The Billionairess

Chapter 15

As soon as Mr. Noland had finished his lecture on The Divine Comedy, I bolted out of the classroom and off campus. Rose had asked me to come in that afternoon, since today was one of her rare days off from work.

I fumbled into my butler uniform in the lobby bathroom, then stepped into the elevator and up to Rose's penthouse. I half expected her to be waiting for me in the living room (preferably with a whip or paddle of some kind), but the place seemed empty when I arrived. I wondered into the kitchen, where a little yellow sticky note was waiting for me on the counter. I snatched it up and scanned it over:

LAUNDRY IN GUEST BEDROOM. FOLD AND PUT AWAY. COME TO BEDROOM WHEN BELL RINGS.

Below the message was a smear of red lipstick, and my blood bubbled. I slipped the note into my breast pocket then hurried to the guest room. She had to be home at the moment and having that knowledge but not knowing which room she was waiting in made my skin prickle.

A basket of clean clothes waiting atop the guest bed. When I picked up a purple shirt, it was warm. Someone else must have taken it to the laundry mat, and jealousy creeped into my chest to think there was someone else serving Rose.

I began folding everything neatly, leaving everything out on the bed so I could stack everything back in the basket. The last thing at the very bottom was a silky white bra. I blushed bright red as I picked it up. As creepy as it may have been, I just stared it. I held it and turned it over and marveled at the thought of Rose wearing. The cups perfectly holding her splendid breasts...

I pressed the bra to my face and took a sniff. It smelled just like her. It smelled like roses and vanilla and power. I fell to my knees, pressing my face and the bra into the mattress.

Rose was constantly surrounded by muscular alpha men. She could have any of them. She had men that most women only read about in paperback romance novels, all begging for her. So why did she go for a skinny dork like me?

A ding.

The sound was like a sleigh bell and glittered through the air into my ears. My heart jumped, and I tossed the bra back in with the folded shirts and dresses. My mistress was calling me.

I picked up the laundry basket, then made my way to the bedroom. All the while my blood and flesh rose in temperature.

I knocked on the door. "Mistress?"

"Entre" her voice rang from the other side.

Tucking the basket to my side, I opened the door and stepped through into the pink glow of the room. I closed the door behind me and took a whiff.

The place was puffed with perfume, the smell of lilac and cherry blossoms misting through the room. Sunlight spilled through the open window just passed the bed.

The bed was now strung with curtains that spilled down next to the mattress like cupfuls of vanilla cream. A breeze from the window made them flutter, and through the light I could see her silhouette. As the curtains waved, I saw her.

She was lying on her stomach, propped up on her elbows. Her ivory skin glowed in the light, adorned by nothing but lingerie the color of pink rose petals. I was absolutely paralyzed.

"Thomas" she said.

"Mistress" the words fumbled from my mouth. "I finished the laundry."

"You can put it away later. Set it down and come here."

She motioned me to come with one finger. I subconsciously dropped the laundry basket and moved towards her like she was pulling a string attached to my chest. I pulled away the bed curtains, and there she was, in her goddess-like glory, lingerie against the stain bedsheets and silk blankets.

One of her hands reached into a box of chocolates next to her. The other pinched the spine of a paperback in her hands. I squinted to read the cover: Taming the Viscount's Heart.

"Not exactly something you'd find in a college English course" Rose said, noticing my eyes at the book.

"Oh, it's nothing mistress" I said. "It's just...you're so brilliant...I figured...."

"Even the smartest and most successful woman like to indulge" she said. Her fingers pinched a heart-shaped chocolate from the box. "Would you like one my pet?"

I gulped. "Yes, mistress"

She smirked, then sat up and leaned forward to me. From the angle her cleavage was round and prominent, and I turned cherry. I took the chocolate in my mouth, letting her fingers push it past my lips. Once it was in, I chewed it slowly. The silky cream delighted my taste buds.

"It's good, isn't it?" she purred to me. "You like it?"

My mouth was full, so I all I could was nod. Rose plucked another chocolate from the box, and slowly slid it between her lips. Her finger pushed into my mouth, and I took it, licking my tongue slowly around it. She moved on her knees across the mattress closer to me, and all the gravity near my skin was clawing its way towards her.

Her hands snaked up my chest, then took the knot of my tie. She pulled me closer by the neck, then pressed her lips to mine. The chocolate mixed together in an ecstasy of cream and tongue. Through the fabric of my shirt, I could feel her breasts pressed against my chest. I wanted to wrap my arms around her. Her hands slid under my coat and began to feel me up along my shirt. I tried to hold still for her, but an earthquake was trembling over my muscles.

Suddenly, her hands at my tie pulled. She slowly leaned back, and I went down with her. The book and box of chocolates slipped from the mattress. She turned me over, crawling on top of me. Her hands clasped my wrists, then lifted above my head against the bed frame. A pair of handcuffs appeared in her hands.

"Wanna play, baby?" she purred.

I gulped. All the blood rushed to my c**k that it was throbbing, begging for her. The cold steel of the handcuffs made me shiver, and it hurt my wrists. She reached for my tie, and gently pulled it from neck. She took off my glasses, set them aside, and then tied to the tie around my head to cover my eyes. I could no longer see her. She would use me in such a way that I didn't even get to look into her eyes. How cruel.

