Page 41 of The Morally Grey Billionaires Boxset

Isla

"No," I breathe. "No. Don’t stop." And I mean it.

I thought he’d simply proceed with what he was going to do.

The fact that he’s stopped every step of the way and checked in on me is both reassuring and encouraging, and so hot.

There’s something so very sexy about him being concerned for me—almost as much as the need for him to take from me without asking.

The contradictory emotions flare in my chest. My belly tightens, and my clit throbs. I try to squeeze my thighs together, but the restraints stop me. And somehow, that only turns me on more.

"You sure, baby?" He wraps his fingers about my toes and squeezes gently. I can’t stop myself from shuddering, half in arousal, but also because it’s so comforting. The combined sensations are even more arousing.

"Liam, please," I whine.

"Please what?" I hear the laughter in his tone. Asshole’s toying with me. He knows the more he extends the process, the more turned on I am, and the more I crave his touch.

"Liam!" I warn.

"Tell me what you need, baby." His voice brushes over my sensitized nerve endings.

My scalp tingles. My palms itch. My skin feels too tight for me, and every cell in my body seems to be holding its breath.

"I need whatever it is you’ve planned for me. Then, I want you to fuck me, hard," I gasp.

"As you wish."

I hear his footsteps move away, then the sound of him taking something from the cabinet before he returns to stand next to me. The whisper of silk, then a click, and silence. For a beat, another. My heart begins to race. A heavy pulse begins to throb between my legs.

I sense the warmth of his body a second before the warm, wet slurp of his tongue engulfs my clit. A mewl spills from my lips. Then a buzzing sound fills the air. It stretches my nerve endings. My heart smashes into my ribcage. A panting sound fills the air, and I realize it’s coming from me.

"Liam?" I gasp.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"N… no…"

He winds his fingers between mine, and my pulse rate slowly reduces.

"Better?"

I nod.

"Good." I hear him rise to his feet, then a feel soft brush of his lips over mine.

He keeps his fingers in mine, before touching the buzzing device to the inside of my upper thigh.

He retracts it, and my skin instantly warms at the point of contact.

My toes curl. He touches me on another spot and a sensation like pins and needles shivers under my skin.

Touches me again, and I tremble. His touches are like whispers of sensation, almost not there, and yet I know he made contact because pinpricks of heat streak through my blood.

"Wh… what’s that?"

"A wand massager."

"Oh." Not that I know what that means, but whatever it is, it doesn’t sound too bad. In fact, it sounds almost comforting, like something I would voluntarily use on myself.

"Is it like a vibrator?"

"Yes and no."

"What do you—?" I gasp because he’s touched the device closer to my clit, then still closer. Then he touches it to the edge of my pussy lips, and pleasure zings up my spine. My core clenches. My entire body flushes with that, with delight, with an overload of endorphins. My head spins and he’s only touched me there once. "Oh, my god," I gasp.

"At your service, baby."

Jerk. I decide to ignore that ego-filled statement.

"Do it again," I demand.

He laughs. "You forgot something."

Fuck asking for permission. "Stop playing with me and touch me, you—"

He touches me on the other pussy lip. This time, the sensations course up my back. What seems like double the streams of rapture grip me. The pressure begins to build in my core. I writhe, tugging at my fastenings.

"Liam, please, please, please."

This time, he touches me on either pussy lip, once on each side, and I cry out.

My back curves, and my thigh muscles spasm.

I throw my head back as multiple rivers of sensations slam into me.

I open my mouth and scream as the orgasm pounds into me.

As I float back down to earth, I open my eyes, and find I can see again—the scarf is gone.

I’m still bound and I find Liam between my legs, lapping at my core.

The sight is so filthy, and so primal, and so completely erotic.

My arms and legs tremble. A thousand little pinpricks tickle my skin.

My breasts hurt with a physical need to feel his mouth on them, and my pussy…

Oh, god, he’s all over my pussy. Those messy, greedy noises he makes as he cleans up my cum are so dirty.

So salacious, so explicit. No scene I’ve read so far in my smutty books compares, and we’ve barely started.

The pressure builds behind my eyes, the beating of my heart increases in intensity. "Liam, please, I can’t take it anymore. I can’t."

He looks up at me from under those ridiculously thick eyelashes. Then crawls up over my body and kisses me. The taste of him and me merges on my palate. Heat flushes my skin. My heart feels like it’s going to burst. When he finally pulls away, we’re both out of breath.

