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  Enslaved by Him: Servicing the Billionaire Part 5 (A BDSM Erotic Romance)

  Published by Adriana Rossi at Smashwords

  Copyright 2012 Adriana Rossi

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  The scream of jet engines filled Mary’s ears as she tottered towards Mr. White’s private jet. She tugged at the leather collar around her neck. She had been wearing it for days, now. It was starting to itch.

  His slacks billowing around him, Mr. White climbed the small staircase to his jet. He flashed his unnaturally white canines and nodded to the pilot, who inclined his head in greeting. Mary followed, gripping the railing quite tightly. She still hadn’t recovered fully from the feeding last night.

  “Welcome aboard,” said a pleasant voice.

  Mary stopped in her tracks, a violent blush creeping up her neck. The stewardess was clad in nothing but a black, roped bondage suit. The ropes twisted and crossed all over her limbs. They looped around her breasts, which looked quite painful, and made them bulge out of the holes. The ropes went all the way down to her thighs, and left her vagina accessible between the ones circling her thighs.

  When Mary entered the cabin, she saw that there were more stewardesses, all of them wearing the same suit. They smiled prettily at Mr. White when he ran a few fingers down their spine. Mary felt a hot wave of jealousy burn down her throat like strong alcohol.

  It was a two-story jet, complete with a wet bar stocked with mini bottles that held a curious, dark red substance. Mr. White unscrewed one of these, looking at the label briefly.

  “14th Century, female,” he murmured before draining the bottle. “Excellent,” he hissed, smacking his lips appreciatively.

  The cabin was filled with cushy, giant leather sofas and chairs. The windows, of course, had been painted over and shut. Downstairs resembled a sort of dungeon like the one in Mr. White’s house. There were various sex toys, stocks, chains, and a giant wooden X with manacles on all sides. Inside a room was a small theater, with a glass cabinet full of vampire-related TV shows and movies. The television was streaming an episode of Buffy: the Vampire Slayer and Mary scoffed at the ridiculous, monster faces of the vampires. Inside yet another door was a massive feather bed with a bondage suit laid neatly on top of the covers.

  “How do you like my jet,” a deep, husky voice whispered in her ear as an arm snaked around her waist.

  Mary held his hand and sighed. “It’s—well, I’ve never seen anything like it.” Well, that was certainly true. Truth be told, she was surprised at how tacky some of the décor was. But Mr. White was a billionaire, and could decorate his jet however he liked.

  “I did not decorate it,” he murmured in her ear, sounding a bit wounded. “The staff filled it with things they thought bloodsuckers like.”

  She turned in his arms and noticed that his lips were a bit red and that his cheeks were flushed. His normally piercing blue eyes were heavily lidded. She lifted her face and took his lips in her own, tasting the metallic tang of blood as Mr. White deepened the kiss. He set the small, bloodstained bottle down, stumbling as they moved to the bed.

  As always, Mary was powerless to his touch. She felt herself melting in his embrace as he continued his deep, probing kisses with his tongue. He bit her tongue and sucked, elucidating muffled moans from her. His hand slipped under her dress and squeezed her naked ass, for Mr. White had forbidden underwear. His fingers were already soaking from their proximity to her pussy. He slid his knuckles up and down her clit, balling his hand in a fist as he pressed slightly.

  “You like this, little slave?” he growled in her ear.

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  He kneaded her pussy with his knuckles. Mary could feel his fingers moving slightly as he pressed his fist inside her clit, turning it like a key in a lock. It was too large to fit inside her, but it succeeded in stretching her walls.

  Mary pleaded him wordlessly, panting as he teased her. Mr. White smirked in satisfaction and gave her a chaste peck on the lips.

  “Get dressed, slave. We have work to do.”

