Rapine 2: Ravished by the Billionaire (The Trophy Wife)

by Charlotte Rose

  Julian does something different from our usual routine. He doesn’t cuddle me. He gets up, takes something out of a drawer set by the bed—two chain link handcuffs and two very long metal chains. He handcuffs my hands, and attaches the handcuffs to a metal chain that he attaches to the bedposts.

  “Julian what are you doing?” I expect cuddling and I’m not sure what Julian is planning on doing.

  “You trust me right?” Julian asks leaning over me as he finishes attaching the chain and moves to handcuff my feet, attaching them to a metal chain that he attaches to the bedposts. I notice the chains are long enough to allow me to walk around the master bedroom and to the master bathroom.

  “Yes, I trust you,” I murmur.

  “Then just go with it,” Julian whispers in his usual loving tone of voice. I detect the role play isn’t over just yet.

  “I’m keeping you confined to be my sex slave for the night,” Julian growls, his voice domineering and rough, again different from his usual voice.

  My inside clenches tight and even though I am so sore, my stomach pulses, ready for more. I watch as Julian unlocks the door and leaves the room without another word. Where did he go?

  I suddenly realize I have to pee, so I get up and walk over to the master bathroom. There is enough chain length for me to get there and come back. I sit on the bed, waiting for Julian. Where is he?

  There is a bottle of water on the bed stand so I take a sip. For a few quiet, lonely moments, Julian is gone and I left wondering if he is going to come back.

  The door knob turns and Julian comes back in, making sure to lock the door behind him. He shoots me a fierce gaze. “From this point forward you are to call me Master,” he commands.

  “Okay,” I murmur, recalling the ravishment agreement. I still haven’t gotten used to calling him Master, but it will come with time.

  “I didn’t hear it,” Julian growls.

  He didn’t hear what? I search my mind, which is hazy from the mind-blowing sex and the strong wine.

  “Say it!” Julian snaps. “What are you to call me?”

  “Master,” I respond quickly.

  Julian approaches me. “Get down on your hands and knees on the floor, in front of me,” he commands.

  I get down on the floor on all fours.

  “Turn around,” he instructs.

  I turn around and let him admire the view.

  “I’ve been waiting to see you on your hands and knees for a very long time,” he says, through breaths. “What a sexy view.”

  He massages my rear end for a while and smacks me hard with the palm of one hand. He massages to soothe the slap and he smacks me hard once again.

  “Ouch,” I cry out.

  He smacks me hard again.

  “Turn back around for me,” he roars.

  I turn around on my hands and knees, chained and imprisoned before him.

  “Look up at me,” he commands.

  I look up into his eyes as he stands gazing down at me on all fours. He’s blue eyes gleam through the eyes holes of the black face mask. His length is rock hard and ready for me again.

  “Put me in your mouth,” he commands.

  I hesitate, realizing the ravishment role playing has turned into a different game, the game of confinement and domination, because my hands and legs are chained to the bed and there’s no chance of escaping. I am being held hostage as his sex slave.

  Julian dislikes my hesitation. “Suck me now, bitch,” he shouts.

  I prop myself up on my knees, put Julian’s length into my mouth and bob my head up and down, in and out of my mouth. He tastes surprisingly clean and I realize he must have taken a shower when he left the room for a while.

  I pucker my mouth, moving up and down, only fitting about seven or eight inches of his length into my mouth. If I can learn how to deep throat, maybe I’ll be able to fit all ten inches of him in my mouth, but I’ve never learned the skill and never had to because Derek was only about eight inches long.

  I taste a small amount of Julian’s salty pre-cum ooze out of his tip which I swallow gladly. I suck as hard as I can like on a lollipop, getting ready to swallow all he’s got for me.

  Julian puts both hands on my head and helps me move my head faster. I suck harder and bob my head up and down along his length while he continues to guide me with his hands on my head. He thrust his hips forward and backward, fucking my mouth.

  “That’s good,” Julian says, sounding pleased. “But I want to come inside you.” He stop moving his hips and takes his hands off my head, allowing me to continue to suck him for a while.

