The Billionaire's Desires: A Billionaire BDSM Romance (Mercury Billionaires Book 4)

by Nicole Casey

  There was no easy way out for her. Even when she started to lavish the taste of my meat and vigorously lick my shaft, I wanted to make her cry for me. To do so, I wrapped my hand around her pretty little neck and squeezed. I choked her ever so lightly and each time I applied pressure her tiny throat would contract, squeezing my cock even more. The pleasure was so great that once again I exploded and now I blew my load deep in her mouth.

  It was then that I saw the vibrator had done its job. She was soaking wet from her own orgasm.

  When I looked into her eyes, I saw her desperation to please me. With big puppy eyes she pleaded for me to punish her further and I knew at that moment I had truly won her.

  I looked up at Natasha and marveled how neatly these events had unfolded.

  Not only did I save her financially but now she’d gratify for saving her from getting mugged, raped and killed. Her tender, submissive mind would do the rest for me.

  My triumph was so succulent I couldn’t help but celebrate by fucking her over and over again that night, never stopping for rest. I pounded my cock into her until she finally lost control and lost consciousness.

  When we were done and she was asleep on the floor, I took a collar and leash and made sure she was bound to the wall. I then cleaned myself up and went back to the bedroom to sleep.

  17

  Natasha

  M y days faded and I soon lost track of time. Everything around me became a blur as I spent my days in Marcus’ basement. I couldn’t tell if I had been in for a few hours or a few days.

  None of that mattered anymore. All that I cared about was when he would visit me and grant me a moment of pleasure and reprieve.

  There were times where he’d bind me so tightly to a horizontal post, gagging my mouth as he did. He’d then flog me, drip candle wax on me and then leave me. There were times where he’d turn on a machine with a big dildo attached and it would fuck my pussy for hours until he returned. When he would be back, I’d be dripping in my own juices and he’d punish me further for that.

  Sometimes he would give me some more freedom, keeping me on a collar and leash and I could roam the basement a bit – well, as far as the leash would let me go, that is. During those times I would explore and go through the different toys he kept in the drawers. Many of them I didn’t know how to use but I also found pleasure with the vibrators. They kept me busy whenever the master was out for work.

  However, my greatest joys came from the moments he would arrive and actually fuck me. I cherished those moments the most and I came to learn a great deal from him. I had seen porn videos online before but it was only from my master did I get to experience some strange and yet oddly orgasm-inducing positions. Only by his hand did I truly feel the elation of being a trained slut-slave.

  It was a few hours – perhaps, I couldn’t really tell – after his last visit when I came across toys I hadn’t seen before. They looked like clamps but were smaller and made of pure metal. Without the cuffs binding my hands I managed to pick them up and inspect them closer.

  “Ah, you’ve found those,” the master suddenly spoke. I turned around and found him standing at the basement door. Gleefully I crawled towards him.

  He squatted down and cupped my face and said, “Come, it’s been a day since I last gave you a bath.”

  I smiled and handed him the leash. He took a hold and led me across the basement and to the private bathroom in the corner. There he turned on the hot water and bathed me, hosing me down ever so gently so I could bask in the joy of being cleaned.

  When we were done, he took a white towel, dried me and walked me back to my “kennel.” There he took a hold of the clamps I found and said, “Let’s give these a try then.”

  My eyes shot wide open when I heard him say the words. I bit down on my lip, worried that they might hurt when applied, but I had learned to trust Marcus. Even when he punished me he would always reward my obedience with a rough fucking and I would be allowed to cum afterwards. He was only ever so harsh when I did not live up to his expectations or when I did not immediately obey his commands.

  There was no time to debate, however, and I let Marcus take me by the hand. He twisted my arms around my back and with a band of rope he bound them tightly. He even made sure to twist the rope around my torso and squeeze my tits too. It kind of turned me on to see my body decorated so. He then pushed me to face the wall.

  Marcus pressed my face against the wall but pulled my body back a bit, ensuring my pussy and legs were at least two feet from the flat surface. I had to bend forward and arc a little bit to keep up this position. He then took the rope from my back and looped it around a hook on the ceiling, locking me in place.

  “Breathe in,” he then commanded. “This is going to hurt.”

  I shut my eyes tight, inhaled and bit down on my lip as I waited for the pain. I felt the warmth of his touch when he suddenly grabbed onto my nipples. They were already stiff and I shuddered in ecstasy when he toyed with them a little, circling them with his fingertips.

  Snap!

  “Aah!” I cried out in pain when he locked one of the clamps on my left nipple. He didn’t wait another moment and applied the other clamp on my right nipple just as I was reeling in pain from the first one.

  I felt him press his body against mine and I felt the thickness of his cock as it got hard. It was like a lethal snake pressing against my ass and I wiggled my hips to entice it. I wanted it to bite.

  “F-fuck,” I cried out when the intense pain from the clamps became too much to bear. I couldn’t think or even feel anything else but the stinging heat on my nipples. Even after a few minutes passed I didn’t get used to the pain.

  “Fuck indeed,” Marcus whispered into my ear as he took off his pants and slid them off on the ground. I then felt his dangling meat between my legs and I instantly felt the sensation of lust burning in my chest.

