Sexy Just Got Rich: Brit Babes Do Billionaires

by Lexie Bay, Victoria Blisse, Natalie Dae, Harlem Dae, Lucy Felthouse, K D Grace, Lily Harlem, Kay Jaybee, Tabitha Rayne

  As it squeezed shut, hard, harder, harder still, she closed her eyes and arched her neck. Gave into the sweet torment. Just when she thought it was at maximum pressure, it gave some more and she gasped.

  “That’s it, you’re doing so well,” he said.

  She kept her eyes shut as he toyed with her left nipple then attached the clamp’s twin.

  Within her shoes she curled her toes. She gripped the arms of the chair. Damn, the clamps were tight today.

  She breathed out, long and low, sucked air back in, calm and steady. Just a few seconds of adjustment, that’s all that was needed. She could do it.

  His lips were on hers, kissing her sweetly, giving the distraction she needed to get through this first bite of pain.

  Marie concentrated on his mouth, moved hers in time his, traced her tongue over his bottom lip and allowed the pain to settle into a layer of tranquillity.

  “You look so beautiful with the clamps on,” he whispered, “your beautiful breasts adore them.”

  “Yes,” she managed. “More.”

  “Oh yes,” he said.

  She felt him smile as he kissed over to her ear.

  “There’s always more.” His words were loud yet soft as they trickled into her mind.

  He pulled back and settled between her legs.

  Marie wondered what was coming next but happy to wait and see. She had the first two tiers of sensation covered now, strapped down, and a hum of pain. The combination had already lifted her to a pleasant, floaty level where only Taylor and sensation existed.

  “Eat,” he said, holding a strawberry to her mouth.

  She bit into it. The juice burst over her tongue, the flavour seemingly heightened because all her other senses were.

  He smiled and set down the stalk. He took a strawberry for himself and Marie watched him chew then swallow.

  He then gave her another sip of champagne and helped himself to some.

  As he set down his glass, a turn of excitement caught on Marie’s belly. She had a feeling the main course was about to start.

  “I love this red,” he said, tracing his finger over the lacy waistband of her knickers. “It suits you.”

  “I’m glad. I bought it for you. I wanted to please you.”

  “I appreciate it very much.” He nodded seriously and slipped his finger lower, to her pussy. He rubbed over her labia, feeling her soft shape through the material.

  A fleeting expression of surprise crossed his face. Marie tensed her legs and jerked her binds. Through the panties he’d noticed her absolute lack of hair.

  “I’ll have to buy you another pair,” he said, his voice lower than before. His nostrils flared as he pulled in a sharp breath.

  “You don’t have to…”

  He plucked a pair of scissors from his bag. “I’m afraid I do.” He slotted the scissors under the material at her left hip and snipped.

  “But…?” she said, turned on but also mourning the sight of her expensive underwear being shredded.

  He repeated the action on the right side then, with a flourish, drew her now wrecked panties away from her. He tossed them over his shoulder and they hit the window before falling to the floor.

  “Fuck,” he said breathily, looking at her bare pussy spread before him.

  Marie leaned forwards; the nipple clamps dragged and she groaned and sat back.

  “Best birthday present ever,” he said, staring at her plump bald lips, her folds and entrance, and her clit peeking out.

  He slipped his hands beneath her ass and tugged, pulling her to the edge of the chair. “You should rest back and enjoy,” he said, licking his lips. “I may be some time down here.”

  Marie couldn’t help the groan of lust and delight that bubbled up from her chest. He could stay down there as long as he wanted, as long as he didn’t deny her pleasure from his ministrations. She wanted to come over and over on his tongue, on his face.

  He ran his hands up her legs, over her hips to her belly then smoothed over her soft skin. He began to trace her pussy as though fascinated, as if seeing it for the first time.

  She relished every touch and adored watching his face as he explored and fingered her. Blood was rushing to her lower lips and she was swelling for him, the need for more, as always, growing.

