My pupils dilate.
Wait. He can’t mean … now? Here?
“What? No,” I say, snorting, but he doesn’t seem the least bit amused.
“Scaredy-cat,” he taunts.
“We’re in the dining room,” I hiss. “Anyone could come in at any moment.”
“They won’t unless I summon them,” he answers.
Well, shit. That wasn’t the only reason not to do this. I mean, I don’t want to be lewd in front of anybody, especially not him. I knew he wasn’t serious when he asked if I was okay. This was on his mind all along.
“Do you want to get out of this house or not?” he asks, blinking a couple of times as if he’s daring me.
Fine. I’ll take him on if that means I’ll get to go outside of that damn fence. Maybe then I can escape his grasp.
My fingers drift up to my panties, and I rub myself through the fabric. His interest is immediately piqued, and he bites his bottom lip with glee. I almost feel empowered by his interest, but I mustn’t ever forget who’s in charge here … who’s forcing me to do this and why.
I push away any thoughts of sexual desire and focus on the task. I tell myself not to feel anything, not even as he starts to rub his own dick through his pants. He leans back, looking me straight in the eyes as if to tell me he knows I saw … and he doesn’t care.
He wants to show me who’s boss, and he wants me to know the price of my freedom. If I want something, I’m going to have to buy my way there with dirty pleasure. It’s wrong and completely evil, yet I can imagine it’s the greatest turn-on to him.
In fact, I can see it with my own damn eyes … the hard-on beneath his tented pants. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me even wetter while I play with myself. I wouldn’t ever admit that to him, of course.
“You look like you’re enjoying yourself,” I say, raising a brow to taunt him.
“Immensely,” he retorts, grinning while rubbing himself even harder. “But you know what would make it better?” he hums. “Put your hand down your panties.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Why would I do that?”
“Tick tock, Charlotte …” A filthy grin spreads on his lips.
My nostrils flare. “Will you keep adding new conditions to this deal?”
He laughs. “Oh princess, this isn’t a deal. You need to earn your time.”
God, sometimes I wish I could grab that glass on the table in front of me and smack him in the head with it, but that would only land me a spot in jail. He has assistants and employees around every corner waiting to come to his aid.
No, I need to do this the smart way, the sneaky way, just as he would. I need to get down to his level of scheming.
“Now earn my favor,” he adds, spreading his legs so he can touch himself better.
I reluctantly dive into my panties and start massaging my clit. It feels wrong to do this here with him watching me, but I don’t have a choice. It’s either do this or stay inside forever, and that’s the last thing I want.
He pops the button of his pants and zips down, shoving his hand inside his boxer shorts. When I get my first glimpse of his cock, I hold my breath momentarily. In fact, my jaw actually drops a little the moment he pulls it out fully erect. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a huge dick.
Not that I’ve seen many. The only experience I have is with porn … and the occasional boyfriends, but I never went further than kissing and touching with them because my father often chased them off. I’ve never gone as far as to watch someone jerk themselves off in front of me. And I have to admit it’s doing something to me that I can’t ignore.
“Are you getting wet for me, princess?” he murmurs.
I won’t say it out loud—definitely not—even though my pussy clenches at the sight of his length. It’s dripping with pre-cum, and he rubs it all over his shaft like lube while jerking off. The chance of getting caught by his staff probably excites him.
“Lower your panties,” he muses.
Dammit, he keeps adding new rules. How long is this going to last, and how far is he going to push me? Should I comply or give up?
From the look in his eyes, I can tell he’s testing my limits. As if he knows I’ll give up eventually. I hate it, but I also want to prove him wrong.
I swallow away the lump in my throat and lower my panties all the way down and kick them off.
“Hmm …” The appreciative groan that emanates from his mouth as he looks at my pussy makes my cheeks heat. I hate that I have to do this to earn my freedom. And I hate that my own body betrays me.
