His thrust grew faster. He was almost possessed with the strength of his strokes. His body rose up, his strong hands squeezing my sides and hips. He was wild and untamed, riding me so hard. I could only lie there and savor the pleasure.
“That's it, whore!” he groaned when I came. “Love my cock!”
“I love it!” I gasped. “I love you!”
“Dirty whore! I'm going to give you what you crave.”
His hand squeezed hard on my flesh. His cock buried in me. He came inside me.
The heat of him mixed with my the roar of my climax, adding to the passion. I moaned as I was completely lost to the wonderful pleasure my Billionaire had given me. I didn't want this moment to ever end.
But it did.
Francois pulled out of me, falling down on the bed beside me, breathing hard, sweat drenching his smooth, muscular chest. I laid my head on the pillow, still gasping for my breath. He was so handsome. I reached out, resting my hand on his wonderful chest.
I loved him so much. My heart beat faster.
“Francois,” I smiled. It was time to tell him. To confess my feelings and let him know just how much he meant to me. “I—”
The doorbell rang.
“Good. Our guest has arrived,” Francois smiled, sitting up. “Go and answered the door, ma belle rose.”
“I just need to—”
“Do not keep my guest waiting,” he sternly said.
I sighed. There would be time to tell him later. I rolled out of bed, pushing my blonde hair out of my face.
“And no need to get dressed.”
I flushed. I was more than naked. It would be obvious that I had just been freshly fucked. A naughty thrill passed through me; Francois's guest would see that my French billionaire had claimed me fully. I padded through the condo to the front door and opened it with a flourish. “Welcome to...what are you doing here?”
Chapter Eleven
I gaped at Mr. Curtis standing before the doorway. No. This couldn't be happening. I had finally experienced the bliss of making love with Francois. And now he's here to ruin everything. The Black billionaire's eyes lit up at the sight of my flushed, naked body and a thrilled shiver went through me right to my rebellious pussy.
Mr. Curtis smiled at me, his black hand cupping my face. “Is that any way to greet your Master?”
“You're not my master,” I snapped. “I'm Francois's maid.”
His dark hand cupped my chin, stroking me with this thick thumb and a wild heat burned through me as he stared down at me. Why did he affect me so? I had just made wonderful love to Francois and all ready my body was betraying him.
Then Mr. Curtis kissed me and I felt a knew fire stir in my aching depths.
I broke away.
“You should be far more welcoming,” he grinned. “I should punish you.”
“You should, Ajax,” Francois answered. “You should tie her up and flog her. I want to see that.”
Mr. Curtis hefted the duffel bag I hadn't noticed in his other hand. “I brought all the supplies you wanted.”
Francois nodded. “We'll tie her up in the bedroom. She has been quite the dirty whore today.”
Shame burned through me as Mr. Curtis let out a knowing laugh. Then he pushed past me into the condo and I closed the door. My head bowed, and I strode up to the pair. My insides were twisted with excitement at being tied up by Mr. Curtis again.
And Francois would get to watch and I knew how much he enjoyed that.
“What's this?” Mr. Curtis asked, picking up my cheap crown.
“Her silly toy,” Francois dismissed. “I already scolded her for such a tacky accessory.”
Mr. Curtis looked at me, playing with the crown.
“I need a shower, Ajax. Get her ready to be played with.”
“Sure, Francois.”
My lover strode into his bedroom, the shower hissing on in the master bathroom.
Mr. Curtis sat my crown back on the bed. “He doesn't love you. I hope you realize that.”
“He does,” I objected. “We just made wonderful love before you arrived.”
His dark face grew sad. “You should be mine. I'd love you so much.”
“You just love to tie me up and whip me. That's not the same”
“I think you love that just as much as I do,” he grinned, then seized me by a nipple ring, tugging hard, and led me to the bedroom. He took a deep breath and laughed. “You two tore this room up.”
“We made love.”
“Sure you did.”
