For His Pleasure (Dominated By The Billionaire) Page 3
“Likewise.” Emily turned back to Mark. “So you finally got rid of that greasy stick, did you?”
“Fred is still around,” Mark said as Katherine’s lips twitched. “Katherine assists me in… other capacities.”
Katherine’s eyes dropped to her plate as she suddenly became very interested in her meal—she knew she would blush if Emily met her eyes. Thankfully the woman was content to converse with Mark, and paid Katherine no mind. She was just beginning to relax again, having finished a second glass of champagne and a good portion of the food on her plate, when Mark’s fingers gently slid up the hem of her dress, fingers gliding along her inner thigh. Breath caught in her throat, she glanced over at him, but his attention was firmly fixed on Emily.
Wondering if she was imagining things, she dared a glance beneath the table, and saw his fingers curled around her leg for an instant before his grip tightened subtly. His eyes were still fixed on Emily as he conversed with her and other board members at the table, but the message was clear; he didn’t want her drawing attention to herself, or what he was doing with her.
“So how is it that you’ve come to work for Mark, Katherine?” one of the other board members, a man in his forties leaned in to ask her.
“Oh! I… uh…” the pad of his thumb began massaging the inside of her leg in slow circles, and she had to fight to marshal her thoughts as the man led her into a conversation. It was everything she could do to keep her voice steady, and though she considered slapping at his hand or kicking him underneath the table, she had the feeling that would violate the rules of the game.
Eventually they had a moment of silence in which no one was talking with them, and she leaned over to whisper in Mark’s ear. “You’re tormenting me.”
“Just a taste of what’s to come, darling,” he murmured back.
She stiffened as the vibrator hummed against her clit, and at the same time the lights dimmed and Emily ascended to the podium to make her opening speech for the fundraiser. Chuckling, Mark stroked her back briefly as everyone clapped—Katherine would have joined in but her hands were gripping the sides of the chair for dear life.
“Remember,” he whispered wickedly in her ear, “you can’t come unless I say so.”
The fundraising dinner lasted an hour and a half, and it was the longest hour and a half she’d ever lived through. Mark didn’t keep the vibrator on the entire time, but would turn it on and off at random intervals, keeping her on her toes so that she never knew when it was going to hit her. Sometimes it was when someone was talking up on the podium and no one was paying attention to her; other times it was when someone was talking to her, or even when she was mid-sentence—those were the most mortifying. By the end of the fundraiser she was in a state of such heightened need she could barely walk, and clung to Mark’s arm for dear life as he escorted her out and into the limo.
“Please, Master,” she told him once they were safely inside and the car was moving. “I can’t take this anymore.”
He only smiled and crooked a finger, beckoning to her. “Come and sit in my lap.”
She scrambled to obey, and he positioned her so that she was straddling his lap. His erection pressed right up against her panties, and she whimpered.
“Uh-uh.” He gripped her hips tightly when she began rubbing herself against him, forcing her to stop. “if you do that, you’re going to come. I didn’t say you could come yet.”
“When will you let me?” she asked breathlessly. “Please, I want to.”
“I know.” He framed her face with his big hands so that she was staring up into his deep brown eyes. They were darkly seductive, beckoning with hot promise, and they filled her vision so that she felt as though she were drowning in them. His thumb stroked her lower lip gently. “But I haven’t kissed you yet, Katherine. I haven’t tasted that luscious mouth of yours.”
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.
“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 submissives 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 little 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. Down there. Pleasing me. Master”
“Down here? On your wet, pink little 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 your 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 or 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?
“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?”