INDISPENSABLE: Part 3: A Billionaire Romance Read online

  Nothing could be further away from that stereotype. This place looked like a luxury resort. She should’ve known, given Brock’s penchant for the finer things. The surprising part was it was white. Not even hospital-white, but a dreamy, romantic white. Totally unexpected. Wasn’t Brock the one who avoided romance and emotions at all costs?

  The floaty netting around a huge bed, padded silk bedhead, the snow-white satin curtains, all spoke of a fantasy wonderland. Just not the one she expected from Brock.

  “You look surprised.”

  “It’s whiter than I expected.”

  “Clean and crisp. It fits with my OCD.”

  “Maybe. Very romantic I think.”

  “Perhaps we read into it what we need to.”

  “That might be true. What happens now?”

  “Now I undress you and bind you with silk rope. Then, I very slowly bring you to orgasm.”

  A thrill ran through her body, and she realized just how tense her body was. “How does that work to help me?”

  “You give up control and are reduced to simply experiencing what you are feeling, both physically and mentally.”

  “What will I need to do?”

  “I’ll need complete obedience. You’ll call me ‘sir.’”

  Sarah looked at him, hoping to see a smile or even a hint he was joking. She didn’t. But she was here and, for all intents and purposes, she’d decided to go along with him for twenty-four hours. No point going half hearted. Her pulse raced and she looked down to the floor. “Yes, sir.”

  If Brock was surprised, he never showed it. He took her hand and led her into the warm, white haven. He removed her top, lingering at her erect nipples through her bra, brushing them with his knuckles.

  “Remove your footwear and jeans.”

  “Yes, sir.” Sarah unbuckled the ankle strap to her sandals and stepped out of her wedged heels. Then, she undid her button and zipper, pushing her jeans over her hips and thighs until they dropped to the floor. She stepped out of them.

  “Good.” He circled her. Touching here and there. Not for long, just split seconds of his touch on her body. “You’re quite beautiful, Sarah. Exquisite.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “Seeing you…having you…trussed up in white silk will be a delight.” He toyed again with her tightened nipples. “I think I’ll use my very best silk-rope whip. You’ll enjoy it.”

  “Yes, sir.” Sarah’s heart hammered because she wasn’t sure she would enjoy it, but her body responded.

  “The whip will sting just enough, but it won’t leave harsh marks.”

  Sarah wasn’t sure what to say, so she said nothing. She knew she wanted to have this played out, but she still had no clue why she was so drawn to Brock dominating her this way. Not really. Was she normal?

  “It’s sexual pleasure. No need to add pressure trying to work it out,” Brock said.

  Sarah smiled at him. Yes, of course. This is sexual gratification. Nothing personal. Just two adults enjoying the moment. Sounds like a neat little package. Sarah’s insides were far from neat, but she didn’t want to stop.

  Her personal challenge was to open up and unload some of the crap from her past that was still holding her back. For some reason, allowing herself pure pleasure, allowing herself to simply enjoy all life had to offer, was a mental block for her. She felt guilty to be happy. She took a deep breath and exhaled.

  As she did, she chose to give this her all for twenty-four hours. She chose to be the submissive and to trust Brock as her Dom. This wasn’t being done to her; she had the control here. Sarah looked Brock right in the eyes then and squared her shoulders, holding her head high. “Yes, sir.”

  Brock’s smile was one of understanding and excitement. He got her in that moment; she could tell. They connected in way they never had before, a way she’d never connected with anyone. It wasn’t love; it wasn’t a romantic notion of how sex should be. It wasn’t an expectation of long-term emotions.

  This was for right now, each second as it happened. Sarah never felt so keyed up before. Her body was electrified with arousal.

  Brock walked over to the bedside table and brought back a long, white, silk rope. He positioned her wrists about a foot apart and proceeded to wind and bind her lower arms until her wrists were held secure but comfortable. He slid two fingers between her skin and rope. Sarah watched him work meticulously to get the exact amount of pressure he wanted.