  He looked up after a minute, checked her face then the clamps. Apparently satisfied all was well, he continued to touch her intimate folds. He peeked his finger into her entrance, just a little way, just a teasing amount.

  She stifled a groan and bit on her lip, knowing she shouldn’t ask for anything now but just take what he gave her.

  His caress travelled lower, over her anus.

  She twitched.

  “Shh…” he said. “You know I want it all, right.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Excitement bolted through her. She loved anal play. Taylor had taken a long time to add it to their repertoire, almost as if he held it sacred somehow, but now that they’d started it had taken a starring role in their scenes for the last month.

  He reached into his bag. “You’re not the only one who has been shopping.” He held up a conical butt plug. Like the nipple clamps, it was gold and on the end, the bit that stayed outside the body, there was a large diamond-like jewel.

  “It’s big…” Marie managed, staring unblinking at it.

  “It’s average size,” he said a little sternly. “Not even as big as my dick and you take that okay.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He raised his eyebrows a fraction. Silently checking the way the scene was going suited her.

  “Yes, Sir, it will be perfect, Sir,” Marie said.

  “Hold it while I prepare you,” he said.

  Marie was forced to release the arm of the chair to hold the long, tapered end of the plug in her fist. It was cool and solid and she could barely imagine how something so alien would feel inside her. He was right, though, she could take his dick in her ass just fine, but this…this was different.

  But if her Master said it would be okay, that it would be fine, then it would be. She trusted him.

  Taylor retrieved lube from his bag and coated the tips of his fingers on his right hand. He leaned forward again, between her legs, and licked over and around her clit.

  Marie moaned and resisted squirming. She pressed her legs against the chair.

  Cool washed over her anus, and as he continued to lave at her clit, she was aware of him smoothing over the tight wrinkles of skin around her most private hole and testing the give at the centre. She willed her muscles to relax, and when she did she felt the tip of his finger enter her there.

  “Mmm…” she released a part whimper, part sigh.

  He pushed in some more.

  Her sphincter clamped around his first knuckle. It was such a strange sensation but oh so right. So intimate yet so forbidden. Dark but light, hot but cool.

  Still he worked her clit, building up the pressure just the way he knew she liked.

  He entered her back passage further then added another finger.

  She jerked her legs, but the chair stayed solid, not moving under her weight and with Taylor also pinning her down.

  “Oh…” she moaned, concentrating on the bliss growing in her clit. Her jerk had also bounced her breasts, pulling on the clamps and sending white-hot fingers of pain over her chest and shoulders. She had so much going on and it was all utterly thrilling. “Oh, yes…”

  He withdrew his fingers and she was aware of the plug being taken from her hand. She’d been holding it tight and he had to prise it free.

  She tipped her head to the ceiling, gripped the chair and angled her pelvis so Taylor had maximum access. She shifted her legs again, enjoying the bound feeling, and waited for what was coming.

  “That’s my perfect sub,” he said calmly. “All surrendered and wet and wanting. You’re going to be well rewarded for your submission. All you have to do is relax, my beautiful girl.”

  As he’d spoken he’d touched
the point of the plug to her asshole.

  Marie held her breath and forced her lower muscles to release tension. She could do this.

  He slid in more, stretching her delicate tissue.

  “Ahh…” she said, panting.

  “It’s okay, I’ve got you,” he said, dropping small kisses over her clit and reminding her of her need to come in the near future.

  On and on he pushed, inserting the plug higher and higher.

  The burn of her pucker widening added more depth to Marie’s high state and she lost herself in it, letting the pain wend and wind with her nipple ache.

  “Please…” she murmured. “More…”

  She wasn’t sure what she needed more of, but Taylor knew. He upped the speed on her clit and pressed the plug into her until the base popped in.

  “Ahh…ahh…”

  He added his fingers to her pussy, expertly massaging her G-spot, and rotated his tongue around her clit.

  Marie bucked and fought her binds. It was all so much, too much. He was going to make her come so fast, so hard. Her ass was full, her pussy clenching and soaking, and her clit had no escape.

