The Billionaire's Bet: A Seductive Deal, Page 3

  “Okay,” I stammered.

  “Here’s the deal. Use the gift I gave you for at least twenty minutes today. More is always good, but you cannot come.”

  The word ‘come’ was repeated over and over in my mind like it was something to lure me into his arms.

  “Don’t cheat, I’ll know it if you have. If you can do exactly that, you can come by my house this evening and we’ll begin. The address is in the envelope.”

  He stood up from his chair and buttoned up his suit. I got up from my chair too. He walked over to me and placed his hand softly on my arm. “If you’re ready, I’ll see you tonight. Oh … and wear that dress you wore yesterday. It looks quite nice on you.”

  He escorted me to the door and when it opened, I saw all the women that were seated stare at me like I was supposed to run in fear. Only I didn’t.

  “The job is no longer vacant. Sorry ladies,” Dominic said.

  Most of them sighed, others frowned or rolled their eyes, but they all went anyway. I followed them into the elevator and looked one last time at Dominic, who stood there proud and statuesque, simply waving at me until the doors closed.

  ***

  When I closed the door to my room, that pink dildo was the only object of my attention. I put down my bag and took a deep breath, before walking over to my nightstand and taking it into my hand. It was thick and squishy, though not soft, but very large. I gazed at it and dirty thoughts crossed my mind. Thoughts of what I could do with this, how long it would last, if I could do what he asked of me, if I still wanted to go through with this. The idea of obeying him was somehow arousing me.

  I breathed in and out a couple of times and figured I’d just do it. See if I could make it. There was no harm in trying and his offer was titillating my thoughts. My curiosity overtook me.

  I took off my shoes one by one, zipped down my pants and lowered them together with my panties. Sitting down onto the bed, I placed the dildo on top of my sex and began rubbing it across. Back and forth, back and forth. I circled it around and soon my folds began to moisten.

  This feels really nice.

  I rolled the dildo over my folds, making it slick from my own wetness. It was a rather sexy thought to know that Dominic had given me this toy and that it had been in his hands. Now it was all mine to play with.

  Hissing, I pushed the dildo down onto my clit and circled it around. After it was slick enough, I dipped the pink cock into my pussy and moaned loudly. It felt so fulfilling inside me. I looked at the clock and noticed only five minutes had passed. I had to spend another fifteen minutes doing this and I couldn’t come. I didn’t know if I had the strength to stop myself.

  I pushed it in and out, slower and faster and moved along with my own rhythm. It was so delicious and I couldn’t help but grab my boob and squeeze it. I took it out again and slithered it across my labia, stroking my aching nub.

  Oh, this is too hard. Oh my God, I can’t handle this, but I must. I have to.

  The resolve to do as he asked was stronger than my lust. My will to please him, so I could please myself, was all that mattered. This was new and so overpowering. I was at mercy of my own strength to deny myself pleasure.

  After the twenty minutes had passed I stopped. The dildo dropped to the floor. My nub was aching like never before. I wanted to come so badly, but knew I wasn’t allowed and I wanted what he offered more than just an orgasm I gave myself, so I persisted.

  Panting, I got up from the bed and grabbed a fresh pair of panties. My hands were stiff; one had marks all over it from the edge of the bed. My legs were shaking, but I put on the black cut out dress he wanted me to wear anyway. I took out the envelope from my bag and sat down on the bed again, trying to avoid my pussy as it was overly sensitive.

  It was a contract indeed. Dominic had already taken the liberty of signing it himself. I read through it, noticing a lot of the requirements. He’d provide me with care, clothing, shelter, food and whatnot. In return I’d obey the rules, care for myself and do whatever this contract said. The contract had a date and legal agreement. Objectives were to reward me for good behavior, grant protection and care, regular necessities and of course sexual favors if earned. I had to perform sexual actions when asked to do so. I would take punishment in any form if I did not obey. Our safe word would be red for stopping completely and yellow to slow down or do something else. And here was the part I did not yet know. I was not allowed to leave the premises unless I had permission. Another strange part was that I might be given a mark as to show that he owned me.

