The Billionairess

Chapter 12

I arrived at Rose's apartment early the next evening, already in my suit and tie uniform. I entered the apartment with the extra key she'd given me on my first day. In the kitchen, I found a note written on a sticky-note in red ink. It was attached to a wine glass next to a bottle of red wine. It read:

CLEAN UP, FILL THIS GLASS, GO IN THE PLAYROOM, UNDRESS, BE SEATED IN THE CORNER.

At the end of the message was a red lipstick stain, and my blood boiled. Immediately, I went to work. I wiped the floors, loaded and unloaded the dishwasher, and polished every shiny surface. My eyes kept lingering between the clock and the doors to the Playroom. Part of me was terrified, anxious of what she had planned for me. But steadily growing part of me was itching to get inside. It skittered across my skin like nervous little bugs. Contradicting desires rattled in my head and chest. I was absolutely terrified of what awaited me in that room. And I would die if I didn't find out soon.

Once the penthouse was spotless, I filled the wine glass with the wine from the bottle and took it with me to the Playroom.

The door was unlocked when I got there. Inside I was greeted with the same cool breeze that wrapped around me like icy hands to my throat. I set the wine glass down on an end table by the door, then began undressing.

I slipped everything off, then folded it neatly on the table. I took the wine glass, then kneeled down in the corner of the room, holding it in my hands.

As if on cue, I heard the doors to the apartment open.

Footsteps, that clicking of high heels that haunted my thoughts. They came closer, then reached the door.

Rose stood at the doorway, dressed in the clothes she'd gone to work it. A short black dress, thigh-highs, and dear god those black heels on her boots. A pair of long black gloves rose up her arms. Her red lipstick smile gleamed down at me.

"You followed my instructions" she said. "Better get used to it."

"Yes, mistress" I said. I lowered my gaze to the floor and held the wine glass out to her. "Your wine, mistress."

She sauntered over, all I could see was her black heels on the red carpet. She took the glass from her hand. I glanced up, watching her put the glass to her lips and slowly sip it.

"Mmmmm" she purred, and my blood shot through my veins. My c**k twitched between my legs, and my hands itched to touch it. They slowly began to move down, but then Rose's eyes shot at me.

"What are you doing?" her voice snapped.

"I...was just..." my voice stuttered. I quickly threw my hands behind my back.

"Bad boy" she murmured. "Haven't even started and already you're misbehaving? You should know you don't touch yourself without my permission."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know---"

Her hand struck me against my head, sending pain vibrating through my skull. I could tell she liked it.

"I'm sorry, mistress" I moaned.

My heart was racing so fast it was stumbling. What was it about her? Just her sweet whisper was enough leave me trembling with fear and desire at once.

Her face sharpened into a glare. "This will cause for punishment"

Her hands reached behind her back, then the slow slide of zipper going down. The black dress fell from her shoulders and unto the floor, revealing a blood-red corset with black lace and strings. A pair of garters connected her thong to her high-heeled boots.

I melted. Saliva was dripping from my lips, and I melted like candlewax onto the floor. My eyes fixed on her perfection, her immaculate form. Her ivory breasts puffed from her corset.

She leaned down, grabbed my chin, and tilted my head up to face her. Her blue eyes were the deepest ocean, and I wanted to drown in them, let her fill my lungs and chest until I could no longer breath. She leaned her lips close to my ear.

"Do not worry Thomas" she whispered. "Because this is your first time, I promise I'll be a little gentle." She ran a gentle finger through my hair. "Are you sure you want to ty this?"

I stared into her eyes, and said the only thing I could ever, ever say.

"Yes, mistress"

She smirked. "Then the safe word is mercy."

She let go of my face, then stood up and turned around. Her beautifully rounded rear was just at my face. She snapped her fingers by her waist.

"Follow me on your hands and knees" I instinctively began to follow her, but then she snapped around and grabbed my hair, yanking it up so her face was at mine. "What do you say?"

Her voice was like ice that cooled my blood, only for it to heat up even hotter than before.

"Yes mistress" I croaked, tears forming in my eyes from the pain. She threw my head back down and my forehead hit the carpet. She snapped her fingers again, and then I quickly returned to my hands and knees and began crawling like a dog across the carpet.

I watched the graceful strut of her legs, the sway of her hips, the curve of her rear. All of it left me feeling hot and empty and needing to be filled.

She turned, and then sat down on the edge of the bed. I stayed in place while she grabbed a device that appeared to be a handle with strips of leather at the end.

"Mistress" I said. "What is that—"

Before I could finish, a sharp pain struck my ass. I cried out, feeling the tears return to my eyes.

"Did I say you could talk?" Rose spouted.

The s***h came down again, over and over. My body tightened against each blow until I had no strength left. I gave myself to it. I soften my body and let each blow come harder and harder. Rose grunted and cried out with her swift s***h. I could feel the middle of my back turning red, and I feared it would bleed. I didn't care if it did.

