The Billionaire's Pet

by Loki Renard

  “You tricked me? This whole thing is a trap?”

  “Hardly,” he smiled, helping her step out of her dress. “The embassy does not put on entire soirées to help jilted lovers reconnect.”

  “You know what I mean,” Ellie accused. “How did you know I was in Paris? Why did you…”

  “Here’s what I knew, pet,” he said, sliding his arms around her waist. “I knew you were hurt and sad and alone. I knew you needed some time to decide what you wanted. And I knew that if you didn’t want me, you’d let me know. So,” he said, lowering his head so his lips were almost touching hers, “do you want me, Ellie?”

  Swept up in the intensity of the moment, drinking in his scent and the feeling of his hard body pressed against hers, there was only one answer Ellie could give. Only one answer she could ever have given.

  “Yes.” She whispered the word softly, almost inaudibly.

  His lips closed the distance between them and pressed against hers with a demanding, fierce passion that drove all lingering uncertainty out of her mind. Business be damned. Past be damned. She wanted this man with everything she had.

  The kiss signaled an unleashing of desire, a final crack in the dam of propriety. Ellie was not sure if she pulled his shirt asunder first, or if it was he who unzipped her dress, but seconds later they were tearing one another out of their clothing, hands, lips, tongues on one another’s skin and mouths, tasting, suckling, reuniting. Ellie was consumed by Daniel, his hunger for her entirely ravenous. His palms were on her ass cheeks, holding her aloft. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he thrust himself inside her, his cock branding the depths of her cunt with hard, fast thrusts.

  She welcomed every one of them, wrapping herself around him with sybaritic glee. Every few dozen thrusts he took a step toward the bed until he was standing beside it. He pulled her writhing body from his cock and tossed her down on the exquisite coverlet, the naked length of his body covering hers as he claimed her mouth in a passionate kiss and thrust back inside her. She was positioned somewhat on an angle so he was more or less fucking her from behind, but with her hips twisted in such a way that her shoulders were on the bed, their eyes locked together as the primal desire to fuck and fuck hard took control of them both.

  Ellie was as wet as she had ever been, a month of chastity resulting in a wetness that soaked his cock and made every thrust a joy no matter how hard it was. He reached down and ran his hand through her hair, his fingers tightening close to her scalp as he locked her in position and fucked her with a fast pistoning motion that left her wailing ecstasy to the world.

  “I’m going to come in you,” he growled down at her. “I’m going to come in your hot, wet little cunt.”

  “Yes,” she gasped, her desire making her inner walls pulse and ripple with need. Her clit was fully engorged, a tight, hard needy bud that he caught between his fingers and massaged as he took the last few thrusts at high speed, fucking her with a reckless animal abandon that made her head spin.

  “Fuck. Yes. Ellie!” His triumphant cry came in guttural spurts along with the spending of his cum. She could feel him filling her pussy with his seed, the hot juices making her tender cunt sting as he slid deep, forcing himself all the way in, holding his cum against the unprotected neck of her womb.

  Pinned, fucked, and with cum deep inside her, Ellie felt her orgasm burst forth. She could hardly move for the grip Daniel had on her, but her hips ground against him, her bud riding against the ridge of his fingers as her pussy squeezed his cock, milking him for every last drop of his precious semen. Her wails were incoherent cries of feminine satisfaction that echoed across the room as the final tremors of le petit mort ran through them both.

  Flushed and disoriented, she looked up at him with lust-glazed eyes. “So,” she said, lying there with her swollen pussy lips glistening in sweat and his seed. “What now?”

  Chapter Nine

  “What now?” He lay down next to her and teased his fingers through her blond locks while rubbing his palm over her rear. “I’m taking you home, my pet.”

  “Daniel, you can’t just take me. I’m not a stray cat you found in the bushes,” she pointed out, smiling at him with a teasing lilt. Though her pussy was aching and she was certain it was going to take an icepack to soothe the heat in her swollen labia, she had been more than satisfied with the vigor of their lovemaking.

