Bound to the Billionaire by unknow

Author:unknow
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-10-25T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Two

She picked up the complex of gold links and tried to hold it to her body, to see how it could work.

It took a while, and a lot of frowning in front of a full-length mirror, but eventually Erin understood that the two linked spangly circular pads fitted over her nipples, while the triangular equivalent below provided a laughable attempt to preserve her modesty, or protect her pubic triangle. It didn’t really preserve anything. The cold metal chain travelled snugly between her bum cheeks and then divided into two, crossing her back diagonally and returning over her shoulders, where the clips at the end could be attached to the links between her breasts.

Once it was on, Erin examined herself and did a little twirl. She felt utterly naked, more so than she had been without the decorative chains.

“Shackles,” she murmured to herself. “Shackles made of shame. That’s what he has me in.”

She sat down on the bed and thought again about the enigmatic ‘Sir’.

What did she know of him?

He was rich, reclusive and physically attractive. He could fly a helicopter. He didn’t much care for fashion. And he was into BDSM.

What more did she need to know?

Over email, they had discussed the finer details of their kink, and she felt confident that his tastes lay well within her acceptable range. He had told her that he would want to spank her often, with his hand or other implements, and that he would enjoy tying her up. Sex would only follow if they both wanted it.

She wondered, with a little tremor, if he fancied her. What if she wanted it and he didn’t? How humiliating that would be.

“Stop creating problems that don’t exist yet,” she told herself briskly. “Business. It’s strictly business.”

She stood up, pushing back her shoulders and lifting her chin. Her reflection in the mirror, in its ridiculously tiny covering, was still impressive enough to inspire her.

He’s going to get what he’s paid for.

That tingle in her pussy again. Ignoring it, she slipped her feet into the high-heeled mules beside the bed and made a beeline for the stairs.

She couldn’t see him at first—the room was so vast that she had to take a good look around it. She found him eventually, watching her from a sort of conservatory area beneath a pitched glass roof.

He could have said something, she thought crossly, instead of peering at me through the plants.

Intensely conscious of her near-nudity, Erin walked through the living area into the conservatory, her heels clacking on the mosaic tiles.

Sir sat at a marble-topped table, casually relaxed, despite never taking his eyes from her. Little ornamental fountains played in the background, giving the space a pleasant, calming ambience. As she drew level with him, he nodded and held up a hand, halting her.

“You didn’t lie about your vital statistics,” he said, with a brief smile. “It fits you like a glove.”

“You had this specially made?”

“Of course. I’ve had quite a few things made for you, actually. Like this.”

He reached down into a leather bag at the side of his chair and pulled something out.

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