Billionaire's Matchmaker

by Sierra Cartwright

  With a sigh, she returned to his closet and hung the tie from the valet. The wood panel she’d noticed earlier stood open, displaying an array of BDSM paraphernalia. Her mouth dropped open. Now she understood why he’d sent her to fetch the butterfly. It was so that she’d see his dozens of torture devices, floggers in different lengths and sizes, one made from chain that terrified her. He had an assortment of paddles and canes, along with cuffs, numerous skeins of rope, blindfolds, a gag made from a ball, and others near it that were from metal and appeared to be made to hold a mouth open.

  “Also four of those long fabric strips,” he called out. “With metal clips on the end.”

  She suspected he intended to use them to restrain her.

  “And two sets of cuffs!”

  Earlier, she could have pulled out of his tie, but these would keep her secure. It unnerved her as much as it excited her.

  She picked up the silicone vibrator from the bottom shelf. It had two straps attached, and it appeared innocent enough. A little voice whispered that it was anything but.

  Carrying the items he’d ordered, she walked back into the bedroom. He’d stripped down the bedspread and top sheet.

  “Thank you.” He dropped a gentle kiss on her forehead.

  The contrast of his caring and unrelenting nature both occupying the same space at the same time unbalanced her.

  He took the strips from her, then said, “Please put it on.”

  While he attached the restraints to the bedframe, she pulled the butterfly into place. The silicone was firm and cool.

  “That looks sexy on you.”

  She wrinkled her nose.

  “I’d like you in the middle of the bed. On your back.”

  To keep the thing in place, she moved gingerly and pressed it against her body. “Oh!”

  “Imagine once I turn it on.”

  Hope had to fight to stave off an orgasm just getting into place.

  He fastened the cuffs around her wrists and ankles, then positioned her spread-eagle and helpless. “Everything okay?”

  Except for the terrible awareness of her exposure.

  “Let me clarify—no problems with circulation, with the cuffs being too tight?”

  “No.” Her voice was too soft even for her to hear. “I mean, I’m okay. I’d prefer a spanking to more orgasm denial.”

  He sat on the bed next to her. “I acknowledge what you’ve said.” He captured a lock of hair and played with it.

  “But you won’t change your mind, will you? Because you’re the Lord of Domination and you’re in charge.”

  “Lord of Domination?”

  Oh, God, she hadn’t said that out loud.

  His smile was both swift and triumphant. “I like that. You can use it in place of my name in your phone so that whenever we talk you’ll be reminded of this moment when you were helpless and terrified.”

  Hope sighed, loving and hating this dynamic. It was anything but boring, unlike how her sex life had been until this point.

  “Shall we begin?”

  He waited with seeming bountiful patience for her consent.

  “Yes, Rafe.”

  With a nod, he stood, adjusted his shirtsleeves above his elbows, then went into the closet.

  Was he was gone for an inordinate amount of time or did it just feel like it because she was left alone, helpless, aware of her nudity and her journey into submission, a bit anxious about what to expect.

  When he returned, he was carrying a rectangular fob about an inch thick. “Is that what I think it is?”

  “A remote control, yes. The power to make you whimper and beg and cry.”

  His grin was terrifying.

  Instead of returning to sit next to her as she had guessed he might, Rafe slid the chair across the floor until it was positioned at the foot of the bed.

  Then he stood, adjusted the elastic straps a little higher up her legs, used two fingers to part her labia, then snuggled the butterfly into her pussy. His touch, impersonal and precise, made her wiggle. She ached for him to get her off. Instead, he readjusted the black strap on her left thigh once more, making it even tighter, before taking a seat.

  He watched her as she fought to relax. It took a couple of minutes for her to release the tension in her muscles, sink into the mattress, then find patience and peace, feelings that were unfamiliar to her. Only then did Rafe flip on the device.

  A soft sensation flickered across her clit, grabbing her attention. Before she could do anything other than take a shallow breath, he turned off the switch.

  “How was that?”

