The Billionaire's Payment(9)

By: Alexis Moore

“People always go on about length.” He laughed as he opened the shower door and motioned me inside. “But as many women will tell you—girth can be even more satisfying.”

He closed the door and pressed a button on the shower control panel. Twin jet streams came out of the walls and within a minute I was soaked from head to toe.

When he turned off the water, I reached for the shampoo.

“I’ll do it.”

I closed my eyes and tilted my head slightly backwards as he lathered my hair. His touch was firm, but gentle and the shampoo smelled of roses. I wondered how many women had been lucky enough to have had the privilege.

“I used to shampoo my girlfriend’s hair when we were at college together.”

“Your girlfriend?”

“Ex-girlfriend,” he corrected.

“Are you seeing anyone at the moment?” I knew better than to ask the silly question, but I couldn’t help myself.

“No. Not for several months.”

I almost slumped to the floor in relief. It shouldn’t matter since we won’t see each other after the end of the week, but I didn’t want to share him. For this week I wanted him to be mine and mine alone.

After he’d rinsed my hair, Jared surprised me once again by squirting a generous dollop of the gel on the polisher and beginning to gently buff my body, starting at my breasts.

“I’m a breast man and you have the most perfect pair I’ve ever seen.”

“They’re too big,” I protested and brought my hands up to cover them.

“They’re perfect.” He encircled my left wrist and moved my hand out of the way as he rubbed the polisher against just the tip of my breast making the nipple harden. “Just perfect.”

I couldn’t help the moan of pleasure that escaped my lips.

“Let me get you out of here.” Jared suddenly became very businesslike, giving me a quick but thorough going over with the polisher and leaving me under a single stream of water, while he used a washrag and a citrus-flavoured gel to wash himself on the opposite side of the shower.

The bathrobe he bundled me into was so soft I felt like purring as he seated me at his dressing table and quickly towel dried my hair.

He swiped the towel carelessly across the top of his head before dropping it to the floor. Then he slipped the robe off my shoulders to reveal my breasts to his gaze in the mirror.

“Never let me hear you say that your breasts are anything but perfect,” he ordered, moulding them firmly in both hands. His erection pressed into me, feeling much longer than it had looked before we entered the shower. “Go sit on the bed.”

He turned and walked away before I could get a look at it. When he returned it bobbed up and down in front of him, its head broader than even the thick shaft. A shiver ran through me at the thought of having it inside me. I wasn’t frightened…well, not exactly. I spent most of yesterday reading up on first times on the Internet. I just hoped there was no blood. My legs go weak at the sight of other people’s—I’d faint at the sight of my own! But once Jared was gentle there should be…

“What are those for?” I scrambled over the bed to the other side.

“They’re for me, not you.” Jared put a ring holder which held four small keys on the table beside the bed and then lay down on the bed with the four pair of handcuffs grasped in one hand.

I watched as he attached his left foot to the bed and lay back to attach the corresponding hand. He turned to me with a smile on his face. “You’ll have to do the other two for me.”

“Is this some kind of kinky sex game?” I asked in horror. If it was I was out of here!

After hearing my mother and her friends giggle and talk incessantly about Fifty Shades of Grey I had stolen her copy when she and my father were out at the theatre one evening. Gross!

“This is about me giving you full control,” Jared explained, jingling the handcuffs impatiently. “I have to know that what we do is completely of your own free will.”

“It is!” I protested. If he was handcuffed, who was going to do the lovemaking?

“Handcuff me, Shakira!” At his command, I moved to take them from his hands almost without realizing what I was doing. “After you handcuff me, you’re in full control. You can do whatever you want, including walk out of the door. Ambrose will find me eventually.”

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