped her tongue between his teeth and sucked on it, enticing a moan from her.

  “So sweet,” he growled against her lips, pulling back slightly. “So innocent. Haven’t you been with a man before?”

  “Very few times, Master,” she admitted softly, her eyes drifting away from his. “And it has been a long time.”

  He lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze, which was surprisingly gentle. “Then this will be a night to remember, for both of us. I will take great pleasure in your sexual awakening. And I promise, you will too.”

  The limo came to a stop, and Katherine looked over Mark’s head and out the window to see the lighted front steps of what looked to be an apartment complex. Or maybe it was a hotel—it looked far more elegant than any complex she’d ever seen, but she knew Mark lived in Chicago so she didn’t understand why he’d live in a hotel anyway.

  “Good evening, Mr. Donaldson,” the man at the front desk greeted him as they walked into the foyer. His grey eyes passed over Katherine with no comment. She supposed he saw women come and go often enough.

  “Evening, Richard.”

  They rode the elevator up to the top floor, and stepped right into an anteroom. Her eyes took in the arched ceiling, the marble floor, the tastefully decorated walls as he took her hand and led her to the French doors on the other side. The entered a thirty-foot living room with vaulted ceilings, lapis lazuli fireplace and a seemingly endless stretch of glass walls that offered a panoramic view of the city.

  “This is a penthouse, isn’t it?” she asked, her eyes trailing up a curving staircase that led to another set of French doors she could only imagine led to his bedroom.

  “Two floors, fifteen rooms,” he answered, smiling a little at the look of awe on her face. “Do you like it?”

  “It’s gorgeous.” Her eyes settled on the dark brown leather couch in front of the fire place, and she wandered over to it, her lust momentarily put at bay by the sheer amount of wealth being thrust in her face. Her hands slid along the buttery soft leather as she sat down. “I would love to curl up right here with a blanket in front of the fire with a book during the winter. It would be just right.”

  He smiled as he joined her on the couch. “I like curling up on here with a woman even more.” His eyes gleamed, igniting the banked coals of her desire once more. “I’m going to get something from upstairs. When I come back, I expect you to have your dress and shoes off.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  She watched him walk up the staircase, admiring the way his suit seemed to flow around his powerful body, and licked her lips. Only when the doors had closed did she stand up and slowly tug off her dress. It seemed absurd since he’d already seen her naked, but she was still a bit self-conscious. She placed her dress and shoes off to the side, and, standing only in the thong he’d bought her, looked around. A motion caught her eye and she looked to see her reflection in the windows. Her hair was still up, she noticed, and wondered if she should take it down. It would end up down eventually, she decided, pulling the pins from it so that it cascaded down and around her shoulders, covering the tips of her breasts. She looked like Eve, she decided, staring at herself in the glass again.

  She was just placing her earrings on a side table when he came down the stairs again, carrying a small bag. Her heartbeat raced at the sight of him—he’d removed his shoes, jacket and shirt, leaving on only the pair of grey slacks. The muscles of his chest were perfectly formed as they gleamed in the light. But the smile on his lips died as his eyes landed on hers, and she recoiled as they flashed with ire.

  “Did I ask you to let down your hair?” he asked softly as he approached her

  “N-no, Master.” She backed up a step as he closed the distance between them, and her legs hit the back of the couch as he placed his hands on either side of her hips.

  “Did I not tell you that you were to follow my orders?”

  “Yes, you did,” she whispered. “Master.”

  “Then why did you not follow them?”

  “But I did,” she told him, confused. “I took off the shoes and dress. I didn’t realize you wanted me to leave everything else on.”

  He stroked the side of her cheek gently. “I understand you are new to all this,” he told her, looking deeply into her eyes, and she relaxed slightly as she saw the anger in them had abated. “And I will learn to be more specific with my directions. But when we are together you must do exactly as I say, nothing more, nothing less. If you disobey my orders, you will be punished. And I’m afraid I’ll have to punish you now.”

  Katherine gulped, her eyes wide. “Yes, Master.” What sort of punishment would he give her?

  “Turn around,” he ordered, grabbing her arms when she did so. She felt him wrap cloth around her wrists, tightly enough so that she could feel the bones rub together as he tied the knot. “I’ve changed my mind. We’re going upstairs.”

  With one hand on her shoulder and the other around her forearm he marched her up the winding staircase and through the ornate double doors. They opened into a lavish bedroom with thick carpeting, gilt-edged walls, and a canopy bed with sin-black sheets that looked so decadent her pulse jumped at the idea of being in it with him. Instead of leading her to it, he pushed her onward to the opposite wall, which was completely concealed by dark, heavy curtains. Pulling on a golden rope, the curtain glided to the left, revealing a black dungeon door. Without releasing his grip on her shoulder, he inserted a large metal key into the lock, then pulled open the door. She half expected it to creak ominously, but it glided open silently on obviously well oiled hinges.

