Worthy of the Billionaire

“I have wanted to tell you this for a long time, but i

t never seemed like the right time. I was afraid that you were only here because of my money, but when you didn't show up last night, I was so worried. Seeing you in the hospital, it made me realize how much I need to tell you- how I should have told you so much earlier. I love you Claire.”

Every color looked brighter. Every flower smelled sweeter. Every breathe felt like I was alive once I heard those words. His eyes shone down on me, calling me into their never ending patterns of blue and brown. I reached up and cupped his face in my hand, whispering, “I love you, Gregory King.” and I kissed him.

His arms wrapped around me, his hands pulling my face into his. I didn't want to break away to breathe, I didn't want this perfect moment, this perfect kiss to end. He kept his hands in my hair, our bodies pressed close together, both breathless and excited. I felt like a giddy teenager with my first love, the dizzy happiness better than any drug. Mr. King kissed the tip of my nose, smiling down at me.

“Upstairs?” he asked quietly. I nodded emphatically, pressing my hips into him. I wanted to feel his body merge with mine, let our love take a physical form. His smile was all I could see as he reluctantly let me go and grabbed my hand, both of us sprinting for the stairs. He got there first, waiting step by step as I carefully made my way up, my ribs protesting my every breath.

Gregory led me to his bedroom, opening the door for a grand reveal. A vase with still more lilies on the dresser caught my attention first, followed by the beautiful corset laying on the bed. I went to touch the corset, all blue satin and lace and noticed the collar above it. It was a thick black leather collar, a silver loop at the top where a petite silver chain attached. My mind raced with all the wonderful possibilities this could have.

“Let me help you,” he whispered from behind me, reaching out and picking up the corset. I grinned and stripped down to just my panties quickly, turning my back to him as he wrapped it around me. He began pulling the laces tight, the boning strong against my ribs. I expected pain, but the boning of the corset supported the injury and kept my breathes shallow. It was the best my poor ribs had felt since the accident.

“Better?” he whispered as he tied the last lace into place. I turned slowly, letting him marvel at how well the corset added to my curves. My breasts were nearly popping out the top, soft pillows about to pour out of the silky blue fabric.

“Thank you,” I said as I stood up on my toes and kissed him. He picked up the collar, his grin predatory and eager. It felt heavy and cool against my skin as he latched it shut, the silver chain running down between my breasts. I could feel goosebumps on my arms, my body quickening with excitement at what he could do to me like this. He picked up the chain, tugging on it gently as he walked towards a chair. He let the chain go slack, and raised his eyebrows with a smile. I knew exactly what he wanted.

I undid each button of his shirt, slowly exposing the hard muscles underneath. He held out his arms and let me slide it off, where I carefully set it on the floor by the closet. I then undid his belt, his pants button, the zipper, and then bent down and untied his shoes. He slipped out of the shoes, and I was able to slide his pants off easily. I licked my lips, his erection showing under his boxers. I wanted to feel him in me, to feel his cock completing me, but I wanted to take my time and enjoy myself.

I bent to my knees, sliding the boxers to the floor and freeing his erection. I looked up, his massive rod ready in my face, his eyes bright with desire. I reached out, grabbing the base of his shaft and running my fingers along his length. I was rewarded with a low moan, his hands in my hair. I stuck out my tongue, running its wetness along the ridge of his head. I then pursed my lips and blew on the wet line, his hands clenching into my hair involuntarily.

I smiled, and kissed the very tip of his cock, then slowly, so slowly, lowered my mouth onto him. Inch by inch I took him in my mouth, my tongue swirling and pulsing against him until I could go no deeper. I backed out, then worked my way slowly down again, slowly increasing my pace with each motion.

He widened his stance, giving me more access and I kept taking him deeply into my mouth. With a gentle hand, I cradled his balls, feeling his cock surge in my mouth. I ran my fingers along the ridge between his testicles, his world at my mercy. He simply held the chain in one hand, the other hand tangled in my hair, enjoying the sensation. I licked up and down his shaft, eating him like a lollipop. I moaned slightly as he pulled my hair, the vibrations moving up him in waves. He groaned and released my hair, stepping back and out of my mouth.