I bristled at that. How dare this man cast dispersion on our love. I didn't care how big and strong he was. I didn't care that he was my lovers friend. My mouth opened to berate him as he pulled something out of the duffel bag. “Now, you listen here, buster, I—”
He shoved a ball gag into my lips, muffling my words, and deftly tightened it behind my head. It was the pink one. I liked it more than the other ball gags he had. It wasn't quite as big and my jaw didn't hurt so much after wearing it.
I couldn't talk anymore, so I put my hands on my hips and glared at him.
“I would be so happy to tame your passion,” he rumbled, pulling out a pair of gold weights attached to short, thin chains. He held them up and I let out a throaty groan. “I know, your favorites. I brought them all.”
He clipped the first weight to my right nipple ring, pulling down my breast and stretching my pink nub. The pain shivered through me—so wonderful. Then he added the second one and I squeaked into the ball gag. As I moved, they swayed, pulling my breasts in new direction, their pressure keeping that constant, and wonderful, level of pain.
“On your hands and knees on the bed.”
I shook my head.
“You are in a defiant mood today,” he grinned, pulling out a string of anal beads. “I was going to slip these in, but if you don't want to be a good slut and cooperate...” His grin was wicked.
I squeezed my butt, staring at those beads—pink and clear, starting small and growing larger. I didn't want to obey him, but he was just dominating me for Francois's amusement. So it really wasn't Mr. Curtis I was submitting to.
Nope. Not at all.
I was totally ignoring those dark, hungry eyes commanding me to obey.
I crawled onto the bed, perched just how he wanted.
“That's a good, obedient slut,” he grinned.
I shot him a dirty look.
He pulled out the lube, working the cold liquid into my bowels, his two fingers sliding in and out of me, stirring up more pleasure inside me. Then he grabbed the line of beads, each connected to the other, and pushed the first, and smallest, one into me.
I groaned into the gag as my ass opened up to accept the bead, then closing behind it. He pushed the second one in, and the third, slowly feeling me up with the wonderful beads, my bowels clenching about them. He pushed the fourth and fifth into me, stuffing me full, and then the sixth.
So amazing.
He pulled out a spreader bar, pushing my ankles roughly apart. The leather manacle was cold on my ankles as he attached me to the bar, forcing my legs to stay apart and keeping my pussy on display. He pulled out a length of rope and wrapped them around the base of my breasts, pulling them tight and squeezing my heavy mounds, the fibers biting into my flesh—more pain to join my aching nipples. He stretched my hands out before me, tying the end of the rope around my wrist, keeping a tight pressure on my breasts, then tied the rope to the headboard, keeping my hands stretched out before me.
I was completely helpless, my body stretched and taut, the pain and discomfort mixing with my excitement. I trembled in anticipation. The shower shut off. I looked to the bathroom door and my gorgeous, hunky billionaire strode out, his body glistening with drops of water.
A hungry smile crossed his lips. “Good work as always,” he praised. “You have outdone yourself, Ajax.”
“She's the perfect specimen to work with.” Mr. Curtis's strong hand squeezed my plump ass. “Which flogger would y
ou like, Francois? Or, perhaps, a paddle.”
“Did you bring the chain one?”
Metal clinked and Francois took the chain flogger from Mr. Curtis. Nine, thin chains attached to a leather-wrapped handle. My ass squeezed down on the anal beads in anticipation of its kiss.
“I think I'll use the paddle. Let's give Issy some variety.” Mr. Curtis held it out, long and narrow, the wood waxed until it shone. Then he cracked it on my ass. I grunted, savoring the pain, my breasts swaying, setting the heavy weights to swinging.
“Dirty slut!” Francois laughed and the flogger swished down on my naked ass, painting stripes of fire.
I groaned again, shifting and panting. I kept staring at Francois, loving the delight I saw in his eyes as he whipped me. I was so naked and exposed. His flogger fell all across my plump butt and thighs and with my legs exposed, there was nothing to stop it from striking the sensitive lips of my pussy. The pain was sharp, dulling to pleasure.
Their blows made my ass clench about the anal beads, working them around inside me. All these wonderful sensations mixed together, spurred on by Francois's degrading words. “Filthy maid! Whip her ass! Look at the slut! She loves it! Her filthy juices are running down her legs and staining my bed.”
