Page 9 of Burning for the Billionaire 8

“Holyfuck.”

When she shuts the door and strikes a pose, my mouth goes dry as I take her in. Her hot curves are encased in a black bandaged leather contraption. Her tits are bare, with little red x’s covering her nipples. She has on dangerously high heels to match her BDSM get-up. Hanging from her index finger is a pair of handcuffs, and in the other hand is a paddle.

Jesus Christ.

“Grace...” I swallow hard. “What are you doing?”

“You think I’d let you leave without a proper send-off?” Impish smile in place, she saunters over to me. I can’t take my eyes off her. I’m riveted. I practically feel all my blood rush down to my dick. It stands at attention, tenting the towel wrapped around me so much it comes undone.

Grace’s gaze drops to my crotch. “You like?” She does a twirl.

Arms folded because I’m trying to stop myself from reaching for her, I nod. “I like very much, but you don’t have to—”

“No buts.” She throws the cuffs and paddle onto the bed. Palm on my chest, she pushes me until the back of my knees hit the mattress and, obliging, I sit. She does another slow turn. “Take a look at this.” She sticks her ass out for me to read what’s written on the back of her thong:Yes Daddy.She breaks her seductive character to giggle like my sweet Grace, and that’s what makes me laugh.

“How long are you going to milk this whole ‘Daddy’ thing?” I muse.

She spins around with a smile. “We can have fun with it for as long as we want.”

I’m already distracted by her lush ass cheeks, so I just grunt. “You know you don’t have to put on this character to please me, right?”

Yet, I’m so turned on, I can’t help reaching out to touch. My palm slides up one of her thighs reverently. I’m already picturing putting that paddle to good use and then fucking her from behind.

“I know, but I want to show you I don’t mind if you want to indulge in certain other desires. You think I don’t notice how much you suppress that side of yourself?”

I blow out a breath. What can I say? I can’t help handling her with care.

“You don’t have to,” she says.

Giving in with a soft groan, I murmur, “You look incredible.” I trace a finger along the leather strap under her left breast. “Like a fantasy come to life.”

She straddles me. “What do you want to do to me?”

I flip her over so fast she shrieks. Lips hovering over hers, I whisper, “We don’t have enough time for all the deliciously dirty things I want to do to you.”

“When you get back, then?” she breathes.

“Definitely.” I lift one of the red x’s to circle her nipple with a thumb. “We can get clamps for these cute little nipples.”

She inhales sharply.

My eyes are glued to her face, watching for the smallest sign of apprehension. “We’ll need a spreader bar to keep you open and at my mercy.”

Her chest heaves with her quickening breaths.

“And I prefer whips over paddles. But there’s nothing like spanking your ass with my bare hands.”

“Oh, my god.” She moans.

I slide further down her body and lift one of her legs to drape it over my shoulder. Mouth poised at her center, I tell her, “Since you’re open to it, I’m going to have so much fun corrupting you, sweet, sweet Grace.”

I’ve gotten her so wound up with my carnal promise, she erupts after just a few swipes of my tongue. I wish I had all morning to introduce her to a few things I’ve held back on, but I don’t want to do too much, too soon.

I do make use of the toys she brought, though. With Grace on her knees, cuffed to one of the bed posts with her ass trussed up, I have a little fun with the paddle before resorting to using my hands. She looks so sexy like this, I snap a mental picture to keep with me.

After each strike, I rub her clit until she’s squirming and pulling against the cuffs. “Keep still and take what I give you, Grace. That’s how this works.”

I watch her keenly for any signs of discomfort, gauging what she likes and doesn’t like. When she’s orgasmed a couple of times, she murmurs, “I’m not sure I can take much more.”

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