  She’d been afraid the vibration would be something she’d struggle to tolerate, but it hadn’t been bad. Much less intense than she’d feared. She lifted her head a little to see him. “Fine.”

  “Are you ready?” His grin promised there was something to be wary of.

  “Yes.” The word didn’t come out as strong as it would have been even thirty seconds before.

  Rafe slid his forefinger across the switch.

  A faint hum filled the room, and the butterfly fluttered against her clit, this time with more force. She sucked in a gasp. “God almighty.” Her toes curled. For the first time, she tugged against her bondage, trying to escape even as she sought more. “Rafe!”

  “This is hotter than watching you trying to get yourself off on the pillow.”

  She tried to picture herself, no secrets from his sharp gaze, her pussy spread and held wide.

  He notched the switch higher.

  She screamed. Earlier this evening, she was sure it wouldn’t have seemed so extreme, but since he’d kept her teetering on the edge for so long, this was difficult to bear. Hope dug her heels into the mattress, trying to use it as leverage to lift herself, but his bonds were too secure.

  A million electrical zaps arced through her pussy. “I… I…” In under a minute, she needed to come.

  Her body went rigid, and she closed her eyes…only to have the room go silent, the vibrator turn off. She exhaled a deep, shuddering breath, the type she had after a long run or during interval training on the elliptical at the gym.

  “Discovering how easy you are to arouse is gratifying.”

  Rafe gave her no time to answer or recover. He turned the vibrator to high, making her cry out. She tried to roll to one side to escape, and because she couldn’t, she tightened her buttocks in a vain attempt to ignore the powerful toy.

  He continued to run the vibrator hard while she wailed his name.

  She couldn’t move or touch herself.

  Rafe sat there, master of all, keeping her panting and desperate.

  Her safe word offered an escape, but Hope didn’t want to grab it. No one had ever demanded so much of her. It—Rafe—would destroy her.

  Her pussy was stretched by the relentless toy when he allowed her to rest.

  Even though it was turned off, little shocks pulsed through her. It took a full minute for her to drag her pulse back under control.

  She wasn’t aware of him moving, but he stroked her hair back from her face. Hope blinked. Approval radiated from his eyes. And for that drug, she’d endure anything.

  “One more denial. Can you do it?”

  Hope wanted to respond with “Do your worst.” But the truth was, she wasn’t that brave. As he’d said, he was much better at this game than she was, and she’d be smart not to test him. “Yes, Rafe.”

  He pressed his thumb to her lips, then stroked one of her eyebrows.

  When he sat on the chair, she braced herself, tightening her muscles. But… The vibrator barely fluttered, just an exquisite kiss against her genitals.

  She sighed with pleasure. After the vibrator’s rigorous shuddering, she appreciated the gentleness. No longer needing to fight, she surrendered. “So nice…”

  After a few minutes, the flicker from the silicone, combined with a low-grade hum, unnerved her. Unlike the previous two times, this wasn’t an avalanche of arousal. It was a small wave that started in the d
istance, then grew, crested, then crashed against the shore. “Rafe! Damn it!” Because it came from the furthest recesses of her body and had taken so much time to build, this was stealthier, so much stealthier than the earlier ones had been. She was helpless. Why the hell had she wanted him to do his worst? “I can’t…” Fuck. With the way her limbs were restrained, there was no way for her to dislodge the annoyance or get enough pressure to achieve completion.

  He stood and walked around the bed to stand beside her.

  “I’m…” She couldn’t form a coherent sentence.

  “Almost there,” he agreed. He squeezed each of her nipples in turn, making her yelp.

  He pulled the shimmering device from her for a second and she breathed out a heartfelt “Thank you.”

  “Don’t thank me yet.” He increased the speed and pressed it into her, hard.

  She sobbed, unsatisfied and drained.

  “I imagined you to be fierce”—he turned off the remote and tossed it onto the nightstand—“but I had no idea how incredible you’d be.”

  He kissed her, mouth-fucking her. She responded in kind, taking and giving, tasting.

