Free The Billionaire's Submission by K Matthew Page B

was so often I might as well move in. I imagined the
invitation was soon to follow the acceptance of his proposal. It was
only a matter of time.
    “ I'm
guessing you want to try this tonight?” Garret ran a hand
through his tousled blonde hair. The sight of him looking so nervous
was somehow arousing, yet nerve racking at the same time. I was about
to explore a part of him where no other woman had gone before. It was
a very satisfying feeling.
    “ The
sooner, the better.”
    “ So,
what do you want me to do?”
    “ Just
lay on the bed with your arms outstretched towards the bed posts.”
    As
Garret went to do as he was told, I rummaged through my bag. I had
brought four pairs of police issue handcuffs. None of the fake fuzzy
handcuff crap with the safety locks. I firmly believed in doing
bondage right, and that meant my subordinate would have no way of
escaping on his own.
    My
eyes met Garret's as I snapped the first handcuff around his wrist.
“I promise we'll take things slow. I won't hurt you tonight.”
I leaned in to kiss him softly on the lips, and he seemed to relax.
    After
Garret's other wrist was secured, I zipped my bag back up. Tonight
would be a test run—slow and steady. Leaving his legs untied
would allow him some freedom of movement and perhaps make him feel a
bit more comfortable about being tied down.
    “ Now
what?” Garret asked, obviously having a hard time getting into
the mood.
    “ Are
you comfortable?” I slowly unbuttoned the front of my shirt.
    “ As
comfortable as I can be handcuffed to a bed,” his words were
sarcastic as ever.
    “ Brat.”
I smiled at him, shrugging the shirt off onto the floor. “I'll
make you enjoy it. I promise.”
    “ We
shall see.”
    Slowly,
I undressed in front of Garret, making him strain his neck to look up
and watch me. It was a torture in its own, but more self-inflicted.
Soon, I was naked and exposed, my curvy body presented for his
viewing pleasure.
    “ Only
a month ago, I wouldn't have been able to stand here in front of you
like this,” I told him. “It's proof that people can
change and adapt. I've adapted to what you like, and soon you'll
adapt to what I like.”
    “ If
you say so.”
    “ I
do.” I grinned at him, crawling up onto the bed and leaning
down for a chaste kiss. My nipples rubbed against his chest,
hardening from the contact. “I want you to ache with desire for
me.”
    “ I
can ache with desire for you without being tied down.”
    “ If
you keep being mouthy, I'll gag you,” I warned, wishing he
would just relax and enjoy the ride.
    “ Isn't
that what dominatrix's do to their subs anyway?”
    “ Well,
I'd much prefer your lips for kissing,” I whispered before
silencing Garret with a passionate kiss. His mouth moved hungrily
against mine, his tongue exploring with the gentleness I had come to
expect from him. As I pulled away, Garret's body moved to pursue me,
held back by the restraints. I grinned wickedly at his wanton eyes.
    One
of my hands wandered down his body, feeling the rippling of his
stomach before it came to rest on the bulge threatening to break free
from his sweatpants. “You seem to be enjoy this already,”
I teased.
    “ It's
not that bad, yet.”
    “ Yet
is always the keyword, isn't it?” I ran my index finger across
Garret's lips before crawling down his body, trailing fluttering
kisses as I worked towards his manhood.
    With
my fingers hooked around the waistband of Garret's pants, I slid them
over his erection, stopping so that his cock and balls hung over the
side. Very sexy.
    “ Mm,”
I moaned warm breath on his glans.
    Garret
wiggled beneath me, waiting for my mouth to claim him. Tonight wasn't
about him though. It was about me and my desires, and I greatly
desired to make him beg for my attention . . . or my mercy. Either
would be fine with me.
    “ I'll
be right back,” I told him as I slid off the bed.
    “ Where
are you going?” Garret's eyes were wide with fear that I would
leave him tied up