Billionaire Bondage: My Billionaire Boss, Part 3 (A BDSM Erotic Romance) Read Online Free PDF

was magnified. The slight rasp of his shirt sleeve. The feeling of his hand around my throat. The thudding of my heart.
    "Yes, sir," I said, feeling my pussy grow wet and hot.
    "It's time for bed then. We'll begin tomorrow."
    He took my hand and led me out of the dungeon. My body was humming like a vibrator turned on low and when he kissed me chastely on the cheek at the door of the guest bedroom just the feeling of his lips nearly made me come right there.
    He stalked off down the corridor and I closed the door, telling myself that I needed to sleep and not chase him down the corridor and throw myself at him.
    I slid into bed, feeling the soft sheets against my body and tried to process what had just happened. I'd heard a noise. It was Mr. Stone. I'd ... I'd seduced him by stripping off in front of him. He'd lost control and pushed me over the sofa. There was a dungeon. There was him.
    It all mixed into a warm blur and I found myself smiling as I drifted off to sleep.
    *
    I awoke in the morning and for a few minutes lay in bed wrapped in a warm cocoon. The heavy curtains were open and the storm that had driven us to Mr. Stone's mansion had vanished, l eaving a perfect blue sky in its place.
    I stretched and sighed, happiness bubbling up from within me. It had been a night of broken sleep but I felt refreshed. Rejuvenated.
    A killer orgasm will do that to a girl I thought and then smiled at the memory. Mr. Stone sitting by the fire, his face lit only by the embers' glow.
    And me, suddenly brave enough to seduce him by pressing a dot of charcoal on my robe. What had come over me? The memory of the night was vivid but it felt like some other side of me had taken over. A Delilah who took risks. A Delilah who wanted to change herself. A Delilah who would submit.
    I slid out of bed and saw that my robe from last night was folded neatly on the polished trunk at the foot of the bed. There was also an pale gold envelope with Delilah written on the front.
    I picked up the envelope and caught the faint scent of Mr. Stone. His aftershave plus that indefinable masculine scent. I raised the envelope to my lips and breathed in. For a moment I saw last night again, the images and feelings flooding through me so strongly I had to grip the bedpost to stop myself f alling over. I shook myself and opened the envelope.
    Shower, then breakfast downstairs in the kitchen. Commands to follow.
    It wasn't signed but I recognized Mr. Stone's handwriting. I could almost imagine him instructing me , watching me with his cool blue-green eyes.
    I kissed the note and then dropped it on the bed before heading in to the shower. Mr. Stone had given me commands and I intended to follow them.
    *
    I dried myself with a thick towel that was both rough and soft at the same time. I was feeling a little overwhelmed and if I thought the shower would cool me down I was wrong.
    I didn't even know Gucci made soap!
    In the shower there were oils and soaps and bottles and once more I had that feeling that just the shampoo would be half my rent. How could I fit in here, surrounded by such ridiculous wealth?
    My soap at home didn't even have a brand, let alone an entire fashion line. I caught sight of my worried face in the mirror and tried smiling at myself as I brushed by teeth. He's just a man, I told myself and then mentally added who is a billionaire dom who wants you and runs the company that ruined your home town .
    I finished up, spitting what was probably thirty bucks of toothpaste into the marble sink and then stood there looking at myself. Should I just make some excuse and leave? My hand strayed behind me. My ass was still slightly tender from the spanking Mr. Stone had given me last night.
    I could leave I told myself. Walk down the driveway. Find a bus. Take that bus to another bus. End up in my tiny apartment. Spend the night alone...
    "Don't forget why you're here," I said to myself and went to find some clothes.
    *
    I padded down the hallway wearing a thick