  When he ended the kiss, his eyes were heavy. “I want a thousand more nights like this.”

  So do I. Life had taught her not to wish for the impossible, but she was.

  He left her long enough to unclip her bonds. Though he didn’t remove her cuffs, he rubbed her skin. Then, fortunately, he lowered the elastic straps from her hips.

  “If you threw that thing away, I’d do a happy dance.”

  Rafe helped her up, and she wrapped her arms around her upturned knees, recovering. Reverberations rocked her body, and she needed an orgasm.

  Rafe picked up the paddle before moving the chair to where it had been. He placed the spanking implement on the nearby table, within easy reach. “Come here, Hope.” He pointed to his lap.

  “You’re still going to spank me?” After all that?

  “I am, indeed.”

  Rafe appreciated the seductive, sleepy haze in Hope’s golden eyes. It reminded him of the first rays of dawn before the sun fully emerged.

  He extended his hand in her direction and she climbed from the bed and took tiny, hesitating steps. At first, she kept her legs wider than normal, as if hoping not to arouse herself. But for the last couple, she pressed her legs together. She was in such distress that his dick hardened to granite.

  She stood in front of him, her head tipped back.

  “Tell me why you’re being spanked.”

  “For coming without permission.”

  “And?”

  She curled her hands at her sides. “Because you’re the Lord of Domination and you said so.”

  He grinned. “Yes. That’s correct.” And he wanted to show her the beautiful, sensual side of BDSM. “Over my lap, please.”

  “I…”

  He offered his hand again. She slipped her small palm against his; then he helped her to get situated, ensuring her fingertips could touch the floor. The truth was, he would keep her safe, always. “Relax your head. If you keep it tense, you may get a crick in your neck.” When she didn’t follow his instruction fast enough, he pressed his hand between her shoulder blades, easing her into position.

  Before she could arrange herself, he lifted one knee to unbalance her. As she tried to press her palms against the floor, he placed one of his legs behind her knees, trapping her with her full ass on total display, her buttocks where he wanted them.

  He’d promised her no bruises, so he took his time caressing her skin, then rubbing it vigorously.

  “Uhmp.”

  Because of her undignified position, it would be difficult for her to speak, and her moans suited him fine. He continued to rub until her flesh turned a satisfying pink.

  “This…” She squealed. “Not…spanking.”

  “It’s part of it.” He could do this all night. Rafe gave her a few gentle swats, making sure there was plenty of blood flow to the area he intended to paddle.

  “That’s all?” Despite his admonition, she turned her head to look at him. “I thought it would hurt.”

  “That wasn’t the spanking.” He chuckled at her innocence. “It was a small warm-up.”

  “Oh.” She allowed her body to go limp.

  “I’m going to give a few with my hand.”

  “Yum.” Her gasp thrilled him.

  After placing a hand on the far side of her waist, he spanked each of her buttocks.

  She sighed and settled into him more. Damn. Her trust… He rubbed the affected spots. “The next will be a little harder. Breathe through it and accept. Struggle will make any pain more problematic. But it will dissipate if you sink into it.” He stroked between her legs. As hot and swollen as her pussy was, it wouldn’t take much to turn her on.

  He gave her two more fast swats.

  “Oh, Rafe. I have to… You have to let me…”

  “No.” He delivered the last two that he intended to give her with his hand. “How are you doing so far?”

  “It’s so…amazing.”

  Her surrender humbled him. “My sweet, sweet Hope.” He wondered if she’d say the same thing when he switched to the paddle? He stroked her for a few seconds until she tightened her buttocks and began to buck. Before she could come, he pulled his hand away. “Rafe!”

  “We’re almost there,” he promised, picking up the paddle. “This will hurt more than the hand spanks.” He pressed the wood against the fleshiest part of her ass. “Remember my advice?”

  “Breathe. Accept it.”

  “Close enough.” He pulled back the paddle, then swung it, hitting the place he’d intended.

