Rock Hard American Billionaire

by Paris Rose

  He bit and sucked my neck as he climbed on top of me and wrestled me into doggy style position in the center of his dark silk comforter. I gazed through the retractable glass wall at the foot of the bed. The ocean looked like an endless dark abyss, and the full moon cast an eerie silver glow upon us.

  “Don’t move,” Trevor barked. I could see his shadow dance across the wall out of the corner of my eye, and I heard him rustling wildly through a trunk in front of the nightstand as he pinned me face down to the bed with one hand. “In just a matter of minutes, I’m going to take what you promised me.” He spoke slowly and deliberately. “But first I need to make sure I have unfettered access to your gorgeous body.” He exhaled as he squeezed the fleshiest part of my bottom. “So I’m going to have to restrain you.” I could tell by the bruteness in his touch, and the way that he was breathing, that he had worked himself into quite the sexual frenzy. I had never seen Trevor so worked up before. My heart raced as he pulled two long, thick ropes from the trunk. I sat up so I could see what he was doing. “Lie back down,” he growled. “I need you to trust me. Don’t resist or it’s going to hurt. Okay?” His voice was low and rough. “I want you face down, bottom up.” I nodded and lay back down on my stomach. My body was pulsing with adrenaline. I was shaking as he looped the rope around my wrist and threaded it through the rungs at the foot of the bed before tying a series of intricate knots and firmly securing my arm to the bed post. He followed the same procedure on the other side.

  “Prop yourself up on your knees more,” he commanded. I could barely move with my arms stretched so far apart, but I slowly managed to prop myself up one knee at a time so that I was face down with my chest pressed into the mattress, my arms spread and my bottom up and fully exposed. I looked as if I was bowing to a sacred god or being prepared for some sort of religious sacrifice. The elaborate reverential pose was quite fitting for the occasion, considering that I was surrendering my body to Trevor Dunaway, the alpha deity. I turned my head to the side so that I could breathe. My skin was damp with anticipation as Trevor slowly pulled my ankles apart and used the rope to secure me in such a way that I was wide open. I was completely helpless and immobile. My heart almost beat out of my chest as I wondered what Trevor would do next. I was shaking uncontrollably. I whimpered as I felt an overwhelming combination of excitement and dread.

  Trevor ran his hand down my back and over my curves. “It’s good that you’re scared. The adrenaline heightens your senses.” His touch made my skin tingle. “I want to keep you right on the precipice between heaven and hell,” he whispered.

  His voice gave me chills.

  “Close your eyes so you can focus on all of your other senses. I bet you can hear your own heartbeat. And I know that you can smell your own excitement, because I can smell you from here. Your sex smells so good.” He panted hungrily as he rustled through the trunk again. I heard him pull out a few items, but I couldn’t see what they were. “Tell me, Giavanna, what does anticipation taste like?” My breath caught in my throat as he grabbed a handful of my hair and sucked on my neck. He pressed his body against me from behind as he slid his hands beneath me and toyed with my breasts. I moaned as he continued to kiss and lick my neck. I was ridiculously wet with anticipation. My heart fluttered as he caressed my backside with feathery light touches. He covered my thighs and bottom with warm wet kisses that made my head spin. He slapped my ass hard before massaging me with firm, deep strokes. My body jolted from the intensity of the sensation. I moaned as he grabbed my hips and bit and sucked the fleshiest part of my bottom. I was so turned on that I thought I was going to explode.

  He lay on his back beneath my arched mound. My breath caught in my throat as he buried his face between my legs. I whimpered in delight as he grabbed my thighs, pulled me down onto his parted lips, and pleasured me with his tongue. I fucked his mouth so hard that I came twice, and I knew we were just getting started. My eyes watered with satisfaction.

  I inhaled sharply as he slid out from under me and grabbed my bottom with both hands. “I’m so hungry for you, Giavanna. I hope you’re ready for me to claim you. I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.” His voice was strained. He groaned as his fingers traveled down the crevice of my backside. My muscles tensed in anticipation as I felt him pour something cool and slippery where his fingers had been.