  “A stray is exactly what you are,” Daniel corrected her, his Mediterranean gaze enveloping her with tender warmth. “And it’s time you came home.”

  His words made warmth well inside her, but the rebellious part of her could not be content with that. The sex was hot, but they had more to resolve than that.

  “I’m not ready to go back,” she said. “I like it here. Nobody knows me. And I can’t understand anything they say. It’s perfect.”

  He smiled down at her. “I want you with me, Ellie. You don’t have to go back to work…”

  “I can’t go back to work,” she pointed out quickly. “I was fired, remember?”

  “Well, I could hire you again.”

  “Hell, no,” Ellie said emphatically. “I wouldn’t go back for all the money in the world.”

  “Then you can be my house pet,” Daniel smiled. “My sweet, domesticated little kitten.”

  Ellie drew back her lips in a snarl as he chuckled, having known full well his words would get a rise out of her.

  “Settle down, pet,” he drawled, running his palm over her bottom. “No need for the hissing and the spitting. Not yet anyway. We haven’t gotten to your punishment yet.”

  “Punishment?” She looked at him with wide eyes. “You think you can take me back and punish me? What if I’ve decided I want to live in France? I’m not even your pet anymore. I got fired. I don’t have to… mph!”

  Her words were lost to his kiss as he claimed her mouth, laid back and pulled her body over his, her thighs parting to straddle his hard cock as her well-fucked pussy was once more pressed against the ridge of his erection.

  “You’re coming home with me, Ellie,” he said as he sank his cock back inside her slick, sore, cum-filled cunt. “And you’re in trouble for running away too, pet.”

  It was so hard to argue when her pussy was stretching around him, when his powerful hips urged his member deep inside her, grinding her clit against his pubic bone.

  “No, because you have no authority over me now,” she said, her hair falling in a blond curtain around her face as she teased him. “I’m no longer an employee of any of your interests. You’re completely powerless, Daniel Treville.”

  Her words earned her a hard thrust. “Is that right?”

  “Yes,” she yelped defiantly.

  His large hand departed from her rear and returned with a hard slap. “Are you sure about that, kitten?”

  “Yes!”

  Another hard slap landed on her other cheek, making her flesh sting while he fucked her slowly. He seemed to be quite well aware of the tender state of her pussy and was making some accommodation for it—though she knew his mercy could evaporate if she pushed him too far.

  “You’re a brat, Ellie,” he said with tender affection. “But I love you, and I want you back. Will you come back?”

  “Ah, finally, you ask me what I want,” she said pointedly as he stilled his cock inside her and waited for her response. “I didn’t know you were capable of that.”

  “I’m capable of a great deal,” he said. “I’m capable of looking after you and making you happy, if you’ll let me.”

  Ellie let the moment play out a little longer. The truth was that there could only be one answer. If she said no, she would be consumed by regret and grief all her life. And yet, simply being asked the question was a moment of power of a kind she had not experienced a great deal with Daniel. Looking down at him, she could see the yearning and the vulnerability in his gaze. He had his heart on the line, open to be hurt. And in that moment he did not seem to be a billionaire, or a dominant man who had turned her f
rom a high-powered super bitch to a high-powered super brat. He was just a man, looking at her with a tenderness she had never seen in any other man’s gaze.

  “I don’t want to be without you,” she said softly. “So… yes.”

  His smile was broad and bright enough to light the room. He embraced her tightly and slid his cock from her ravaged pussy, giving the tender flesh a chance to recover.

  “Let’s go home,” he said, swatting her bottom lightly. “You can clean up through that door over there if you like. Or you can put your dress on and fly back to New York with my cum drying on your thighs. I don’t much mind either way.”

  “Pervert,” she said, narrowing her eyes playfully as he swatted her toward the en-suite.