  I know there is a contract, nonetheless it feels weird to read this.

  I sighed and read the rest. Somehow the idea of doing this wasn’t scaring me. It was actually too tempting to say no to. Suddenly it sank in what I was about to do. I picked up a pen and went over it one last time, before signing the deal.

  My breathing was ragged as I picked up my bag and walked to the door, ready to become his.

  Chapter 4

  A taxi brought me to a luxurious apartment building on the address that was on a piece of paper included in the envelope. I gave the driver some cash and got out. On the wall was a telecom and I pressed the button next to Dominic’s name.

  “Hello?” a voice said.

  “Dominic? It’s me, Julie.”

  “Ah. Please, come up.”

  Something buzzed. I went inside and was greeted by a doorman. The hall was squeaky clean, bright and looked expensive. I walked up to one of the two elevators present and pressed the button, waiting for it to come down. My heart was racing when the doors opened and I stepped inside.

  I pressed the button, number twenty nine, the highest level. The wait was long and tedious and I was almost skipping about on my wobbly legs. When the doors opened I faced only one door, once again, just like at the casino.

  Walking up to it, I couldn’t help notice my hands shaking as I reached for the door. It opened when I was about to knock. Dominic looked at me with a confident smile. He was wearing a tight, black suit, accompanied by a red tie. When I looked at him all I saw was what I wanted.

  “Welcome. Come on in,” he said and he made some room for me and pointed at his loft. I stepped inside and looked around. It was a beautiful loft with on one side a natural stone wall and staircase and on the other side a gigantic bookcase going from the floor all the way to the ceiling, with a balcony somewhere midway and a few steps leading up to it. I marveled at expensive looking white couches and seats, the magnificent view from the window, the golden chandeliers hanging above me.

  Dominic closed the door behind me and the thump shook me out of my daydreams about this loft. I turned around and gasped. He was right in front of me, only a few inches away. His lips were so close to mine I could almost taste them.

  “Since you’re here, I assume you’ve completed the test?” he asked.

  Holy shit, that’s straightforward. I flushed and nodded.

  He smiled. “Good. I hope you enjoyed yourself. Have you brought the agreement?”

  I took the envelope from my bag and gave it to him.

  “Great,” he said and he held out his hand. “Let’s sit down for a few minutes.”

  He walked me to his seating area and I sat down on the comfy couch while he poured in some water for me. “Thanks,” I said when he handed it to me. He sat down across from me and opened the envelope to take out the papers.

  “I see you’ve signed it. Good. Now, before we start anything, I do want to go over it with you again, just to make sure we both know what we’re getting into.”

  “Okay,” I muttered, taking a sip from my water.

  He listed all the things that were on the paper, everything I needed to agree to, and everything he would do in return. He said that this night would be a test and that we’d see how it goes from there.

  “Do you have any questions, Julie?”

  “Ah … yes,” I said, still unsure if I would ask it or not. “Why did you try to find someone through a newspaper ad? I
mean, there must’ve been an easier way.”

  He chuckled. “Well, if I’d known how these things work, then yes, I might’ve searched for someone through a different channel.”

  I almost choked on my drink. “What do you mean ‘if you’d known how these things work’? I thought this was normal to you?”

  “The lifestyle is. Searching for a new partner isn’t.” He looked down at the carpet and avoided my eyes.

  “Oh … I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked,” I said, noticing the uncomfortable silence.

  “It’s okay. I shouldn’t linger on the past. I’ve found you now and I can’t wait to get started.”

  He stood up and suddenly his demeanor had changed. His face had gone rigid and his posture was more imposing. He walked over to me and held out his hand. “Come.”

  I was mesmerized by his bright, blue eyes that were coaxing me to come with him. I took his warm, strong hand and he guided me up the stairs. We passed his bedroom, which was quite different, because the bed was suspended in the air, floating above the floor. He opened a door to the left. I was shocked by what I saw.

