Chained to the Billionaire

Mia

I swallowed and said softly, my voice barely above a whisper, "Please fuck me, James."

Those words thrilled me. My core burned and tightened with need and anticipation, and my whole body shuddered in a frenzy of heat.

I couldn't help myself. I repeated, this time a little louder and more confident, "Please, James. Please...fuck me."

I took a deep breath. Oh God! My body was aching. My pussy pulsed in anticipation of his huge cock. I was crying, begging to be ravished.

I licked my lips again and said softly, my heart racing, "I want your huge cock inside me, James. Please fuck me."

James smiled arrogantly, as if he were pleased with my obedience, with the way I begged him, that I was utterly at his mercy, under his power.

"That's my girl," he said tenderly. He kissed me on the forehead, as if to reward me for my submission. My body squirmed in ecstasy, and my heart glowed with delight.

Then he drove his erect man root into me in one powerful force, smoothly sliding into my wet and eager pussy.

I gasped at the instant contact and then sighed in satisfaction as he filled me. I felt complete and wonderful, as if it was meant to be. Then he started moving inside me, slowly at first and then faster.

My body shook at his movement. He really was fucking me full-out. His cock driving into me, each pounding rough and hard, screwing into me, making my body shudder with ecstasy.

I wanted more. What I wanted was him as a whole. Not just his fucking. I wanted James Maxwell. I wanted to feel his naked body against me as he made love to me. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to smell him. Oh, I could smell him all right. He was there, so James Maxwell, lingering just above me, enticing me, which only made me want to taste and touch him even more.

Oh God! I wanted so badly to touch and taste him that I wanted to cry out in agony.

I didn't just want his cock connected to me, deep inside me. I wanted the whole of him. The blasted billionaire, however, wouldn't let me. He was still fully clothed in his three-piece suit-sleek, powerful, and handsome-as he thrust into me. His hand, imprisoning my wrists above my head and preventing me from ever escaping, was getting tighter. He was above me, just out of my reach. That only made me want him even more as he made me dance below him, my body erotically moving up and down at his every single pounding he thrust into me.

Suddenly I couldn't take it anymore. My whole body was both in ecstasy and agony. I wanted James Maxwell. And I wanted him now.

"James..." I begged. "James..."

Still he ignored my beseeching as he continued to pound into me while his eyes stared down at me, the Prussian-blue color flickering with fireworks.

He said softly, "There's my good girl."

That was when he increased his thrusting, the movement faster and each one in turn was harder than the previous.

I cried. I was upset because I couldn't touch him. I was in agony because I couldn't have him whole. I wanted James Maxwell naked and against me, our bodies touching. I wanted him to kiss me passionately, his tongue wreaking havoc in my mouth while he fucked me. That was what I wanted. That was what I craved. So much so that my body ached in torture, and thus I cried.

"Cry for me, sweetheart," James said, his voice dark and demanding. "Cry for me, Mia."

Oh God! I knew I was going to die. I couldn't speak. My whole body was tense, and I was mindless. All I could feel was James driving in and out of me, fast and furious.

"Mmm..." I groaned. My body shuddered and shook as I gazed up at him, my eyes blinded with tears. I wanted to hold on to him as he fucked me. But I couldn't. He wouldn't let me. He imprisoned me, preventing from doing so as he taunted me with his expert pounding, driving my pussy insane and seducing me into wanting more of him.

"That's my girl," he said calmly, pleased.

I cried. I really did cry as he fucked me full-out, he on top of me still fully clothed, me totally bare beneath him. I felt vulnerable and weak. I was at his mercy as I begged him for more. He was in the dominant position and I the submissive. He made me want him that badly; it was driving me insane. And yes, he was the one in control, the one who would either reward me or reject me coldly, according to his pleasure.

"James..." I sobbed and groaned at the same time, tears rolling down my cheeks. "Oh... James..."

He lowered his head, and his face was touching mine. I could feel the warmness of his breath on my skin. There, he erotically licked the tears from my cheek. Then he moved his lips to my ear and whispered, "Say fuck me harder, James." My whole body shuddered in delicious rapture at his instruction. I shut my eyes as more tears rolled down my cheeks. How could I follow his instruction when I was like this? My body moving in a frantic pace as he fucked my pussy full-out and my mind was in a muddle of a mess?

"Say fuck me harder, James," he coldly instructed again, his hand tighter around my wrists. It was punishment for not following his command immediately.

I gritted my teeth as his poundings screwed right to the deepest part of me. I continued to groan out my sexual cry as he coldly demanded again, "Say fuck me harder, James." He tightened his ironlike grip on my wrist again, commanding me to obey his erotic coaching.