  I gasped as he ran his fingers down the trail of lube before slowly penetrating me where I had never been penetrated before. I held my breath as he slid his finger in and out of me to a sensual rhythm. It was so titillating that the sensations caused my head to spin. I drew in a sharp breath and held it as he slipped in a second finger and worked me over.

  “Breathe, Giavanna. I need you to breathe or else you’re going to pass out.” I let out a ragged breath as he removed his fingers from inside of me. “I think you’re ready. Now relax and let me take you.” His voice was strained with desire. I felt hot and naughty. I had never submitted to someone like this before. The head rush took me to ethereal heights.

  I gasped as Trevor slid the head of his cock up and down my crevice. “I was going to use a condom,” he spoke though ragged breaths as his hardness slowly penetrated me. “But I decided I wanted to feel all of you.” He let out a satisfied groan as my muscles clenched around his cock.

  I felt a cascade of pleasure mixed with an intense pressure and a little bit of pain. I drew in a sharp breath as he continued to press into me more deeply. The experience was heightened by the fact that I was immobile and wide open for Trevor to have his way with me.

  He stilled for a moment allowing my body to adjust to his size. I cried out as soon as he began to rock his hips. He grunted each time he thrust into me. I bit my bottom lip as the sound of his satisfaction made my clit throb. I stretched to accommodate him as his thrusts became more aggressive. The pain was surprisingly bearable; in fact, it was almost pleasant. It started to feel better and better as I relaxed into his rhythm. I exhaled as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me faster and faster, with each crest of ecstasy spilling over and splashing into the next.

  My senses were heightened by anticipation. I heard the soft sound of something vibrating as I felt Trevor reach across the bed. “You’re about to see the light, Giavanna,” he whispered in my ear. I gasped as I suddenly felt something soft and rubbery pulsing against my clit. I moaned as the sensation permeated my entire body.

  Trevor rubbed the vibrator against me as he continued to penetrate me from behind. I cried out as I was so overtaken by pleasure that my heart almost beat out of my chest. I held my breath for a few seconds. I felt like I was going to explode. The tension was almost unbearable.

  “Go ahead, Giavanna. It’s okay to let go,” he panted in my ear. The sound of his voice and the feeling of his breath on my skin drove me to the brink of insanity. I screamed his name and my entire body spasmed as he got his release inside of me with one hard pump. My body shook as we peaked simultaneously. My climax was so intense that I started sobbing as I came down. The overwhelming sensations pulsing through my body elevated my spirit to a sublime level of existence.

  I couldn’t stop trembling. Tears streamed down my cheeks as he withdrew from my body. We both struggled for air as he untied me. I immediately crawled into his arms as soon as I was free. I needed to be close to him. I felt a profound sense of solace as he held me in his embrace. I buried my face in the crook of his neck as he softly caressed my back until my sobbing gradually subsided.

  When I woke up the next morning, I felt as if I’d just had a near-death experience. I squeezed my eyes shut as I tried to figure out if the events I remembered from the previous night had actually happened, or if I had dreamed them. My body ached as if I had been ravaged by a beast. I stretched out my arms and legs to relieve the tension in my muscles. When I opened my eyes and saw the rope on the floor, I realized that although my experience of absolute submission seemed to transcend reality, it had in fact actually happened. The afterglow left me exhilarated yet ne
edy. I felt bound by Trevor’s power and hungry for his control.

  I allowed him to take me whenever and however he wanted for the remainder of our Hawaiian get away. At the end of the trip, he gave me a stunning platinum choker with four-carat diamonds. It reminded me of a dog collar. He said it was his way of marking his territory, and he wanted me to wear it whenever I went out.

  Chapter 7

  IT WAS THE DAY before Saint Patrick’s Day, and Trevor had convinced me to try my hand at baking. I’m terrible in the kitchen, but somehow he persuaded me to help him make mint chocolate chip cupcakes for his friend’s St. Patty’s party later that night. The first batch was in the oven, and we were working on our second batch. “Trevor, I can’t believe you have me baking. Don’t you have a staff for this?”

  “The couple that is throwing the party are very dear friends of mine, so I wanted to do something nice for them. Besides, it’s about time you learn your way around the kitchen. Baking is a good skill to have.”

