Page 11 of Twisted Bonds
Taking my wrists, he brings them behind me, holding them in one of his large hands at my lower back. With his other, he spreads my ass cheeks, and I feel his spit as it rolls down my crack, and he smears it into my back hole with his thumb. He slows his thrusts when he pushes the digit in nice and deep. The power he puts behind each one has my hips slamming into the edge of his desk.
"You’ll go with me, won't you, pretty girl? I don't want to take a date, but I'll gladly take my own personal slutty girl. What do you say?" He bites my earlobe. "Don't answer me until you're coming…" he growls in my ear and picks up speed.
"Fuck…" I pant, "Sir…"
He chuckles wickedly. "Yeah, you'll come with me. You're going to let me introduce you to the mile-high club, and then you'll let me dress you up pretty and be my arm candy for the evening. Later on, I'll take you to a private club I go to whenever I'm there, and I will test out your soft limit of exhibitionism. Would you like that pretty girl? Would you like me to show off how much of a good little whore you are for your Dom?"
"Oh, my God…" My walls clench around Bain's cock and I come hard.
"Seems someone likes the idea of being fucked in front of an audience." I hear Bain groan, and then he jerks into me a few more times, pulling his thumb from my ass and gripping the back of my neck to hold me in place. "Fuck…Ryan!"
He leans into me, trying to get even deeper yet. His grunts and groans have the fire within stirring once again, so I push back and forth, fucking myself on his length. He's starting to soften, but it doesn't stop me.
"Jesus, pretty girl." He lets go of my wrists but then yanks one away when I reach down to play with my clit. "You don't get to do that," Bain says, and then I feel his fingers on me.
"Sir…please!"
"I won't stop you from coming on me again, pretty girl. In fact, I insist…but first, tell me you’ll go to Italy with me."
Is he serious right now? He's not playing fair.
"Sir…"
He hears the hesitation in my voice, and his tone softens when he says, "It's a Masquerade Ball. Nobody needs to know that it's you, but you should know that there is also a fundraiser that night. All the proceeds are going to your Foundation."
I stop altogether. "W-What?"
"I didn't tell you to stop, pretty girl," Bain muses. "Fuck me, Ryan. Push back and fuck yourself on me while you give me your answer."
I do as he commands, taking him into me repeatedly until the tingling feeling starts back up. I repeatedly push back, going harder each time. "Oh God..." And I come for the last time. "Yes, Bain...oh...I'll be your date...uh!"
"That's my good girl." He caresses my hair and back as I come down from the high. "Thank you, Ryan. I'm going to enjoy showing you Florence…”
"You're cruel, you know that, right?" I smirk as I finish buttoning my jeans.
"You like it when I'm cruel, though," Bain says, flashing me his pearly whites.
"Were you serious about the fundraiser?" I stare down at him, relaxing back in his chair, his dress pants still undone, showing the neatly trimmed patch of hair just above his length.
"Stop it, pretty girl. Otherwise, I'm going to have to take you upstairs." His threats are never really threats, and he knows this. "But, to answer your question, yes, I'm serious. However, I won't lie to you. I only added it because I knew you wouldn't come with me otherwise."
"You mentioned that it was a masquerade, but Bain, this isn't about me being ashamed of being with you. We’re not doing anything wrong. It's about our agreement. Nothing more than just dominating and sex, remember?"
"Yes, and I agree. If it wasn't required of me to bring a date, I'd go alone. Since that's not the case, I'd rather take you, so I don'thave to dealwith another female." He slips his hand between my thighs. "This cunt is the only thing that I need."
"It's your company, Bain…"
"Yes, but I still have investors that I need to keep happy. They know I'm a widower, and yet, they still don't want to see me as a single man," he tells me and then yanks me down until I'm kneeling on the floor before him. "I wasn't lying about the club either, Ryan."
He sinks his hands into my hair, gripping it. "Bain…" My voice is raspy.
This is how all of his actions affect me. Bain Huntley, Dominant Extraordinaire, has a power over me that I just can't resist. Even back whenI first met him. There was a force that kept drawing me to him. He isn't doing it on purpose, either; I doubt he knows his effect on me."
"We will discuss the soft limit of exhibitionism, but I am taking you to the club. You are my submissive, after all. I want to show you off…"
We gaze at each other momentarily, and then I nod. "Okay. I'll be your date…"
He grins cockily.
