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

slowly to face him. He had tucked my skirt into its own waistband somehow, so my ass was still exposed to the air as I stood there, tears trickling down my face slowly. He smiled, reaching up and wiping them away with careful, strong fingers. “I believe you are quite sorry for failing to anticipate my desires, aren’t you, Jasmine?” I nodded, unable to form words, my whole body wracked with pain and pleasure that made thinking almost impossible. “Say it, please.” I shook my head slightly to clear it, licking my lips.
     
    “I’m very sorry I failed to anticipate your desires,” I said, my voice quavering. Randall smiled at my response and leaned in to kiss me briefly on the lips. He caressed my sensitive breasts, and I made a noise against his lips, torn between arching into his feather-light touch and retreating from the renewed sensation I couldn’t quite handle.
     
    “Your poor nipples must be in agony, aren’t they?” He murmured, and I nodded, unable to summon words. I moaned with relief when Randall’s fingers quickly released the clothespins, taking them off and setting them aside. He rubbed my breasts slowly, squeezing them lightly and sending renewed waves of pleasure and pain through me. “Is that better, my dear?” he asked with almost mocking solicitude. I nodded again, moaning as the pleasure overtook the pain. “You know, when you’re hurt you’re supposed to put ice on the injury…” He suggested, stepping back from me and reaching for his nearly empty drink. My eyes widened as I realized what he was about to do, but I was too stunned, too locked into my state of arousal to say anything as he fished a few ice cubes out of the liquid, slipping them past his lips. I started to sigh with relief, thinking that it was a taunt.
     
    Randall stepped in close to me again and brought one of my nipples up to his mouth, pressing the ice against it as he sucked and licked the sensitized nub. I cried out, the heat of his mouth and the deep chill of the ice shocking me with sensations I had never experienced before. “Oh—oh God, oh please…. Oh yes…” I was moaning and arching into his mouth. He pulled away to refresh the ice before switching to my other nipple, somehow soothing and abusing my breast at the same time. I could barely feel the tingling heat lingering on my ass cheeks; my whole mind was centered on the sucking, licking, hot and cold that attacked my nipples. I had no idea if I was whispering or screaming.  I was writhing with the sensations, a slave to the way that Randall was treating my body, wanting more and ready to plead for it to end; I thought irrelevantly that I could come at any moment just from what he’d already done to me. I didn’t know how much longer I could possibly remain upright; nothing in my body other than my pussy, my ass, and my breasts seemed to be functioning—but those parts were functioning on high alert.
     
    I staggered when Randall pulled away, standing back from me and leaving me vulnerable and reeling. “Is that better, my dear?” He asked me, and I nodded, panting and struggling to maintain some kind of equilibrium. Our encounter the previous evening had done nothing to prepare me for this onslaught, even if he had tortured my breasts and tied me to a filing cabinet. “I want to hear you thank me, Jasmine. And when you’re all bound up like this, I think it’s only appropriate to call me ‘Sir.’” I licked my dry lips, summoning enough willpower to be able to speak.
     
    “Thank you very much for treating my nipples, Sir,” I said, blushing from my face to my chest. I had never been so thoroughly dominated by anyone in my life; I was surprised to find how much I liked it, how thoroughly aroused I was by Randall’s assaults and commands.
     
    “Very good, my dear,” Randall said, smiling broadly. “Would you like to show me how grateful you are?” I nodded eagerly, wanting more than anything to get my hands on Randall. I thought