  Inside, her jaw dropped at the sight– the walls were dark grey stone, like that in a true dungeon, with fake torches glowing in brackets placed all along the walls. A long, metal table dominated the room, black restraint cuffs resting at the corners. She could see they were attached to the table by chains. There was some sort of swing-like contraption near the far wall that she couldn’t even conceive of, and there was another table with various tools and restraints. She tried to crane her neck to get a look at them, but he led her straight to the table and lifted her up onto it.

  Since she had no hands to support her, she was forced to turn her head to the side and rest her cheek against the cold metal. As she did so, her eyes widened at the sight of a wide, rectangular mirror, displaying her full length as she sprawled on the table. She was shocked at just how wanton she looked, with her hair spilling around her face, her breasts pressed against the table, and her scantily-clad ass rising in the air.

  She watched as Mark placed one of his big hands on her bottom, meeting her eyes in the mirror, and smiled slightly. “There’s one in front of you too, and also one overhead. I like my submissive to watch what I am doing to them, while I am doing it.”

  “Oh.” She said in a small voice, then yelped when he pinched her bottom.

  “Oh…?”

  “Master,” she added sheepishly.

  “Good girl.” Mark tugged her legs open and secured the restraints around her ankles. “Now, for your punishment.” He picked up a black paddle from the table and smacked her left cheek with it. She gasped at the stinging pain. He smacked the opposite cheek, delivering the same pain. Her legs trembled as he continued to alternate, the stinging turning into a dull throb—a throb that extended between her legs, she realized. With each strike of the paddle she could feel her pussy thrum, could feel the little vibrator shake a littl
e against her clit. She felt a tiny bit of moisture run down the inside of her right thigh, and knew that if she were able to reach a hand between her legs she would find her thong was soaked.

  Looking in the mirror again, she saw that his face was expressionless as he paddled her, but his eyes were gleaming. She whimpered a little at the sight of her ass, all shiny pink now, then gasped as he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up.

  “Not loud enough,” he growled, bringing the paddle down just a little harder. “I want to hear you beg.”

  A cry escaped her lips as he dragged her back, the sound a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Please,” she gasped as he tugged on her hair harder.

  The crack of the paddle against her ass reverberated louder through the room. “Please what? What do you want?”

  “I… I can’t…” she cried out as he smacked her with the paddle again.

  “I know that deep inside that shy, conservative exterior is a sexy wanton,” he growled in her ear. “It’s her I want to bring out to play with me. Now tell me, what do you want?”

  “I want… release…” she gasped, tears stinging her eyes. “Please, Master.”

  The paddle cracked against her flesh again, but lighter this time. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

  “I want…” her jaw worked for a moment as she forced herself to say the words aloud. “I want your mouth on me…on me. Pleasing me. Master”

  “Down here? On your wet, pink pussy?” He slipped a finger beneath the scrap of cloth that covered it and her knees nearly buckled.

  “Yes. Please, Master,” she begged again.

  “Good girl. You’re learning.” He placed the paddle aside and squeezed her cheeks gently in each hand. “You have such a beautiful ass,” he murmured as she moaned in pleasure-pain. “So round and pink. I might just give you what you want—but first you have to please me.”

  His hands released her sore cheeks, then undid the restraints on her wrists and ankles. She brought her hands around to rub her wrists gently, but didn’t dare move anything else until he ordered her to.

  “On all fours,” he told her, coming around the table as she obeyed. Her eyes widened as he undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants, freeing his cock. He wore neither boxers nor briefs beneath as the pants pooled around his ankles. The mushroom tip was large and pink, a drop of pre-cum glistening near the slit, and a blue vein stood out along the side of its long, thick length. She licked her lips, her heart pounding double time.

  He pressed that pink tip against her lips. “Take it,” he ordered, fisting his right hand in her hair.

  Her tongue darted out again, this time to taste. It swirled around the head of his cock, soaking up the drop of sweet and salty pre-cum, and she marveled at the silky feel of it against her tongue. When a low groan was her only response she became a little bolder, stroking her tongue from the base of his shaft and up to the tip, then slowly sucking the head into her mouth. His fingers tightened the more of him she took into her mouth, and she inhaled the heady scent of him through her nose. He was almost too big—her lips barely touched the base, where his crisp hairs teased her skin.

  “That’s a good little pet,” he breathed as she began to move her head up and down. Both his hands were fisted in her hair now as she learned her rhythm. Tasting him, listening to the sounds of her pleasure, she realized that even though she was the submissive, she still had power of her own. He may have had countless other women here and in that big, black bed of his, but she was the one giving him pleasure now. The knowledge swelled her with pride, and made her even more aware of her own femininity.

  Soon he was thrusting his hips against her face, pushing his cock into her mouth faster than she was able to keep up. He let out a shuddering groan as his seed exploded in her mouth, and she swallowed the hot, sweet, salty liquid as he pulsed inside her.

  He pulled out of her and laid her head against his abdomen. “You have pleased me well, Katherine. You have earned a reward.”

  “Thank you, Master.” She smiled, her pussy throbbing at the mention of a ‘reward’. Would he give her what she asked for?

