The Billionaire Prince: One Fateful Night (Part One) (BDSM And Domination Erotica) Read online

  The man’s dick crashed through her pussy and filled her flesh to its fullest capacity. It felt even bigger than it looked when she had seen it prior to having her dress pushed over her face. He pounded her pussy hard and fast for what seemed like a very long time.

  Amie had to admit that the man was skilled, but she wasn’t overly pleased at having her face covered up. It didn’t seem in the least bit romantic, and Amie always liked a little romance with her fucking.

  Although she couldn’t see him, she could feel him everywhere. It wasn’t just his massive rod pushing inside her. His hands were everywhere at once and his mouth traced hot kisses all over her breasts, neck and shoulders when he wasn’t biting her with sharp teeth that were surely leaving marks all over her upper body.

  Amie could smell the man’s expensive cologne drifting through the fabric that covered her face. Although it smelled absolutely delicious, there was something about that scent that bothered her. It seemed that the aroma was drawing forth some long-forgotten memory that remained buried within her subconscious. Still, it annoyed her that her brain kept focusing on the smell of his cologne when she wanted to give her undivided attention to other things like the hardness of his cock battering the soft insides of her pussy.

  The depth of his thrusts and the size of his dick caused her to feel like her cunt was turning inside out every time he withdrew. A sense of relief flooded her every time he pushed it back inside her only to withdraw again until only the very tip remained seated within her burning flesh. The sensations that fluttered from her nether regions spread in waves throughout the rest of her body. There were butterflies in her stomach and her heart was racing.

  Amie had to admit that being effectively blindfolded by her own dress heightened her other senses. She could hear the slurping sound that the wetness of her pussy made with every stroke of the stranger’s cock. In addition, she could hear every breath he took, her own heartbeat and the incessant ticking of her wristwatch lying on the bedside table.

  There were hands on her breasts, squeezing, caressing and toying with her nipples until she begged for mercy. One hand left her breast to travel downward until it found a place between the lips of her pussy. The man used the fingers of that straying hand to rub rough, hard circles around her clitoris until her body started to twitch and jump on the bed.

  He planted his mouth over one nipple and resumed sucking it like he had earlier, drawing the tender flesh deep into his mouth where he could run his hot tongue over it. His mouth sent her nerve endings into overdrive. The touch of his tongue on her breast sent shivers throughout her body that merged and melted with the sensations flowing upward from the place where her pussy was being assaulted by long, deep and hard strokes that threatened to tear her apart.

  The motions of his fingers against her clitoris were bringing her close to climax. Amie could feel that it was going to be a big one. The build-up was growing and growing until she felt like she was going to lose her mind. Finally, the pleasant yet distracting scent of his familiar cologne and the irritating sound of her wristwatch ticking on the bedside table were dwarfed by the orgasms that rushed through her body.

  She felt it in her clitoris first. The sensitive nub of flesh began to tangibly jump and twitch beneath the man’s attentive fingers. That sensation quickly moved to the very center of her pussy, which exploded into contractions that squeezed the man’s cock with its own unheard rhythm. Every time her pussy tightened against his thrusting member, it created a fresh wave of contractions that rippled over each other like the ripples in a pond when a handful of pebbles disturbs the smooth surface of the water.

  Amie’s body jolted beneath the man’s muscular physique. She could feel his hand being crushed between their bodies as she arched her back and pushed upward toward his manly form.

  The stranger inside her never spoke or made a sound as he fucked her. Although Amie would have relished an impassioned grunt, moan or groan, she was making enough noise for the two of them. Strangled gasps and cries flew from her lips on a spray of saliva that moistened the inside of her dress where it was pressed against her mouth.

  She convulsed on the bed a final time before lying still as his great eruption of semen shot from his cock like a cannon to fill her deep inside. Her pussy, still sensitive from her multiple orgasms, could feel each pulse of his dick as it spewed the contents of his balls inside her.

  The man’s body collapsed on top of hers. His heavy weight pressed against her so that she could hardly breathe. He failed to do her the courtesy of holding himself up on his hands or arms instead of crushing her body into the mattress.

  She was happy when his hands slid upward and pushed her crumpled red dress over her head. The cloth puddled around her elbows. Her face was finally free, but the dress was still trapped over her arms thanks to the pantyhose still tied to her wrists and the headboard of the bed.

  Amie tried to kiss his lips, but he turned his face away. She tried to kiss him on the cheek, and he rolled off her body onto the other side of the bed without saying a word. His behavior left her feeling used and uncomfortable with the bright overhead light still shining on her naked and bound body on the bed.

  “Let’s cuddle,” Amie said hopefully. He just snarled at her. She was beginning to get exasperated. “Well, at least you could untie me.” Her pussy was throbbing from the rough sex. She felt very, very wet down below.

  The man did as she asked and freed her hands and ankles from the snarls of pantyhose that he had tied around them. Her skin was red and raw in the places where she had been restrained. The first thing she did was roll her dress back into place to cover her body.

  “I liked you better naked,” the man said.

  “I thought you would be more romantic,” Amie complained. She rubbed her wrists and ankles and pouted.