  He then walked behind her and reached to get the two long ends and, pulling her hands to her belly with her elbows bent, he secured the ropes behind her back. He picked up an even longer rope and used this to bind around her body, trussing her arms to her sides but going below and above her breasts. Her top half was completely immobilized, yet the ropes never cut in or felt uncomfortable.

  She clasped her fingers and rested her hands just below but almost between her bared-breasts. Brock walked around her again before he looked her in the eyes and spoke, the sincerity on his voice almost brought tears to her eyes.

  “You look so beautiful in my ropes. They were made for you. It’s perfection.”

  Sarah felt the heat rise to her cheeks, and she was shocked to feel the blush rising from her neck. She had no clue what to say. It was like she was a teenager again, getting embarrassed every time her latest crush glanced her way. She looked down to the floor.

  His hand came softly up under her chin. “Downcast your eyes, by all means, but keep your chin up. Head high. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Only the strongest of women can be a sub. You’re beginning to understand that now, aren’t you?”

  “Yes. I am. I feel…powerful.”

  “You are. You’ve got all the power. If you tell me to stop, I will stop. But if you tell me to do anything I think may be too much, I will refuse. I’m the experienced one, and you can trust I will only act in your best interest.”

  “Okay. Thank you, sir.”

  Brock then undressed himself and drew her against his bare body. Sarah relaxed into the pure sensation of his strong body holding hers, and his hot skin melding with hers where the ropes allowed. She wasn’t sure there was any better feeling than skin on skin. He caressed her hair and stroked just above her bottom, beneath the bindings.

  His erection pressed into her, and Sarah wanted him to touch her everywhere as the need rose within her. But he didn’t.

  “Sit on the bed.”

  “Yes, sir.” Sarah did so, and Brock guided her to lay on her back, supporting her with his arm behind her until she’d laid down completely.

  He took a shorter rope from the bedside cupboard draw. This one was red, but it still looked like a silk one. He bent one of her legs and trussed her ankle to her mid-thigh. Sarah barely felt the rope as it was layered around her because he was so gentle. When he was done, he moved to the next leg and did the same with a second rope from the drawer.

  Sarah was open to him now. Her pussy on display. The ends of the leg ropes he secured to the binding that pinned her upper arms to her sides. Now, her legs were spread, and she couldn’t move to change that. He knelt over her on the bed, checking every aspect of where the silk rope encased her body.

  “Good. Good. Not too tight anywhere. Your legs are in a frog-tie. How does it feel, Sarah?”

  “Fine.”

  “Do you have any tingling anywhere, any discomfort?”

  “No, sir. Not at all.”

  “If you do, you must tell me.”

  “I will, sir.”

  “I’m going to turn you over, Sarah, so your perfect ass is in the air for me. If this gets too uncomfortable at any time, you need to let me know.”

  Sarah was throbbing for him to just touch her somewhere. She needed him to. Brock was ever controlled and gentle.

  Now, she lay tied and spread with her ass up and her cheek against the soft, satin bedcover. She was helpless. He could do whatever he wanted to her, and there was nothing Sarah could do about it. This fact hit her suddenly, and she doubted everything.


  “Sarah. Breath. Relax. I promise if you need me to untie you, to stop at any time, I will do that. You can trust me this time.”

  Sarah was relieved he’d picked up on her impending panic. He knew her better than she’d realized. Her heart raced, and she could feel her pulse pounding as well. “I’m okay, sir.”

  “I’m going to start by using a silk rope whip against your ass cheeks. This will sting. Breath through it, try to relax into it.” He held the whip around where she could see it.

  Sarah flinched just a little when the many tied-off ends of the flogger touched her tender ass cheek. It didn’t hurt; it tickled mainly, but her body was just so sensitive right now. He dragged it over her other cheek and then lifted it and brought it down with a slight thwacking.

  Sarah groaned at how her pussy clenched when he did that. She’d never been properly whipped before, and she could tell Brock knew just what he was doing. Again he brought down the many plaited strands of the silk whip onto her reactive flesh, and Sarah moaned her delight.

