BOUGHT BY A BILLIONAIRE (18+); CHAPTER 2
He pauses and stands up. He looks into my face again, running his hands up and
over and down my trembling torso, breasts and shoulders, gauging my reactions.
His pupils wide and dark, I know that he likes what he finds. Very slowly and
gently he runs his hands back around my shoulders and into my hair, pulling my
face to his. He kisses me, very softly on this lips then starts nibbling at an ear.
"Enjoying this aren't we…" he whispers. "Want to take things further?"
Do I want to? It is driving me wild. Tied up as I am, this stranger could do
anything to me, but his slow careful caressing and touching is arousing me far
more than any "straight shag" could have. I am quivering with arousal. But I can't
bring myself to reply. After all, he is still a stranger who has tied me up.
"Shy eh?" he whispers again. "Let's see if we can fix that…"
His head nestling into the curve of my neck and shoulder, he reaches behind me
with one hand, firmly pulling my buttocks to him. I feel-hear a clunk and then
another. I am puzzled.
"I thought I should play the gentleman" he says. "Time to take my shoes off." As
it dawns on me, in my stupefied arousal, that he is still more or less fully clothed,
his feet slide between mine, easing my legs apart. I stagger slightly, but his other
arm takes my weight as I regain my balance.
"Now" he says. "Do I need to tie those ankles apart? Or do I get some co-
operation?"
I stil can?t bring myself to speak. My trembling continues and I am beginning to
pant, my breath coming in short bursts and my colour rising. He knows exactly
what he is doing to me.
"Still shy? We'd better sort it out then." He releases me, slowly and stands up
straight. "Don't move Miss Silent" he says, turns and walks out of the room.
For a minute or so I hear nothing, then there is there is music; some kind of soft
classical. It grows louder and then he comes back into the bathroom, carrying the
roses I saw earlier, and something else I can?t make out. He has stripped off his
shirt. His smoothly muscled torso bespeaks the kind of man who either has a
very physical job or who works out, knowing that women don't go looking for
over-muscled morons. In his bare feet and wearing just the black jeans, now
bulging at the front, dark haired, lambent eyed and clearly with a purpose in
mind, he is utterly, astonishingly, suggestive and inviting. I could no more said
"No" than fly. But I cannot quite bring myself to say "Yes" or, more appropriately
"Please".
"I hope you like the music Miss Silent." he says. "I think it's time we got some
noise out of you. The music should cover it up in case anyone comes by". He
brings the roses close to my face. "I did have other plans for this evening, but she
stood me up. Would you like these? They are beautiful aren't they? Do you like
the scent?"
The scent is ravishing. What kind of woman stood this man up? I can?t imagine.
Delicately, slowly, he holds the roses for me to smell and then, with only the very
tips of the petals, caresses my face with the flowers. The petals have small drops
of water on them, and as he brushes my face and then moves down my neck,
over my breasts and stomach, the small cold droplets chill me and titillate at the
same time. A moan escapes me and I feel my pussy juices running below.
He smiles and raises his eyebrows. "Ahh…. So you can make noises. Let's see
what else you can do"
Abruptly he turns away and, quite carefully, places the roses in the basin. He
produces the "something" that I was not able to identify before; it is a spreader
bar with leather ankles cuffs - what kind of evening had he had planned before?
He looks at me and grins wickedly. "This might be even better than what I had
planned" he says. He displays the bar to me. The cuffs look padded but strong.
"She knew what to expect, but, well, I think you might be new to this….
mmm???...... Still silent? Let's see what we can teach you."
I am panting uncontrollably now. He kneels down and straps in first one ankle,
and then the other. My feet are held firmly apart. My hands are tied securely
above me and my legs are spread.
He stands up and stands back, looking me up and down, just standing there,
arms folded, head titled. Just looking.
"You are really beautiful you know. With a figure like that and your hair…. What
are you doing in a job like this?"
He comes close to me, almost, but not quite touching. I can smell him, warm and
spicy and I can feel his breath on me. I am longing for him inside me.