  “Get on the bed,” he commands.

  I hear the metal chains clicking and clapping loudly as I get on the bed.

  Julian lays me down on my back, spreads my legs wide, and inserts his length inside me. He gives me hard and deep thrusts, hitting up my two spots until I feel like I am about to climax again but before I do, he switches us into another position.

  He kneels by the side of the bed, raising my legs up and over his shoulders. His length is well aligned to enter me, but he doesn’t enter me just yet.

  My entrance is tingling and twitching with longing. He plays with my clitoris for a bit, stopping just before I orgasm. I am desperate for him to enter me once more. The tension of my body is building and I feel on edge and ready to climax.

  He flicks my clitoris with his tongue, stiffening his tongue and lashing hard and fast. He sucks out all my juices into his mouth. He shoves two fingers inside me, precisely hitting my G-spot.

  “You want me to enter you?” he asks.

  “Yes,” I moan, so close to climaxing.

  “Say it!”

  “Yes! I want you inside me,” I moan.

  “I want to hear you say it. Who am I to you?” he growls

  “You’re my master!” I cry out.

  “You want me to enter you?” Julian growls low.

  “Yes Master,” I plead, my body stiff and wound up tight.

  Julian pushes his length inside me, wraps his arms around my thighs and starts bolting me with such extreme penetration that my mind goes blank and I scream at full volume, the echo of my screams blasting through the entire room and probably the entire yacht.

  I feel Julian’s body stiffen up against me just as my body tenses up tightly and we both climax at the same time, grunting and groaning loudly and not holding back anything. Julian roughly grinds his rigid length against my two spots, making sure to maximize my amazing blended orgasm. My breathing is jagged and I’m continually screaming, “Oh my God” at the top of my voice.

  I take in gasps of air and moan as I feel pulses and massive waves of pleasure enveloping my body. The sensation of my pulsating and clenching inside is enhanced by the warmth of Julian’s scorching semen shooting up against my inner walls and spreading deep inside my belly.

  Julian’s body is jerking against mine as he is emptying out every last bit of his seed within me. He slowly but firmly rocks and rolls his hips frontward and backward to thoroughly milk out everything in his sacks.

  I am breathless and twitching, recovering from the most spectacular orgasm of my life. I feel a deep ache from all the fucking. My body continues to contract and convulse. My breathing is jagged and my heart is hammering hard.

  Julian is still swaying his hips and moving inside me just as I go into a spasm, ripples of pleasure moving throughout my whole body. I feel the thick globs of Julian’s hot liquid implanted deep within me. Julian’s breathing is chaotic as his orgasm finishes and he finally stops moving and withdraws.

  I feel my peak slowly descend and become replaced by an intense feeling of relaxation. I lay there for a while, not wanting to move. I just want to lay in bliss, savoring the feeling of the best orgasm.

  Julian lifts himself up, kisses my forehead, marking the end of role play. “I love you,” he murmurs sweetly.

  “I love you too,” I say in a hush, feeling a deep ache in my inner walls and in my throat. I must have be
en really loud.

  Julian unchains me from the bed posts and takes my hands out of the handcuffs. He cuddles me tightly to him and we fall asleep in each other’s arms, rocked very gently in the yacht by the waves of the sea.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  I wake up to Julian’s warm, wet kisses on my lips and all over my face. I blink my eyes open slowly. The bright sunlight fills the room through the windows. I feel so exhausted—I had lots of fun last night.

  I smile when I see Julian’s blue eyes staring down at me with warmth and love. “How are you feeling?” he whispers.

  I fidget underneath the luxurious white silk sheets. I feel a deep aching pain inside my belly as a strong reminder of last night. “I’m so sore,” I say quietly.

  “Here is some Advil,” he hands me a pill and a bottle of water from the bed stand.

  I sit up in bed and swallow the pill with gulps of water.

  “I think I need more than an Advil after last night. I think I need an ice pack,” I rasp and smirk knowing it will stroke his ego.

  He grins, content with himself.

