Billionaire's Escort

"What if I don't want to do the things you've commanded me to do, or I don't like the game?"

"We've established safe words during the BDSM games we already played with the spankings and the rules will be the same. All you have to do is say the words ‘red light’ and the game will stop; but I promise you will find it just as enjoyable to be my sex slave as you've found the games we've played so far.

“I won't ever command you to do something dangerous or anything that won't ultimately result in your sexual pleasure. Sometimes it might be something embarrassing, uncomfortable, or even slightly painful, but the rewards will be well worth it. Do this with me, and I will take you to pleasures unlike anything you've felt so far."

"All right," she said in a voice so soft it was barely a whisper. "I'll be your sex slave, master."

"Good girl." I grinned at her and caressed her beautiful face as I kissed her lips. "Now, take off your clothes for me. I like my sex slaves to be naked."

She stripped for me, right there in the hallway by the garage, slowly and sensuously. She made a show out of caressing her body as her naked flesh was revealed, leaving the garments strewn across the hall.

When she was completely naked, I smiled at her. "Good girl, but you made a mess earlier when you broke that flower vase. Pick up those reeds and carry them upstairs to our bedroom. Stop at the kitchen along the way and grab a glass full of ice cubes. I'll be waiting for you upstairs."

"The kitchen? What if the cook sees me or the maid is still in there?" She blushed, and I shook my finger at her admonishingly.

In a stern voice, I said, "You promised complete obedience. Now do it. I'll be upstairs, so don't keep me waiting too long."

"Yes, sir," she said with a naughty grin and bent to pick up the willowy reeds that were lying on the ground amongst the flowers. Seeing her bent over like that, with her naked ass up in the air, instantly made me hard, but I forced myself to turn and walk away. I had things to prepare upstairs.

We were committed to each other now, in every way possible, and I wanted to make things perfect for her. I no longer had to be afraid of rejection: she was mine and I was hers. This was the beginning of a whole new world for me and I couldn't wait to get started.

Chapter Thirty-Five

Kayla

At first, I had been thrilled and excited to be Ethan's sex slave, but now, as I crept through the mansion, completely naked, I was having second thoughts.

The chef and the maid were always in the kitchen this time of the afternoon. What would they think when I strolled in completely naked carrying a pile of willow reeds? I would be mortified, but I had sworn to obey and Ethan had promised the rewards would be worth it.

Taking a deep breath for courage, I pushed open the kitchen door and waltzed in only to find it was completely empty. A note on the counter had Ethan's distinctive handwriting. It read, Tell the staff to take the rest of the weekend off.

So, he had known all the while the house would be empty and let me worry for nothing. I wanted to kill him, but I was too relieved. I filled a tall glass with ice from the refrigerator and carried everything upstairs.

Ethan was standing in the center of the room with his shirt off

and his muscles rippling. He looked stern, powerful, and sexy as hell. I felt weak and small as I stood before him, completely naked and vulnerable — and incredibly aroused.

"Get on your knees," he commanded, and at once, I obeyed.

"Yes, master," I said meekly as I held up the reeds and the glass to him. "Here are the items you wanted me to fetch for you."

He snatched them from my hands without so much as a thank you and began to pace around me in a slow circle, analyzing me as I knelt before him.

"Lay on the bed, with your body in the center and your head hanging over the side," he said thoughtfully, and I did as I'd been told. He hovered over my head and stripped off his clothes so he was now just as naked as I was. His marvelous crotch was positioned right in front of my face, and he instructed, "Lick my cock."

I opened my mouth and prepared to take him into it, when suddenly, I felt the sharp sting of a willow branch striking my thigh like a whip. "No, don't suck it. Listen to the commands I'm giving you. I said, ‘lick my cock.’"

Understanding now what he wanted, I extended my tongue and lapped along the length of his hard dick, licking him slowly and sensuously. His groan of pleasure let me know I was doing it right, and knowing that I had pleased him sent a ripple of delight in my pussy.

"Touch yourself," Ethan suddenly commanded, startling me. "Touch yourself with your fingers while you lick my cock."

I did as I'd been told and began to delicate massage my clitoris while I lapped over the head of his throbbing cock. The effect was far more arousing than I would have thought, and soon I was panting with pleasure.

"Good girl, now suck on my cock and stick your fingers inside your cunt. I want to see you fuck yourself while you fuck me with your mouth."

Obeying was incredibly arousing. I sucked his cock harder as my own fingers slid in and out of my hot, wet tunnel, making me writhe on the bed with pleasure. He would command me to move faster or slower. If I responded too slowly, I would feel the punishing flick of the reed whipping against my body, if I obeyed quickly, then I would be reward with the caress of his hand on my cheek and the coveted words, "Good girl."

"Now, stop and fetch me the rope I have in my top dresser drawer," Ethan ordered abruptly.