Worthy of the Billionaire's Attention Read Free Page A

releasing my tits. He reached out and touched the soft curve of one of them, following the underside and up the cleavage. My breath was ragged and harsh, every muscle in my body taught and waiting for him to tell me I could have release. Every fiber in my body screamed with need. He showed me one of the clothes pins, opening and closing it.
    “When I put this on your nipple, you are allowed to come once. Only once until I say so. Do you understand?” His voice was like velvet in the gray of the room. I nodded vehemently, eager to please. He slowly pinched the ends together, the tip opening like a hungry mouth, and he grazed the open mouth up the outside of my breast. I held my breath waiting for him to place it as he slowly circled it around my areola. I was losing control of myself as he slowly moved the clothespin, perspiration beading on my brow. He slowly positioned the hungry maw over my erect nipple. It snapped shut and my bubble of need popped. I screamed in delight as my nipple radiated electric pain through my body triggering an overwhelming orgasm. My insides quivered with bliss as my pussy clenched and vibrated. When I opened my eyes, I could see Mr. King sitting in front of me obviously enjoying the sight. I could feel another tidal wave of pleasure threatening my shores and I bit my lip again. He eyes glowed with lust as he played with the second clothes pin. I watched him with eagerness and a little apprehension as he squeezed and relaxed it in his fingers.
    “Remember, you can’t cum this time.” He whispered playfully at me. The wood clenched onto my nipple. I whimpered, the pain shooting and mixing with the pleasure from the vibrator. “Good girl,” he praised me. I practically beamed, my back arching to display my new accessories to him. I could feel the bottom half of the duct tape pull on skin reminding me to keep straight. He dragged a finger across my breast, flicking the clothes pin when he came across it sending a sting through my core. He stood slowly and I could see the erection bulging in his pants.
    He undid the leather belt at his waist, undoing the button, then lowering the zipper. He reached in and brought out his erect cock. The light from the entryway reflected off the smooth head, a drop of pre-cum oozing out. I licked my lips with anticipation as he moved forward and straddled my legs. His manhood was an inch away staring up at me as he brought the tip to my lips. I opened my mouth and he dragged the tip across my cheek to my outstretched tongue. A little shudder of pleasure floated through him as I flicked my tongue across the tip, tasting a sweet saltiness.
    “You may cum again when I cum. Keep your posture” He guided himself deeper into my mouth. I started sucking, moving my tongue to please him, eager to cum myself. He groaned and grabbed my hair, using both hands to guide his cock in and out of my mouth. I fought my gag reflex as he pushed deep into my throat again and again. His rhythm increased as he began fucking my mouth. The tape on my back resisted my motions, giving tiny twinges as it slowly gave way as I leaned forward. My whimpers only spurred him on, his cock massive in my mouth. I tried to cry out, but he made no room in my mouth for anything but him. I could feel him swell even more in my mouth, my body protesting the wait to release the tension in me. He forced himself deep into my throat, my hair tangled in his fingers. He thrusted again and again, until he finally released his semen into my mouth. I nearly gagged as it hit the back of my throat, but upon tasting the salty slippery liquid my body seized. My body rocked with bliss, finally releasing the orgasm that I had been saving for these long minutes. The feeling was intense, but I knew I had to keep working to please Mr. King. I kept sucking and swallowing every ounce out of him. He kept fucking my mouth as I milked the rest of his seed from him. It wasn’t long before he grew soft and pulled out, leaving a