Forbidden Desires: Short Filthy Stories

THE BILLIONAIRE’S DANGEROUS OFFER (II)

Chapter 2

I woke up with the feeling of being watched. Damien sat in the armchair beside the bed, the nightlight casting sharp shadows across his face.

His eyes were dark and hungry, his c**k was straining visibly against his trousers. The collar felt heavier now like a constant reminder.

He didn’t say a word, he simply stood up and climbed over me. That night he took me again; slow and deep. He pinned my wrists above my head and f****d me until I was sobbing his name.

I came twice before he finally spilled inside me with a low groan, only then did he pull away and let me sleep.

Morning light slipped in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. My body ached in the best and worst way possible as I prepared breakfast exactly as he instructed.

I wore nothing but the collar belt and a tiny silk gown that barely covered my ass.

Damien walked into the kitchen, already dressed in a black suit that made him look even more dangerous. He sat at the island, his eyes all over me.

He signaled me to come. I approached him. He pulled out a small remote-controlled vibrator from his pocket, egg-shaped.

Without a word, he slid the vibrator into my still sensitive p***y. I gasped, gripping his shoulders.

“You’ll wear this today,” he said calmly, adjusting it until it sat perfectly against my G-spot. “And you’ll not come, unless I allow it.”

He tested it once. The sudden and strong vibration made my knee buckle. I whimpered. He smirked and turned it off.

The day became pure torture.

While he took calls in his home office, I knelt beside his desk organizing documents. Every few minutes he would flick the vibrator on; low at first then higher, until I was biting my lips trying not to moan.

My juices ran down my inner thigh. Twice I came and both times he turned it off before I tipped leaving me shaking and desperate for release.

By evening I was soaked and trembling mercilessly.

The charity gala was held in a glittering ballroom downtown. Damien dressed me in a floor-length emerald gown that clung to my body like a second skin exposing every curve.

No panties and the vibrator was still inside me.

In the car, he turned it low and by the time we arrived, my legs were unsteady.

Inside the crowded room, he had one possessive hand on my lower back as we mingled with politicians and CEOs.

In a shadowed corner near the bar, he pressed me against the marble pillar. “Spread your legs slightly.”

I obeyed and he turned on the vibrator higher, my breath hitched. His fingers slipped under the slit of my gown and teased my swollen c**t while people laughed and chatted only a few feet away.

Anyone could turn their head and see us. The thoughts should have horrified me, so why was I getting wetter?

I buried my face in his chest, biting down on his jacket to stay quiet as the vibrations and his skilled fingers pushed me right to the edge.

“Not yet,” he whispered and turned it off.

He did it two more times; in a dimly lit hallway and once while we were dancing. Each time I got closer and wetter. My n*****s were painfully hard against my dress and I was dripping down my thighs.

By the time we got back to the penthouse, I was out of my mind with need.

The moment the door closed, Damien’s control snapped.

He shoved me against the wall and yanked my dress down my body until it pooled at my feet. The vibrator buzzed on high as he spun me around and bent me over the back of the couch.

“You’ve been such a dripping, desperate little slut all day,” his fingers dug into my hips and his other hand spanked my ass. “Begging for my c**k with your eyes in front of everyone.”

He pulled the vibrator and replaced it with two thick fingers, finger-f*****g me brutally. I was so close.

He pulled his fingers away and replaced them with his massive c**k in one thrust. I screamed in pleasure as he pounded into me, the wet slap of skin echoing through the penthouse.

When I was right on the edge, he pulled out completely.

I sobbed in frustration. He carried me to the bedroom, tied my wrists to the headboard with a soft rope, and spread my legs wide.

Then he used his mouth and the vibrator on me for what felt like hours; edging me mercilessly, bringing me to the brink again and again until I was shaking and crying.

Finally, the pressure became too much.

“Please!” I gasped. “Please… I’m so close, please…”

Damien pulled out instantly. He removed the vibrator, untied me, and pulled me into his arms. His breathing was ragged. For once I saw real conflict in his eyes.

“I’m going to come,” I whispered, trembling against his chest.

He stroked my hair, surprisingly gentle. “You can… You can, baby.” His voice was rough. “I’m sorry, Aria. No one has ever made me lose control this way.”

He kissed me then, deep and desperate, almost tender. When he finally slid back inside me, it was slower and more intimate.

We moved together, eyes locked, until orgasm tore through both of us at the same time. I clung onto him as waves of pleasure mixed with something far more dangerous.

I was falling for him. And that terrified me more than any punishment ever could.