  She couldn’t wait for things to really heat up and for Brock to let her feel some real pain. Somehow, she knew she could take it. “Please, sir. I need more. Harder.”

  Chapter Four

  Brock was barely able to control himself, looking at Sarah before him. Her glistening pussy begged for his cock, and her delectable mouth begged him to bring his whip down harder. But he needed to maintain his control. If he slipped up and lost it, he’d lose Sarah forever.

  This was his last chance to show her just how much he cared for her and how much he wanted her to grow out of the shitty past and blossom to everything she was born to be. He simply had to stay in control of himself, and in control of this situation. If she went into the subspace where she’d allow—and even encourage—him to do anything he wanted in the state of euphoria, he needed to know when to stop.

  Brock couldn’t be certain how she’d react to this, but he could be certain he’d be around to pick up the pieces. He’d be there for as long as she needed when coming down from the high. He owed her that much for the continued trust she put in him and for the unconditional friendship she always seemed to have.

  He wanted to help her move forward from her past, even if it meant she decided she could never be with him. He brought the silk whip down across her cheeks again, and her moan almost made him come. He wasn’t used to doing this naked. It had always been about control and inflicting pain for him. But this time it was sexual. Very sexual. He wasn’t going to hide away from that for a change.

  This time it was so much more than an outlet for his own repression; this was way more personal than anything he’d ever done here in his warehouse. He doubted he could ever go back to formal arrangements with willing play partners. Sarah was the only one he ever wanted to play with now. The irony of that was, this session could end up being the thing that drove her out of his life for good.

  “Sarah. You are mine today. I’m going to use this whip until your gorgeous ass is glowing. You want more don’t you?”

  “Yes. Yes, please, sir.”

  “Yes, the pain is good, isn’t it? We haven’t even begun yet.” He brought the silk whip down harder to increase the sting. Her body began to tremble, but he trusted she’d ask him to stop if needed. He kept striking her, over and over, and Sarah groaned and affirmed how much she loved what he was doing.

  “Harder. Harder.”

  Brock did so, but he knew the silk wouldn’t go beyond a certain level, and that was why he’d started with that. She was ready. “I’m getting the leather cat o’ nine tails now, Sarah. This will bite harder, but I won’t leave any real marks on you.”

  “I don’t care. Just let me feel it.”

  He went to the cupboard and took out the black leather whip. Running it through his fingers, he made his way back to the bed. His erection was so incredibly hard, he’d never ached so much. “Now, you’ll feel this.” He struck her with quite a bit of restraint, careful not to overload her.

  She flinched as much as her ropes would let her. “Yes! God, yes. It’s so good. So good.”

  He struck her again with the same intensity, and Sarah cried out. This was pain for her. Real pain. And this was what Brock got off on doing most of all. He knew her endorphins would kick in. The body of a woman could endure so much more than any man ever could. Childbirth stood testimony to that.

  But even in the depths of that pain, the intense pleasure afterwards was addictive. The crash down from that might be non-existent or dramatic. Brock would be sure to keep a close eye on Sarah.

  He focused now on the amount of pressure he used, as he brought the leather strands down onto her buttocks, which had taken on fantastic deep pink glow.

  Brock laid the whip on the bed bedside Sarah and leaned over her, encasing her with his body, his lips vibrating with her delicate ear, and he whispered, “Are you a bad girl, Sarah?” Sarah didn’t say anything or move at all so Brock spoke again. “I’ve never seen a woman so sexy. Not anywhere. Everything about you drives me wild. Everything.” He gave a deep growl into her ear, and she moaned back. “You’re mine tonight, Sarah. Who do you belong to tonight?”

  Almost a quiet as a breath, he heard her answer. “You.”

  “That’s right. Good girl. My good girl. I’m going to make you come so hard. I love watching you come. I love the look on your face, the noises you make, and the way you taste right after.” He stood up. “I’m going to turn you onto your back.”

