Free An Heir For The Billionaire: His Every Command (Part One) (A BDSM And Domination Erotic Romance Novelette) (2nd Edition) by Bethany Rousseau

out—lord knows I don’t need a scandal.” He smiled slightly, looking down at my breasts, barely covered by my bra. “You chose white this time. Very interesting.” He reached up and cupped my breasts through my bra, squeezing them until my nipples hardened against his palms. I moaned lowly, his attentions sending a rush of pleasure through my body, an echo of the abuse he had dealt out the night before. I was still a little tender from his attentions.
     
    Randall leaned in and kissed me hungrily, probing my mouth with his tongue and holding me tightly against him for a long moment—so tightly that I could feel his cock stirring in his pants. When he released me, I reached out to touch the growing bulge, but he walked away from me before I could, returning to the opened drawer. I felt excitement stirring inside of me, not just at the obvious prospect of another tryst, but curiosity at what it was he wanted from the drawer. What did a CEO of an enormously wealthy company keep in a desk drawer that could be of use to him in a sexual interlude?
    Whatever it was, he took it out carefully, keeping it concealed as he put it into his pocket, smiling to himself. “I believe I already told you that you need not fear making noise—I won’t ask you to remain silent. But I must punish you for the fact that you set yourself up to tempt me without being completely prepared. You understand, don’t you Jasmine?” I nodded, wanting to know just what form my punishment would take this time, breathless and waiting. My pussy was starting to get wetter by the second, my muscles tightening with desire. I remembered Randall’s thick, hard cock from the night before, and anything that brought me closer to feeling it inside of me again was something I was more than happy to participate in.
     
    Randall unhooked my bra, pulling it away and letting it slide down my arm to fall against the desk where my wrist was trapped. He pinched my nipples lightly and I moaned; it was not nearly as brutal as he had been the night before, and I let myself be lulled as he slowly rolled the sensitive nubs between his fingers, sending little jolts of pure pleasure through my body. I closed my eyes, arching into his touches, in a haze of increasing arousal. I was utterly unprepared for the sensation of something closing on my right nipple, the sharp pressure of something much less pleasant than Randall’s fingers. I opened my eyes as I gasped at the shock, looking down instinctively; a clothespin was attached to my nipple, sending waves of tingling agony from it straight to my pussy—in spite of the torment, I felt myself becoming soaking wet, the pain somehow laced with pleasure at the same time. I was so shocked by the change that I didn’t interfere or even notice that Randall was moving again until my left nipple was trapped in a matching clothespin.
     
    I was panting, whimpering slightly from the pain and reeling from the accompanying pleasure. I looked from my breasts to Randall, who was watching me squirm. I reached up with my free hand, instinctively, and Randall slapped it down, shaking his head. “You agreed to be punished, Jasmine,” he reminded me firmly, his eyes darkening with lust. I swallowed against my suddenly dry throat, trying to still my breathing. I nodded, clenching my hands into fists to fight the urge to struggle, to try and release my breasts from the agony. Randall seemed to enjoy my pain, watching me with a little smile on his face. “You know,” he told me conversationally, caressing the skin around my nipples lightly, sending thrills of conflicting sensations through me. “At my home, I have actual nipple clamps that have bells on them. Perhaps sometime it would be nice to see you wearing those—hearing the bells every time you moved.” I took deep breaths, suppressing the whimpering noises that were trying to climb up through my throat.
     
    “That would be nice,” I agreed, wanting to do whatever it would take to