  She lifted her head, her hair spilling around her like a curtain.

  “Breathe,” he prompted.

  As if starved for oxygen, she gulped for air.

  “And again.”

  She did.

  “Better?” He pushed his hand against the heated spot.

  She nodded, and the clip fell from her hair to clatter against the hardwood floor.

  The pink of her skin was the stuff of fantasies. He’d dream of it forever. “Ready?”

  “Yes.”

  He aimed for a spot right above the other. Afterward, he stroked away the pain.

  “Oh, God.”

  She didn’t have to tell him the problem. He smelled her pheromones. She liked this. This sexy woman was born for him.

  The third strike of the paddle was the searing brand of his possession.

  “Rafe!”

  This time, he didn’t touch the mark, didn’t try to take away her pain. Instead, he savored the sight and her whimpers. Mine. Hope was his, whether she acknowledged it or not.

  After the fourth, she understood what to do and found the rhythm he set. Instead of tightening her muscles, she kept them loose. “Beautiful,” he told her.

  He paddled her again, much harder this time. The shameless sub tried to grind her cunt against his thigh. “Hussy.” Christ almighty. He couldn’t enjoy her more.

  “Please, please, please.”

  “Say it.”

  “Sir!”

  She turned the honorific into a plaintive wail. It took extraordinary resolve not to lift her, hold her against him and give her the orgasm she so prettily begged for. “Last one.” He aimed for her sit spot, so she wouldn’t forget it for a long time.

  Even though he warned her, she didn’t clench. “Ask for it,” he encouraged.

  “I want you to paddle me, please.”

  Like he’d promised earlier, she was begging for it. Pride filled him, and he let the paddle fly.

  She cried out as she pushed herself from the floor.

  He kept her legs pinned, but this time he rubbed away the pain and pressed a hand against her pussy to distract her. “You did well. Not that I expected anything different.”

  Hope was shaking as he helped her up. He kept her close where he wanted her, maneuvering her body so that she sat on his lap. He pulled he
r against him, locks of her hair draping across his chest. Her body was chilled, and he stroked her arm to chase away the goose bumps while she took a few short breaths.

  They remained as they were for long minutes. Eventually, she placed a palm on his shoulder to push away from him.

  “How was your first spanking?” He brushed back her hair to see her expression.

  “It was…” She opened her mouth, but no words emerged.

  He understood her conundrum. He wasn’t sure what it meant to him to spank her, either. Her reactions had softened a part of him that he hadn’t realized he’d walled off. What they’d shared had been physical, but emotional as well. Pain. Pleasure. Tying them together, knotting a bond that he might not want to undo. Her screams, cries, gasps had been real in a way nothing else had ever been for him.

  “This sounds ridiculous…” She paused. “I liked it. The pain went away fast, and then I was hotter than I’d ever been.” She pressed her palms together. “I’m not sure how much more I want or could take. I’m ready to lose my mind. The need to orgasm… It’s…more than uncomfortable. I can’t think about anything else.”

  “Sweet Hope, if you were mine, I might keep you like that. Send you to work each morning with your clit throbbing and an order not to touch yourself. Forbid you to wear underwear, perhaps. Call you several times a day and instruct you to masturbate without getting yourself off.”

  “That’s terrifying.”

  “Good.” He stood and carried her to the bed, where he placed her on the edge. “Undress me.”

  “Finally.” She reached for his belt.

  Her hands trembled. From their play? Or from anticipation? Her fingers slipped off the buckle once before she managed to release it. Then she pulled the leather free of its loops. “Roll it up and leave it on the nightstand. In case I need to thrash you later.”

  She gasped. “You wouldn’t!” Her mouth said one thing, but her eyes gleamed.

  What had he unleashed?

  Hope unfastened the button at the top of his trousers. Before she could lower his zipper, he said, “Shoes and socks.”

  Her movements fluid, she accepted his hand, slid from the bed and onto her knees. Why in the name of fuck had he resisted the idea of being involved with a woman who was into the lifestyle?