She pressed a sharp fingernail tip to my Adam's apple, then gently ran it down my neck, then my chest and stomach. My whole body shivered, and I bit my lip. A whimper escaped my throat. Her fingers teased over the buttons of my shirt, then began plucking them one by one. All the way down to the button of my pants.

"I like you Thomas" she cooed softly. "Such a sweet, sweet boy..."

Her hand suddenly slithered down into my pants and grabbed my c**k. I released a gasp, and my whole body stiffened around her grasp. She lowered my pants so my fully erect c**k sprung from my boxers. I couldn't see, so each of her touches was unexpected, and made me nervous of where her hands were at all times.

"My little puppy" she purred. Her finger teased at my c**k, then began moving. Up and down. Up and down. Her thumb swerved around the tip. Every ounce of heat and blood in my being rushed to greet her fingers. Her fingers kept moving up and down up and down and up and down and oh god I was going to c*m.

The heat built inside of me, and holy f**k I was going. Her hands were perfectly in their fluid movements. I was sweating everywhere, and my legs were kicking and I was moaning like a dog.

Then she stopped.

My c**k continued to pulse, but her hands were gone. I felt her slip out of the bed.

"Mistress" I crocked. "What are you..."

"I don't feel like getting you off" she said. "That would be selfless of me. And we don't want that now, do we baby?"

I squirmed in bed. My c**k was still hard as a rock. It like carrying a large weight and wanting so badly to drop it but being unable to...

"Please mistress" I begged.

I sensed her draw closer.

"What is that?" she said.

"Please finish me, mistress. I need you so bad. My c**k is useless without you."

"Oh, baby" I could tell she had her lips pouted and talking to me like I were a baby. It made my c**k burn harder. She came closer, and I felt her arms wrap around my head and pulled it into her breasts.

"Please mistress" I said. I practically bawling. I wanted nothing more in world but for her to touch me again. "Please, please, please."

She sighed, running her fingers through my hair. She gave me a kiss on the forehead.

"My poor, baby boy" she cooed. "My sweet little baby"

Just then, she pushed my head back, sending it slamming against the bed frame. Pain radiated through my skull. I cried out, and I wanted to rub the pain away my hands were still bound.

"You get off when I say you get off" she said. "And don't think you're pathetic begging will change that."

My voice was a whimper. "You...You l-let me c*m last time..."

She slapped me across the face. I grunted in pain as she stomped away from the bed, and I heard the closet door open.

"Fine, you're going to be like that" she said. "You'll suffer the consequences."

I heard the strike off a whip. My heart leapt high into my throat, then dropped back down into my stomach like a stone.

"I'm sorry mistress" I stuttered. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...I promise I won't do it again..."

Crack.

The whip cracked at my chest like a knife. Pain sizzled across my skin, sending trembles and violent shakes across my body. I cried out with each violent lash. With my hands bound as I lay on my back, I was like Christ on the cross, and the blindfold was my crown of thorns.

The whip started at my collarbones, then slowly slid down my chest, and soon to my c**k. I could feel streaks on red surging against my skin. But for a moment, I suddenly felt tough. I could take as many beatings as she could throw. I wanted to her go harder. Adrenaline filled me with my arousal and my flesh burned hotter than the sun.

"Oh, mistress" I moaned. "Harder, please harder"

The whip struck me so I hard I swore I could've bled. I let her break me, further and further until the heat started to subside.

Then the whipping stopped. My breathing was ragged, and there wasn't an inch of my flesh that wasn't surging. I heard Rose put away the whip and the closet shut. Then her footsteps clicked towards the door, and she disappeared down the hall.

"Mistress?" I called.

She'd left me there. Beaten and bound on the bed, leaving me casually there like I were a scarf she'd draped across a table. For what felt like an hour, I just lay there. The blood was leaving my hands that were bounded, and I was getting light-headed. The pain slowly leaked from my skin, and I couldn't help wanting it to come back.

I finally heard the bedroom door open, and she sat down on my thigh. I winced at having all her weight on one muscle, but I was also pleased to feel her plump rear against my flesh.

"Mistress" I said.

"Yes, pet?"

She laid back so she was on my chest, and my face at her neck. I was going to ask her to unbind me, but now I just wanted us to stay exactly where we were. Her laying on top of me, her back to my torso, like I was a couch for her to lounge on. I shifted my neck so I could put my lips to her neck and kissed down her to shoulders. She purred and reached up a hand behind to stroke my cheek.

"Why did you leave me, mistress?" I asked. "Where did you disappear to?"

"I had lunch down in the lobby of the hotel" she said. "A date with Tristen"

My stomach bolted. She said it so casually I almost missed exactly what she was saying. "You're...still with Tristen Grey?"

She shook her head, then picked up the box of chocolates off the floor and began to munch on them.

"Of course not" she said. "He's been trying to win me back."

I didn't want to be the jealous type, but I couldn't help a rumble in my stomach at the idea that Tristen was still pursuing her. Did that night in the ballroom mean nothing to him?

"Is he the one who brought you those chocolates?"

"Smart boy"

She grinned as she chewed with her mouth closed. Her lips were puckered when she did so, and the heat in my loins I had forgotten came back. But I still couldn't help that lingering in my stomach. Why was Tristen Grey so set on her? The gleam in her eyes was like something sparkly, to distract me from secrets they were hiding. Something felt wrong. Something was up. I tried to speak.

She plopped a chocolate in my mouth to shut me up.