  He gave her pussy a sharp slap and released her. Mary stumbled as if he had been holding her upright. Frustrated and horny, she watched him back out of the room and close the door. Mary tore off the dress and bra, looking at the complicated bondage suit and wondering which holes in the rope were supposed to hold her legs. Upon close examination of the suit, she noticed a small, plastic dildo attached to the suit. Wondering what fun Mr. White had planned, she pulled the suit on. It took a while to figure out which ropes held her limbs. The ropes dug painfully into her skin, making her breasts look so large that it was almost comical. She even inserted the dildo inside her lips. She shuddered as she clenched around the hard plastic, her arousal leaking around it already.

  When Mary finally left the room, Mr. White was nowhere to be seen. She crossed her arms over her chest as she looked throughout the plane, the temperature controlled, circulated air made her nipples harden. She found him in his makeshift dungeon with a stewardess. Her blood ran cold as she noticed what was happening. His slacks were pooled around his ankles and the stewardess had her full lips locked around Mr. White’s shaft. He closed his eyes, hissing slightly as it slid in and out of her mouth. Mary stood a few feet away, taking in the scene as emotions boiled inside her. She was deeply hurt—even though Mr. White had made it clear that he was not a monogamous man. A part of her had hoped that maybe he would change. There was a sear of anger and jealousy, but she squashed it down. Wasn’t it better if she could have him, instead of not at all?

  He opened his eyes lazily and noticed her standing there. “Ah, good,” he merely said. “Come.”

  But the joy that leapt in her stomach was too much to ignore. He had not forgotten her. Mary relished the widened look on his face when she approached.

  Mr. White’s cock slid out of the stewardess’ lips with a popping sound. “Would you mind helping Tina? I think her jaw is sore.”

  The brunette stewardess batted her false eyelashes and smiled up at him with her collagen-injected lips. Mary slid to her knees dutifully and was met with the wonderful sight of his shining, erect penis. She took him in his mouth, the familiar taste of his skin marred only slightly by the taste of Tina. She reached around his waist and grasped his ass, pushing slightly so that his cock was buried in her throat. He gasped and his hand flew to her hair, pinning her head against his cock as he fucked her mouth. Mary closed her eyes, loving the wet, sex sounds and the feeling of his fat cock gliding over her tongue. He was fucking her faster, and the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. Mary gagged and was forced to remove his cock.

  The brunette had seized his penis with her lips before Mary could regain her composure. He let out a low moan as her fat lips worked furiously. Clearly, she was more adept at blowjobs, and Mary felt another pang of jealousy. He shoved his cock violently down her throat and held her there for almost thirty seconds. Then he pulled out, allowing her to breathe.

  “Both of you stand up,” he said, breathing deeply as if he had just sprinted a hundred yards.

  His tone suddenly businesslike, he ordered Tina to bend over something that reminded Mary of a padded church pew, except there were two objects on the other side that would allow her to rest her elbows. Tina kneeled on the pew, her legs spread wide as Mr. White adjusted her pos
ition. Then he inserted a ball gag in her mouth, tucking the strands under her hair. Mary watched with her arms folded, a stab of annoyance shooting through her heart whenever he touched Tina’s bare skin. He glanced back and seemed to remember she was there. He smirked mysteriously as he bent down and rummaged through his trousers. He produced a small remote, grinning as he pressed the button.

  Mary shrieked as the dildo inside her began to vibrate. “Oh, my God,” she exclaimed when Mr. White chuckled, moving his thumb on the small dial. The speed of the dildo increased exponentially. It vibrated inside her pussy with a frequency that a penis could never achieve. She was doubled over, panting with arousal as if he had injected her with ecstasy.

  “Come here, slave. I want you to watch me fuck her.”

  Mary obeyed, shaking so badly she could hardly stand.

  “Come closer and kneel.” He pointed to the floor.

  She kneeled next to him, eyelevel with his waist. She could see everything and smell every detail. Tina’s hips had been pushed apart, and the lips of her vagina were like two pink rose petals, pulled apart by Mr. White’s thumbs. All the while, the dildo hummed inside her deeper when she had kneeled. Mary spread her legs open, swearing in frustration.