Carefully, and touching no other part of me, he reaches for and rubs my left
nipple. The steam of my shower has cleared now and so I am cooling off. Under
the influence of chill and arousal, my nipples were hard, crinkling with stimulation.
He tweaks the nipple, smiles and nods, „Hmmming? to himself.
He releases the nipple. Still touching no other part of me, he reaches down
between my spread and dripping thighs. "You do like this don't you." Carefully -
oh so carefully - he touches my clit and delicately rubs.
This time there is no escaping it. I moan uncontrollably and gush. My knees give
way, but this time he does not support me and my weight drops onto my tied
wrists. I stagger more or less upright, hobbled by my cuffed ankles. As soon as I
am upright again, he repeats it, this time rubbing my clit a little harder.
I gasp and cry out as my knees buckle again. "Good thing I put on that music" he
says, as I pull myself upright again. "Don't want anyone outside hearing you yelp
like that. But it's nice to know that you can make a noise" He pulls quickly at my
clit this time and then massages it for a moment. This time he holds me by the
waist as my legs give way. "Don't want you hurting yourself in your enthusiasm"
he whispers into my ear. "Tell me. What would you like to happen next?"
I am almost beyond reason. "I want…. I want…." I can't get the words out. I can't
bring myself to speak them. His fingers make lazy circles around my clit and I
gush again. I am frantic for something inside my pussy, but nothing is
forthcoming.
"What do you want? You have to tell me" He now holds me very tight, supporting
my weight - my God but he?s strong. My legs are like string but he takes my
weight without effort.
"You have to tell me" he repeats. His fingers continue flicking and kneading my
clit. I am about to come and I feel myself reaching the plateau.
And he stops.
Still holding me by the waist, he takes his hand away. "You have to tell me what
you want, before it goes any further. I won't let you come until you tell me what
you want me to do"
His hand slips between my thighs again and quickly, ever so briefly, his fingers
stroke across my pussy. The lips, swollen, engorged and sodden, pulse as one
finger strokes between them and then withdraws.
I am almost frantic with lust. "Let me cum. Let me cum." I say.
over and down my trembling torso, breasts and shoulders, gauging my reactions.
His pupils wide and dark, I know that he likes what he finds. Very slowly and
gently he runs his hands back around my shoulders and into my hair, pulling my
face to his. He kisses me, very softly on this lips then starts nibbling at an ear.
"Enjoying this aren't we…" he whispers. "Want to take things further?"
Do I want to? It is driving me wild. Tied up as I am, this stranger could do
anything to me, but his slow careful caressing and touching is arousing me far
more than any "straight shag" could have. I am quivering with arousal. But I can't
bring myself to reply. After all, he is still a stranger who has tied me up.
"Shy eh?" he whispers again. "Let's see if we can fix that…"
His head nestling into the curve of my neck and shoulder, he reaches behind me
with one hand, firmly pulling my buttocks to him. I feel-hear a clunk and then
another. I am puzzled.
"I thought I should play the gentleman" he says. "Time to take my shoes off." As
it dawns on me, in my stupefied arousal, that he is still more or less fully clothed,
his feet slide between mine, easing my legs apart. I stagger slightly, but his other
arm takes my weight as I regain my balance.
"Now" he says. "Do I need to tie those ankles apart? Or do I get some co-
operation?"
I stil can?t bring myself to speak. My trembling continues and I am beginning to
pant, my breath coming in short bursts and my colour rising. He knows exactly
what he is doing to me.
"Still shy? We'd better sort it out then." He releases me, slowly and stands up
straight. "Don't move Miss Silent" he says, turns and walks out of the room.
For a minute or so I hear nothing, then there is there is music; some kind of soft
classical. It grows louder and then he comes back into the bathroom, carrying the
roses I saw earlier, and something else I can?t make out. He has stripped off his
shirt. His smoothly muscled torso bespeaks the kind of man who either has a
very physical job or who works out, knowing that women don't go looking for
over-muscled morons. In his bare feet and wearing just the black jeans, now
bulging at the front, dark haired, lambent eyed and clearly with a purpose in
mind, he is utterly, astonishingly, suggestive and inviting. I could no more said
"No" than fly. But I cannot quite bring myself to say "Yes" or, more appropriately
"Please".