  “Whatever, Trevor.” I rolled my eyes.

  “Stop giving me attitude and make yourself useful. Grab me another mixing bowl from the cabinet while I take out the cupcakes in the oven.”

  “Yes, Mr. Bossy.” I walked across the kitchen and reached above my head to grab a mixing bowl, but because my fingers were slick with butter, the bowl slipped out of my hands and shattered on the floor. “Shit! Sorry, Trevor.” I gasped. I felt so clumsy. I knew there was a reason I didn’t bake.

  He turned around to see what all the commotion was. “Giavanna, you have to learn to be more careful,” he chastised.

  “I’m sorry, I’ll clean it up.”

  “Don’t worry about cleaning it up. That’s what my staff is for. But I am going to have to discipline you for this.” His eyes lit up. “It’s been far too long since you’ve given me the opportunity to spank you. I have been dreaming about bending you over, but you’ve been such a good girl since Hawaii, you haven’t given me any reason to. At last, the time has come.” His gaze seemed to penetrate my clothes. My body quivered as he looked me up and down. I knew there was no getting out of this one, so I didn’t even try to object.

  He grabbed me by the wrist and led me to the kitchen table. He placed his fingers under my chin and lifted my head so that I was looking into his eyes. “Pull down your underwear so I can spank you. I’m going to punish you with that wooden spoon over there for being careless and for making a mess.” He pointed to the long-handled wooden spoon on the counter. I felt exposed as I stood wearing only an oversized button-down shirt and a pair of panties.

  Trevor practically leapt across the kitchen and grabbed the spoon off the counter. He walked back over to the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down without breaking eye contact. The fire in his gaze made me tremble. I lifted the shirt I was wearing and pulled my panties down as told.

  Trevor pulled me toward him. “Now bend over across my knee.” I obediently did as told. His tone was intimidating. I felt delicate and vulnerable as he firmly gripped the back of my neck. He had full access to my bare bottom, and he was holding me in place so I couldn’t move. I exhaled as he softly caressed my backside. His touch immediately aroused me, even though I was slightly on edge. I felt my blood rush to the surface as he squeezed the fleshiest part of my bottom before spreading out the sensation with firm deep strokes.

  “I’ve been waiting for this for far too long,” he breathed. He brought the wooden spoon down across my backside. The stinging sensation made my nipples harden. He brought the spoon down again, this time with more force. I felt my bottom turn red. When he struck me again, it stung even worse, but I was surprisingly wet for him. My hips grinded to the rhythm of his methodical strikes.

  I gasped as he almost took me over the edge with a series of rapid forceful taps between my legs. He tugged on my hair as he continued swatting my backside. He intermittently spanked and caressed my throbbing bottom. The barrage of alternating sensations made my hair stand on end. I was so overwhelmed that I was on the brink of tears. My muscles clenched as the tension that was mounting within me was enough to make me want to scream. I needed release more than anything. My stinging bottom and the fact that I was unable to move made me feel helpless and fragile. I really wanted to be kissed and held. Just as I thought I couldn’t take any more, Trevor’s spanking ceased and he soothed my irritated skin with soft, gentle strokes. My entire body was shaking and I was moist with excitement, although, for some reason, I still felt like I was about to cry.

  Trevor released his grip from my neck and softly stroked my hair while I was still bent over his knee. “Come here. Come sit on my lap,” he soothed gently. I eagerly did as told. I welcomed the opportunity to get lost in his embrace. I kicked my panties off from around my ankles as I wrapped my arms around him and laid my head on his shoulder. “Did you like that?” he prodded as I felt his hardness swell beneath me. I could tell by the look in his eye and the way his body felt that he was extremely turned on.

  “I don’t know.” I shrugged. My entire body ached for him, but mentally I felt off-kilter.

  “I’m sorry I had to spank you. Next time, I promise not to force you to bake.” He kissed me on the cheek.

  “Good.” I managed to smile, even though my psyche was battered by a storm of mixed emotions.

  “Just as you deserved to be disciplined for messing up, you also deserve to be rewarded for your efforts. I’ve got a treat for you.” The seductiveness in his tone made me throb for him.

