“I can handle it,” she said confidently.
“I hope so.”
His response sent a tiny thrill of fear through her, but they had gotten past the awkward first time—she had nothing to worry about now.
He reached behind her and picked up a slender white box which she hadn’t noticed. The name of the jewelers discreetly embossed on the side was synonymous with style and elegance…and exclusivity. Viewing was reputedly by appointment only.
The diamond-encrusted panther almost blinded Chantelle as Dominic carefully undid the clasp of the slender platinum chain.
“A gift for the gift you gave me last night.”
Chantelle, awed by the beauty of the craftsmanship of the animal captured in full flight, finally found her voice and objected as he slid it around her neck, “But—”
“I called and arranged an extra early appointment this morning. Don’t let the jeweler’s hard work in helping me find just the perfect pendant be all for nothing.”
Chantelle felt torn as he slipped the shoulder strap of her dress down and freed her breast, then did the same for the other—she hadn’t worn a bra. The jewelry was exquisite and would be the first non-costume piece she owned, but should she accept it from him after sleeping with him? It wasn’t money, but the whole business smacked of—
“I also got the perfect clamps for these.” He twisted her nipple firmly, interrupting her thoughts and making her gasp as sensations flooded her entire body. “But first I’m going to shave you.”
“Shave me?”
“You haven’t shaved before?”
“No. I trim.” She had always worried about getting unsightly razor bumps.
“Good.” He pushed the dress and her thong downwards. She stepped out of them as they pooled at her feet. “If you’ve never shaved before, you will feel everything more intensely.”
It was bizarre to have him lead her by the hand, as naked as the day she was born, while he was still fully clothed.
At least I have my glasses on, she thought in amusement.
And his gift. She remembered belatedly.
He’d already laid a large, fluffy, white towel on the marble countertop and had a new razor, shaving cream and lotion to hand.
“Wow! Talk about being prepared!” She tried to pull her hand free of his. “How often do you do this?”
“Stop it!” He commanded, tightening his grip and holding her captive. “I flew all the way to the Bahamas last week to conclude some business and end my relationship with the woman I was seeing there. I couldn’t even give her one last fuck because all I could think of was you!”
“Oh, Dominic!” Warmth filled her every pore—she’d worried so much about being just another body to him.
“Are you happy now?” He was clearly not pleased that he had let her rattle his cage.
“I am,” she admitted, wrapping her arms around his neck and standing on tip-toe to kiss him.
He kissed her briefly and then smacked the left cheek of her behind smartly. “Enough of that for now. Time to get you shaved.”
He lifted her up onto the countertop and positioned her to his satisfaction. “Your legs will look gorgeous in stirrups.”
“I can’t ride.”
“I meant medical stirrups,” he said, matter-of-factly.
“What?” Chantelle sat up, ready to run for her life.
“Steady, now,” he soothed, pushing her back against the towel. “You will enjoy playing doctor with me.”
“I heard that billionaires were kinky, but—”
“We’re no more kinky than other men.” He made the first careful swipe with the razor. “We simply get to live out most, if not all, of our fantasies.”
***
“You have such a pretty pussy, you shouldn’t hide it.” Dominic spun her to the left so that she could see the newly-shaven mound in the mirror. She won’t exactly call it pretty, but he must have seen quite a few in his time, so if he said it was pretty, then who was she to disagree. “Now keep your eyes there and watch me eat you.”
Chantelle watched as he slowly lowered his head to her suddenly plumper-looking clitoris and flicked it with his tongue. The sight was so erotic she couldn’t tear her eyes away, even if he hadn’t instructed her to keep looking. He placed his thumbs on either side of her nether lips and spread them softly.
“Beautiful.” He took the nub of flesh between his and tugged gently.
“Ooooh!” Chantelle reached downwards with both hands and grasped fistfuls of his hair as she tried to pull him away and yet she circled her hips and raised herself to offer him better access. He was right about being more sensitive shaved—she doubted that she would be able to wear her thong home.
“Tease your nipples.” Dominic disentangled her fingers and placed her hands on her breasts.
Her nipples were already standing at attention, but Chantelle did as he requested, lifting her head and holding his gaze as he ate her.
“Oh God, I’m going to come,” she moaned as he slid a finger inside her and held it still as he worked on her clit.
“Come for me, baby.” With that Dominic added a second finger, stretching her tightness briefly before starting to thrust them back and forth. Chantelle’s body immediately went taut. A moment later she found release. Dominic replaced his tongue with thumb of his other hand as he straightened to watch her come apart. “Yes, baby. Come for me.”
She was dimly aware of Dominic lifting her off the towel and taking her back to his office. He placed her facedown on his desk. The cool surface was unforgiving against her erect nipples, abrading them so they peaked further. She heard the sound of him quickly stripping behind her and turned her head to watch him. His body was surprisingly hairless—she couldn’t tell if it was natural or not—and his impossibly broad shoulders narrowed to a trim waist and a six-pack she envied. Her eyes widened at the sight of his erection as he rolled a condom onto it.
“Oh my God, did I take all of that last night?” she gasped.
“You did.” He laughed, moving out of her line of vision as he got behind her. He reached under her and molded her clit as he entered her slowly, withdrawing to thrust forward more deeply, and then again. “Every inch, baby.”
“Enough.” Chantelle moaned and raised herself slightly off the desk to escape his relentless invasion. In this position he was going deeper than he had the night before.
“Come back here,” he commanded, using his feet against hers to widened her stance and bring her further down onto him. Chantelle moaned as he buried himself to the hilt. She grabbed the sides of the table and braced herself as he tilted her behind upwards and started to thrust. “Press your sweet ass back onto me, baby.”
The desk chafed her nipples more aggressively as she moved to comply. She moaned as Dominic came forward to meet her backward move.
“Now back it harder,” he ordered and slapped the right cheek of her behind hard enough to sting. Yet all she felt was an increase of the maddening sensation in her clit and deep inside her where his erection was pulverizing her passage. He slapped her behind on what felt like the exact spot and she tilted herself even further upwards to take him impossibly deeper. Moments later her body clenched his erection as she came again. Instead of giving her a moment to ride the orgasm solo, Dominic held her hips firmly and pressed past her tightening muscles, pounding into her until he found his release.
Collapsing onto her, his weight crushing her into the desk, he said fiercely in her ear, “Yes, baby. Every inch!”
He was heavy, but it was pleasant to be squashed under his bulk, she realized. All too soon, he straightened and rolled her onto her back. His cock had subsided somewhat after his release, but it was rapidly twitching into hardness again. She closed her eyes and waited as he went to discard the protection.
She kept them closed as he returned and slid slowly back inside her. With her eyes closed it felt as though he took forever to reach to the hilt—he must be at least eight inches long.
He kept himself buried deep but unmoving as he took hold of her wrist and kissed her fingers. She heard the snick of metal, but it was only as he repeated the action on the other side that she realized he had handcuffed her to the heavy chairs on either side of the desk.
“What are you doing?” she asked feeling panicked.
“Relax, baby, and let me take care of you.”
He leaned over her and sucked her left nipple into his mouth. Chantelle closed her eyes, wishing her hands were free to stroke the curls on the crown of his head. Her vaginal walls clenched around him in response to his suckling lips. Then without warning she felt a squeezing pressure on her nipple and thought he had bitten her.
“Aw,” she protested.
When he raised his head, the pain seemed to intensify. Jerking her eyes downwards in surprise she discovered a diamond-studded panther with its jaws attached to her now throbbing flesh. “That hurts,” she complained, trying in vain to reach out and pull it off.