Easton
Like an expert, she toys with herself. It’s almost as if she’s done this before, but that can’t be right. Her father assured me she was still a virgin, and from the way she looked at my dick, there’s no way I can doubt his word.
Still, I can’t believe she actually went along with it. That she’s touching herself right in front of me and seeming to enjoy herself thoroughly from the looks of it. The apples of her cheeks are bright red, and she continues to avert her eyes from mine as if she feels caught in the act.
But I like this act. I like how she puts on a show for me, turning her fingers around and around. It gets me going like nothing else, and my cock is as hard as a rock right now. I jerk myself off until my veins begin to pulse, my balls tighten, and I’m about ready to burst.
Then I stop. My cock sways back and forth from arousal, and I catch her sneaking a glance before shutting her eyes again. I don’t want to go too far too soon. I want to enjoy this a little bit longer, and I want her to watch.
“Open your eyes, princess,” I murmur.
Her eyes flutter open, but she’s still scared to look at me as if she’s afraid I’ll bite. Maybe I will … someday soon. But first, she needs to get used to the feel of being watched and owned.
Her legs clench together, and her body begins to shake. She seems close to the edge. I revel in the sight of her touching herself for me. Does she dare go further? Would she come in front of me? It’s been a wet dream of mine ever since I first laid my eyes on her back in the day. And now those dreams are coming true.
“Yes, bring yourself to the edge, Charlotte,” I say.
She breathes soft and ragged breaths, her body quivering as she flicks her clit. Her bright, beautiful eyes focus on mine as she starts to unravel inch by fucking inch.
The moan that escapes her mouth titillates me more than I ever thought it could. Fuck. I wish I could hear that sound every day.
“Good girl,” I say, and she sucks her bottom lip as though caught in a lie.
A lie she’s telling herself … that all of what we’re doing has no effect on her. But we both know the truth.
Her skin glistens, and beads of sweat trickle down her neck and chest. Her peaked nipples show right through the fabric of her dress, and I wish I could suck them off. But right now, I want to use her in a different way.
I get up from my seat and stand in front of her with my hard-on, which she eyes as though it’s a candied apple, and my tongue darts out in response to her desire. She looks up at me from underneath her eyelashes, and asks, “What are you doing?”
“I want you to suck me off,” I say, my voice gravelly and strained from holding back all that arousal.
“I thought the deal was that I had to make myself … climax?” she mutters, shock settling on her face.
I smile and grab her chin, leaning in closer. “Deals change.”
Her face darkens, and her brows draw together. “You bastard,” she says through gritted teeth.
“Ah-ah, princess. You wanted to get out of the house, remember?” I release her chin and step closer until my cock is almost touching her lips. “This is the price.”
“I thought you said you didn’t want to take my cherry until I begged for it?” she retorts.
“Exactly … your cherry … but your mouth ain’t that, princess,” I muse with a smirk on my face, which angers her even further.
She knows I’m right. I’m savoring the thought of having her pussy for the time when she offers it to me freely. But until then, I’ll make plenty of use of her other orifices.
She eyes me for a second, and I think I know what she’s thinking. How far will I take this? How many times will I keep stretching the rules of the game? The answer is as many times as I want. That is what she needs to learn. I get my way whatever the cost.
Her nostrils flare again, and she sucks in a breath before parting her lips. Of course, she gives in. She wants nothing more desperately in this world than her freedom. I can use that to my advantage, but it’s also a very pricy request, and she knows this. Every time she leaves my house, I risk losing her. So if she wants time out of this mansion, she has to earn every second of it.
I nudge her mouth with my dick, which prompts her to open farther and allow me entry. I slip my length over her tongue and enjoy the soft, wet feel. She narrows her mouth a little.
“Don’t bite down,” I warn.
She looks up at me with vigilant, almost cat-like eyes but doesn’t say a word.
Instead, she begins to suck … hard.
