Billionaire's Captive Complete Trilogy - Stasia Black Page 0,167

lovely green eyes should be a crime.

I slide a box out from under the bed and contemplate my options. The rope I disregard. Even though it’s gentle and soft, I don’t feel like restraining her. The nipple clamps will also remain in their fancy wooden box.

Instead, I grab a black box that holds several vials of oil. I pour the contents of the first bottle onto my palms and rub them together briskly to warm them up.

Daphne’s skin is petal soft. The final bits of tension ease out of her as I squeeze her shoulders, massaging carefully. Her limbs seem so tiny and fragile, like a bird’s. My hands warm her flesh as they rub every inch, reacquainting themselves with her body, every curve and hollow.

Well, almost every inch. When I reach her pussy, I pass by it, massaging down her legs. I spend a long time rubbing her feet, enjoying the way she coos. But even while she’s ooohhhing and aaahhing, her hips are riding up as if to present her pussy.

I stop massaging abruptly and slide a pillow under her hips, propping her up. She lies there, waiting, offering up her sex.

I reach for the black box again. This time, I select an oil that should make her extra sensitive. The kind I paint carefully onto her labia, using a thick brush. With every pass, her hips tighten further, until she’s rocking subtly upwards.

“Logan,” she moans as the bristles stroke her sex. “Please touch me.”

I say nothing.

“Master,” she whispers, then clears her throat and tries again. “Master, please.”

“You want me to touch you?” I set aside the vial and the brush, and lay a hand on her midriff. “Here?”

“No. Lower…”

“Oh, kitten, you have to earn that.” I go back to massaging her sides, even the taut globes of her ass. Being careful not to touch the parts of her I used the special oil on.

I can tell the moment that oil starts working, because a low moan starts in her throat. It grows louder, and pauses as she realizes she’s making a sound. Then it continues. Her hips are full out rocking now, and her hands are curled into fists at her sides. As I watch, she makes to touch her pussy—

“No,” I thunder. She freezes and I continue in a softer tone, “No touching. I will tie you down.”

She lasts another minute with her hands fisted at her sides. Her poor neglected pussy is slick and puffy, arousal turning the shell-like folds a deep rose.

I’m a sadist, so I smile as I watch her squirm. “Want some relief?”

She nods frantically.

“I’m going to let you earn your reward.” I remove my jeans and kneel on the bed, up beside her head. “Make me feel good.”

I straddle her head and carefully feed her my cock. If her health was back to a hundred percent, I’d face fuck her. And make her hold a vibrator to her clit, and punish her when she grew distracted by her own arousal. I’d make her practice until she could suck me perfectly.

Something to look forward to.

This time I make her do the work, looking down at her as she cranes her head to bob up and down on my cock. She transforms her driving need into a desire to please me, and I revel in her abject service. Until she swallows me so far down she gags.

“Slowly, sweetheart,” I lean back. The pained, eager noises escaping her throat make my cock jerk. She’s not the only one aching to cum.

“You want me to fuck you?”

She nods with my cock still in her mouth.

I pull out of her mouth, even though my balls are screaming for release. “Maybe later. If you’re good.”

I slide off the bed and go back to massaging her tense body. This time it does nothing to calm her. Grinning, I lean close and blow on her sex.

“Uhn, Logan, it’s too much!”

“Poor baby.” I’m hard as a steel pipe. It’s hard to walk away from the bed back to my box of toys, but I manage. Her head snaps my direction when I turn on the vibrator.

“Let’s see how much you can take.”

She whimpers when I order her not to cum, but she still does her best. I take pity on her, somewhat, and start on the lowest setting. But I don’t keep it there for long. I slowly increase the tempo of the vibrations, until her breath comes in shocked hitches, until a deep flush roams down the valley between