In Service To The Billionaire by Heather Chase Page B

appreciation for my collar?”
    “Suck me,” he ordered. “Suck my dick, slave.”
    “Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, Master .”
    She ventured the word—he did not deny the title.
    Her life felt complete.
    Wanting to savor the moment, she leaned in and kissed his shaft slowly, lovingly. She started at the base, near his heavy balls, and slowly worked upward. And just when she was near the head, she kissed back downward again.
    He tugged at her hair. “No more teasing. Suck.”
    She nodded happily, dragging her soft, pink tongue up his long meaty length with obvious pleasure.
    Leaning forward at last, at long last, Sophia slid her lips around the head of his cock. A hot, triumphant thrill sped through her beautiful body.
    His cock moved inside of her, spurting even more precum into her mouth, down her throat. She loved every bit of it. The hot shaft pushed in past her lips and easily crossed the space of her mouth—and very quickly he was entering her throat.
    Good. She wanted him there. She wanted him to fuck her mouth, fuck her throat. She wanted him to use her.
    He was so fucking big, though! Bobbing forward and back, her tongue twisting around his terrific mass, she took as much of it as she possibly could.
    For the longest time, close to half an hour—she continued in this fashion. Lazily sucking her Master's cock, her jeweled collar dipping as she dipped. Staring up at him with loving, happy eyes and knowing without a doubt that she was following his orders to the tee. He clearly enjoyed her actions, deep groans vibrating through his muscular chest, his hips gyrating forward as she pushed her mouth down further.
    But then, just as she felt like she was really getting somewhere—approaching some incredible zen-like truth, he stopped her. Tugging her back by the hair, he stood up, his cock lazily slapping against her juice-covered chin.
    “I want to fuck you,” he said.
    Her eyes widened desperately. “Yes, please!”
    He picked her up all the way by her hair. It hurt, but not as much as it hurt to see him with such a massive hard-on not being pleased her eager slave-fuck body. Casually, he tossed her into the couch. Like she was nothing, he did this. Just like he had tossed the coat—effortlessly.
    He was. So. Strong!
    Quickly, he took off the rest of his clothes. Chiseled, Olympian, his body stood over her, proud and taut. His cock presided over her prostrate form like some ancient god on top of a perfect mountain.
    He moved forward, getting on the couch with her. Almost viciously, he attacked her clothes and ripped her dress off her body. Within seconds, the violet fabric was on the floor in tatters. Then, moments later, the same for her lingerie. The only thing she had on when he was done were her stockings, her boots, and her collar.
    His collar.
    The meaty, thick tip of his cock hovered right in front of her entrance. His hands moved up and down her soft, tight body, resting on her tits. She loved the feel of his strong grip squeezing and playing with her breasts.
    But still, he did not enter her. His face was deep in thought. She could see already the new request—the new order —forming in his mind, measuring whether she would obey.
    “Please,” she said. “Anything. I'll do anything .”
    His handsome face was furious with lust. “I want to fuck you from behind, and I want to spank you while I do.”
    She nodded eagerly, again. “Yes, please! I'm all yours. All yours!”
    He flipped her around on the couch, hands rough on her tits and hips. One hand slapped down on her ass. Not too hard. Just hard enough for her to feel his strength. Then, with furious suddenness, he thrust inside of her forcefully.
    “Oh god,” she moaned hotly. “Oh fuck, yes! Yes! Oh my god!”
    He drove into her again and again, his long, firm length filling her totally. His enormity was perfectly sheathed by her tight, wet pussy. Each hot new thrust was joined with a hard smack on her tight ass, making her pussy squeeze