  My master, fortunately, felt the same way and he quickly began to fuck me as we stood leaning against the wall. He took me from behind, gripping my clamped tits and wrapping a heavy set of fingers around my neck as he did. There was only a very brief moment of gentleness, only when he was still easing his way into me, but that evaporated quickly as soon as he got his cock inside. From that point on he slammed his way into my pussy, jerking and thrusting violently.

  When he was done and we were both spent, he finally removed all the rope and clamps and allowed me to slump on the floor. I was exhausted and I couldn’t help but lean my head on the wall and try to catch my breath.

  That was when he told me the good news.

  “You have fulfilled your end of the deal,” he then said. “It’s only been seven days but I see you’re a loyal and obedient little slave. I’ll let you go home and when you do, you’ll see the papers and check for your business loan waiting for you on your bedroom desk.”

  I couldn’t believe it. He really did get me the money for the business? How was that even possible? When did he get it done?

  He didn’t wait for me to say a word to show my gratitude. Instead, he only pushed me to the floor, turned off the lights and left me again in the darkness of his dungeon. I quickly fell asleep, thinking of what I would do now that he was letting me go back to the “normal” world.

  18

  Marcus

  A few hours after our final play I had her prepare so we could leave. I dressed up into a pair of black slacks, a black shirt and my usual black leather shoes. I kept on my pure silver and gold watch and a silver necklace I purchased when I traveled to Japan the previous year.

  When I got to see Natasha, naked and fully bathed, I felt my cock once again get hard in excitement. However, I knew better than to fuck her one more time. Instead, I simply smiled at her and led her to my bedroom.

  It was the first time she truly got to see my room. It must have appeared dark and cold to her – it was all sleek and black with a minimalist design. Even the bed I slept on wasn’t so comfortable but I intended it to be that way so I could wak
e up easily.

  She rested on the edge of the bed as I opened one of my drawers. She flinched a little, perhaps fearing I was going to use yet another toy on her, and it came as a surprise when I revealed not a toy but a gorgeous black dress for her to wear.

  It was a very tight, form-fitting one-piece mini-dress with an off-shoulder and backless design. To go with it I gave her a pair of black high heel sandals with long strap-on laces. I just hoped they were the right size. I had been estimating her foot size ever since I had her in my basement.

  “D-daddy?” she asked me with wonder and amazement when she took hold of the clothes and sandals.

  “Put them on,” I instructed her.

  Like an obedient, well-trained slave, she got up and dressed right in front of me. She looked so gorgeous wearing the dress. When she was done, I had her brush her hair and put on the sandals.

  For one final touch I opened my bedside drawer and took out an elegant, golden necklace. She smiled sheepishly at me and turned around, allowing me to lock the necklace for her.

  “Thank you, daddy,” she said as I pushed her a bit forward so she could marvel at herself in front of a mirror. She stood there for a while, admiring how beautiful she looked. It must have been quite some time since she last saw her reflection and even I had to admit that with her current outfit, she looked more gorgeous than ever.

  “Okay then, let’s go,” I told her. She took my hand and let me lead her out of the house and to the car. She got into the passenger seat without a fuss and waited as I hopped into my side.

  When I was ready to start the car, I noticed she didn’t have her seatbelt on. That made me grin – even now, with her freedom guaranteed, she was ready for me to command her.

  Natasha was quiet for the ride and she didn’t protest when I took a sudden turn towards a street that did not lead towards her apartment. She merely looked out the window with a confused expression but never said a word of protest.

  However, after a good fifteen minutes of driving down the main highway, we reached the countryside and the houses started to fade into the distance. We kept going this way until we drove into a grassy portion of the region and just a few minutes in we reached a small park.

  As we drove in, Natasha looked out and saw the few slides, swings, a biking circle and the see-saw. It was a children’s park but no one was around at this hour.

  I finally slowed down and parked near a cliff overlooking a man-made lake filled with a lot of large fish like golden Koi and more. I then got out of the car, took Natasha by the hand and aided her out so we could sit on the grass and overlook the scenery.

  19

  Natasha

  W hy were we here? I looked out into the horizon and noticed that not a single other soul was here. It was just my master and I sitting out here, enjoying the beautiful sight all by ourselves.

  “I wanted to bring you here,” he then told me as he kept his gaze out into the distance. “This is where I go to clear my mind, relax and just get away from the rest of the world.”

  My mind sparked when I heard him tell me that. I’ve been with my master for some time now but this was the first time he ever told me anything about himself. This was the first time he ever opened up about anything personal.

  “T-thank you for bringing me here, daddy,” I told him. I was lost for words and I didn’t really know how to communicate with him outside of offering my body to him. I turned to look at him and he looked back. I saw a deep melancholy residing in the depths of his gaze.

  He shrugged and caressed my face, pushing back the strands of hair that covered my eyes. He then gave a warm smile and said, “I’ve never brought anyone else here but you. It’s a nice little park but nobody ever seems to come here. Maybe kids just like spending their time playing video games or something. This place is kind of abandoned now.”

