Chained to You (Dark Billionaires 3, 4)

"Oh, James..." I groaned out as he squeezed me against the window, my hard and sore breasts pressed against the cold glass, which only worked to turn me on at a higher level, causing my core to burn and twist even more, craving him.

"How does it feel to be so exposed?" his voice hotly whispered into my ear, darkly and erotically, which made my nerves dance in excitement.

Oh God! I wanted him deep inside me again so badly. I craved it, in fact. I wanted it filling me and making me complete. And the prodding--James's large, aroused beast drilling into the deepest part of me, connecting us wholly.

"James..." I barely managed to reply through a whisper. My lips and throat felt dry and weak. I had no ounce of energy left.

God! I wasn't sure if my legs could hold out much longer.

James continued to toy with me. I felt trapped and weak under his control. Oh God, it felt so good to be at his mercy, his influence, his power, his command.

My center continued to twist and pulsate, coiling and convulsing deeper and darker as pain and pleasure met and greeted one another within me, playing, teasing, and toying with one another, making my insides burn fervently for more, for the sensations to go deeper and darker, even further beyond my own imagination. It made me breathless and dazed, as if I were high.

Oh God... More pain... More pleasure... More control... More exposure... More teasing... More kissing... More...

James must have understood my untamed desire more than my innocent self was able to express as he suddenly lifted one of my legs, exposing me even more. I felt the cool night air caressing me, and my core jumped with excitement as the sweet nectar of my milk sensually flowed from me, wetting me even more in response.

"Oh, James..." I moaned softly, my breathing heavy.

James kissed me about the nape of my neck, and then he whispered, "I see you like this position. Does it turn you on when you're so exposed, Mia?" He chuckled darkly as he caressed me, his expert fingers vigorous and demanding. "Does the thought of the world watching you while I fuck you turn you on?"

I shuddered at his erotic interrogation. Oh God, yes, my body screamed in agreement. But I shook my head in the negative, playing innocent. I had no idea why I was telling him a lie. I had no idea why I falsified the truth when my body was outrageously flaunting otherwise, quite simply exhibiting and screaming to the world that I loved it, being treated in such a sexy, wicked way.

"Oh?" he queried with interest, seeing right through me, knowing immediately what I had signified was a simple and utter lie. As if to taunt me, to punish me for my untruth, his fingers ruthlessly dug deeper, torturing me in such a barbaric way the action shook me to my core and made me so breathless and dazed I was certain I was going to faint from the overwhelming experience.

My body tensed, tightening into a dense coil, and then weaken and collapsed against the window. If not for the thick glass frame supporting me and James's firm grasp, I knew I would have fallen to my knees, so deeply affected by James and his words.

I felt exhausted and beaten and my body even more sensitive, craving sex, craving James even more.

He was definitely right. I was very responsive to him tonight. No doubt about that. The more he made love to me, the more sensitive I became. My body now easily reacted, tingling in pleasure at the slightest erotic suggestion.

"Then why," James whispered into my ear as I heaved and my limp body collapsed against the glass, "does your pussy tighten so hard around my fingers?" He chuckled. "It's as if the very idea of you being so exposed while I do this to you"--he plunged another finger and thrust all three deep into me--"excites you. Hmm... You're such a liar, Mia." He licked the base of my throat, teasing me.

The heat of his tongue did nothing to dampen my continued arousal and desire for him. In fact, it was the opposite. My whole body writhed in a frenzy.

"I believe you need to be punished," he said darkly. "Don't you?"

I couldn't reply to his rhetorical question. I was already at the point of no return. Truth be told, I couldn't care less what he was going to do to me next. In fact, I welcomed it. Welcomed his ruthless sexual torture, ravishing my body and pounding deep into me until I was mindless, breathless, and dazed. Until my world spun and turned into a myriad of shades of the rainbow. Until my body became numb and blacked out the awareness of everything around me except for James himself, except for the exquisite amatory sensations he expertly granted me.

"James..." I begged, my pussy longingly pulsating for his cock. "Please..."

