Love In Handcuffs: The Secret Billionaire (Part One) (BDSM And Domination Erotic Romance Novelette) Read online

  The man’s lips moved down from mine, and he began kissing and nipping at my neck. I tilted my head back, running my fingers through his hair; I could hear myself moaning and realized that, whether or not I was destined to be arrested and taken to prison, I was fully committed to letting this man do whatever he wanted to me in this moment. He began unbuttoning my blouse, and I felt the cool air of the room against my skin, contrasting with his warm touch. “Oh!” I cried out, as his lips moved down from my neck slowly. The mysterious man pulled my blouse down, tossing it aside and immediately attacking my bra. He freed one of my breasts, bringing my nipple up to his lips and sucking and licking it until I was moaning out loud over and over. It occurred to me that I was having sex with a completely unknown man—but after everything that had already happened to me, I couldn’t think of any good reason not to. In the back of my mind, it occurred to me that this man was definitely not a federal agent; whatever he was, whatever the handcuffs were for, I was fairly certain that I wouldn’t be getting arrested by him, at least not in the next hour or so.

  The mysterious man reached around to my back and unlatched my bra, slipping it away from my skin and letting it drop to the floor. He started playing with my breasts more aggressively. He pinched both of my nipples sharply, making me gasp in a mixture of pain and pleasure, and then began rolling them between his fingers until I cried out, my pussy getting wetter by the moment. I bit my lip, trying to muffle the sounds of my pleasure, and the mysterious man grinned at me. “Don’t worry about the noise,” he told me, leaning in to kiss me on the lips quickly. “I chose this stateroom for its soundproof walls.” His hands traveled up to my shoulders and he began massaging them slowly, working out kinks I hadn’t even realized were there. “You’re so tense, Katrina…” he told me, his low voice almost mocking. “I don’t think you’re a very good criminal, all things being equal.” He kissed me again, his tongue delving into my mouth, the hunger in his kiss making me breathless in a matter of moments. I was seeing stars, reeling against him as his hands worked me over, across my shoulders, down to my breasts, and along my arms slowly, kneading and teasing.

  He found the zipper on my skirt and pulled it down quickly, guiding the thin fabric over my hips. I stepped out of it, kicking it aside before I realized that I was standing in front of a stranger in nothing but my panties. The mystery man moved close to me again as I started to cover up instinctively, pushing my arms aside firmly but gently. “Don’t cover yourself up.” He pressed his lips to my neck again and bit and kissed me all along my throat, trailing down to my collar bones, his hands on my hips massaging and lulling me into a thoughtless buzz of sensation. I felt his fingers brush along the insides of my thighs and didn’t move or protest as he cupped my pussy through my panties, rubbing me slowly. I was moaning like a whore, pushing my hips down into his touch, aching to get more contact with his aggressive hands. He moved down my chest and claimed first one, then the other of my nipples, sucking on them hard enough to make me cry out, nipping them carefully with his teeth and then lapping at them with his tongue. I was soaking wet, I could feel my panties becoming drenched from how incredibly turned on I was.

  Just when I was on the edge of orgasm from the stimulation, he stepped back, unbuttoning his jacket and shrugging out of it quickly, tossing it over the back of a chair. The snowy white shirt underneath went next, his hands moving over the buttons in a fluid motion that I couldn’t quite follow. He knelt in front of me in his undershirt and slacks, wrapping his arms around my legs and looking up at me with a mixture of amusement and arousal in his bright eyes. Before I could react, he pulled my knees out from under me, sending me sprawling on the bed with a squeak I couldn’t quite suppress. He pushed me onto my back, spreading my legs open and running his tongue along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, teasing me mercilessly as he came closer to my pussy. He kissed me through my panties, letting his hot breath caress me until I was whimpering with need. I gasped as I felt him begin to lick me through the flimsy, lacy fabric of my panties, his tongue running up and down my labia even with the barrier. I was trembling under the assault, my hands going to his shoulders, his hair, trying desperately to get more contact.

  After what seemed like forever, he reached up and pulled my panties down, almost ripping them as he got them off of me. He parted my labia with his fingers and immediately began licking and sucking on my wet, aching pussy, thoroughly tasting me and probing me with his tongue until I was writhing underneath him, crying out and moaning more loudly than I had with any other man I’d been with before. I had not ever thought of myself as being terribly interested in receiving oral sex—but then, apparently I had been with amateurs compared with this man. He found my clit with his tongue, holding me open as he flicked it more quickly than I could follow. Then he was sucking the bead of flesh between his lips, trapping it and tormenting me with heavier pulsing licks while his fingers stroked my labia, slowly moving inward. I squeezed his shoulders, needing to hold on to something in my ecstasy, as the world spun around me. “Oh, oh god, oh yes, oh please,” I panted, rocking and twisting my hips mindlessly. I almost screamed when he pushed a finger up into me, slowly working it in and out of my pussy as he varied the speed with his tongue. I could feel the muscles in my legs twitching, my whole body tense—I was on the knife’s edge of orgasm already. My nails bit into his shoulders, but the mystery man didn’t seem to mind as he worked away at my pussy, giving me just a hint of his teeth that made me gasp in shock and keen pleasure.

