Billionaire's Pet 2 (BDSM, Domination and Submission Erotic Romance) Read Free Page B

stiff pearl inside with a leisurely grinding circle before he pulled his hand away. "Stroke yourself, Katelyn. For me."
    Her eyes pleaded with him to retract the command. Moving off the bed, he shook his head. "The more obedient you are, the quicker I'll reward you, pet."
    She started with slow, long strokes that made his cock throb at the end of each swipe. Reaching back into his pockets, he pulled out two ribbons of black silk. Seeing her hesitate, he warned her, his voice growing stern. "Don't stop, Katelyn."
    Another stroke had her biting hard on her bottom lip. He took one slim ankle and looped a ribbon around it before securing the fabric to the bedpost. Her hips were dancing little circles by the time he tied the second loop in place, the ankle restraints completely forgotten.
    Climbing back onto the bed, he eased her fingers aside. "My turn, pet."
    "Yes, please…"
    He closed his eyes for a second, overwhelmed by the need in her voice. He couldn't remember a time his chest felt so tight -- or his balls. He lowered his mouth to the sweet, dancing, throbbing clit, the skin pulling tight with each pulse of blood through the engorged flesh. When he gently put his lips to it, Katelyn cried out, her hips twitching as she hovered at the precipice of her release.
    He looked over her mound, across the length of her clenched stomach and the lush, heaving breasts to see her staring glassy-eyed at the ceiling.
    "Oh, pet," he whispered, almost as lost as the woman trembling and straining beneath him. "Are you waiting for permission?"
    "Yes!"
    Her choked, breathless admission had him ready to come with her and he hadn't even slipped inside her tight, grasping pussy. He moved up the bed, his hands swapping places to push his pajama bottoms far enough down his hips while one hand continued to tease her cunt.
    Fishing one last object from his pocket, he brought a condom wrapper up and ripped the foil with his teeth. With his cock sheathed, his fingers returned to toying inside her. He took whisper softs strokes designed to keep her right at the edge, forcing her to continue withholding her own climax.
    "Please," she whispered desperately.
    "Not yet, pet, my cock isn't in you."
    Her hips lifted and pushed, little dips forcing her mound to rub up and down his shaft. He increased the pressure inside her, his fingers cupping a spongy mass of tissue just inside her entrance until she calmed, her climax still unreleased. The air moved in and out of her in shuddering moans, her body otherwise tight and motionless.
    Griffin withdrew his fingers and pressed down on her mound. "Plant that sweet ass on the bed, Katelyn."
    When she relented, he massaged her thighs one at a time so their forced position wouldn't cause her to cramp. When her breathing evened, he covered her with his body again, his weight off her as he leaned on one arm. His free hand pushed his cock down, sweeping the fat head along her clit before teasing the hole.
    He wedged the tip against her opening. Finding her moist and receptive, he pushed forward. His chest dragged along her nipples as he sank all the way in, making her whimper with need. Tomorrow he would clamp those sensitive little buds, elevating her to a new level of ecstasy.
    He brushed the hair from her face then trapped her head between his hands. Beautiful, but she probably didn't think so. Or she tried to hide it, not wanting the attention. He stroked her high cheek bones with his thumb, his cock gently savoring the contours of her pussy. His chest pressing down on her swollen breasts, he kissed her again. He took her mouth slowly, studying what pleased her most. Her hands, restrained, framed his hips when he softly bit at her bottom lip. When his tongue curled between her top lip and teeth, her nails dug into his sides and her pussy squeezed tighter. He repeated the curling lick, his cock slowly dragging backwards at the same time to hook just inside her gate.
    Her thighs flexed, her legs spread too far apart to