The Billionaire’s Bargain

FIVE - Punished

After Damien’s threat, he let me go and I shuffled close to the door.

The ride continued in silence till we glided up a winding driveway, the soft glow of lampposts cast a warm light upon the lush greenery that lined the path.

We pulled through the gate and after a while, the car came to a stop.

A grand estate lay before us, cream colored, three stories tall, with a roof of dark grey slate tiles and chimneys that reached the sky.

I was rich but I've never seen a place like this, every inch screamed luxury, its large panned windows were crammed by white trim and black shutters.

“Get out”

Damien’s tone was heavy and left no room for argument.

In my state of awe, I had totally forgotten my current situation.

With shaky legs, I climbed out of the car and without waiting for me, Damien walked up the heavy black double doors and pushed them in.

I followed after him hearing my heart beat madly in fear, distracting me from taking in the details of his beautifully furnished home.

“Strip” Damien turned to me, simultaneously loosening his tie from his neck, wrapping it around his veiny hand.

Just what is he planning to do with that?

I stepped back while shaking my head.

“Like hell I would!” I growled

If he thought for a second that I’d strip myself bare for him, he was delusional.

Damien nodded, black strands softly flying around his head and my hand itched to tame them.

He rolled the sleeves of his pristine white shirt and unbuttoned a few buttons at the top, instantly blinding me with his tan muscular chest.

Good lord, this man took his workouts seriously.

My eyes took every inch of him in and I suddenly wanted to run my hands over him.

“You've angered me enough, Aurora, it would be in your best interest to do as I say” his voice held an underlying threat but I paid it no heed.

“And by do what you say, you mean you want me to strip” I bit out

“Absolutely. Strip and crawl to me”

He spoke with a blank voice, like he was telling his secretary to get him coffee, and my face flushed with rage.

“Go f**k yourself, f*****g asshole!” I said trying to sound as furious as I felt.

He charged at me in a blur, I screamed as he picked me up on his shoulder and marched up the golden-railed stairs.

“Oh I won't be f*****g myself, sweetheart, I have you to f**k” he claimed

“I’d sooner eat mud than let you f**k me!” I snapped and I meant it.

I would never let this man anywhere near my p***y again, no matter how much it yearns for him, for his touch.

“Oh fury, let's not let stupid thoughts into your head. I will f**k you, not once or twice. I will f**k you every second, every minute, anywhere I want to and you, will take it like a good girl” Damien’s voice was laced with dark promise and I felt my cotton panties dampen.

Before I could respond, I heard the sound of a door being opened and after a while, I was thrown on a bed with a thud.

Quickly, I tried scrambling off the bed but Damien caught me and tugged me onto his lap, face down.

“Let me go! You brute! I will file a complaint!” I threatened, bucking to get off his lap.

Damien lowly chuckled, his tone calm and unhurried. “You want to file a complaint on your husband? Go ahead, see if any station will attend to you after hearing my name”

He held my hand and locked it at my back with a firm grip, immediately stopping my thrashing.

His other hand raised my pink summer dress and I instantly regretted why I had chosen to wear a flimsy gown today.

I immediately screamed as I felt him tugging my cotton panties down. “Stop! Stop it, please! I'm sorry!”

“Oh you will be, princess” he tugged it down and left it hanging round my ankles.

Cold air fanned my butt and my face burned in shame. But that wasn't the most embarrassing thing, no, not by a stretch. I was wet and if I shifted a little, he would feel it.

“Count”

That was my only warning before a sharp sting broke out on my back and I cried out.

I tried pulling my hands from his hold to ease the pain but Damien’s grip was strong, my vision crowded with tears.

He delivered three more at the same spot enunciating it with his words. “ I. Said. Count!” I screamed again

Knowing he wouldn't stop till I started counting, I sobbed out. “One”

He delivered another and it took all in me to count out

“Two!” I bawled

It continued in this manner with me a sobbing mess and Damien not listening to my plea.

“Ten!” I cried out finally

“Such a good girl, you did so well” he cooed, stroking my hair and I put my head on his lap, muffling my sobs.

“With the way you are sobbing, one wouldn't know you enjoyed your punishment a little too much” his low voice landed next to my ear concealing an infinite amount of desire and I froze.

That was the real reason I was in tears, I was enjoying his hand on my ass.

After the first few slaps, the pain long since stopped and was replaced with pleasure that made my p***y drip in anticipation and I was eagerly rubbing his thigh to get some friction down there.

I raised my head in mortification “I d-did n-not” I stuttered

His body shook in laughter and his hold on my hair tightened

“You didn't? Oh, let’s find out?” he asked but not giving me a chance to respond.

Damien parted my legs and shoved his hand between it, covering my heated center with his palm, squeezing hard. “You were right, you didn't enjoy it, else your p***y wouldn't be dripping” he mocked

I moaned and arched my back, plastering myself into his hand, searching for more contact.

He stroked my slit slowly, drawing an oval shape around it.

His touch was unhurried, fleeting, and designed to drive me wild.

Sweet torture, it was amazing.

“Ohhhh… please…” I begged, needing his fingers to fill me up and drive me nuts

“You want me to fill you up, Fury?” he asked

Not caring that he kept calling me Fury, I nodded eagerly chasing his fingers with my center.

His finger dipped into my slit, curling over my slit, then retreated as quickly as it came. Then he parted my lips and I blanched at the sound of my wetness.

He forcefully shoved two fingers in, knuckles deep, and began drilling.