  Ellie cleaned up as best she could in the bathroom, but there was no denying the sticky residue between her lips as she slid the sheath of the dress back on. Claimed. That was what she was. Completely and utterly. She smiled at herself in the bathroom mirror, her eyes sparkling, her face flushed. She’d not expected Daniel to go to any trouble to find her, but he had. He wanted her as much as she wanted him and now maybe there was some chance of a future.

  She slipped back into the bedroom and found that he too had dressed himself again. He was waiting for her with a smile on his face that echoed hers. For all their conflict, they were both more alive in one another’s presence than they were apart. The spark between them was not simply born of dominance and rebellion, but of the thrill of being in one another’s presence.

  “Let’s go,” she said, taking him by the hand and drawing him toward the door.

  “One last thing before we go,” Daniel drawled, turning her back toward him. Ellie looked up at him, wondering what he had in store for her. She did not have to wait long. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a familiar silver item. The collar he had deemed her unworthy of wearing the day he took her to the stables and…

  He slid the collar around her neck, the smooth cool metal clicking into place. That little click made Ellie’s heart skip a beat and her breath stop entirely.

  “What are you doing?” She put her fingers to the collar and looked at him with wide eyes.

  “You know what I’m doing,” he said. “I’m claiming you, my pet. I’m making sure you know that you are mine.”

  Ellie tugged lightly at the circlet. It didn’t move. She was caught. And that scared her senseless.

  “Take it off, Daniel.”

  “No,” he said, swatting her fingers lightly away from the collar. “You’ll get used to it soon enough. I want you to wear this so next time you get it in your head to run, you will remember that you have a place and a home with me.”

  “Daniel…”

  “Settle, pet,” he said kindly, taking her hands in his own. “There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

  “I’m not afraid… I’m…”

  His fingertips were placed lightly against her inner wrist, which informed his reply. “Your pulse is racing, your pupils are dilated, you’re flushed. You’re panicking, pet, now just breathe. It’s a collar. It won’t hurt you.”

  “But… but I thought I wasn’t worthy of your collar,” she reminded him. “I’m no better now than I was last time you put this on me.”

  “I was wrong then,” he said. “Things fell apart between us because I didn’t keep a close enough eye on you, and I didn’t train you as rigorously as I should have. I’m not going to make that mistake twice.”

  “But… I don’t want this…” She spoke in a whine that was promptly belied by the welling in her eyes. She didn’t know why the words were coming out of her mouth. All she knew was that she was scared of some unnamable thing that was embodied by the collar, a symbol of more than submission—of belonging.

  “The door is behind you,” Daniel said gently. “If you want to leave me, you can just walk through it. I won’t contact you again. I’ll let you be. But if you want to come home with me, be my pet, my girl, my lover, stay.”

  Freedom was feet away, a life without Daniel and the challenges that came with him. Part of her wanted to bolt as she had from New York, but Ellie’s feet did not move. She did not want to be without him. Every day since their humiliating parting had been torture, but she’d been far too proud to call, or to return his. But now, so close to him and yet so far from what they had once been, she found herself paralyzed.

  She stood there in silence, fighting the tears of overwhelming emotion that threatened to rush over her like a tsunami.

  “Shh,” he murmured, brushing his lips over hers. “There’s no need to cry, Ellie. I’m going to take care of you in every way. All you have to do is relax and let yourself feel whatever it is that’s making those tears fall. I promise you, fighting what’s between us is far more painful than any spanking I could ever give you.”

  He was right, of course. He was so often right. Ellie nodded and pressed close to him as he wrapped a guiding arm around her shoulders.

  “Come on, pet,” he murmured. “Let’s go home.”

  She nodded, he opened the door, and together they crossed the threshold to their new lives together.

  Chapter Ten

  Ellie had flown first class to Paris, which had been comfortable, but of course Daniel had his private jet standing by. There were no commercial flights in his world, and their limousine delivered them directly to the tarmac. No security. No crowds. Nothing but absolute privacy. It was something of a shock for Ellie to see the slick black jet waiting there on the runway, a reminder that Daniel had come to Paris with the sole intention of bringing her home.