  He added another finger, and I flexed my muscles around them, twisting my hips as my back arched up off of the bed, sensation flooding through me. He began to move the fingers more quickly inside of me, curling them slightly toward himself until he brushed up against my g-spot, and I shuddered, coming to climax with a sound somewhere between a scream and a moan. He kept it up until I collapsed against the bed, shaking with the power of the orgasm he’d given me. “Ah yes,” he murmured, pulling away from my pussy and licking his lips with a satisfied smile. “You are very tasty, my dear.” He stood, and I watched him through a haze of sated pleasure as he unbuckled his belt, unfastening his pants and letting them fall to the floor. He pulled his undershirt over his head quickly and I took in the sight of him, clad only in perfectly fitted boxer-briefs: his lean, muscled chest and arms, the dark, sparse line of hair from his navel downward, the thick muscles in his thighs. Clearly this was a man that made time to work out; though he wasn’t muscle-bound like some of the men I’d known.

  He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear and pushed them down, freeing his hard cock. It sprang up from the confines of his boxer-briefs proudly. I swallowed at the sight of it; this man was bigger than any I’d been with before, and the size of his cock was almost intimidating. At the same time, I was imagining that hard cock in my pussy, even in my mouth—it was kind of perfect in shape, and after the pleasure he had given me, I wanted to taste him, wanted to feel him filling me up. I could feel my mouth watering at the thought of kneeling in front of him, wrapping my lips around his smooth flesh. I sat up in the bed, shifting onto my knees, and he came close again, reaching out and giving my breasts a few light, playful slaps before taking them in his hands and squeezing them. “Someone’s a greedy little thing,” he said, rolling my nipples between his fingers quickly. “Ready for more already?” I nodded, breathless as he leaned in and kissed me quickly. The mysterious man pushed me back onto the bed and pinned me down, his hands traveling over me slowly as he pressed his hips to mine. I could feel his cock brushing against me, hot and heavy, and I wanted it so badly I could almost taste it.

  Then he was guiding himself up against my pussy, and I felt the head of his dick rubbing against me, pressing between my labia. “You’re so wonderfully wet, Katrina,” he murmured, kissing me on the neck. “I could just slip right in.” I gasped when he pushed into me all at once with a fast thrust of his hips, slamming up into my pussy hard. I felt my muscles flexing around him, trying to a
djust to the thickness of his hard cock; it felt so good already. He began moving immediately, and I pulled him close, needing to feel his body pressed against mine as his cock pounded into me, driving out any possibility of anxiety or doubt. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pushed my hips down in counterpoint to his thrusts, loving the friction between our bodies. I heard him moan as he pushed deeper and deeper inside of me, seeking the spot his fingers had found moments before as we both panted for air. His lips sealed mine and he swallowed down my moans, his hands teasing and touching me everywhere.

  He pulled back from me, breaking away from the kiss last, and carefully unwrapped my legs from around his hips, settling back into a kneeling position. He smiled slightly as he brought my legs up, draping them around his shoulders and picking up his pace. I cried out again as he found my g-spot with his cock, hammering against it in quick thrusts. I was panting and gasping, my body drenched in sweat and my head swimming as jolts of pleasure fired through my nerves, blotting out everything but the sensation of his cock inside me. Then he reached down between our bodies and spread my labia, finding my clit quickly with his fingers and rubbing it in firm circles. I was gripping the sheets as tightly as possible, trying to move my hips even though he had all the leverage. I writhed and arched, wanting more than anything to feel him come, to hear him moan out as he reached orgasm. “Oh, oh—oh!” I shouted, almost sobbing from the intense pleasure as I came close to climax again so soon. The mysterious man was panting, his bright eyes closed. I could feel his cock beginning to twitch inside of me and knew he was close to his own finish. I reached out and managed to find his hand, bringing it to my mouth and slipping one of his fingers past my lips. I sucked on his forefinger as he pounded me, letting him feel my teeth graze along the tip, pretending it was his dick in my mouth instead of his finger. He let out a long, low groan, and I felt him come, a flood of sticky heat spreading up through my pussy as I followed him into orgasm, my muscles clenching around him, trying to keep him inside of me.

  He fell to the bed next to me, wrapping one arm around my waist as he came to rest. My whole body was electric with pleasure, humming and buzzing like a power line in the rain. My legs, tangled up in the sheets, felt unreal—I wasn’t convinced I had bones in them still. I curled up on my side, feeling the tenderness of my pussy as something that didn’t quite matter; I felt so good all over that I wanted to laugh. “Why did you do that?” I asked him, still catching my breath. The man turned onto his side, panting from his exertions, and grinned.

  “You looked like you needed it.” I giggled, feeling almost drunk from the sense of peace and satisfaction that was bone-deep. I couldn’t keep it up, though, and subsided in a pile of happy, breathless pleasure. I looked up at the mysterious man, coming out of the haze of my intense orgasm, and suddenly I found myself laughing outright. “What is it?” he asked me. I curled up on my side, towards him, and lifted myself up on my elbow, propping my head up on my hand.

