Free Billionaire's Pet 2 (BDSM, Domination and Submission Erotic Romance) by Christa Wick Page B

she had. Her fingers twitched with the need to explore the slitted panel along her crotch, to see how much pressure it took to part the leather and explore her pussy.
    Not her pussy, Katelyn reminded herself. Griffin's pussy -- for the week at least. If she was going to stay, she couldn't touch it without his permission, couldn't come without his permission. With a soft groan, she brought her hands up to tease her breasts and pluck at their painfully swollen tips in search of relief. Tugging the aching nipples, her hips jerked forward.
    Fuck…oh, god...don't come...not allowed...mustn't
    Snatching her hands away from her breasts, Katelyn released a shaky breath and turned to the nightstand. Bending down, she retrieved the lid, her movement slowing as she noticed how much tissue remained in the box.
    Peeling back the layers of paper, Katelyn saw a hint of leather. Old leather but well oiled. Inset within a broad strap was a ruby, a golden grommet holding it in place. She pushed a little more tissue to the side, exposing the straps' edges and another precious stone.
    She wrapped her hand around it and lifted. The leather wrist restraints triggered a six-month-old memory of the last auction at Alstrom's she had attended. It had been right before the charity she worked for exploded with a scandal of embezzled funds and coked up sex parties. Only the director had been involved in that shit storm, but his behavior had tainted everyone working for him. Of the dozen people she worked with, only two had landed somewhere else and only at an entry level position.
    Lifting the restraints from the box, she slowly examined them. Their donation, along with several other items in the deceased collector's gift, had caused a bit of a stir. The auction at Alstrom's had been carried out through a closed circuit broadcast -- the bidders unknown to anyone but the auction house. Dan -- the bastardly director who had fucked everyone over -- had conned Katelyn into assisting the auction master by wearing the restraints, accurately guessing that seeing a pretty girl in them would fuel a bidding war. She'd been uncomfortable in front of the camera -- both because it had been so long since she'd had so many eyes focused on her (no matter how hidden the audience) and because of the restraints around her wrists and the auction master's questions that grew bolder as the bids rose higher.
    She had managed to block the auction's details from her memory until now. Sensations she had denied taunted her, magnifying as her body resonated with fresher memories. Her on the bed, the impact of Griffin's palm still stinging her ass while his fingers explored her wet interior. Her promise to be a good pet and her mewling pleas that he allow her to come.
    All along, he knew the restraints were in the box. Did he know that she had once worn them?
    Suppressing the question, she continued to study his gift. A gold chain had replaced the brass one sold at auction. Opening one cuff, she saw that a new fabric lining had been stitched in. She flattened the leather, her gaze soaking in the calming champagne-colored silk as she slowly tracked the gold embroidered lettering at its center.
    Katelyn.
    Dropping the restraints, Katelyn staggered. Her leg brushed the side of the bed and she collapsed onto it, her heart refusing to slow or soften its rapid, pounding beat against the back of her sternum. He had to have known about the auction and her connection to them -- that was the source of their power to sway her completely on the contract. But when and how had he pieced together her identity with that of the girl standing at the auctioneer's podium? Less than two days had passed since she stood outside his private garden. Was it possible that he had found someone to stitch her name in the silk and attach the lining to the leather with such craftsmanship in so little time?
    The bedroom door swung inward, the light from the hall silhouetting Griffin's long, lean frame. Black silk