  Guided up the stairs and into the interior of the plane, Ellie felt very small and very naughty—as if her whole holiday had been akin to some juvenile attempt at running away from home. Daniel was a steady, comforting presence, but she knew his calm and gentle strength would soon be turned to the task of reddening her cheeks and god only knew what else. She had given herself over to him, admitted defeat, and submitted.

  “There’s really no need to look so miserable, pet,” Daniel said, settling into the broad leather seat next to hers. “My intention is to make you happy.”

  She looked at him hopefully. “So you’re not going to punish me?”

  “Oh, I’m going to spank your little ass bright red for several reasons. For getting yourself fired, for running away afterward, those are two pretty decent starting points, and then I’m sure you’ll throw enough at me to keep me busy from now until forever.” He flickered a little wink at her as Ellie groaned and slid down in the leather chair.

  The flight from Paris to New York seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. Funny how time warped. The month they’d spent apart had seemed like an eternity, but they barely seemed to have gotten on the plane and it was landing again and she was being ushered back into another car and swept off to Daniel’s upstate estate.

  If she thought he was going to give her time to rest, Ellie was proved immediately wrong. He took her from the car directly to the stables where her stall had been meticulously prepared as before. She found herself inhaling deeply, breathing in the scent of straw and leather. She should perhaps have been afraid, but she felt an odd sense of comfort as Daniel relieved her of her clothing and ushered her into the interior with as much gentle care as ever.

  This time there were posts mounted at each side of the stall with thick rings of iron in them. Hitching posts, she supposed. Daniel reached for leather cuffs and began to put the first one on her left wrist, working with firm care.

  “Why are you doing this?”

  “Because,” he said as the leather encircled her wrist. “We both need this. You need to know you’re mine. I need to feel you again. I’ve missed you, Ellie. I’ve missed you more than I’ve ever missed anyone. Do you know how long it’s been since someone called me a dirty hippie? Or told me to, what was it… start a drum circle?”

  “I should have gotten you a hemp shirt in Paris,” she snarked playfully.

  He smirked at her as he clipped her cuf
fed hand to the post, then reached for her other wrist to repeat the action.

  “If you need someone to curse at you, there are people you can pay for that,” Ellie reminded him, shifting from foot to foot. They were being cute now, but the pain was going to come soon, she was sure of it.

  “Oh, I’m well aware,” Daniel smiled. “But nobody being paid for their work would have the passion you do when you defy me.”

  His large hands gently wrapped the leather cuff around her left wrist and buckled it in place before snapping it in place on the other post.

  She was caught between the two uprights, physically at his mercy just as she always had been mentally. It didn’t matter if she was here, lashed to two posts, or in the privacy of her second apartment, hiding from the world—Daniel had become everything.

  His hands slid down her bare flanks, running from the sides of her breasts, down over the curve of her waist and the flare of her hips in a slow caress. She could feel his attention locked on her, his need and his care evident in every drifting touch of his fingertips.

  Ellie felt little shivers of gentle pleasure trickling over her skin as she stretched into her bonds, feeling the limitations of her predicament.

  “You should not have run, my pet,” he said. “Now I have to discipline my little stray runaway.”

  His fingers left her body and returned in a light slap to her left cheek. It was not in any way punitive, and though Daniel continued to lecture her softly, the sensation never rose above a light sting.

  She found herself relaxing into the moment and into the dynamic she’d almost forgotten existed between them, the place where he was soft and hard at the same time, where the boundaries did not just confine, but made her safe.

  Ellie felt Daniel’s foot between hers, nudging them apart until her legs were spread almost as wide as her arms, her pussy and ass exposed in the cleft between cheeks and thighs. He ran his hand up the inside of her right thigh, avoiding contact with either of those sensitive places, teasing her with nothing more than the notion of his proximity.