  He chuckled at her frustration and sighed as his cock parted the lips of Tina’s vagina as it slid through the slick canal. Mary sighed as if his cock was fucking her as well. Tina began to moan through her gag as Mr. White pumped in and out, his pelvis bouncing against her ass with a soft, smacking sound. Mary watched his cock dive in and out, covered in a slimy sheen of her arousal as her dildo buzzed inside her mercilessly. It was torture. She placed both hands on the dildo and pulled, but it did not help her satisfy the pleasure she sought.

  “Tina is a good slave,” he said, patting her on the back as his hips moved against her. “Obedient, pliant, and always ready to fuck.”

  Mr. White grasped her hips and arched his back, his penis drilled her pussy, which was so wet that it Mary felt a drop of her juice land on her face. Tina groaned loudly through the gag, unable to enunciate a word.

  “Do you like watching me fuck her?” He murmured. His fangs were out as he slammed his cock home, slipping in her wet pussy.

  Mary was overcome, panting, screaming at him to fuck her faster and harder. Mary watched, feeling every thrust that Mr. White gave reverberate inside her pussy. She lay on the floor, her legs writhing as she watched from below Mr. White’s shaft ram into Tina’s abused pussy as she screamed into her gag. Mary kneeled upright, the dildo humming inside her, driving her mad with unfulfilled need. Her face was level with Tina’s thighs, which shook with every thrust of Mr. White’s cock. The rose petal vagina lips had reddened with the relentless fucking. Mary reached around with her forefinger, slipping in the pussy juice as she inserted a finger beside Mr. White’s penis and used it as a hook to spread her pussy apart.

  Mr. White’s canines flashed as he bent over Tina and bit the back of her neck. She let out a long moan as his penis drilled her even deeper, blood blossomed from her neck that Mr. White noisily drank.

  Mary pushed on the dildo, goaded to past endurance. She plucked at Mr. White’s skin, crying and pleading.

  Having eaten his fill, he released his hold on her neck and licked his lips. His penis slipped out of Tina’s gushing hole. Mary wasted no time and swallowed him hole, the dirty taste of Tina’s pussy somehow making her more aroused. She sucked and lapped at the deep vein on the bottom of his shaft, loving the little moans coming from his mouth. Her tongue did little dances around his shaft, first the underside, then the head, and then she had swallowed his cock so deeply that she saw his eyes roll, and he pushed her off of him.

  “I don’t want to come you, but you’ve done great, little slave.” He breathed deeply but reached across to grab a something off a nearby table. “Put this on,” he ordered.

  It was a strap-on dildo. Mary hesitated before looping it around her waist, the blue cock much larger than his own. It curved slightly upwards.

  “The faster you fuck her, the faster the dildo will fuck you.” And he actually turned the dildo to the lowest setting.

  Mary growled and whined. Her arousal had leaked all over her thighs, all around the object. She saw him press another button, and her eyes widened as she felt the dildo grow longer inside her. She sat down on the pew and forced the dildo hard inside her.

  Mr. White tutted in disapproval and the dildo shortened in length.

  “Mr. White,” she begged. “Please!”

  “I gave you a job to do,” he replied coldly.

  No amount of whining would get what she wanted. She would have to obey her master. She stood up, feeling slightly awkward as she spread Tina’s pink cheeks apart, revealing the moist, red center. She had never had sex with a woman before. But being forced to perform sexual acts that would have normally disgusted her filled her with a wild passion. The dildo began to hum again and Mary grasped Tina’s hips as she positioned the strap-on, driving inwards.

  Suddenly she was fucking Tina; the blue dildo parted her vagina easily, as if Mr. White’s cock had softened the entrance, making it easy for anything to slip through. She began at a slow pace, adjusting her rhythm and her hold on Tina’s body. So this is what it’s like, being a man, she thought in wonder.

  The dildo inside her lengthened, just grazing her g-spot. Mary gasped and simultaneously rammed the strap-on inside Tina’s pussy. As her pace quickened, so did the frequency of the dildo inside her. Mary bit her lip fiercely, arching her hips and flexing her buttocks as she drilled Tina’s genitals.