  Sarah trembled a little as he moved her, and he knew it was time to take her to the next level. He took his time, not wanting to break the moment of pleasure she was in. Her ripe breasts looked heavy, and her rosy nipples stood out against the darker shade of her areola. “I think they need clamps.”

  Sarah gasped, as he tweaked each nipple in turn with his fingers, and he smiled at the look on her face. She wasn’t expecting every part of her to be so reactive after the whips. But he knew she would be—even more so after her nipples had been clamped.

  “Let’s see you with clamps.”

  “Yes, sir.” Her quiet voice was also confident.

  “Remember to breathe and let the pain and the pleasure wash over you.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Brock chose some clamps that she’d definitely feel, but they weren’t cruel. His fingers shook as he chose them. The importance of this session was not lost on him. If he pushed her too far or lost control of himself, it would be catastrophic. He didn’t want that. He wanted to help her through her bottled emotions as a gift for all she’d done for him. Also to make up for the hurt and confusion he’d added to her life.

  Then, he’d swooped in and fixed everything the way he did, but he didn’t have the goods to back it up. None of the material shit in the world mattered if your insides were still twisted up with pain from the past.

  He took the clamps back, but before he placed them, Brock caressed her bare skin everywhere. He finished between her legs, and he softly touched her clit which was swollen with her need. Her body reacted, and she whimpered. He slid two fingers inside and massaged along the top wall of her hot sheath.

  “Yes, Sarah. You’re so wet for me. So hot. I can’t wait to sink my cock inside you.”

  Sarah groaned and squeezed her eyes shut. The pleasure was written all over her face, and Brock smiled. He touched her clit at the same time in soft circles and her muscles all tensed.

  He stroked her inside and circled her clit until she cried out and he could feel she was on the verge of orgasm. Then, he stopped and placed the clamps on her hard nipples. Her cry of pain was music to his ears. He’d backed the orgasm off perfectly as he layered the sensations. Speaking of orgasm, he was very hard, but he needed to hold back and wait until the perfect moment. He had condoms at the ready.

  “There, see, you can’t come yet. I won’t allow it. I’ll say when you come.”

  “Please, please. I need to come. I can’t take it.”

  “Yes, you can take it, Sarah. If yo
u can take all the hurt you’ve had in your lifetime, you can take this. You are strong. You will wait until I tell you to come.” He picked up the silk rope whip and flicked the many ends onto her thigh. A good sting. And she cried out again. But she didn’t tell him to stop.

  “Oh God, please. Brock. Sir…please…”

  Brock leaned down to whisper into her ear again. “No, my pet. You must wait until I say.” He sucked her earlobe into his mouth and lightly bit it. Time to layer the pleasure back up again. Her plump, red lips were heaven under his, and he kissed her deep and long.

  His tongue teased hers and flickered over the end of it. He pulled her head back by the hair in a harsh tug and took her mouth with his. She kissed him back hard. The guttural noises from her throat spurred him on. Brock couldn’t get enough of her mouth, and he kissed her until he couldn’t breathe.

  He broke the kiss and sucked in a breath. He’d come so close to losing control. He had to keep his shit together. This was about Sarah, not him. He realized in that moment that this was the first time his BDSM wasn’t about his problems and sating himself, slaying his demons; it was about the other person.

  Sarah panted and watched him closely. What was she thinking? “Do you like being my dirty girl, Sarah? Do you want more?”

  “Yes. Yes, I want more.”

  “What do you want? Do you want me to make you come hard, so you squirt all over my bed?”

  “Yes, make me come. Please, let me.”

  “No. If you feel like coming, you must ask me first if you can. If you disobey me, I’ll punish you. If you are a good girl, I might let you come soon.”

  Sarah nodded her head. Brock went lower and kissed her clit. Sarah strained against the bindings. He flicked his tongue over her swollen clit, and she shuddered. He slid two fingers inside her tightened cunt, and this time he pressed on the lower wall as he moved them in and out in slow, deep strokes.