The Billionaire's Pet - Forbidden Fun
“Look at me,” he instructs in a raspy tone. I can see the wild in his eyes as I pant for air. “Do not make a fucking sound,” he says.
I go to question him but gasp as he eases his length into me. Oh my god, it’s huge. I feel myself stretching to accommodate his thick length as Cameron starts to take me hard on the couch. I need to scream. I need to moan, yell, something. I have to bite my lip in order to stay quiet as he ordered, but it’s incredibly hard to do when he feels so magnificent.
Tears of pleasure sting my eyes as Cameron pumps into me, and the hand that isn’t binding my wrists together moves down to slap my breast. I yelp on instinct which causes Cameron to pause and bend down closer to me, a warning in his eyes.
“I said not to make a sound,” he says in a tightly controlled voice. I start to apologize, but I’m stifled by a hand on my mouth again. What is going on and why am I enjoying this so damn much?
Cameron starts to grind into me before looking at me. “You like that?”
I nod my head wildly, not wanting him to stop. The fullness of him and the way he’s grinding to rub against my clit forms another building orgasm in me. I want to scream and let him know that it’s coming too fast, but I can’t make a sound. His hand leaves my breast and he slides a thumb into my mouth.
“Suck,” he instructs. And I do just that as he continues to grind. He releases his thumb from my mouth and moves it down to flick my clit, the sensation nearly pushing me over the edge on instant contact.
My back arches into him and I lightly whimper because it’s so damn hard to not make a sound as his big body fills me. My pussy is beginning to quiver, and I feel it coming any minute. Cameron chuckles evilly as his fingers flick my nub, giving me a sense of pleasure I’ve never experienced before.
“Look at you enjoying this. What a slutty little girl.”
I make a breathless moan as I tighten around him.
“You can’t come until I say so,” he warns, now rubbing my clit forcefully with more fingers. The pressure from that and his thrusts are too much. I’m squirming on the couch, silently begging for him to let me release.
“I can’t…” I whisper, my words failing at the torture.
“You can’t what? Take this anymore?”
“Please,” I beg, looking up to him with pleading eyes, a single tear rolling down my cheek.
Cameron smiles a dark, sinister grin. “Not until I say so.”
I moan and my head falls back on the couch. Cameron picks up speed with his fingers and his thrusts.
“For that alone, you’re going to wait even longer now.”
I whimper, growing wetter. I can feel myself leaking down my thighs at the flicks and pumps. My stomach is twisting in knots at the urge to release.
“Cameron, please, I’m begging you… I can’t… I can’t take this any… m-more…”
His grin doesn’t subside. He continues to pump.
“Fine, but you’re not going to come on my dick.” He removes himself from me fully and pulls away his fingers. I whimper at the loss of him and shoot up once my wrists are free. But then, Cameron’s head dips down to my opening and he starts to lick and finger me wildly. “You’re going to come on my face,” he says, his voice muffled.
Cameron’s fingers curl to my spot as his tongue flicks against my clit, and it’s not long before I’m back where I was with the intense need to orgasm.
My hands fist his hair and I arch my hips into him more, needing to feel him all over me. I start to tighten around his fingers.
“Ready?” he asks.
“Please,” I beg desperately. “Oh please.”
Cameron hums against me, ravaging me.
“Then come. Now, Jessalyn.”
On cue, I let out a blood curdling scream as my release takes hold. I feel lifeless and out of this world as orgasm pulses through me. Hot fluids pour from my pussy as it convulses, but Cameron doesn’t stop. I clench down hard, writhing maniacally as the orgasm intensifies, but he continues his assault. Pretty soon, I’m a begging and panting mess, my back arching with the force of the magnificent release.
Cameron pulls away, his lips glistening with my honey, and I watch him lick his lips with an evil grin as I lie there breathless and completely weak.
Whatever I just experienced was not normal, and yet, I already want to feel it again. If this is how Cameron Purcell wants to control me… then I’ll be his pet for as long as he likes.
7
Jessalyn
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The next few months fly by and before I can blink, it’s been three months since I started living in Cameron’s house. I’m astonished at how quickly I adapted to life with Cameron Purcell after that first night with him, the night he asserted control over me in every single aspect. I’ve craved him ever since, even if sometimes, I feel ashamed that I do.