  “Oh, fuck,” she moaned as the dildo vibrated even faster. It was almost as if it was increasing its girth, and the setting was so high Mary could hear its electric motor even as she gripped Tina’s torso, pounding away.

  The vibrating dick, the sounds of her strap-on smacking Tina’s flesh and her muffled moans were almost too much. Mr. White stood, towering over them both as his hands stroked his penis, his face ruddy with excitement. Mary looked down and saw the blue penis pumping in and out, covered in white. She reached around and squeezed Tina’s tits, groping as she felt electric shocks of pleasure as the dildo began to move inside her—contracting and expanding. Then the ball had fallen out of Tina’s mouth and she screamed, Mary ramming her so hard that she was on her toes, her vagina slapping against Tina’s pussy. Then she felt a small pressure against the back of the dildo and Mary screamed Mr. White’s name, and she felt a tightness around the strap-on and saw her clit hugging the dildo, opening and closing. White strings of cum exploded out of Mr. White’s cock and draped elegantly over Tina’s back and Mary’s breasts. Mary reached down and pinched her clit, moaning as she convulsed over her fingers, pleasure finally released and rushing down like an avalanche, consuming her.

  Mr. White pumped a few more times on his cock, and cum dribbled down his penis. Mary stumbled out of Tina, heaving as if she had run a marathon. The blue cock bounced from Tina’s lips and Mary unclasped the strap-on.

  “You did very well,” her master said, smiling at her.

  When Mary had showered and dressed, she headed back upstairs where Mr. White would be waiting. She froze on the steps as a strange sight came into view.

  A naked woman was draped over Mr. White’s table. She was young and pretty, and Mr. White’s face was bent over her breasts, sucking intently on her skin. The bondaged flight attendants stood nearby like statues, as if people drank blood out of naked women everyday.

  Hot rage swept across Mary’s stomach. Didn’t she tell him that he was not to feed on other women? She had let Tina pass because they had been playing, but this was unacceptable. She reached the head of the stairs and saw a tray of food laid out for her on the adjacent table.

  Mr. White, sensing her presence, lifted his head and gave her a crimson smile. “Please,” he gestured towards the table. “Sit and eat.”

  Mary crossed her arms, refusing to abide by his rules. “I thought we said that you would only feed on me.�
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  He gave her an uncertain grin. “I never agreed to any such thing.”

  “Yes, you did!”

  He dabbed his lips with a white napkin, blood blossoming on the white satin. “I only said that I would think about it.”

  Mary lapsed into stunned silence. It was, after all, perfectly true. She spun on her heels, unable to remain in the same room a moment longer. She heard him call her name but continued downstairs, tears now streaming down her face. Upon reaching the bedroom, she tore the spiked collar from her throat and threw it on the bed.

  What did she expect, really? That she was going to become Mrs. White? It was preposterous. She was just an assistant, a tool for his sexual needs—nothing more. She should have never accepted the contract. She had fallen for an unattainable man and she needed something more to quench her desperate loneliness. Mary wanted romance and flowers and someone that would cherish her. The sex with Mr. White, while amazing, would never be enough to satisfy her. Nor would she ever be able to cross the chasm of their differences.

  “Mary,” said a contrite voice.

  She turned away from him, anger and humiliation leaving bitter tears down her red face. But suddenly, he was holding her and running his strong hands down her hair, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. And her affection for him soared in her stomach, clashing with her anger and leaving her confused.

  “Mary, I do not want to hurt you,” he whispered. “But it would be impossible for you—for any human really to satisfy me in every area of my life, every day.”

  She screwed up her face in anguish and barely kept back a choked sob.

  “The blood is something I have no control over. I need it every day, and lots of it. And you can’t do that, Mary. You would die. I am not a monogamous person. I told you that from the beginning.”

  Although his voice was soothing, his words cut into her heart like knives. I want you to fuck me and only me.

  “Didn’t you enjoy our little ménage earlier today?”