The Billionaire's Toy

Torture

My jaw dropped the minute those words left his lips. I fumbled when I got to him, staring at me with that amusement locked away in his eyes as I gulped.

I was in serious trouble anyway.

I embodied my confidence standing naked in front of him, he didn't look anywhere but into my eyes and that made me feel powerful.

"Who are you to order me about? Our session finished twenty minutes ago." I bark at him.

He barely raised a brow, "I am Killian Black." He announced.

"Who?" I squinted my eyes at him.

A look of annoyance crossed his eyes when I said that like he expected me to know who he was.

"You don't know who I am?" He asked,

I shook my head, "interesting" he muttered to himself.

"I am bound to punish you for breaking the rules," he said as he started undoing his tie.

I swallowed, the thought of being punished by him terrified and excited me at the same time. I needed this.

The heat pooled between my legs as I watched him undo his tie with one hand and his belt in the other. It was hot.

He grabbed me by the neck, bending me over the table with my face down on the surface and my ass high up in the air. He caressed my soft flesh with his palm.

"Count," he ordered,

My brows furrowed in confusion, the haze of lust so heavy in my head that my brain failed to grasp his words. The first slap landed on my ass cheeks and I cried out.

"Count," he barked. I whimpered but I nodded my head to his request.

"One," I counted as the first slap came on my behind. I kept counting as he delivered blows to my now red ass.

"Good girl," he murmured as he rubbed them gently, to take away the ache. I was moist and he could sense it.

Dipping his finger into my p***y, he confirmed how wet I was for him.

"Hmm," he hummed, embarrassment slammed into me with enough force. I barely knew this man and here I was letting him possess me.

I liked it.

I licked my lips in anticipation of what he wished to do, his lips touched the nape of my neck and I jumped.

He licked the juncture of my neck, and the pulsating nerves there responded to his touch.

"You taste so sweet," he murmured as he kissed his way down my neck.

"T...thank you," I managed to get out.

"Let me make you mine," he says,

"What?" The cloud of lust lifted.

He turned me around so I was facing him, his gaze swept through my build in approval.

"I want you to be mine," he said more clearly this time.

"I don't know what you mean, Sir."

He closed his eyes, his most flaring at the title.

"I know you did that on purpose, nothing stops me from bending you over and letting you feel every inch of my c**k deep inside of you till you are screaming for me to stop." He says, his voice calm like he was delivering a speech.

I pressed my thighs together, the words seemed to have found their way between my legs.

He smirked having seen my reaction, "You like it, don't you?" He took a step closer to me, "you want me to make do with my promise and make you c*m on this table." He says,

I nodded, there was no shame in hiding my desire.

He pulled me roughly to him, taking my lips in a searing kiss. The stars exploded the minute I shut my eyes, I have never been kissed like this before and it made all the sense in the world.

He grabbed my throat, tilting my face more to deepen the kiss. I surrendered to the power he wielded, and my body no longer listened to me. A moan escaped my throat when he plunged his tongue into my mouth.

Making love to it as he knew me for a long time, a voice screamed at me to stop, I can't be sleeping with my boss. But another part of me wanted to get caught, I was a glutton for punishment.

"Tell me you are mine," he rasps against my lips.

I stared into his eyes, my p***y wanted me to answer, yet my head said differently.

"I...I can't" I whispered.

"Okay," he said calmly. Stepping away from me and straightening his suit. I stared at him wide-eyed.

Was he just going to leave me here?

He looked at me, his signature smirk coming back on. "I can't let you c*m, I am sure you understand." He says,

I glared at him, "why not?"

"I am a firm believer in consensual s*x," he declared.

I nodded my head, there was no way in hell I was letting him walk away from me without finishing what he started.

I marched back to him, grabbing him by the lapel of his suit and pulling him back to me. I placed my lips on him as we did the naked dance. He groaned when I rubbed my front against his groin, my hands moved to his belt to undo it when he stopped me.

"No," he said.

"What do you mean no?"

"I need to know you are mine. To do as I wish, to make you c*m. Tell me you are mine," he insists.

This guy was crazy.

"You are crazy," I told him.

"Not as crazy as you will be when I pound that sweet p***y," he said.

I closed my eyes, this was pure torture.

"Yes,"

"Yes?"

"Yes sir," I said, closing my eyes in resignation.

"You are mine in every way possible." He said, the fire in his eyes burned even brighter as a menacing smirk came on his face.

I gulped.

The heavy weight of what I had just agreed to dawned on me.