  My heart sunk when I heard him say that. It was just melting to hear how special I had become for him. I knew he had a lot of other slaves before but to be the only one he ever brought here meant something. I didn’t know what but it had to be something, right?

  “Well, at least we get to have this place all to ourselves,” I mumbled out, perhaps a little too loud. The words just slipped out of my mouth.

  To my surprise, Marcus wrapped an arm around my waist and embraced me. It wasn’t a rough hug or anything to showcase his dominance over me. It was warm, sweet and gentle. I couldn’t help but lean in and rest my head on his arm.

  “You’re right,” he then said. “We do have this. I really wanted to show you this place but we got so caught up in our little contract that I didn’t find the time to bring you. Now that you’re going home, I figured this to be the best opportunity before there is none.”

  “Why this place though?” I asked him.

  Marcus shrugged and replied, “I never wanted to be a banker, to be honest. I wanted to be like Daxter or Trevor Wild. I wanted to be famous and to be in the front lines of the media. I even took acting classes and worked as a model for a few years.”

  “So why the sudden change in course?” I had to keep pressing. This was my only chance to get to peel off his protective layer.

  “I wasn’t born rich,” he then explained. That revelation came as a bit of a shock. He then continued on, “My dad was a football coach and my mother worked at a diner. They were real simple folk, you know? I always thought I’d grow up and have a simple life like them too. But then my sister kept on getting in trouble.”

  I raised an eyebrow in question, “You have a sister?”

  “Oh yeah, but we never talk nowadays,” he answered. “She was always getting into trouble with boys, drugs and the like. In the end I had to drop my dreams of being a model and actor so I could help her out. I studied accountancy and management because mathematics was the only other field I was good at.”

  “So you became a banker to save your sister?”

  His gaze strayed from the horizon and he looked at me, “That’s right. I ended up having to work as her financial advisor and that hooked me up with more clients until I eventually got linked to some of the big players and corporate leaders. That’s how I made my wealth.”

  “I want to earn a lot of money like you,” I then told him. My thoughts trailed for a moment and I thought of my mom. “My father was an asshole but my mom… you’ll like her, she’s really sweet. I just want to give her a good life, you know?”

  “If this business turns out successful then you’ll make that dream come true,” he then told me. Marcus then got up on his feet and offered his hand to help me back up. “Come on, it’s time to take you home.”

  I smiled, happy to have had this chance to just sit and talk, and grabbed his hand.

  20

  Marcus

  I finally drove her home. It was a little sad to see her go. There was always the possibility that she’d take the money and never talk to me again. We still had over thirty days for our BDSM contract but she already got what she wanted and I did too – I was just lenient enough to let her go early.

  After I dropped her off, I spent the rest of the evening at Mercury Wild. No one was there except for Trevor and Jasmine but they were too busy organizing a new event to promote Daxter and Noelle’s newest fashion line.

  To keep myself busy, I ordered a few drinks and flirted around with a couple of random girls I met dancing to the music. None of the three girls I hung out with could compare to Natasha. None of them were as young, as hot or as submissive as she was. None of them had her intelligence either.

  By two in the morning I was drunk and uncertain of what to do next. I ditched the girls when they went into the bathroom and drove away as quickly as I could. They wouldn’t miss me anyway. There was also some other rich guy for them to leech onto.

  As soon as I got away from the bar, I took a moment to rest by a pancake diner. I was still a little too drunk to be driving anyway so I took the time to rest and sober up a bit. I did order some blueberry waffles and coffee just so I could
stay a while longer.

  While I sat there in my car, in the parking lot, my thoughts trailed and I quickly thought of Natasha. The image of her succulent, young and delicious body got me hard so quickly it was a struggle to not masturbate in my seat, especially when I thought of her soft, pink lips and how her pussy would moisten whenever she’d catch sight of my cock.

  Yet the longer I thought of her the more I realized I missed her.

  I missed the spunk in her voice and the way she would defiantly speak back every now and then. I missed how she’d look at me with those big puppy eyes before I’d whip her and fuck her senseless. I missed the sound of her voice when she’d moan in pleasure and beg for me to keep pounding into her pussy.

  I couldn’t say I loved her – no, we were too far gone from that – but I did feel attached to her. Whether it was because she was truly the ideal slave or because she was just so unique and pleasing to be with, I could never tell.

  “Damn it,” I whispered to myself as I slammed a fist on the steering wheel. I pushed her too hard and too soon. I had thirty-nine days to slowly train her and get her addicted to this lifestyle. I had thirty-nine fucking days and I rushed through it in a week.

  I got impatient. I got too excited.

  Furious and a little disappointed with myself, I hopped out of the car and crossed the street. There was a small motel with a coffee shop. As drunk as I was I knew I couldn’t drive home. I had to settle for a room and just sleep the alcohol out of my system.

  I didn’t bother taking a shower or wasting my time watching a movie. I just plopped down on the bed and shut my eyes. It didn’t take long for me to drift off to sleep.

  ***

  When I awoke the next morning I heard my phone buzzing. I groggily reached for it and to my surprise I found a text message from Natasha. That really woke me up and I quickly sat up to read what she had to say.