Whatever He Desires 3 (The Billionaire’s Gamble)

This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, or events are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to persons, alive or dead, is completely coincidental.

©2012, Synthia St. Claire


An excerpt from the book:

I gasped and spread my legs when William’s fingers found my sex. He rubbed the outside tenderly, separating my folds and paying special attention to my raised, delicate nub. My hips rocked involuntarily at the attention and before I could beg for it, he pressed in, sliding his stiff finger into my needful recess.

Do you like that?” he asked teasingly. I could only groan out my response. “I brought something I think you might like. I was going to save it for later, but I just can’t wait.”

My curiosity was peaked when his thick fingers withdrew and he rolled over to the bedside table. William opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of silvery handcuffs.

Put your hands on the headboard and get on your knees,” he instructed in a serious tone.

Anxiously, I did as he said, my anticipation growing with each loud, mechanical click of the handcuffs as he secured them around my wrists and to the solid wooden frame of the bed. My behind was poking out and raised, ready for him to mount me, but he had other plans.

This is going to be difficult, but try not to be too loud.”

I felt the warmth of his hands on my buttocks. He squeezed them for a moment and shifted his weight on the bed. Fingers spread me open and I sighed when the presence of his wet tongue lightly tracing up and down the outside of my cavern rushed to the forefront.

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