I moaned, straining against my restraints. I was so close to cumming.
“Look at her. She needs to be fucked like a filthy bitch,” laughed Francois.
I do. Please, Francois, make love to me. I'm ready.
“Fuck her, Ajax. Let me see that Black cock violate her sweet pussy.”
“I can never resist Issy.”
The bed shook as Mr. Curtis climbed behind me. His strong hands squeezed my burning ass, then he rubbed the head of his thick cock on my dripping pussy. He pushed in. I was spread open, his cock pressing against the anal beads in my ass as he drove all the way into me.
God, his cock was amazing.
My back arched. My abused ass pressed back into his thrust, my bowels clenching around the anal beads. Pain and pleasure mixed inside me—pleasure from his cock in my pussy and the anal beads in my ass and pain from the swinging weights on my nipples, the rope binding my body, and the welts and bruises on my rear.
Francois fisted his cock. “That's it. Defile the slut! Dirty the maid. She's beauty reveling in the filth. Une belle rose se vautrer dans la boue, à jamais ruiné!”
He stroke his cock faster, moving to the front of the bed. I worked my body, moaning and groaning, performing for my lover. This is what he wanted from me, and I was more than happy to give it to him.
Another powerful, mind-numbing climax built in me. Mr. Curtis knew how to work my body—he had lots of practice. Francois knelt on the bed, fisting his cock right in front of my lips. I wanted to suck him so bad. I wanted to pleasure him.
He read my mind.
Francois unsnapped the ball gag. I had a moment to lick my dried lips before his cock plunged into my mouth. I sucked him as he stroked my blonde hair, looking down at me. The two men fucked me, my body trapped beneath their strength, helpless to satisfy them.
I came hard.
I sucked and groaned about Francois's cock as my pussy clenched down on Mr. Curtis's girth and my bowels squeezed down on those wonderful beads. I was giving my love exactly what he wanted and I was so happy. All the pain and discomfort was worth it for his dark eyes looking down at me, his fingers stroking my cheeks.
“Filthy whore,” he groaned and erupted into my mouth.
I swallowed his thick, salty load, savoring his flavor. He grunted as more spilled out of him. I kept sucking, my tongue working around the tip, gathering every last drop of him. He stumbled back and I gasped for air as he sat down on the bed.
“Fuck, that was hot,” groaned Mr. Curtis, his thrusts growing faster.
He finished in me as Francois watched, lazily stroking his thigh as he savored his own pleasure. Mr. Curtis thrust one last time in me then pulled out, his hand giving me a parting squeeze. No one spoke for a moment, all of us breathing hard. I wanted to collapse, but I was still tied up, my body aching.
“Thank you, Ajax,” Francois smiled. “You were masterful as all ways.”
Ajax laughed. “I guess so. Mind if I use the shower.”
“No, no. I can understand wanting to shower after that.”
“Yeah,” Mr. Curtis said, his voice stiff.
He walked into the bathroom. The shower hissed to life.
I looked at Francois, smiling at him. “Did you enjoy it, Sir?”
“I did,” he grinned. “I do so love to watch ma belle rose.”
I flushed and smiled, looking at him, my heart beating fast. It was time to tell him. “Francois...I...” I took a deep breath. “I love you.”
“So?” he shrugged.
I blinked. “Well, um, don't you...care for me.”
“Not in the least.”
His words were a dagger buried into my heart. “But...but...then why do you watch me with such hungry eyes?” My tears brimmed hot, about to overflow.
“Because you are a ravishing creature. But I could never love a filthy beast.”
A tear ran down my cheeks.
“Do not cry, whore,” he sighed. “Women always get this way. Your silly hearts always get confused. I had hoped you would be better. Zera told me of your whorish ways back home. But I guess even the trashiest woman isn't immune to that weakness.”
“But...I only let you watch me and let...Mr. Curtis fuck me because...I thought you....loved me.”
I couldn't help the sobs. I wanted to be stronger.
“This is getting tiresome,” he groaned, standing up and seizing the ball gag. “I don't need to hear the bleatings of a silly, little girl.”