  “I’m going to come,” she gasped, opening her eyes and staring down at him.

  Taylor’s nose rubbed her bare mound, the pinkness of his tongue peeking out as he bashed it against her clit. His shoulders, so wide between her legs, shifted as he finger-fucked her.

  He didn’t tell her not to orgasm so she let the feeling overtake her and allowed the point of no return to arrive.

  When he reached up with his free hand and flicked the right nipple clamp, she toppled into ecstasy. She tensed, spasmed, rocked onto his hand and mouth. This time she did move the chair but only an inch, the scrape of the legs on the floor mixing with the whoosh of her pulse beating in her ears.

  On and on he stimulated her. Filling her pussy that was contracting wildly and flicking over her clit which was hard and exposed.

  “Oh, God, enough, please, Sir,” she whimpered as sensation overload attacked her. She stared out of the window at New York still going about its business.

  He took mercy and slowed his ministration on her clit and slipped from her pussy. The butt plug stayed lodged high and secure.

  “Fuck,” he said, looking up at her.

  His face was flushed and his mouth coated in her juice. He was breathing hard, almost as fast as her. There was a flash of desperation in his eyes.

  “Fuck,” he said again, standing and pushing at the waistband of his sweats. His erect cock sprung out and he grabbed it and began to jerk, root to tip.

  He placed one hand on the back of the chair, behind her head and dropped his mouth to hers, kissing her hard and furiously.

  She was struggling to catch her breath but kissed him back with vigour, loving that he was so turned on by making her come. She could taste herself and the scent of her pussy filled her nose. The sound of friction, flesh on flesh rang through the air; the sound of him pleasuring himself.

  “Ah yeah…” he gasped, pulling back from the kiss and looking at his cock.

  It was beet red, the slit was expanding and his hand a blur as he worked to climax.

  A long, low guttural groan rumbled from his chest as the first spurt of semen jetted from the end of his dick and landed on Marie’s right breast, covering the nipple clamp’s pincer.

  “Bloody hell…” he groaned, angling his cock at her left breast and spraying that with his next pulse of release. “That’s it…”

  Marie released the chair and spread the cum over her chest, rubbing it in and around her cleavage.

  He let out an appreciative moan as a final shot of pearly liquid dropped onto her sternum. He kissed her again, his breaths fast against her cheek and his tongue probing deep and hard the way his cock did when he fucked her.

  Marie had never felt so secure, so adored—it was the way he always made her feel. What would she do when he’d gone? When his empire took him somewhere else on the globe?

  She shut her eyes and refused to think of that. She had to live for the here and now. This moment.

  Chapter Four

  Eventually, after a long, languid kiss that allowed them both to catch their breaths, Taylor lifted. He kept his hands on the arms of the chairs and stared down at her clamped, cum-stained chest. Her skin, no longer pale, was blotched red and her nipples dark. The semen had stared to dry, flaking at the edges.

  “We should take these off,” he said, nodding at the clamps.

  Marie squirmed, and as she did so, remembered the plug. So that was staying in, was it? But she didn’t have time to ponder further on that because Taylor removed the right clamp.

  “Oh fuck,” she gasped, bolting forwards in the chair. Taking the clamps off hurt more than putting them on—the return of blood and the pins and needles effect was a rush but also a hit.

  Quickly he ducked and took her agonised nipple into his mouth. He sucked and kissed, replacing the pain with a new sensation.

  She winced then sighed as she ran her hand over his hair and marvelled at how he always knew what she needed.

  He did the same with the other clamp then treated her to more lingering nipple kissing.

  She stroked over his ears, tracing the shell of them, then down his nape. It was okay to touch him now. She didn’t need permission. So much of their scenes were instinctual, the mood ebbed and flowed and luckily they both caught the same waves.

  She’d never been more in tune with another person as she was with this man, who’d walked into her life and turned it upside down with one touch, one fuck, one kiss. Would she ever be the same again?

  “Time to move this on,” he said, unravelling the ropes from around her legs.