  He cuddles me to him and runs his fingertips up and down my back, while I lay on my side, my head resting on his chest, right underneath his chin.

  We lay for a while savoring each other’s warm bodies. The painful ache in my belly slowly fades. I hear my stomach grumble loudly with ravenous hunger.

  “Let have some breakfast on deck,” Julian says boyishly.

  Oh no. I am so not looking forward to the glares of the chef and the captain. I know I was very loud last night because my throat is still so sore and dry.

  “What are they going to think?” I say feebly.

  “They will wish they were in my position,” Julian says arrogantly.

  We get showered and dressed and head up to the aft deck for breakfast. The captain nods his head in respect toward Julian as he greets him, but the captain doesn’t even look at, or acknowledge me. What’s his problem?

  The chef has prepared us a traditional Italian breakfast along with cappuccino. We sit down to eat while the chef greets us and smiles. His lips are turned up into a mischievous grin. He definitely knows what we were up to. He eyes gleam when he gazes at me. He leaves to let us eat our breakfast in peace.

  We spend the afternoon scuba diving near Sorrento Coast and we hold hands as we admire the underwater world of the fish. Besides various colored fish, we also spot a turtle and an octopus.

  After scuba diving for hours, we have lunch, and then Julian does some fishing from our yacht while I lay out on the sun deck. The hot sun, the gentle breeze from the sea, and the rolling waves rocking the yacht work together to lull me to sleep.

  I wake up when Julian calls my name. He joins me on the sun deck and we feed each other strawberries dipped in Lindt chocolate spread while soaking up the sun and kissing.

  In the evening, we sail to Nerano and have a romantic candlelight dinner on the beach while listening to the waves crashing loudly along the coastline.

  Once we are back on the yacht, Julian and I sip on strong Italian red wine as we look up at the stars. The evening sea breeze is cold and refreshing. Julian has his arm wrapped around me, keeping me warm.

  The potent wine hits me fast and I begin tingling down below with desire for his length. I was never this interested in sex with Derek, but I am insatiable with Julian.

  I kiss Julian lustfully and moan into his mouth, hinting that I want him. He gets the message and cradle lifts me, carrying me into the master bedroom. He flings me on the bed, gets on top of me, undresses me and admires my fully naked body.

  I take off his shirt and admire his firm, bulging abs. I take off his pants and admire his thick, muscular legs. I slide off his black boxer briefs, and free his heavy length. I feel his thick shaft in my hand, throbbing for me.

  Julian kisses me violently and I kiss him back just as violently. He inserts his two fingers into me and plays with me. I moan as he hits my G-spot with his fingers. With his other hand he rubs my clitoris. He is confident and skillful with his fingers and I am quickly moaning and groaning.

  As much as it bothers me that he has slept with many other woman before me, I do appreciate his great competence in bed. I’ll take him with his past over an insecure, inexperienced man who has no clue about the female body.

  Julian’s hand is almost a blur between my legs as he rapidly rubs and hits my two spots with his fingers. I try hard to fight it, but my body takes over my mind and I lose control. My moans are fervent and produce a loud echo, definitely to be heard by the chef and the captain.

  Julian puts one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking and licking until my nipple is hard and sore. He puts the other nipple in his mouth, making me fully aroused. I feel my orgasm so close.

  It’s only been a few minutes but Julian’s fingers have me climbing higher and higher. “Oh my God,” I cry out as my body totally takes over my mind. I am screaming at the top of my lungs as a thunderous orgasm rips through my body.

  Julian removes his fingers and I lay there feeling relaxed and happy. As I begin to recover, I know it’s not over. Julian is looking at me with hungry eyes—I want to make him just as happy.

  I get him to lay down on his back and scoot down on the bed, to where his length waits eagerly for me, hard and ready. I put him in my mouth and bob my head up and down.

  I hear Julian grunt in approval as I bob my head faster and faster up and down, my entire mouth engulfing about half of his length.

  I decide I want to try and put his full length in my mouth to make him happy. I push his length deeper and deeper into my mouth, down my throat.