Then the slashing stopped. I felt a cold hand run up my back, and every hair on my body stood straight up. Her whisper purred in my ear.

"Do you feel sorry now for what you've done?" she chuckled, pressing her lips to the back of my neck. Her whisper was sweet as sugar. "You naughty little boy."

My c**k was a bomb between my legs now, just itching to go off.

"Yes, mistress" I said. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

She scratched her long nails down my back, over the spot where I'd been struck, and I quivered in pain. I clenched my teeth together and hissed out a breath.

"I'm sorry for almost touching myself. I promise I won't do it again." Another scratch, more tears. "I'm sorry, mistress, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Damn right you are" Her hand slivered down my back, then left away for a moment before firmly slapping and grabbing my ass. "This is mine now."

"Yes mistress, my ass is yours"

"And I think I'll take this too"

Her hands moved further down, and my stomach churned. My heartbeat began to quicken in my chest.

"Mistress, I—"

I cried out as her hand grabbed my balls, her red nails digging into them. Her fingers played with them like they were toys, and she stroked down to my c**k.

"Mmmm, so hard" she purred. "So hot and throbbing and big."

I was a boiling pot about to burst. And she knew it. She knew it so well and loved seeing me squirm.

She stood up straight, then I felt the heel of her boot penetrate into my asshole. I moaned as she pushed me to the floor. Her boot pinned me to the floor, and I was completely immobile. She took another step over me, and for a moment her entire body weight was on my back. I moaned out in pain but didn't want her to go away. She stepped over me, then walked over to the wall before returning with a few coils of red rope. She leaned down and smacked my ass.

"On your back, on the bed"

My whole body was aching. I slowly lifted myself to my hands and knees. She smacked my ass again, harder, and I scurried onto the bed. She grabbed each of my wrists, then tied a rope around them then to a hook on the bedpost. My body was sprawled out like Leonardo Di Vinci's "Vitruvian Man."

Rose approached me, then grabbed my head and removed my glasses so everything was temporarily fuzzy. I could only see well enough to see her wrap something silky around my head so I was blindfolded. The ropes tightened, my limbs pulling in different directions. My muscles ached, my skin stretched, I moaned.

Then something cold.

I whimpered as I felt an ice cube pressed to my throat. It ran over my collarbones, filling the crevices with ice cold water. It made its way down my chest, circling around my n*****s then down the center to my bellybutton. It went even further, down and down and soon over my c**k, making me writhe and squirm.

My lips parted, and I moaned and whimpered and cried.

"Ah" I moaned. "He...Ah...No...Ng..."

Then her hands grabbed my face, and something went in my mouth. A thicker piece of rope. I bit down on it.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then I felt a plastic-y something wrap around my c**k, with the help of wandering fingers. They were still cold from the ice cube. The mattress squeaked as Rose lifted herself up, holding my c**k with both hands, then slowly slid herself down.

I wanted to cry out, but the gag in my mouth wouldn't let me. I could only grunt like a dog while she pounded on top of me. My body bucked up and down, my hips heaved back and forth, as the bed springs sang louder and louder.

Tears were in my eyes. I wanted to spit out the rope, but I knew she wouldn't like that, and I didn't want her to stop. The cruelest part was I didn't even get to see her face or feel her as she came. Her moans were loud and feral, her hisses and purrs like that of a hungry tigress finally claiming her prey.

Then I felt it rising in me like a stream of lava. My teeth clenched harder down on the rope. Moans and grunts came out muffled but loud. I convulsed and sweated and sobbed until I feared I would go mad.

It drained slowly, very slowly, leaving no drop behind. Like hot water down a drain and faded away until I was left warm and numb. No drug of human making could ever make me feel like this. Cocaine, heroin, meth, all of them couldn't hold a finger to her.

She lifted herself off of me, then removed the gag rope from my mouth. She then proceeded to undo the ropes and take the blindfold off. My limbs ached from being stretched. My mouth was dry, my torso still cold and wet. But I had never felt better.

My vision was hazy as my eyes fluttered open. Rose's perfect image clarified, and she smirked down at me with an amused look.

I leaned up on my elbow so my face was close to hers. Our noses touched, our lips so enticingly close. I could feel her minty breath mingling with mine. She ran a hand down my stubbly cheek.

"You were so loud" she said. "I think half the city is wondering what the hell has woken them up."

She gave me a quick kiss on the forehead. I nuzzled into it.

"Did...did I do good mistress?" I stuttered.

She girlishly chuckled, her burgundy lips curling into a smirk.

"I wouldn't kick you out of bed"

She slipped off of me, then walked over to the door and opened it. She tossed me a look over her shoulder. Her silhouette was outlined against the light from the hallway, and her eyes gleamed at me like stars.

"But now both of us are a sweaty mess" she said, "You have some cleaning to do."