I felt tears in my eyes at my unbearable craving. The thought of that particular beast prodding into me, rubbing itself against the lining of my secret valley, thrilled me in anticipation.

My breathing short and labored, I whispered, "James..."

I gazed up at him, my eyes in that deep-set desire-filled expression, beseeching.

James smiled darkly at me, pleased with the way I looked--weak, docile, and imploring.

He kissed me on the lips gently and softly as if it were my reward for being the perfect submissive mistress. When he moved back just a little, he said, his warm breath fanning against my face seductively, "Since you begged."

I sighed a breath of relief in happiness and excitement as he granted my desire. My whole body shook, and my knees weakened as James guided me into position. The end result made my backside stick into the air. The feeling was exquisitely wonderful. I was excited and waited in anticipation, knowing soon I was going to be ruthlessly fucked, that any moment now, he'd mercilessly and continuously pound his cock deep into me, filling me to the core, making us one.

James palmed me, sliding his hand from front to back, his fingers stroking the sensitive grove of my pussy, his skin soaking wet with my honey. Then he firmly held my hip and snuggled his face against my hair, inhaling my scent.

"You smell amazing," he said softly.

I closed my eyes as I felt my body pressed harder against the window. I psyched myself into readiness for him, my pussy twitching for his cock while my heart raced and my breathing quickened.

Slowly and seductively, James let me feel him by rubbing his hot, hard cock against my wet pussy, stroking the thick shaft against my sensitive, wet flesh, causing a torrent of explosive sensation throughout my body. I groaned deeply as my body squirmed in anticipation for that beast to invade me.

James whispered into my ear, teasing me. "You're quite eager today, aren't you?"

I mindlessly nodded since I could no longer deny my desire for him.

"Ask me again, Mia. Tell me you want my cock inside you." He chuckled darkly. "Politely."

I bit my lower lip as my body shook uncontrollably. Then I took a deep breath and whispered breathlessly, "I... I want your cock deep inside me, James... Please."

"Hmm..." he responded, kissing me tenderly about the neck, waiting for me to express more of my unashamed sexy pleading.

"Please, James," I said, feeling my own body reacting deliciously to my naughty words, words I would never use with anyone except James. "Please... fuck my naughty pussy with your cock."

I didn't mean my words to be so erotic and dirty, but it just unexpectedly came out that way. James, to my surprise and pleasure, responded like a bull in heat. He sucked the skin of my neck and tightened his hold on me, as if my very words excited him beyond control. I felt his firm grasp on me, digging into my sensitive skin, which only heightened my pleasure even more.

Once he released my skin from his mouth, he chuckled darkly with amusement. It was as if he enjoyed my sexy comeback, teasing and taunting him.

"That's my girl."

Then slowly and carefully, he prodded his thick cock into my pussy, filling my aching emptiness. In response, I sighed and groaned in pleasure, my whole body shuddering and squirming deliciously. Then, when he started moving, I cried in ecstasy.

"Agh..." I groaned. "Hmm... Ahh..."

James continued to pound into me--in and out, in and out...

His body and mine moved in fluid r

hythm, dancing erotically against the window. Oh God! It felt amazingly wonderful being fucked in this position, erotically exciting.

"Ja-James..." I screamed his name between each heavy breath. "Oh... Ja-James..."

More... More... Harder... Harder... Faster... Faster...

Indeed, James seemed to understand what I wanted. His pace increased, thrusting into me faster and faster, screwing me deeper and deeper, which was driving me insane.

Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! It wouldn't be long now until I came.

I gritted my teeth, my mind in a muddle, my heart racing and pounding in my chest as it had never before as my body shook and squirmed and my breasts smashed against the window.

"James..." I screamed. "I'm coming..."

The instant I breathlessly said those words to him, James swore under his breath. "Fuck! Not yet, Mia. Not yet."

He deliberately slowed his pace, which in turn decreased my build up.

"James?" I asked. "Please..." I begged. I wanted him to pound into me so I could come. The blasted man, however, had other ideas and pulled out completely.