Under the Billionaire's Shelter - Jamie Knight Page 0,93

he said.

“I am yours, Master,” I reminded him.

My words acted like a lightning bolt, striking some hidden chamber of his mind. The reaction was as intense as it was instantaneous.

Loosening the bonds enough so that it was possible, he flipped me over onto my belly and then set them tighter. One he had me securely tied to the bed, bound and helpless, it was time for the ball-gag, also conjured from his magic drawer of tools.

He didn't even tell me to open my mouth. Acting like a bit more of an involved lover than I was expecting, he did it himself. Lifting my head from the bottom, he pulled my mouth open with a thumb on my chin, placing the rubber ball into the created gap.

He secured the straps behind my head and moved my hands so that they were cuffed behind my back. Pulling me up into a doggy position, he pulled me back hard into a downward dog position, my ass high in the air.

The noise I heard next made me flinch. I knew the sound of a plastic lid when I heard one. Given the situation, I could only assume it was lube and that things were about to get real.

It was a gentle touch. The familiar warmth of his tongue burying itself deep inside my pussy, the oral stimulation augmented by firm, upward spanks on my ass. His hand cupped, making it feel more like a grope than a hit.

As before, he devoured me right up until I was ready to scream, or whatever sound might actually come out of me on account of the ball-gag, before stopping briskly, cupping my pussy and stroking my ass in big circles as I wept.

I loved the orgasm he gave me so much. Though, oddly, being denied them made it even better when I was finally allowed to go to completion.

He dove back in with no element of restraint, licking me until I screamed. Within a couple of minutes, the pleasure he evoked in me was intense.

Pulling back as he came down, he drove three fingers inside me and started pounding me. He spanked me hard with his other hand with the same upward motion that wasn't as bad as it could have been.

While it was a lot harder than what he had been doing before, it still felt really good and didn't hurt at all. It was intense, to be sure, but in a really good way.

The snap came again. A thin cool flow of lube running down over my asshole and along my tingling pussy. The second snap was different and a bit more surprising. Medical gloves.

I moaned deep as he touched me, working the lube into my asshole with his fingers while stroking his thumb the length of my pussy and then back again. I pushed back against his touch, wanting more.

“Not yet. I’m in charge. But soon, pet,” he said, stroking the small of my back.

I whimpered but complied, letting my master do what he was going to do. He did know best, after all.

The butt plug wasn't as big as I had imagined. It slipped in with surprising ease, preparing me for what was to come. The base pressed up gently against my ass cheeks, letting me know just how far it had gone in.

Moving behind me with the butt plug well in position, Adam laid a hand on my hip and shoved his cock into my lubed-up pussy.

I groaned softly into the pillow. It was the only sound I could make with the ball-gag in my mouth. Once Adam’s cock was firmly planted inside me, as if it belonged there forever, he reared back and poured in again.

He repeated this motion a few more times, picking up speed with each repetition until he was jackhammering his huge dick inside my little pussy hole as I screamed in joy. He was pounding my cunt so hard that one of the paintings which looked like an original, fell from its nail on the other side of the nightstand.

“That’s right, my little pet,” he grunted. “Let me fuck your tight, wet little pussy as hard as I want, as much as I want with my huge cock. Until I cum so much you’ll be covered in it.”

I was honestly shocked at how long he was able to go. I had cum nearly eight times before he got ready to gift me his own cum. I wondered where he might unload it, with my mouth no longer