  “Picking up a stranger at a bar isn’t generally the best recipe for romance,” he replied coolly. “Besides, by my count, I made you cum at least a dozen times. That’s far better than storybook romance, isn’t it? Or do all the men you pick up in bars have that effect on you?” He was already dressed with the exception of his necktie. As Amie watched, he slid the tie around his neck and began the complicated procedure of knotting it without looking in the mirror.

  “Lie down with me,” Amie demanded.

  To her surprise, her lover complied. He removed his shoes and socks before lying stiffly on top of the covers where he had just fucked her senseless.

  Amie happily curled up against his side with one arm over his chest. Fully dressed, she fell asleep in his arms with the lights on.

  The following morning, Amie was surprised to wake up alone. There was no trace of last night’s sex partner in her apartment. If she had been just a bit drunker, she would have wondered whether he was even real. As it was, she knew that he was real, and she was pissed off.

  “How dare he fuck me like an animal and then leave before sunrise,” she said aloud to herself. Amie stormed around the apartment. She was looking for any sign of goodwill like a hastily scribbled apology note, a business card or a neatly printed phone number on a napkin. There was nothing.

  Cursing and feeling like a fool, she stomped back into the bedroom where she promptly ground her foot into something ridiculously painful. Screaming and swearing like a sailor, Amie bent down to retrieve the offending item. It was a large and ornately decorated silver ring that bore a single initial. R.

  Amie’s fury grew, and she set the ring aside. After a hasty shower, she dressed in the same obscenely short outfit from the previous evening, grabbed the ring and drove to the bar where she had met the businessman who had fucked her and run without even sharing a cup of coffee.

  She parked the car in the empty parking lot and stormed into the establishment.

  “We aren’t really open yet,” a worker told her. “We’re just cleaning up from last night and getting ready for this evening. Could you come back in a few hours?”

  “Thank you,” Amie said. “Actuall
y, I am not really here as a customer. I’m here because I need your help. I met a man here last night.” Amie blushed. “He left something behind in my apartment, and I would like to return it to him personally.” She also wanted to give him a piece of her mind, but she decided not to share that information with the bar staff.

  “I don’t know what I can do to help,” the young man said. “What did he leave behind?”

  “This ring,” Amie said. She held the ring out for his inspection and observed the expression on his face turn to terror.

  “I can’t help you,” he said and abruptly walked away from her without saying another word.

  Amie wasn’t about to be deterred by one strange reaction. She walked up to the bar where the same bartender from last night was busy restocking supplies.

  He sensed movement at the bar and spun around to look at her.

  “I need to know more about the man who was here last night,” Amie demanded.

  “There were a lot of men here last night,” he replied evasively. He refused to look her in the eyes.

  “You know who I mean,” she said. “He was sitting right here.” She indicated the barstool next to the one that she had occupied, which almost looked as if it still had a visible print of her buttocks on its vinyl surface. “He bought me drinks.”

  “Sorry. You weren’t the only woman here last night, either. I have no idea who you are talking about.” He looked uncomfortable.

  “Well, does this ring look familiar?” She held out the ring for his inspection and was gratified to see his tanned skin turn pale. “You do know who I am talking about,” she said. “I knew it.” Her accusation was met with silence.

  At that moment, a large and imposing figure appeared in the doorway. She turned her head to find the owner of the ring standing there. He crossed the space between them in three long strides and snatched the ring from her outstretched hand.

  “Thank you for returning my ring,” he said, placing it on the bar. He motioned to the bartender. “I will have the usual.” He faced her; he was expressionless. “What will you have?”

  “I’ll tell you what I won’t have,” she said. “I won’t have anything that you’re buying. Besides, I thought the bar wasn’t even open yet.”

  “It isn’t,” he said. “However, they would never deny me service. It wouldn’t be in their best interests to do so.” He reached for the snifter of liquid that the bartender quickly set in front of him.

  “You are really full of yourself,” Amie fumed. “What gives you the right to treat people like you do? How dare you leave my apartment without saying a word?”

  “I said all there was to say when I was inside you, Annie,” he replied calmly. “If you were looking for something more than that, perhaps you should have taken a different man home.”

  “My name is Amie,” she fumed, “not Annie, you arrogant asshole, and you didn’t speak a single word while you were inside me.” Amie was offended by his words. She plucked the ring from the spot where he had placed it on the top of the bar near his glass and stormed out of the building. As she exited, Amie nearly collided with a member of the bar staff who was standing outside smoking a cigarette.

  “Tell me who that asshole really is,” she shouted into the man’s face.

  “Who are you talking about?” he replied.

  “I am talking about the man who owns this big silver ring who is sitting alone at the bar right now being served even though the bar is closed,” she said, holding the ring aloft so that he could see it clearly.

  “Oh,” he said. The smile faded from his face. He lowered his voice. “His name is Roberto Raineri, and he’s the super-rich prince of some old Italian kingdom.” Whispering, he added, “I can’t believe you took his ring.”

  “He left it in my apartment, and he can retrieve it there if he wants it so badly.” She glanced through the open door and observed that the Italian prince hadn’t made any move to come after her. Amie wondered whether she should return the ring to him at all given the circumstances. She thought maybe she should keep it as a souvenir or a reminder not to take strange men home from expensive bars. Poor men were far less complicated. With a final glance at his motionless form, Amie stalked across the parking lot to her car. She opened the door, climbed inside and began to cry. This wasn’t going the way that she had hoped at all.

  Chloe Cassidy

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