  “Mmmm, what’s that?” I murmured as I buried my face in the crook of his neck. His scent soothed me.

  “Stand up for a second.” I quietly did as told. He dropped his pants as he stood before me. I began to salivate as I admired his perfectly toned thighs and his generously proportioned manhood. He grabbed a canister of mint-flavored whipped cream and covered his rock-hard cock with it. “I want you to taste me,” Trevor practically growled.

  He was ridiculously sexy when he was turned on. I licked my lips in anticipation as I knelt before him and slowly licked from the base of his throbbing hardness all the way to the tip. He dug his fingers into my shoulders as he exhaled. I loved the way the whipped cream felt cool and minty against my tongue. I squeezed his thighs as I continued to eagerly suck the dissipating trail of whipped cream off of his delicate skin. He grunted as I squeezed his bottom and took his entire length in my mouth. I gently grazed his backside with my fingernails as I slowly bobbed my head up and down. His hips bucked with excitement.

  I squeezed his balls as I sucked him harder and faster. He let out a ragged breath and stroked my hair. He grunted my name through clenched teeth as I continued to pleasure him. I gazed into his eyes and moaned as he looked down at me. I continued to hold eye contact as I took him completely over the edge. I enjoyed the way the saltiness of his warm explosion complimented the minty sweetness of the whipped cream. I swallowed every drop before standing and kissing him on the lips.

  I felt needy and hungry. I wanted to consume all of him and have him devour me in return. He moaned as he welcomed my sweet sticky kisses. He forcefully drove his tongue into my mouth as he backed me up against the kitchen table. I gasped as he suddenly grabbed my thighs and lifted me so that I was sitting on the table. My heart was racing and my breathing was shallow.

  He grunted as he pushed me backwards and climbed on top of me. My body writhed beneath him as he began to kiss me with more fervor. I let out a ragged breath as he slid his hands under my shirt and toyed with my nipples. I nibbled his bottom lip as a burst of pleasure pulsed through me.

  His mouth slowly traveled down my neck, across my collarbone, and to my chest as he unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it to the floor. He pulled his shirt off from over his head before plunging two fingers inside of my eager wetness. A breathy moan escaped me as I was overtaken by an overwhelming wave of pleasure. My body began to tremble as he continued to thrust inside me with his fingers. He grabbed the canister of whipped cream and squirted it between my thighs. T
he sensation made me tingle.

  I ran my fingers through his hair as he slowly licked the delicate folds of my womanhood. He sucked on my clit as he devoured the mound of whipped cream between my legs. I struggled for air, as a volatile warmth completely overtook me.

  “Mmmm, you taste so good,” he moaned as he continued licking me. The sound of his voice took me completely over the edge. I was startled by the suddenness of my climax.

  “Oh Trevor,” I murmured breathlessly as I came down. He crawled on top of me and brought his mouth to mine. I licked my juices from his lips and I slowly lapped up the mess of whipped cream that covered his face. Our tongues played with each other outside of our mouths as we exchanged wet sloppy kisses. I no longer felt distraught about the spanking. In fact, I felt exhilarated. I realized how lucky I was to have him. He was always pushing my limits and taking me to new heights. He made me feel so good—I didn’t mind him bossing me around and spanking me sometimes. I felt warm and peaceful as I lay my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat.

  “I don’t think we’re going to make it to the party. Let’s go upstairs and get cleaned up. I want to have you in the shower,” he said. My heart fluttered and my muscles clenched at the thought of having shower sex with one of the sexiest men on the planet. But I was disappointed that we weren’t going to the party. I was in the mood to socialize, but I decided against objecting to his command. I didn’t want to give him any reason to discipline me. I climbed off the table and obediently did as told.

  Trevor and I made love until it hurt. I enjoyed the satisfied aching between my legs, but I was glad that the night was coming to an end as he pulled the covers over us and enveloped me in his embrace. I was exhausted. Sometimes being with Trevor was overwhelming. I was grateful that we had such a vibrant sex life, but there were times when I was starting to feel like I was his fuck toy instead of his girlfriend. All we ever did anymore was have sex. We rarely did anything social with other couples. And we were both too busy working to ever do anything romantic.