Gabriella Bendt is only trying to find her uncle’s cabin when she trespasses on Pierce Brennan’s private beach. But the mysterious multibillionaire isn’t inclined to forgive her, and she finds herself forcibly invited to a party for two on his luxurious yacht, where he makes her pay for disturbing his peace … and shows her a side of herself she never suspected.
Warning: This 7100-word story is for mature audiences only and includes elements of bdsm, bondage, spanking, orgasm denial, and oral sex.
As I lay handcuffed to his bed, my mind was reeling from everything that had happened.
My body was certain, though, and its signals were insistent. The longer I lay there, the hornier I got. And gradually, it dawned on me that the fact that I was naked and exposed, and someone—anyone—might walk in and see me, was absolutely turning me on. Every time I heard footsteps outside the door, my heart raced and my slit got wetter, my intimate flesh tingling with a mixture of arousal and anticipation, my nipples hardening.
The worse it got, the more I wished I could bring myself. In sheer frustration, I closed my eyes and imagined Pierce standing before me, taking off his clothing, piece by piece, until he was naked, his erection straining toward me. He moved slowly forward until he was on the bed, kneeling between my legs.
Lowering his head, he kissed my slick folds, his tongue parting them to reveal my most private flesh. Merciless, he tortured me with pleasure, licking me from my entrance up to my swollen bud. I arched up toward him as his mouth closed over it, his tongue swirling around the hypersensitive bundle of nerves as he sucked.
My urgency building, I tugged him forward until his manhood was touching me, the tip pressed against the opening to my tight channel. I strained toward him, eager for completion.
Just as he began to enter me, the door opened.
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