Owned by the Billionaire CEO

VOLCANIC ERUPTION

Amy blinked, not believing all what she was seeing before her.

“What will you do to me?” her voice came out low, quivering.

He replied her cooly, “You will take off your clothes, get on your knees in the centre of the bed and blindfold yourself. I'll cuff your hands to the bedpost and gag you. I will whip your body wherever it pleases me and when I'm satisfied, I'll f**k you. Hard. However I want to.”

Amy swallowed hard, taking another glance around the room. So she was just going to be his s*x doll, like another addition to these… these things in this room.

A voiceless, faceless s*x doll.

“Start. Now.” His cold voice ordered her.

She walked to the bed and turned away from him, getting ready to undo the robe sash.

“Turn to me, I want to watch you undress.”

Amy's cheeks blushed bright red, but she obeyed him, loosening the sash slowly.

She did a small shrug and the silk material slid off her slender body onto the floor.

He sat himself on a chair before her, his piercing eyes never leaving her.

If he was enjoying any of this, she couldn't tell. His eyes remained cold. Detached even.

“I want to see your boobs. Take off the panty too,” he commanded casually.

You signed up for this, Amy reminded herself.

She had guessed something like this would happen before she signed that contract, although she never imagined he would be this deep into b**m.

She took off the bra and panty, letting them fall just on the heap of her dress on the floor.

She could feel his eyes fixed on her perky t**s, which she was secretly proud of. They stood out, plump on her chest, with pink jutting n*****s.

She stood up straight and Thomas' jaw clenched, his eyes darkened dangerously — what an unusual way to show hints of passion.

“Turn around for me.”

She did and heard him draw a sharp breath, exhaling slowly as he watched her body before him.

“Get on the bed. Spread your legs wide and face me.”

She mounted the bed and opened her legs wide, wondering what he would do next.

“f**k yourself.”

It was Amy's turn to draw a sharp breath. “What?”

“Pleasure yourself with your hands, girl. I want to watch you do it.”

She braced herself for what she was about to start. She had never done this before—not in the presence of anyone.

Well, if she was going to, then she should at least take whatever control was left for her in this situation.

She ran her fingers along her tongue, moisturizing her index and middle fingers.

Her hands slowly trailed down to her c**t, rubbing her soft mound. Looking straight at him, she drew them right over her entrance.

A soft moan escaped her lips and her eyes closed partially, savouring the feeling of teasing herself. And teasing him.

His keen gaze was still fixed on her.

Amy continued the tease, her p***y lips were now swollen pink with anticipation.

She wanted to, but she would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her fingers go inside her.

As if he had read her mind, he spoke.

“Are you teasing me, girl? f**k yourself. Now.”

She held his gaze defiantly but did as he ordered.

Her slim fingers probed into her warm p***y, inch by inch, sending waves of pleasure round her whole body.

She curled her fingers upward and went deeper, moaning from the filling sensation.

Amy realized she was enjoying this. But why?

She shouldn't. Even if she consented to this, he was still a cold psycho who kidnapped her and was making her f**k herself while he just watched.

If he was another person entirely, she would have permitted herself to enjoy this.

“Touch your boobs. And your nipples.”

Hell, he was really dominant, ordering her around however he wanted.

She fondled her t**s, slowly, seductively. And he watched her like his prey, never taking his eyes off.

A feeling of satisfaction rose in her as she sighted the large bulge protruding from underneath his trousers, begging to be free.

She wondered if she was going to be able to handle all of his c**k, with the massive erection she could already see even from his suit trousers still on.

“Be a good girl and f**k your p***y harder, faster.”

And like a good girl she obeyed, slamming hard into her now-wet p***y. She aimed for her G-spot, and a sweet aching pleasure simmered up from down within her, ready to erupt like a volcano in the next moment.

Her eyes closed partially, her pretty mouth formed an O-shape. She quivered slightly and her back arched backwards, toes curling in ecstasy.

Thomas noticed what was happening, and his face formed a frown. “I didn't give you the permission to come,” he declared in a grave tone.

But she wasn't listening to him— she had gone too far to stop.

Amy's body stiffened, a soft cry escaped her lips as waves of pleasure washed over her body with tremors.

She came.

Thomas stood up from the chair and strode to her on the bed.

He pinned her hands above her head and stared at her coldly.

“You don't come without my permission. Not in this room, not with me. Do you understand?”

Slow nod.

He regarded her with a blank stare for some seconds and walked a few paces away from the bed.

He reached out for some items up above and came back to the bed.

When he was close enough, she froze.

Leather cuffs and a blindfold.

“Put this on,” he tossed the blindfold at her.

She picked it and fitted it over her eyes, processing the darkness she was plunged into.

Almost immediately, he turned her over, seized her hands once again and cuffed them to a post on the headboard.

Total blackness. In bondage.

Her heart beat frantically in her chest, as she remembered the belts and whips she had seen in this dark room earlier.

She expected the sting of his whip any second from then, but nothing. Instead, it was a light feathery touch, running down from her neck, down her spine to her ass.

Mmm, this felt nice, it…

Wham!

The sting came, taking her off guard.

She tensed her muscles as the dull stinging feeling coursed through her ass.

The feather came again, followed by the whip. And then the feather, then the whip.

Amy lost track of time as she lay handcuffed and blindfolded on that bed.

So this was b**m, Amy wondered to herself — s*x, plus acts of pain mixed with pleasure?

Eventually, he stopped.

But only to issue a command. “I want your ass raised up, with you resting on your forehead, knees on the bed.”

Amy positioned herself as he demanded, her hands still cuffed to the headboard.

She could imagine him staring at her ass right now, probably with a smirk on his face?

Hell, she had never felt so… bare, so vulnerable.

She thought the whipping would continue, but instead she heard the ripping sound of a condom pack.

“I don't kiss and do all those things your boyfriends do, Wilson. You’re about to get f****d. Hard.”

He took her low ponytail in his large hand and, without warning, his hardness penetrated her. She gasped as his girth stretched her tight p***y, filling her with a searing spasm.

His grip stayed on her hair and in an instant, he switched to monstrous mode, thrusting harder, pounding her faster.

Amy's soft cries intensified and filled the room as she felt her senses slipping away from her once more.

She could feel that volcanic eruption coming up within her again.