  There were benches with straps and something that looked like a guillotine without the blade. There was a table with metal cuffs and a hammock with holes in it, suspended in the air. There was a chair with clasps on it, a large, red sheeted bed with the same straps and cuffs on each end and a table with all sorts of equipment. Wooden and leather paddles, some with spikes, some without. Whips, chains, slappers, canes, riding crops, more cuffs, scarves, tape and other binding materials, nipple clamps in all sorts with chains attached to them and mini vibrators. On another table there were some candles, a bucket of ice and an assortment of vibrators and dildo’s. On the walls hung a lot of ropes, some masks and outfits in all different kinds, but especially leather and latex.

  I shuddered looking at it all. I didn’t know what to think of it. Some part of it was frightening, the idea of pain, the idea of being trapped, but it was also exciting me. I wanted to try it, but I was afraid at the same time.

  I felt his body press against my back. “This is the playroom. I know it may look scary at first, but trust me, you’ll learn to love it. I won’t go all out right away, so don’t be scared. I’ll take it easy on you. We’ll start simple and soft, nothing with too much pain.”

  “I don’t know …” I muttered.

  “You can trust me. I will always abide by the contract. I won’t push you further than your limits and you can always say the stop word. Do you remember what it is?”

  I nodded, feeling warmth pool in my belly from his hands that gently slithered around my sides.

  “Say it,” he whispered into my ear. “What’s our stop word?”

  “Red.”

  “Good. Now what’s the word if you want me to slow down or stop the action and do something else?”

  “Orange.”

  “Good girl. Now, I have certain rules. We’re in the playroom now, so you must always call me master. If you ask something, always say please. I might be a beast in the bedroom, but I appreciate manners.”

  “Okay,” I said.

  I felt a slight pinch in my waist and knew it were his fingers. He released me and gave me a short slap on the butt. It wasn’t painful, but I jolted up.

  “Okay, what?” Dominic said, his voice gruff.

  “Okay … master.”

  He chortled. “Well done. See, it’s not so hard to do as you’re told. Remember the rules, Julie. If you don’t abide by them, I have to punish you, like I did just now. That was lesson number one.”

  My body was trembling and my heart was racing. I didn’t dare turn around. I heard him sniff and I felt a warm breath near my hair. “You smell so nice.” He moved aside my hair from my neck and I felt his breath heat up my skin. I gasped when his moist lips brushed along my shoulder. I closed my eyes as he started to give me tiny pecks from my shoulder to the top of my neck, stopping right below my ear. My panties were getting damp and I shuffled around on my legs trying to move closer to him, to feel him.

  He nudged me forward and ripped open the zipper of my dress.

  “I want this off,” he said.

  Instinctive I clench my hands to my chest, trying to keep the dress from falling down. I’ve never really undressed like this, so visible, so naked in front of a man.

  “But I thought you wanted me to wear it?”

  “I know I did and it’s nice, but now I want it off. There’s no discussion possible. Take it off or I will,” he said, his voice more demanding than before.

  I took in a deep breath and let the dress slide down to my feet.

  “Take off the rest too. I want you completely naked.”

  “What?”

  “Do what I ask you, Julie. Take off your bra and panties or I will have to punish you.”

  I swallowed. I’d never experienced a man being so dominant before. It was not usual for me to accept it, but I knew it was part of the contract. Part of the reason why I was here. To feel what it was like. It was part of the play.

  My hands fumbled to undo the clasps of my bra. As it dropped to the floor, I shuddered and dropped my hands beside me. My fingers hooked around the lace of my panties and I pulled it down completely. I was naked, facing the wall of this make-shift dungeon, and I hungered for his love.

  I heard his footsteps before I felt his arms around me. He pulled me into his embrace. His fingers slithered up to my breasts and cupped them, gently massaging them. He groaned in my ear. I was ready to slip away under his touch. A sudden pinch got me wide awake. My areolas were being squeezed between his index fingers and thumbs until my nipples were stiff.

