Billionaire Black: My Billionaire Boss, Part 4 (A BDSM Erotic Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page A

Once," he said and swallowed the rest of the scotch before depositing the glass in the hands of a waiter who appeared from nowhere.
    "So many questions," he murmured and stroked his fingers down my back. His voice was soft and he was almost smiling but I could feel the hard edge under it. Question time was over. I sipped my white wine and missed his hand slipping into his pocket. The vibration started and I clenched the stem of my wine glass, holding on for dear life. I managed to gulp down the wine and set the glass down on the bar before I had to step into Mr. Stone and grab on to him. I simply couldn't hold back any more. I squeezed my eyes shut, tried to hold my breath, clenched my hands but nothing worked. Mr. Stone smiled down at me, his eyes absorbing. He pulled me closer and kissed my cheek.
    "Come now, little slave," he whispered.
    His words were like the switch in his pocket. I came, shuddering and shaking against him, unable to even hold myself up. The vibration hit a crescendo and then vanished, leaving me trembling in his arms. I felt his hard cock pressing up against me and wanted it inside me. I managed to compose myself, even as I felt ripples of pleasure still flowing through me.
    "Are you always so obedient?" he murmured to me.
    "No sir," I said.
    I felt his arms tighten around me, pulling me closer.
    "I want you now," he whispered. He suddenly stepped away, holding me by the hand and begun pulling me through the crowd. I followed as well as I could but he moved so quickly I was nearly wrenched off my feet. We practically ran up the stairs, moving so fast I couldn't see if anyone was watching us. As soon as we turned the corner of the corridor leading to his study, he turned and pulled me to him.
    "You went into my office without permission," he said, his hand stroking down the curve of my back and lightly brushing across my ass.
    "I was going to fuck you, sir," I answered, twisting his shirt in my hand.
    He smacked me on the ass and before I could say anything else, hauled me down the corridor by the arm. I felt like I was being arrested. He hustled me through his study and through the door that was hidden in the wall. A moment later and he used the small black key to open the dungeon door and pulled me inside.
    As the indirect lights came on, he dragge d me across to a small wooden platform. I stepped up on it without him instructing me to.
    "Put your hands up," he said, his voice dark .
    I raised my arms above my head . Mr. Stone stepped closer to me and then ran his hands down my body. Suddenly he tore my dress, splitting it down the middle. The thin straps split in his hands and soon my ridiculously expensive dress was a pile of material on the ground, leaving me topless in the vibrating underwear I couldn't remove and my super high heels.
    He reached up above me. I looked up and saw Mr. Stone clamp my wrists in leather restraints lined with wool. They were connected to a thick silver chain that hung from a solid wooden beam. Once my arms were restrained, he again stroked his hands down my body, the tips of his fingers lightly brushing my nipples and causing me to moan.
    "Quiet," he said and swatted me on the ass.
    He stepped away from me and pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket. He tapped the screen and the low vibration started again. I was already sensitive from the last orgasm and so even this made my mind go blank. I managed to keep my mouth shut however and my sighs bottled up inside me.
    Mr. Stone watched me for a moment as I held his gaze. His eyes were dark pools of blue-green and he looked like he wanted to consume me.
    "Technology," he said and winked at me before tapping his phone again.
    The vibration kicked up a notch and I nearly squealed at the feeling pushing through me. Then I felt my platform move. I thought it was just a wooden step but it was actually built into the ground. As it slowly sank I heard the chain above me move. I was soon on tip-toe, my arms stretched above me. The