Billionaire's Pet 2 (BDSM, Domination and Submission Erotic Romance)

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Author: Christa Wick
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at Katelyn, Griffin moved back up the bed until his chest was over hers. Shifting his weight for a second, he retrieved the restraints from the floor and placed them next to her opposite hip.
    She stiffened immediately, her body and gaze turning inward. Griffin shook his head. His hands returned to her face to lightly hold her in place as he spoke to her. "No retreating, Katelyn."
    Knowing he would need a little extra leverage to get the restraints on Katelyn, Griffin had been stingy with his kisses in their earlier sessions. She'd been visibly frustrated by his refusals. Hands still cupping her face, he brushed the side of his mouth against hers. "I'm going to cuff you, pet."
    He switched sides, his chest tightening with pleasure when her lips tracked his. She wanted his kisses as much as she wanted his fingers and cock stroking inside her. He teased the corner of her mouth, flesh ghosting flesh until she mewled softly in her frustration. His tongue traced the seam of her lips as his hand moved down to the juncture of her thighs. Her lips parted as her hips pressed up, her mound meeting his palm as he cupped and squeezed the plumped labia through the leather gusset.
    He kissed her, his fingers mimicking his tongue with a slow curling inside her moist depths. Moaning, she lifted her arms as if she would wrap them around his shoulders. He stopped, breaking the kiss as he warned her.
    "Down, pet."
    "Grif-fin!" She panted between syllables, her hips rolling frustrated circles.
    He rubbed his cheek against hers. There was a time to be stern, this wasn't it. She had to learn the heights of ecstasy he could bring her to once she obeyed, then these little flashes of obstinacy could be handled more firmly. "You want my kisses, pet?"
    "Yes…"
    Her breathless admission surprised him. He almost kissed her, caught himself before he could relent. He squeezed her pussy instead, her body bucking once beneath his touch. He stared into her hazel eyes when he spoke again. "You want my cock in you."
    "Yes." Her cheeks burned red when she answered and he saw tears pooling along the surface of her eyes.
    He brushed his lips across hers, still holding her gaze. "You want me kissing you and fucking you with my cock when I let this pretty little pussy of yours come."
    Katelyn's eyes rolled back in her head, her whole torso straining toward him even as she meekly brought her hands down near her hips, her left wrist brushing against the restraints.
    He watched a stray tear roll from the outer corner of her eye to her temple.
    "Beautiful, pet." He kissed the tear away then moved down her legs and spread her thighs apart. Filling the space, he took the cuffs and fastened them around her wrists. Reaching into one pocket of his silk bottoms, he removed a carabiner and hooked the right cuff to the metal hip ring on the right side of her leather suit. He repeated on the left side so that both of her hands were restrained at hip level.
    Detaching the broad strip of leather between her legs, Griffin exposed her pussy. "Spread them open for me, Katelyn."
    She struggled inside the restraints until her fingers were angled and, once extended, could pull back her labia. Her hands shook as she pinched the thick lips apart for his inspection.
    "Oh, yes." He breathed the words out, mesmerized as much by her submission as the beautifully splayed folds of her sex. "Pet definitely has an achy little pussy."
    He lowered his body until he was scrunched down, his face only a few inches from Katelyn's cunt. "Bright red, drenched and…"
    His tongue snaked out. Katelyn's body levitated for a heartbeat when it touched her pulsing clit.
    "Sensitive," he finished with a soft laugh. He traced the rim of muscle guarding her cunt with a wet fingertip. She squirmed, the muscles irising like a lens, snapping shut when his finger traced down one side, relaxing when he traced up the other.
    Sitting up, he slowly ran a fingertip from the top of her clit down to the hood, teasing the

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