  “On your back,” he ordered, and she rolled over to comply. He slid her panties off her legs and she smiled with anticipation, certain he was going to kneel between her legs any moment now. When he began securing her wrists and ankles in the restraints again a hint of panic rose up.

  “I… I thought we were done with my punishment?” she asked, trying to keep her voice from trembling. What was he going to do to her? “Master?”

  He gave her a reassuring smile. “I promise you’ll enjoy this. I’ll be right back.”

  Katherine bit her lip to hold back a cry as he walked out, leaving her alone in this single room with no windows. She was terribly aware of the fact that she was naked and chained to this table, and if something were to happen to him she would be left alone in here for a long time. Days, maybe weeks even. The thought had her heart hammering against her ribcage as though it were trying to break free to escape. Sweat beaded along her forehead and she had to fight not to strain against the restraints. It was unlikely she could break free anyway, but too much movement could possibly send the table toppling, and that would make things worse for her.

  Trust. He had said to trust him, and that she would be safe. She was going to have to trust that he would be back.

  She let out the breath she was holding when the door opened again and Mark entered holding an ice cube tray and the black cloth he used to tie her wrists. He was still naked, and she admired the gleam of his muscles in the dim light as well as his confidence—even without all those windows downstairs she wouldn’t have felt comfortable walking through her apartment buck naked.

  He returned her smile of relief as he shut the door behind him. “Missed me?” He set the items on a nearby table.

  “I was… afraid to be alone in here, Master,” she admitted.

  He stroked a warm hand down the side of her hip—a comforting gesture but it heated her blood all the same. “Don’t worry. I would never let anything happen to you.” He picked up the blindfold and wrapped it around her head. “I promised I would take care of you, didn’t I?”

  “Yes.” Her pulse rocketed as her vision was taken away. “Master, what—”

  “Shh.” He silenced her with a kiss. “Just sit back and enjoy what I’m about to do to you.”

  She heard the brief sound of plastic scraping against metal, and remembered the ice cube tray he’d left. Suddenly a cold shock ripped through her body as he placed an ice cube in the middle of her abdomen. It forced a gasp from her, and he chuckled.

  “It’s been a long time since I’ve done this with a woman,” he purred, sliding the ice cube up her abdomen. His tongue followed in the wet trail, enflaming her even as he continued to chill her. Fire and Ice. She trembled as her body throbbed with need. The ice cube slid along the undersides of her breasts, and she cried out in shock when he circled it around her left nipple. It was already incredibly sensitive, and the ice made them stiffen to the point where it was almost—but not quite—painful. A throaty moan escaped her throat when he followed up with his tongue, swirling it before she bit down gently.

  “How’s that?” he asked, sliding the ice cube across to her other breast. “Does it feel good.”

  “Yes,” she moaned, writhing as he slid the ice over her other nipple. “More, Master. Please.”

  “You’re so hot,” he murmured, and then licked her nipple. “This ice cube is almost gone. I’ll have to get another. Here, take this one.”

  He pressed the small bit of ice against her lips and she opened her mouth, sucking it in along with the tip of his finger. Chuckling, he allowed her to suck his finger for just a moment before pulling away. He returned with another ice cube and continued to tease her with it, running it down and around her breasts, the sides of her hips, her abdomen. He went through another as he worked on her legs, dragging it on the undersides of her knees, down her calves, on the botto
ms of her feet, licking and nibbling as he went so that she never really got chilled. Even though he was covering every inch of her with ice, she only burned hotter for him.

  “Please, Master,” she begged, her body trembling with the effort of keeping still, of not squirming and thrashing. “I can’t take much more.”

  “Soon,” he promised. She heard him loosen the slack on the chains restraining her ankles. “Bend your knees for me, Katherine.”

  Once she did there was a pause, and then he came around and removed the blindfold. “I want you to watch this part,” he told her, his voice dark with passion. His eyes fairly sizzled with it, and a quick glance down told her he didn’t have a very long recovery time at all.

  “I will, Master,” she promised.

  He walked around again, then gripped her knees and pushed her legs open. “You must keep your legs open at all times. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  She watched as he took another ice cube from the tray, and cried out when he dragged it down her pussy. Her legs trembled as he worked the piece of ice around her clitoris and along the edges of her nether lips, and the sensations were more intense than the vibrating panties. The licks of his tongue that followed make her feel like she was being licked by a tongue of flame rather than one of flesh. Her pussy throbbed, her nipples ached, her entire body was flushed. She was getting close. Very close.

  “Please, Master, may I come?”

  “Not yet,” he told her. He slid the ice down further, to the entrance of her rear, and she gasped, eyes wide with shock this time.

  “Had anyone ever touched you here?” he asked, locking eyes with her as he swirled the piece of ice around down there. The entrance to her rear throbbed with pleasure, the same as her pussy.

  “N-no, Master,” she answered, her cheeks scarlet with embarrassment. “I’ve heard of it though.” And had always thought of anal sex as being strange and gross. But as her rear throbbed in earnest, she was having trouble remembering exactly why.