Fuck me, if I’d known she could do this, I would’ve fucked her mouth a lot sooner. As she wraps her tongue around my shaft, my head tilts back from the instant gratification. I groan in delight, all my muscles tightening. Fuck, I won’t be able to keep this up much longer.
Guess I’ll have to resort to plan B.
Charlotte
I can’t believe I’m sucking his dick. That I’m willingly participating in this debauchery after almost escaping. This is so unlike me, yet here I am sitting in this chair, letting him take control of my mouth. I’m humiliated, and I can tell from the gleeful smile on his face that he loves it. He lives for moments like these when he can show me who’s boss.
He thrusts slowly at first but then increases his pace. My own body has forsaken me because every time he slides inside, my pussy thumps with a need I’ve never felt before.
I’m so conflicted by the sensations that my brain shuts off and lets it all happen. I don’t even fight him as he starts fucking my mouth as if it’s just another hole. I wonder if he’s done this to other women or if I’m his first too.
This isn’t at all how I imagined my first time to be, yet here I am, being mouth-fucked by a billionaire mogul who wants to own me, body and soul. The longer this goes on, the more disgraced I am, but I can’t stop it either, not even if I wanted to. His body pushes up against me. I could try moving my hands …
He suddenly grabs my wrists and presses them tightly together. He pulls his dick from my mouth, and says, “Ah-ah, princess … no touching.” He unhooks his belt from his pants and ties it around my wrists, locking them in place. Fuck.
“Now keep that pretty mouth of yours open,” he growls, immediately shoving in again before I can say a single word.
I’m being used like a fuck-doll, and nothing I do will stop him from wanting me in this exact position. Submissive. That’s what this is about. The desire to dominate. I can see it in his eyes, the sheer frenzy at the sight of me beneath him while I’m sucking his dick. It’s the idea that turns him on, not the act. And I was the one who handed it to him on a silver platter.
I should’ve thought about it before I said yes and let my desire to be free trump my rationality. Should’ve known this is what he’d make me do in return for a small escape into reality.
I gaze up into his pristine eyes that command to be watched and don’t look away. I want him to see what he’s doing, for my shame to reflect in his eyes and unravel him from the inside out.
But all it does is entice him even more.
He thrusts and thrusts, and I can barely stay in control. He goes so far down my throat that I can’t breathe, and my gag reflex causes my eyes to prick with tears. Every time he pulls out, I suck in the air, only for him to go back inside again. My mind reels from the savagery I can’t escape … and from the way my pussy thumps from arousal.
A loud groan escapes his mouth, and suddenly, a hot load fills my throat. I try to gasp but suffocate on his seed instead. I cough and heave as he pulls out and leans forward. His cum drips down onto the floor and all over my dress.
“You were supposed to swallow that …” he murmurs, lifting my chin so he can look at my face that he made filthy. A wretched smile appears in front of me. “Bad princess.”
I can taste him on my tongue, feel him inside my throat.
He came inside me, and now my pussy can’t stop clenching, and I fucking hate it.
Until Easton grabs another cinnamon roll and wipes it on my mouth, rubbing his cum all over it. Then he shoves it into my mouth, and says, “Now … eat up.”
After staring him down for a few seconds, I take a quick, shallow bite and swallow it down. His cum doesn’t taste revolting. In fact, it tastes more like some kind of strawberry dipping sauce. As if he meant to serve these cinnamon rolls like this all along.
“Now … clean yourself up,” he says, zipping up his pants.
“And then I’m free?” I say.
He narrows his eyes at me while undoing the belt around my wrists. “Perhaps.”
What? Did he just …?
My blood curdles.
“You said I could go outside,” I say through gritted teeth.
He grabs a tissue and holds it in front of me. “Maybe. If you continue to behave.”
I attempt to snatch the belt from his hands, but he takes a step back in response.
When he turns around, I yell, “No, this was the deal. You got what you wanted, and I’d be free to go outside!”
“Only good girls get rewards, princess.” He walks out of the dining room without even looking back.
God, I fucking hate this man.