“No! Stop!” I shouted as he forced the gag into my mouth. I strained at my bonds, pulling on the headboards and ignoring the rope biting into the base of my tits and my wrists.
“I don't know why you're struggling. You love this,” he laughed. “You're just a filthy slut that needs a man to beat your ass.”
He picked up the paddle and slammed it down on my rear.
I screamed into the gag. I wasn't going to sit here and let him do this to me. Anger burned inside me. My hands pulled at the rope, trying to slip free. The rope bit into my wrists. Mr. Curtis had tied them too securely.
Crack!
I shot him a look over my shoulder as the gag muffled my scream. Asshole! I can't believe I bared my heart for him. How had I been such an idiot? He was never gentle or loving with me. It was those damned, sexy eyes and his exotic, French accent. Just superficial garbage. He was ugly underneath.
Crack!
Well screw him. If he didn't want to love me, then he could go fuck himself.
Crack!
“Sale pute! Vous êtes bon pour rien d'autre que d'être regardé. Trop sale à l'amour, salope stupide!”
I didn't speak French, but I could still hear the insults.
I scooted closer to the headboard, seizing the rope and pulling myself to it. I wasn't about to let this asshole get anymore enjoyment out of my body. If I could get to the knots and free my hands, I could stop him. My ass screamed in pain as the paddle slammed in again. Tears ran down my cheeks as the pain burned through me. Without the pleasure and excitement, this wasn't fun. This wasn't sexy.
“Que pensez-vous que vous faites, salope!” His hands seized my waist, pulling me back from the headboard. “Je ne suis pas fini avec toi, pute!”
“What the fuck is going on?”
Chapter Twelve
The powerful words echoed through the bedroom. Francois and I both froze, looking at the master bathroom's doorway.
Mr. Curtis stood at the bathroom door dressed in his jeans and an unbuttoned shirt, his ebony muscles tensed. I had never seen him look so furious before, his strong hands curled into fists.
“Just playing with the slut some more,” Francois answered.
“Well, it looks like she doesn't want to play any longer.”
“Sh
e's my maid and I'll play with her if it want to.” The paddle landed on my ass again. “I pay the whore enough.”
Mr. Curtis let out a growl and strode across the room. He seized Francois wrist and ripped the paddle from his hand, throwing it on the floor. “Why are you beating her? Can't you tell she's not into it anymore.”
“What does that matter?” Francois demanded. “She's here to be beaten.”
“When she wants it,” Mr. Curtis growled. “You stupid fucking asshole. She's got to be willing to submit to it. You can't just beat her for the hell of it. What the fuck happened while I was in the shower.”
“The stupid whore wouldn't stop bleating about how much she loved me. It was—”
Mr. Curtis punched Francois in the face. Hard. The French asshole stumbled back, falling in a naked heap on the floor. He groaned, struggling to get to his feet. Mr. Curtis raised a threatening fist and Francois nodded, and stayed collapsed on the floor.
Then he moved around to me, pulling the ball gag out, his fingers stroking my cheek. “Thank you,” I whispered. “He's lucky I was tied up, 'cause I would have whooped his ass for what he did.”
Mr. Curtis chuckled. “I bet you would have.”
“He wouldn't be the first guy I whooped.”
His ebony fingers quickly undid the knots, freeing my wrists and breasts, unclamping the weights from my fingers. As I rubbed my wrists and glared at the asshole I thought I had loved, Mr. Curtis freed my ankles.
Then he scooped me up in his arms and carried me out of the room. His dark eyes stared at me, so full of warmth. In the living room he set me down on the couch, watching as I dressed. His eyes were so wonderful and dark.
How had I failed to notice just how warm they had been? How tender he was beneath his stern, commanding dominance. God, what a fool I had been. I laughed, fresh tears leaking down my cheeks as I pulled on my maid uniform.
“Don't forget your crown,” he said, picking it up and setting it on my head. “There. Now you are just radiant.”
“You love me,” I whispered, not a question, but a statement. “You really do.”
“I do.” He cupped my chin. “How could I not love such a feisty woman. I burn to tame you.”
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