  “Hmm, nice and puckered,” he murmured. “Alright. Go stand over there, between the chains on the ceiling.”

  He directed me toward a plateau in the middle of the room and hoisted down some chains hanging from the ceiling. “Hold up your arms,” he said. I did what he asked and then he bound my wrists with leather straps to the chains.

  “Spread your legs, too.” Dominic lifted my feet and placed them where they should be, then put straps on my ankles. I was completely nailed to the floor. Legs wide, arms high up in the air, shackled, totally nude.

  When he came back up from the floor he just gazed at me, his lips curling up into a devious smile. “I like my girl chained up.” He ran his hands down my breasts and pinched my nipples again until I squealed. He seemed to enjoy agonizing me, looking at his broad smile.

  He stepped closer onto the plateau, moving his hand across my spine and now he was only a few inches away from me. I could feel his breath on my face as he inhaled and exhaled. “Do you give me permission to kiss you?” he asked.

  I was a bit dumbfounded by his question. “Um … yes.”

  A smack against my butt followed. The pain followed after. A cry escaped my mouth.

  “Yes what?” he said.

  “Yes, master,” I mumbled.

  Dominic smacked me again, it wasn’t as painful as the previous one, but still made me shriek from the abruptness of it. He enclosed my mouth with his, smothering me with his tongue to make me silent. He explored my mouth with eagerness, while rubbing his hand over my aching skin. It was soothing, but a gentle reminder of the force he’d use to make me do what he wanted. I was his and had no control. Giving it up was hard, but it was also the most erotic thing I’d ever done. Letting someone be in complete control over your body was a new and titillating experience for me and I wanted more of this. Of him.

  When Dominic’s lips parted from mine again, he licked his lips and stepped off the plateau. He took off his shirt, button by button, right in front of me, as if he was trying to kill me. Figuratively of course, but I couldn’t wait to get my hands on those tight abs and smooth pectorals. If I ever got the chance.

  He walked to the table and grabbed a scarf which he then put over my eyes and knotted it behind my head.

  “Taking away your sight will heighten your pleasure, Julie,” Dominic said.


  His footsteps were all I focused on. Moving around me, circling me. I didn’t know what he was doing or what I should expect. Every sound was much louder to my ears now, as if they picked up things I wouldn’t have when I could still see.

  And then came the painful pang on my breasts. “Ah!” I shrieked. He’d slapped it with his bare hand, I could feel his fingers linger on my hardened nipples as if they were his prize. And then came another smack on my other breast. Each time my breath faltered. The pain was sharp, but the burning skin that felt hot afterwards was arousing my senses.

  His hands slipped across my body, over the painful skin and I hissed when he touched it. He growled and put his lips on mine only for a few seconds. His hand suddenly came down with fierceness on my pussy. I never expected this much pain, but it was exciting and something new entirely.

  “Ouch!” I screamed. He groaned near my ear and sucked on my earlobe, then moved around to my backside.

  “Now this is my idea of fun,” he said.

  Dominic’s hand came down on my butt again. After every smack he would caress my aching skin, rubbing it in circling motions. He slapped me again and again with the back and front side of his hand, back and forth from one cheek to the other. I squealed and my legs were shaking beneath me.

  His hands cupped around my butt. He steadied me. “Settle down,” he said, his voice insistent. I felt his fingers travel from my butt to my belly, each motion making me shudder, taking in breaths as if I was preparing for the next blow. But it didn’t come. Instead, he massaged my boobs and caressed my waist, until he reached my inner thighs. Up he went to my longing folds, nudging them aside, stroking my sensitive nub. Oh, how I wanted more.

  “Do you like what I’m doing?” he asked.

  “Yes, master,” I replied, this time remembering his command.

  He chuckled. “Good. Do you like the soft spanking as well?”