"Liam…" I can’t say anything more. Somehow, everything I want to communicate is wrapped up in that one word.

"I know." He half-smiles. "But I’m not done with you yet."

"I can’t possibly come again," I protest.

"You can, and you will." His voice is hard, his gaze steady. The force of his dominance pins me to the bed. "I’m going to wrap this scarf around your eyes." It’s a command, but I recognize it’s also his way of telling me if I want to stop him now, he will.

When I nod, pleasure lights up his features. "Good girl."

My entire body lights up like firecrackers on the Fourth of July. The rush of pleasure overflows my cells. I am one big mass of melting jelly and each drop of the squiggly mess has only one aim—to please him. He owns me. He possesses me. He’s stamped himself on me. I’ll never be free of him.

And oh, god, I knew this would happen. I knew this last night was a mistake, but I couldn’t stop myself. And I’ll have to pay the price. Just not yet.

He wraps the cloth around my eyes, and the tension in my body instantly recedes.

It’s as if, as long as I don’t see the world, as long as I’m in this room with him, I can push everything else aside.

I don’t have to make choices, or face decisions, or deal with the consequences of my actions.

I can simply be his submissive, his wife, the woman who’s happy to lay spread-eagle in front of him and allow him to have his way with me.

Then I sense him move around again. There’s another click, and a buzzing fills the air, fainter this time, but the effect on my body is even more intense.

Like a well-trained pet, heat sweeps through my blood and my pulse rate ratchets up.

Every part of me feels so much lighter, more ready. More sensitized.

It’s almost not a shock when what feels like pinpricks of delight trail over my leg.

It’s like a comb being pulled over my skin, only so much lighter, yet also, heavier.

From every point of contact, pleasure pools under my pores, all joining up to form a network of lust that spreads through my veins, my cells, and my very flesh.

It grows and grows, until I’m writhing and moaning and trying to find relief from the emptiness that crawls at my core.

I would cry and beg him to let me come. I want to cry and beg him to let me come, but my brain cells seem to have lost the ability to form words, and my tongue isn’t cooperating, either.

Then, just as suddenly, the buzzing stops. For long seconds, I twitch and jerk and lay there, gradually coming down from the wicked space he took me to. I sense him moving about, then something big and blunt teases my puckered hole.

"Liam?" I groan. I want to protest more, but the happy hormones coursing through me have turned my muscles to jelly. I feel like I’m floating. Like I’ve turned to liquid and am one happy daub of putty he can mold into any shape he wants.

He must have slathered this piece of hardware with more lubricant, for combined with my very happy relaxed state, it slips in through the ring of muscle easily.

I draw in a breath, my backchannel contracting around the device.

It’s full and stretches me, but as my body adjusts, the feeling fades, to be replaced by anticipation.

That weightlessness in my belly multiplies, until every part of me is alive and open and squirming with need.

A vibration whispers through the air, then through me.

I gasp. It’s not completely unexpected, but oh, god, that thing quivering up my backside is like nothing I’ve experienced before.

The tingling leaches out through my skin, my blood, and to my extremities.

Coiling in my nipples, my toes, my fingers, my clit.

Every part of me is responsive and open and ready and waiting.

My very breath is charged. The blood pumps at my temples; fills my pussy until it feels painfully engorged.

And waiting…waiting. I curl my fingers into fists, and dig my heels into the mattress, attuned to his breathing, his every move. Then, just as suddenly, the device is switched off.

The bed dips, and I gasp. I sense his heat between my legs, the heaviness of his bulk as he squeezes in between my thighs.

He drags his fingers across my clit, and I cry out.

Sparks streak out from the point of contact.

Every part of me is so sensitized that the orgasm threatens to sweep over me.

My pussy weeps, and he seems to realize how close I am to the edge, for he cups my face and leans in until his breath grazes my lips.

"You will not come until I give you permission," he growls.

The part of my hind brain trained for survival acknowledges his total supremacy over me. I want to answer him, but the words seem to have dissolved into the liquefied pool of need that my body has turned into.

Once more, he seems to understand me, for he drags his finger under my lower lip. "Nod, if you hear me, baby."

I nod.

"Good girl." He presses his lips to mine, but before I can open my mouth and entice him to deepen the kiss, he’s gone, only for the thick head of his cock to replace his fingers at my slit.