The Billionaire's Secret (Tycoon Billionaires 5)

“Sit on my knee,” he said, holding her hand.

She stepped forward to sit sideways on his knee, but he stopped her. “Not like that. Straddle my thigh.”

Feeling sexy in her dress and heels, she put one leg over his strong thigh and mounted his leg like a motorcycle.

“Let’s see what we have in here…” he said.

He reached out and undid the buttons of her dress. “No bra either,” he said, pulling back her dress to expose her bare breasts. “You really are a bad little thing, aren’t you?”

Lust pulsed through her thighs. She’d never ever done anything like this before – but she loved it. She leaned back to give him access as he lowered his head and sucked one of her nipples, causing electric desire to flood through her body. He continued to tongue-tease her nipple as he placed his strong hands on her hips and started to grind her into his thigh. It felt amazing.

“I wonder if I can make you come like this,” he muttered, as he flicked his skilful tongue over her nipple.

She let her head drop back, allowing the pleasure to rise. He reached down with one hand and eased two fingers underneath her pelvis, then he delved them inside her, hooking them around to stimulate her G-spot – as she ground herself against his thigh and he sucked her nipple.

She felt herself begin to come, and he realized too, so he stopped. “I’m not finished with you by a long way, sweetheart. Stand up.”

She suppressed her grin and did as she was instructed, standing between his thighs. He pushed down the top half of her dress, so she was wearing a ‘skirt’, heels, stockings, and no panties. He reached around and grabbed her ass, pulling her forward so that her breasts were in his face, then he licked and fondled them hungrily – for his own pleasure as well as hers. She groaned with delight.

“Oh god, Jake…”

He reached down and ran a finger along her butt, feeling his way to her wet and yearning pussy. But his finger didn’t penetrate her – he simply circled it around the outside – teasing her and piling on the erotic tension. Then he reached out and pulled one of her legs forward, to rest her knee on his thigh.

“I love the feel of your silky soft stockings,” he whispered, running his fingers over her thigh. “There’s so much I need to do to you, sweetheart. I want to take you to the edge of sanity. Have you begging for more – screaming my name. I want you to be possessed by me and only me, with thoughts of nothing else. Give yourself to me entirely.”

She breathed hard and nodded her consent. He stood and undid his tie, and she reached out to unbutton his shirt, desperate to see that amazing sculpted chest again – to touch it and lick it.

He took off his shirt and dropped it to the floor, but he was still holding his tie. “I’m going to tie you up and do whatever I want to you. Anything to send you to heaven.”

Astrid grinned. He kissed her hard and she melted into his perfect muscular bare chest. She was desperate to feel him all around her and inside her.

He pushed her dress to the floor so that she was only wearing her stockings and heels. She felt so sexy dressed like this, while he was still wearing his pants. She felt dominated, yet totally safe. She’d never realized it could be like this. Fun… slutty…

He undid his belt and ripped it from the loops with a flourish, then he held it by the buckle.

“Bend over.”

She hesitated. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to show you how it feels to be whipped like a bad little pony. And then I’m going to ride you…”

On tremb

ling legs, Astrid bent over and placed her palms on the edge of the bed. She braced herself for the impact, knowing he wouldn’t actually harm her. And then it came – the stinging thwack on her bare buttocks, making her gasp with pleasure and delight. He chuckled and stood behind her, rubbing his hard-on into her ass through the material of his pants.

“Fuck, you’re hot, sweetheart,” he said, grinding strongly into her. “Lie down on the bed. I’ve got some serious treats for you.”

“Yes, Jake,” she said.

She laid her head down on the fluffy pillow, and he bound one of her wrists with his tie, fastening it to the slatted headboard.

He gazed down at her. “Any last requests?”

She chuckled. “Just keep your promises.”

“I always do, babe.”

He bound her other wrist with the belt and fastened it to the opposite side of the headboard, so she was lying with her arms spread.