I felt pain surge through me from my wrist. I groaned as that pain collided with the pleasure erupting within my being, tearing at my emotions and making me want to scream out both in agony and pleasure. I was utterly breathless and dizzy as the world spun around me like crazy.

What was this? Everything... James ruthlessly fucking me, James uncaringly punishing me, James coldly commanding me to say naughty things... The pleasure... The pain... The agony... The feelings of not being fulfilled... Everything was just so powerfully overwhelming that I had no idea where I was. Where was I? Was I even still on earth? Was I even still alive?

All I knew was that I was with James Maxwell. That he was fucking me full-out, that my body was in both agony and pleasure. That my body was enjoying this. My body wanted this.

I was breathless as I whispered, "Fuck... Fuck me harder, James."

My whole body shuddered in a frenzy of euphoria as I softly voiced those words.

James chuckled. "That's my girl," he said and then increased his pace even more.

I couldn't hold it anymore. I knew I was going to come.

"James..." I managed to breathe out. "I'm going to-"

He cut me short by slamming his lips against mine and kissed me hard. His tongue plunged between my lips into my mouth. At the same time, he lifted my waist to meet his as he screwed himself deeper into me.

I could feel the whole length and largeness of his cock inside me, buried deep within me, hot and hard, branding me on the inside, claiming that I was his and his alone. Then I came as he devoured me deep, his tongue in my mouth and his cock in my pussy.

"Mmm..." I groaned into his mouth both in pure pleasure and agony. I shuddered in delirium as I came, long and hard, the ecstasy bursting within me like an explosion of fireworks.

I clung to him for dear life as I came in pleasure and pain, in emptiness and fullness. I wanted more of James Maxwell.

"James!" I sobbed into his mouth, my whole body shaking and shuddering, my mind bursting with brightness, a mixture of all the colors of the rainbow. I felt tears roll down my cheeks as I tightened my legs around his waist, thrusting myself up against him.

When finally my body eased and relaxed, I was heaving and breathless, my world still spinning around me. My body was buzzing with this tantalizing sensation as I felt myself floating on air.

I gazed unseeing at James above me, my heart aching and crying for more. Yet it was filled to the rim as well, full with pleasure and warmth and something else... Love?

I noted he, too, was breathing quite heavily, his eyes bright.

"Fuck, Mia," he said, chuckling. "That was great."

"Huh?" I managed to voice. I was pleased but confused at the same time. Pleased that he found our sex wonderful and confused because he wouldn't let me touch him during our intercourse.

He moved down a little and then licked my cheek. The wetness and warmness of his tongue made me quiver in deliciousness.

"Sorry I made you cry," he apologized tenderly. "But it won't be the last time."

I stared up at him, and then it hit me. He liked it when he made me cry while he made love to me. What? No wait! Wasn't that what he had said earlier this morning before he had gone off in search of my brother with Matt? But of course, I had forgotten about that. So worried I had been for my brother.

I sighed and closed my eyes. So it wasn't going to be the last he'd make me cry during our tempestuous sex sessions then? Internally, I smiled at the thought he'd make me want him that much again. The agony and craving for him as a whole, or for any man for that matter, was something I had never experienced before until moments ago when James himself had shown me. The feelings were overwhelmingly powerful, like a tornado of sorts that destroys everything in its path. And yes, I've started to crave his heart as well.

No! I must not go that far. I must not drown myself in James Maxwell's world. I must not crave this billionaire's heart because I knew he didn't have any to give away. Especially not for a girl like me. I was merely his mistress, after all, and nothing more to him. What he loved was my body. He loved having sex with me. There was nothing more to our master and mistress relationship than that.

The thought saddened me, and I wriggled my wrists free from his grasp.

He easily let me go, and I rolled over and sat up. I quickly got off the bed and retrieved my towel from the floor. Then I wrapped it around myself and turned to look at him. "Aren't you going to shower?" I asked.

His handsome face was a blank mask as he stared at me, as if scrutinizing what I was thinking. I hoped he wasn't too perceptive and figured out that I've lost my heart to him. God, I hoped not because I'd be so mortified if that happened. Then there was also the fact that he might just terminate our contract. No, I couldn't allow that to happen because there was no way I could find two million to repay him. More importantly, however, I didn't want to part ways with him. I wanted to be with him, and the thought that we wouldn't be together anymore made me feel sick to my stomach.

A moment later, he nodded, got up from his spot, and headed into the bathroom.