Chained to the Billionaire

Mia

I didn't even have time to think when I felt his hot mouth on my right nipple. I gasped out in surprise as my body jerked back a little. James held me tight to keep me from escaping his clutch. I bit my lower lip as I felt this undeniable sex cry that was begging to flee from my mouth.

"Mmm..." The sound escaped naturally before I could control it.

I closed my eyes and held my breath as he rolled the bud around his tongue and sucked it as if he really enjoyed it. Heat and moisture from his mouth caressed my flesh, sending a buzz of erotic sensation through my body. Meanwhile, his hand caressed my left breast, playing with it, taunting it until it was sensitively aroused and red.

I bit my lip as my whole body shook in ardor, as my core began burning with need.

Oh God! My whole body was quivering like a leaf in the storm. And yet this body needed more...wanted more from the billionaire. More erotic licking and sucking...more kissing and teasing of his hot, expert tongue and lips on my nipple. "J-James..." I whispered out the billionaire's name between my lips, my eyes glazed with desire. Oh God, I knew I couldn't control my own body anymore. James was the one in command of it now.

When James stopped his teasing on my breast, he raised his head to look at me.

"There's my good girl," he praised. "Such a good body."

I was heaving as I gazed at him. "James..." I whispered softly.

He chuckled and said, "Now let's pamper the other one too."

Instantly my core burned in delicious anticipation at his words. My body agreed by arching upward in an offering. James chuckled at my eagerness and didn't waste any time. He lowered his head and took the other nipple into his mouth. Then he proceeded to tenderly torture it as I cried out under his hot, exquisite persecution, licking, teasing, kissing, sucking, and rolling my nipple with his mouth and tongue.

When he was done with that, he had both hands around my small waist and hoisted me farther up the bed. Then he lifted my legs, spreading them out as he descended his face in between them.

Oh God! He was going to do it, wasn't he? He was going to tenderly torture me down there, too, with his mouth and tongue, sucking and licking me to his heart's content.

My throat felt dry as I waited in both anticipation and apprehension. Would the feeling be the same as when he was kissing me on my lips? Or when he was lovingly torturing my breasts?

My body tensed up like never before as I inhaled and exhaled deeply. My heart was racing as I clutched the duvet as if it were my lifeline.

I could feel his hot breath against my sensitive skin. I could feel my core burning in expectation, eager to be touched and ravished. It fervently wanted to be filled and erotically tortured by this dark billionaire, the man whom I've come to fall for.

Then I couldn't utter a word as he suddenly started devouring me, his tongue hot and determined, every single stroke and every single touch sending my core burning with even more needs. My whole body shook and screamed with exquisite sensation, burning feverishly for more.

"J-James..." I groaned out between each difficult breath. "Oh God... James..."

He continued to erotically seduce me as my breathing became short and laborious. My body grew weaker and shaky as my hands clutched the duvet, as my mind became numbed. All I could feel were his lips and tongue, hot and erogenous, lovingly torturing me, making me ache for more to the point I thought I was going insane.

He was licking, teasing, sucking, kissing, and ravishing my pussy with his hot, expert tongue. By the time he was done, I was heaving, breathless, and burning feverishly for more of him. Now I wanted nothing more than to have him against me, driving his hot and hard man root into me.

My whole body was shaking at the knowledge and anticipation that soon I'd get what my body craved most. Soon James would make my body cry with the agony of pleasure, me writhing beneath him, begging to be completely filled by him. I made a sound like a child crying, imploring him to come to me. I wanted to feel him against me, his warm, hard body against my soft one. Skin against skin and nothing in between.

"James?" I begged, my eyes large and teary, my body shaking in intoxication. "Please?" My hands were spread out, pleading with him.

James had a dark look on his face and a sly smirk on his lips as he watched me. It was as though he found me interesting like this, as though he loved seeing me like this-desperate and begging for him to take me in every which way he desired.

"What a beautiful picture," he said.

He finally came to me then, wrapping one strong arm around me as he lifted me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck, drawing him to me. I desperately wanted to kiss him, desperately wanted to feel him. But he wouldn't let me.

He deposited me in the middle of the bed and coldly unwrapped my arms from his shoulders. Then he repositioned me and pinned my hands over my head, imprisoning them there with his hand. I found I couldn't move when I tried. I panicked, wondering what he was going to do to me. I licked my dry lips, my heart racing as I struggled to free my wrists.

Oh God! I wanted to wrap my arms around him, wanted to tear his clothes off him, wanted to touch his skin so desperately that I fought him to free my hands. But the harder I struggled, the tighter his captivity became, and I felt pain quickly spreading about the area.

I was trapped, locked within his dark and dominating embrace where he wanted me.

As he stared down at me darkly, I writhed beneath him, my body aching for his touches.

I groaned frantically, calling out to him to please save me and release me from this wonderfully excruciating torture he so cunningly granted me.

"James..." I whispered. "Oh, James... Please... Kiss me... Please..."

He buried his nose in my hair. The feeling of his warm breath against my face was wonderful, and it made my heart glow with a sense of warmness that I couldn't describe. As he snuggled his face against the side of my neck and then softly kissed me repeatedly, I felt elated. It was an exquisite feeling of belonging. I felt I belonged to James Maxwell, wanted by him, loved by him, and cherished by him. It was tender and beautiful.

Everything would be complete, I thought, when he filled me.

James moved his lips to my ear and instructed, "You're beautiful, Mia. Now tell me you want my cock."

I licked my lip, elated at his compliment to me yet confused at his instruction. "James... Please..."

He chuckled. "Mia, say it. Say you want my cock."

I couldn't help myself. The arrogant bastard! Oh God! My body. Why was I like this? And what was he doing? Why was he being so mean all of a sudden? Why wouldn't he let me touch him? Why didn't he take his clothes off? I wanted to see him naked too. I wanted to touch his tone, muscular body...his smooth skin. I wanted to feel the warmness of his manly body against me. I wanted to wrap my arms around him when he drove into me.

I shut my eyes, and I knew I couldn't control myself anymore. I had to do what he wanted me to do.

I licked my lips again and whispered, "James, please, I want your cock." I felt my cheeks burn as I said those words, especially the last bit.

"Good girl." He praised me. Then he unzipped his pants and...

I shut my eyes. I didn't want to see. I couldn't believe I had wanted James and his cock that badly. What was wrong with me?

"Mia? Open your eyes," he ordered.

I shook my head. "James, please. I don't know why I'm like this. Please just do it quickly. I can't handle it anymore."

"Mia, open your eyes," he said again, his tone demanding no disobedience from me. He had that commanding power in his voice I found difficult to disobey.

Slowly I opened my eyes and gazed up at him. He was staring down at me, his face hard and dark, a mask of male beauty. Then I knew he wanted me to look at his private beast or else he wasn't going to do what I wanted most. I swallowed at this realization. I drifted my eyes down. The moment I saw his huge cock, I felt my breath was snatched away from me.

It was so large and hard, sticking out like a steel pole, ready to pound into me.

I licked my lip as my body shook uncontrollably.

James licked my cheek erotically, and I shivered deliciously.

"Say fuck me, James," he instructed. "Say I want your huge cock inside me."

Again, my body shook at his instruction. It was as if his commanding me to do things that was embarrassing for me, that was against my will, was a turn-on for me. It was as if my saying those naughty words increased and intensified my desire for him even more. How did that work? Was I one of those submissive girls who liked to get fucked by a dominant male? Was I one of those naughty girls who I had never thought I was until now? Until James showed me that I was?