  “Yes,” she said, enjoying the feel of cool washing over her hot pussy as he moved and shifted, disturbing the air. She was satisfied, exhausted, but if he was going to push her further she’d let him. They had all evening until he called her a cab to take her home.

  When her legs were free he rubbed them soothingly, ankle to knee, easing away the lingering feeling of the ropes that had left small indents. He kissed her knees then straightened her left leg. Gently, he removed her shoe and massaged her foot, into the arch and around her heel.

  Marie sat quiet and still, enjoying watching him, enjoying his touch.

  He repeated the action with her right foot then stood and pulled her up by her hands.

  “How does it feel?” he asked.

  She knew what he was referring to—the butt plug. “Okay… I mean, I know it’s there.” She shifted her hips and was aware of it rolling slightly inside her, pressing against her front wall. She sucked in a small breath.

  He raised his eyebrows.

  “Fine,” she said, smiling. She wanted to reassure him, please him.

  “Good, because if at any time—”

  “I know the safe word.” She’d interrupted him. She shouldn’t have done that, interrupted. But it was too late now. She’d done it.

  “Oh dear,” he said, a wide grin spreading on his face and sending creases darting from the corners of his eyes. “I do believe I have a reason to pink up your sweet ass. You know interrupting isn’t allowed.”

  Marie swallowed. She hadn’t been disobedient on purpose, she’d just wanted him to know she remembered their safe word—London Bridge.

  But the ass pinking, well, she had a feeling that would have happened whether she’d been out of line or not.

  “I’m sorry, Sir,” she said, lowering her eyes.

  He ran his fingers into her hair, just above her ears, filling his hands with her wild curls. “I know you’re sorry,” he whispered onto her lips. “But I also know you’ll enjoy your flogging.”

  Flogging. Damn, she loved the flogger.

  Suddenly he scooped her into his arms.

  She went to struggle, always self-conscious of her weight when he did that. Surely he’d hurt his back?

  “Marie,” he said sternly and frowned at her.

 
She stilled and clenched her ass around the plug, which had shifted again in this new position. She bit on her bottom lip, he’d told her before that she wasn’t heavy for him to carry, that she was perfect in his arms like this and she mustn’t worry.

  She looped her hands around his neck and clasped her fingers. Lowered her gaze to the round collar on his t-shirt.

  Apparently satisfied that she wasn’t going to speak about her weight, he strode towards the master bedroom. The door was open but he back-kicked it shut with a slam.

  The loud, sharp noise thrilled Marie. They were locked in here together now. Anything could happen—all sorts of things would happen.

  He walked to the bed and gently lowered her.

  “Turn on your front,” he said, rolling her over as he spoke—one hand on her shoulder, the other on her upper leg.

  She went happily, baring her naked behind to him and letting the cool, silky sheets caress her tender nipples and naked mound. The plug in her ass moved again, creating yet more new, deep sensations, and she sighed and closed her eyes. He’d been right, it did feel amazing to be so full back there while she was so turned on.

  “Arms up,” he said, his breath washing over her shoulders.

  She did as he’d asked, stretching her hands above her head.

  He wound a length of rope around her wrists, binding them together so that the heels of her hands were pressed into each other. Her elbows were tugged straight as he pulled the rope up and around the metal slats on the headboard.

  He took his time, knotting and winding, making sure it was just right.

  Marie lay there, her arms moving slightly as he worked, and enjoyed the swish of the rope on the sheets and the odd creak the metal gave as he tugged the knots tight.

  When finished he lifted from her.

  She sensed he was staring at her, taking in the sight of her body laid out before him, trapped and willing to take whatever he decided to give her. She spread her legs a little, so that she was sure he’d be able to see the sparkling, jewelled end of the plug poking out from between her cheeks.

  “Mmm,” he said, “such a temptress.”

  Marie kept her eyes shut but smiled into the pillow, her cheek bunching on the mattress. Yes she wanted to tempt him. She wanted to tempt him so much he’d stay on in New York for months, years, forever, and play with her every Friday. Not just Friday but every day of the week.