  “Glagh, glurk,” my throat gargles as I try and force myself to take his long, wide shaft down my throat. Again and again, the sound my throat makes tells me he is way too big for my mouth. My gag reflex isn’t properly trained. It will take me a while before I can accept him down my throat.

  Julian grunts, obviously pleased with my efforts to make him happy. I continue to try and fight my throat’s reaction to his length, but my throat refuses and I have to pull him out of my mouth for a moment.

  Julian does not seem to mind. He raises himself up, turns me around in doggie position, and teases my entrance with his length. I release moisture for him as I prepare for him to enter me.

  He rubs his entire length along my entrance, moving up and down, but not entering me just yet. I get dripping wet with arousal as I feel the hardness of his length, sliding along my entrance and rubbing against my clitoris.

  He finally slides his length inside me. My eyes close as I relish the feeling of fullness. I use my inner muscles to squeeze his length to make it feel good for him.

  “Tell me what I am to you,” Julian demands, pulling out of me for a moment to allow me to respond.

  “You’re my master,” I cry out.

  “You want me to fuck me and use you?” Julian asks.

  “Yes fuck me and use me,” I reply, fully aroused. It turns me on to have my body used for Julian’s sexual pleasure.

  Julian slides inside me until he is rooted deep inside me. I feel my inner walls clench around his ten inch length, relishing the fullness of him completely imbedded inside me.

  Julian increases the speed with each inward thrust, plunging in and out of me. He grips all my hair in his hand and pulls hard as he jams his hips into me, fucking me with long, hard strokes. I feel pain at my scalp as Julian pulls my hair toward him, sending my head flying back.

  Julian rams into me with all his strength and I cry out in pain. He stills for a moment to let the pain pass, and he begins moving again. He increases the speed until he is furiously pumping into me. Julian is really giving it to me. He has a solid grip of my hair as he pounds into me as hard as he can.

  I am in a state of great pain and arousal but I don’t want to tell him to stop. The pain vibrates through me and slowly begins to fade, replaced by the pleasure of my two spots being rubbed briskly.

  "Oh yes. Faster, harder!” I
suddenly cry out, no longer in control of what comes out of my mouth, my body is fully aroused and on the brink of a climax. I need more of his length to give me that climax that is so close.

  “Oh yes, oh—” my moans are suddenly cut short when he pulls out of my dripping wet inside, leaving me gasping and empty. I groan with frustration. What is he doing? I was so close to climaxing. He needs to give me what I want. I am raging with desire, a burning need for his length.

  I turn my head around to see Julian reaching for something in the drawer by the bed. I am waiting for him to enter me again, torn between annoyance and intense arousal.

  “I’d like to use this on you,” Julian says, showing me a box, still taped shut, unopened. He rips the top open to reveal an eight inch pink vibrator. “I bought it not too long ago to use on you.”

  “Yes,” I moan, ready for something new and wanting to reach my climax.

  “Then first I will tie you up,” Julian growls, his eyes flashing wickedly.

  He reaches for some rough rope and a ball gag from the drawer.

  “Do you trust me?” Julian asks, examining my face.

  “Yes, I do,” I murmur.

  “I will tie you up and fuck you. Are you ready?” Julian is breathing heavy, obviously wanting to enter me again.

  “Yes, fuck me,” I respond, my inside wanting to be filled again.

  Julian positions me in piledriver position, binds one wrist to one ankle and the other wrist to the other ankle. I am now permanently bound into piledriver position. He puts the ball gag into my mouth. I feel completely helpless and totally exposed with my entrance stuck up and out for him and the ball gag in my mouth.

  He stands over me with his back toward me and lowers himself, sliding deep into my entrance in one hard stroke. I let out a series of screams, but the ball gag turns my screams into muffled yelps. He is hammering in and out and I feel his length brutally stretching me out.

  He withdraws and turns around to face me. I watch with astonishment as he stands right over me and he shoves his massive ten inch length inside me in one hard stroke. Holy fuck, his cock is huge. Where does it all go? He is drilling it into me, moving at a beastly rhythm. He groans above me, hammering hard and fast as he watches my face.