Billionaire’s BDSM Plaything

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As I lay there on the plush, king-sized bed, I couldn’t believe my luck. How had a simple intern like me ended up in the luxurious, penthouse bedroom of one of the richest men in the world? But there I was, writhing under his expert touch, completely under his control.

“You belong to me,” he whispered in my ear, his lips brushing against my cheek.

I shuddered with desire as his strong, muscular hands roamed my body, tracing over every curve and dip. He knew exactly how to touch me, how to pleasure me, how to make me beg for more.

He had been my boss for a few months now, a powerful, enigmatic man who had at all times intimidated me. But when he offered me the chance to be his plaything, to explore the world of BDSM with him, I had jumped at the chance.

And now, as I lay there, bound and blindfolded, I knew that I had made the right choice. The billionaire’s BDSM plaything was a life I never knew I wanted, but now couldn’t imagine living without.

His hand trailed down my stomach, his touch light and teasing, until he reached the core of my desire. He flicked his finger over my clit, drawing a gasp from me, and then slid two fingers inside me.

I moaned as he moved them in and out, my body shaking with pleasure. I was lost in sensations, my mind blissfully empty, my world reduced to nothing but his touch.

And then he stopped.

I groaned in frustration, wanting him to continue, but he just chuckled softly.

“I have something new to show you tonight,” he said, his voice low and velvety.

He released my wrists from the restraints, but before I could move, he secured them again, this time with a different set of cuffs.

“These are special,” he said, and when I tried to move my wrists, I felt a mild electric shock run through them.

I gasped in surprise, but he just grinned at my reaction.

“Don’t worry, it won’t hurt you,” he said. “But it will make you obey me.”

With that, he pulled out a pair of nipple clamps, attaching them to me with a deft touch. The pain was sharp, but also exhilarating, sending shivers down my spine.

And then he pulled out a small remote, pressing a button.

The vibrations that shot through my body were intense, almost too much to handle. My whole body felt alive with pleasure, and I writhed beneath him, lost in ecstasy.

But every time I tried to reach the peak, to let myself go over the edge, he would press the button again, reducing the vibrations to a tantalizingly low level.

I was driven to the brink of madness, my body craving release, but unable to discover it.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he removed the clamps, and I screamed as the blood rushed back into my nipples. The pain was intense, but also incredibly arousing.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear again.

“You’re mine. You’ll always be mine.”

And in that moment, I knew it was true. The billionaire’s BDSM plaything was exactly what I needed, and I never wanted to leave his side.
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