“I think I need to return the favor. Stand up and sit on the bed,” he commanded. I immediately obeyed, eager to please. He pulled the chain on my collar tight, forcing me to lay down, then tying the chain to the bedpost. I couldn't sit up, but my feet dangled off the edge of the bed. I could feel my core start to tingle with anticipation, knowing that pleasure was going to be mine.

With deliberate slowness, he stood before me and sank to his knees, putting him at the perfect height to eat me out. I moaned, spreading my legs and trembling with anticipation. He began at one ankle, kissing his way up my leg, and then jumping across my damped fabric to kiss down the other side. He placed two fingers on my panties, right where my clit was hidden. My body responded instantly, soaking through the thin fabric. I could feel him smile, as he slowly reached up to my hips and began working my underwear down and then tossing them behind him. I wanted to scream with impatience, but I couldn't sit up against the collar to hurry him on.

He placed his head between my legs, his tongue finding the slit of my gender and slowly licking up towards the top. He then pulled open my folds, revealing my innermost parts to him. He flicked his tongue like a snake against my clit, engorging my pleasure center with every motion. He then sucked and bit it, pulling it and teasing it as my pleasure grew. I could feel the tide rising within me, every flick a raindrop threatening to overwhelm the dam.

“Come for me,” he whispered slowly inserting a finger into my dripping pussy. The penetration pushed me over the edge, a flood of ecstasy pouring through every fiber of my being. I was paralyzed as he slid his finger in and out, fucking me gently while still sucking on my clit. I ached to have him in me, my body craving more than just a finger.

As my trembling stopped, he stood slowly, my body primed and ready for him. He placed the head of his cock, still damp with my saliva, on my precipice.

“Please,” I whispered without even realizing it. He pushed against me, stretching me as he filled my being. I cried out with satisfaction, my hips rising to meet him as he plunged into me. His hands grabbed my hips, forcing us together in a carnal delight. I screamed out his name, my body aching for more every time he left and singing with joy every time he filled it. I could feel him inside of me, like a steel rod, unbending and forceful, taking me for his pleasure. His grunts filled my ears, making me want him even more. I dug my fingers into the sheets, pulling them like I wanted to pull him into me.

He stepped back, the sudden loss of his cock inside of me making me ache. He walked over and untied my collar, keeping it tightly in his hand as he returned to his original position.

“Stand up. Face the bed,”Mr King growled. I was up and facing the mattress before my mind even finished registering the command. I wanted him so badly. I leaned over the bed, my ass spread open and ready to envelope him once again. I could feel him aim and surge into me once again, his cock sliding easily back into my ready pussy. He thrust deeply, enjoying watching his massive member slide into my ready pussy. I arched my back, trying to take every inch of him deeper inside of me.

He yanked back on the chain, the collar pushing against my throat. I couldn't resist as he pulled my head back towards him, his free hand on my lower back keeping me pinned as he controlled my every movement. The collar constricting on my throat brought a new edge to my pleasure, the power he commanded over me, the pressure on my delicate neck. I relaxed and let him take complete control, his desires now my desires.

I could feel him swelling inside of me, his thrusts becoming stronger and more full of need. I wanted his come so badly, I needed it inside of me. Every fiber of my being desired his come, desired him to find his pleasure in me. With a wail of despair I felt as he pulled out and stopped, my collar going slack as he released my low back. His hand quickly grabbed my hip, flipping me around to face him. The look of sheer desire, of need and want filled his face. I wanted more than anything to give everything to him.

I leaned back into the bed, his cock questing feverishly for my whole. I felt a rush of excitement as he found it and filled me again, thrusting quickly after. His need was insatiable, as his face slowly twisted towards release. I held his face in my hands as he came, our eyes locked and souls merging. Worlds collided. Entire galaxies were born and died in that glorious moment. Time spun out of control and ceased to exist as I lost myself in his eyes. His eyes saw only me as we met in ecstasy, our bodies joining and crying out with joy.

He thrust the last of his seed, my hands grabbing his ass and holding him so that he couldn't escape. We stayed merged, a single being, until his body finished relaxing. He scooped me up into the bed, wrapping his strong arms around me, his fingers still holding the chain. I loved the way his body felt against mine, his scent filling my nostrils as we both relaxed and found ourselves again. He kissed me softly, whispering the only words I wanted to hear.

“I love you.”

And I was happy.

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