"I hope you like the music Miss Silent." he says. "I think it's time we got some
noise out of you. The music should cover it up in case anyone comes by". He
brings the roses close to my face. "I did have other plans for this evening, but she
stood me up. Would you like these? They are beautiful aren't they? Do you like
the scent?"
The scent is ravishing. What kind of woman stood this man up? I can?t imagine.
Delicately, slowly, he holds the roses for me to smell and then, with only the very
tips of the petals, caresses my face with the flowers. The petals have small drops
of water on them, and as he brushes my face and then moves down my neck,
over my breasts and stomach, the small cold droplets chill me and titillate at the
same time. A moan escapes me and I feel my pussy juices running below.
He smiles and raises his eyebrows. "Ahh…. So you can make noises. Let's see
what else you can do"
Abruptly he turns away and, quite carefully, places the roses in the basin. He
produces the "something" that I was not able to identify before; it is a spreader
bar with leather ankles cuffs - what kind of evening had he had planned before?
He looks at me and grins wickedly. "This might be even better than what I had
planned" he says. He displays the bar to me. The cuffs look padded but strong.
"She knew what to expect, but, well, I think you might be new to this….
mmm???...... Still silent? Let's see what we can teach you."
I am panting uncontrollably now. He kneels down and straps in first one ankle,
and then the other. My feet are held firmly apart. My hands are tied securely
above me and my legs are spread.
He stands up and stands back, looking me up and down, just standing there,
arms folded, head titled. Just looking.
"You are really beautiful you know. With a figure like that and your hair…. What
are you doing in a job like this?"
He comes close to me, almost, but not quite touching. I can smell him, warm and
spicy and I can feel his breath on me. I am longing for him inside me.
Carefully, and touching no other part of me, he reaches for and rubs my left
nipple. The steam of my shower has cleared now and so I am cooling off. Under
the influence of chill and arousal, my nipples were hard, crinkling with stimulation.
He tweaks the nipple, smiles and nods, „Hmmming? to himself.
He releases the nipple. Still touching no other part of me, he reaches down
between my spread and dripping thighs. "You do like this don't you." Carefully -
oh so carefully - he touches my clit and delicately rubs.
This time there is no escaping it. I moan uncontrollably and gush. My knees give
way, but this time he does not support me and my weight drops onto my tied
wrists. I stagger more or less upright, hobbled by my cuffed ankles. As soon as I
am upright again, he repeats it, this time rubbing my clit a little harder.
I gasp and cry out as my knees buckle again. "Good thing I put on that music" he
says, as I pull myself upright again. "Don't want anyone outside hearing you yelp
like that. But it's nice to know that you can make a noise" He pulls quickly at my
clit this time and then massages it for a moment. This time he holds me by the
waist as my legs give way. "Don't want you hurting yourself in your enthusiasm"
he whispers into my ear. "Tell me. What would you like to happen next?"
I am almost beyond reason. "I want…. I want…." I can't get the words out. I can't
bring myself to speak them. His fingers make lazy circles around my clit and I
gush again. I am frantic for something inside my pussy, but nothing is
forthcoming.
"What do you want? You have to tell me" He now holds me very tight, supporting
my weight - my God but he?s strong. My legs are like string but he takes my
weight without effort.
"You have to tell me" he repeats. His fingers continue flicking and kneading my
clit. I am about to come and I feel myself reaching the plateau.
And he stops.
Still holding me by the waist, he takes his hand away. "You have to tell me what
you want, before it goes any further. I won't let you come until you tell me what
you want me to do"
His hand slips between my thighs again and quickly, ever so briefly, his fingers
stroke across my pussy. The lips, swollen, engorged and sodden, pulse as one
finger strokes between them and then withdraws.
I am almost frantic with lust. "Let me cum. Let me cum." I say.
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