  “I just realized that I don’t even know your name.” The man laughed, reaching out and brushing a stray lock of hair out of my face. I was almost surprised at how different his eyes looked when he laughed; not as cold, more the brilliant blue of a swimming pool in the middle of summer.

  “My name is Michael.” I poked him in the ribs, sitting up in the bed and looking down at him as he relaxed among the pillows.

  “You know practically my whole life story,” I told him, crossing my arms over my chest. He pushed my arms away easily, reaching up to play with my breasts, running his thumb over one of my nipples slowly.

  “Oh, so I understand you were born a few months ago, just before you started embezzling from your employer?” he said, a slight smile curving his lips. He gave one of my nipples a pinch, twisting it slightly and making me gasp.

  “You know what I mean,” I managed to say, though Michael was doing a good job of distracting me from my point. He reached one hand down between my legs and began stroking my pussy slowly; my hips began moving almost automatically. He was watching me intently, the way I writhed between his touches. I shook my head, trying to get past the distraction of so much pleasure. “I don’t know anything at all about you, other than the fact that—at least I assume—this is your stateroom, and now that your name is—is Michael.” I gasped as he plunged a finger inside of me, his thumb rubbing my clit in firm circles.

  Suddenly, he stopped; his hands left my breasts and pussy both and I unwillingly let out a little needy whimper, opening my eyes without being sure when I had closed them. Michael was still smiling, apparently enjoying the sight of me getting off from his attentions. He brought his fingers up to my lips and, without even considering it, I licked them clean, able to taste the mixture of my own fluids and his.

  “You’re right. What would you like to know?” I couldn’t quite make myself think, particularly not when I noticed that he was beginning to get hard again. I shifted away from him and made myself look up at his face, instead of down at his cock.

  “Well, for starters, this is your stateroom, right?” Michael laughed again, throwing his head back among the pillows.

  “Yes, it is. While I may be the kind to kidnap young women, I certainly wouldn’t be the kind to bring my kidnapping victims to someone else’s room.” He pulled me down next to him in the bed, his hands wandering over my body slowly. “What else would you like to know?” I considered what it was I wanted to know about this mysterious man, who was clearly not a fed—at least, if some strange course of events led to me finding it out, I had some serious leverage. But no fed would put himself in that position in the first place. While I’m certainly not bad to look at, I am far from the kind of woman any self-respecting person would risk his job over. The only reason that my boss had been so aggressive about groping me, I suspected, was that there was really nothing I could do about it, short of leaving—or so he thought.

  “What do you do for a living?” I asked him. Michael’s hands were touching me all over with more than just musing curiosity. He was starting to play with my breasts again, and I could feel myself getting wet all over again.

  “Oh, I’m a federal agent,” he said in such an offhand manner that I almost choked—until I started laughing. He grinned at me. “I do a lot of things, ultimately. You’ve noticed I’m not exactly poor—I run a business, a few varying interests.” He leaned in and kissed me on the lips. “If you’re going to be asking me questions, we might as well head up to the deck. It’ll be cooler, and if you’re dressed I certainly won’t be constantly distracted.” I rolled my eyes at the implied compliment, but agreed. Michael was plenty distracting enough, even when he wasn’t teasing me with his hands. I climbed out of the enormous bed and looked around for my clothes. Michael got dressed more quickly than I did, stepping over to a chest of drawers that he had apparently packed his clothes into—or more likely had someone else unpack his clothes into—and taking out a pair of slacks and a button-down shirt; it was more casual than his suit, but certainly it wasn’t jeans and a t-shirt. I got into my clothes, feeling his gaze on me as I slipped into my skirt and finished buttoning my blouse.

  Chapter Three

  It surprised me that I didn’t find him at all creepy. Sure, at first I had thought that he might be a creep, but even though he had basically swept me off my feet in my moment of greatest vulnerability, it felt completely natural that Michael would lead me out of the room, guiding me up to the deck to walk around as if we were a married couple. We would have to keep our conversation discreet, of course—since he had given the crewman the idea that we were married, my asking questions about his life would definitely be out of place—but we wandered around the deck, pausing every now and then to look out over the ocean. The good thing about being up against the railing was that the sound of the boat moving through the water obscured our conversation to some extent.

  It was honestly interesting, learning about Michael’s life. I told myself to take his story with a grain of salt but the picture he painted was
of a life that was all appearances. He was on the cruise, he told me, to get away from it. The constant pandering, the need to be on his guard at all times. He typically only slept a handful of hours per night—after all, there was always business being done somewhere in the world—and took very little time for himself in the normal course of things. “The miracle was that this cruise even happened at all. I kept waiting for someone to call me and tell me that something had gone wrong in one of the areas of my business, or that there was something that needed to be taken care of at home.” He grinned as he said that. “Fortunately, my phone is turned off, and will stay that way. Though I have to admit, noticing you and either rescuing or kidnapping you—depending on your perspective—probably saved me caving in early. If I hadn’t been intrigued by you, I probably would have gone back to my room hours ago and checked my phone.”