Under the Billionaire's Shelter - Jamie Knight Page 0,120

to the carpet and binding her hands behind her back with my belt.

When she was secured in a submissive position, I imagined pulling her panties down and then off, leaving her pussy and ass completely vulnerable to my whim. Lightly stroking her pale cheeks, I laid a hard spank on her ass, making her jump and yelp with surprise and pain, and also making a bright red handprint appear on her alabaster skin.

I stroked myself harder in real life while in my fantasy I rubbed the affected area, making her hum contentedly. I repeated the process on her other cheek and then went back to the first, going back and forth with spanks and strokes until her ass was bright red.

Finally, in my mind, I relented, moving my hand and my focus down to her wet little pussy. Slipping two fingers in, I worked her until she came, screaming and shuddering on the floor.

When she was ready, I got down on my knees behind her and slipped my cock all the way inside her, her tight pussy hole stretching to make room for my long, wide shaft. Giving her a moment to get used to being filled so completely, I took her roughly by the hips and pounded her until she screamed and then I came deep inside her.

Carefully pulling out, I stroked her pussy as she came down. I imagined lubing up her little ass hole. And then when she was settled again, I moved my cock up to it. Going a lot slower, and stroking her back as I moved, I got my cock about halfway into her ass. Figuring this was as far as she could take it without serious damage, I took her hips again and with a bit more gentleness, fucked her soundly in the ass, bringing her to a massive assgasm. I would guess it was her first, going by the way she howled. I had a feeling she wasn’t very experienced.

I came into the toilet and flushed, feeling much better overall. That was the release I needed to be able to concentrate. I was ready to get back to work, as soon as I washed my hands while counting to twenty, of course.

Chapter Three

Macy

I knew I should hurry up and get the file, due to professionalism and all that. Fetching files was my job, along with other things. Despite the potential damage to my career prospects, my mind was racing with the idea that Paul might actually want to fuck me as much as I wanted him.

The rumor-mill had included second-hand accounts of his startling endowment and how dynamite he was in bed. I had also thought I had caught some hushed tones about him being into some “weird stuff.”

I really didn’t know what that meant. It could have meant anything from liking to cum on a woman’s face, which I was all for, to stuff involving chains, which I had long been curious about but would only want to do with someone I knew was really experienced and safe.

It only stood to reason that my boss might be the perfect person to experiment with. Thinking about it turned me on so much. The feeling in my pussy got to be too much and I had to go to the bathroom to put out the fire between my legs.

Safely in the single-occupancy bathroom, I leaned on the sink and shoved my hand into my panties, basking in the sweet relief as I was able to stroke my pussy. My whole body relaxed, making me lean even more forward.

I imagined kneeling naked on the floor, my hands tied behind my back. Suddenly, Paul came in, completely naked, his donkey dong swinging in front of him. Coming up behind me, he put his bag down and slowly undid the zipper. I could feel the goosebumps of anticipation come up on my flesh.

What was he going to do to me?

I didn’t know but was excited to find out.

I got my answer a moment later when I felt the hard, cold flat of his hand running down the length of my back. After a few long strokes to get me excited, he started moving his hand down lower. Reaching my hips, he started running his tongue up my back.

After a long pause, I heard a loud crack followed by a stinging pain. At first, I thought it was a whip but then realized that it was a leather belt. Like the one he always wore with his