Chained to the Billionaire
Chapter 69

James

James kissed her forehead as Mia gazed at him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright.

"You're so mean today, James," she said softly.

"Seeing you so responsive brings out the aggressiveness in me," he said tenderly as he unzipped her dress in the back. He pulled the material down her shoulders to her waist, exposing her naked body to the cool night air. James' eyes immediately flew to Mia's fully aroused breasts. He licked his lips at the thought of torturing those rosy, pink buds, now beautifully flourished and hard like newly polished marbles, ready for play.

His hand eagerly cupped one and began to manipulate the sensitive flesh, squeezing the breast hard in his hand, torturing it until it became almost unbearably painful for Mia.

"James..." Mia groaned. "Please...it's sore."

James flicked his eyes to his mistress. Noting she meant what she said, he eased his harsh treatment, though it didn't dampen his desire.

"I'll make you feel better," he said.

Mia watched him, wondering what he could possibly do to ease the pain he so brutally enjoyed giving.

James leaned forward, stuck his tongue out, and then licked her nipple. Mia gasped in surprise and then groaned as the heat and wetness of his tongue touched her sensitive bud, soothing the intense agony. Then he popped her nipple into his mouth and began to slowly and seductively pleasure it-rolling, kissing, and sucking.

Mia clutched him as sensational pleasure coursed through her body, which made her head spin with wonderful delight. Once he was done with one, he switched his attention to the other and began to give it the same wanton treatment. Mia groaned and cried out, holding his head in her arms and burying his face against her breasts, encouraging him to continue.

When finally James moved his head back, she wanted nothing more than to be filled with his cock deep inside her.

James understood and chuckled with amusement. He moved his head and took her lips in a scorching kiss, his tongue wild and passionate in her mouth, exploring and tasting her, teasing and stroking until she was breathless and mindless. When he terminated their uninhibited kiss, Mia was dazed and her whole being shaky from the not-so-new experience.

James marveled at the sight. He caressed her cheek; his chest filled to the brim with both pride and affection. Fuck, he couldn't help himself. He leaned forward and kissed her lips once again. This time, though, gently and softly, careful not to hurt her already sore lips.

Mia calmed and breathed evenly again, sighing in wonder as James trailed kisses down her throat. Then he moved back up to her ear and whispered hotly, "My treat. You take control this time around." He smiled darkly. "But after that, it's my turn."

Mia swallowed and mindlessly nodded as if she had been enchanted by his dark charm. Her body once again was shaking like a leaf in a storm at the prospect of riding him, of being in the dominant position, the one to take control. Truth be told, she was both scared and fascinated, and she licked her lips in anticipation.

James guided her into position on his lap. Then he unzipped his pants, and out sprang his aroused cock, prominent and ready for action.

Mia stared at it for a bit too long, and James couldn't control himself. He took the initiative by lifting her and guiding her down on him, allowing his cock to burrow itself deep into her hot, wet pussy, filling her completely.

His body tensed the moment he was enveloped in her heat, and a satisfying groan escaped his lips.

Mia groaned, too, in delightful pleasure. Then she began to move, tentatively at first and then faster and more confidently.

"James?" she whispered. "Am I doing it right?" she asked, her voice shaky and weak.

His hand firm about her small waist and his eyes on her face, he said, "You're doing fine, sweetheart. Keep moving."

Mia nodded in understanding and kept her body moving in a smooth pace. In response, the thrilling sensations of sex coursed throughout her whole being, making her feel so wonderful she was mindless.

"Oh, James," she moaned. "It feels so good."

James nodded, enjoying the pleasure of the moment. Fuck! She was a pretty little thing, beautifully naked sitting there on his lap with his cock deep inside her as she danced before him, her breasts bouncing about and her face in a stupor of sexual provocation. The sight of her in such careless abandon and her wanton expression excited him even more, driving his blood hot with desire.

He encouraged her. "That's my girl. Now faster."

"Faster?" she asked.

He nodded. "You'll feel even better."

Tempted, she increased her pace. True to his words, the pleasure climbed, and her body started to buzz with the intense thrill and heat overtaking her. She groaned and shuddered, never wanting this to end.

James said, "Good. Faster." When she obeyed and increased her pace, he complimented her. "Good girl."

Oh, fuck! It was getting even better now. He chuckled as her wet heat tightened around his cock. It felt so fucking awesome. Her pussy was so sweet and tight; it was driving him crazy.

He couldn't believe it. She was dancing before him now, her body moving in a smooth rhythm, back and forth and up and down, sliding this way and that against his body. Her breasts bounced and jiggled along with her tempo, which only turned him on even more. Her cry. Fuck! Her cry.

"James... Ahh... Mmm..." She cried out in ecstasy, her head tilted back, eyes closed.

And then she came, her body tense, and she screamed out his name as she clutched him for dear life. James came too, his body contorted as ecstasy overtook him. His breathing was hard and laborious as he blacked out for a moment, his world spinning and then shutting down, leaving him to only feel the exotic pleasure as he released.

When he returned, calmed and his breathing back to normal, he dared not miss a moment of his mistress' reaction as she orgasmed.

She was the most exquisite creature he'd ever seen, James thought as he watched her heaving with exertion. Her face was flushed radiant, her eyes bright, shining like a pair of jewels, and her lips were ruby red from his wild and passionate kisses.

Her delicate body was still shaking from the aftermath. This was the second time she'd been in control of their sex. This was the second time James had let her experience this dominating position, the one in control, the one to take the reins, so to speak, and he had a vague feeling she liked it.

James caressed her cheek with his thumb, an arrogant smirk playing about his lips. Mia turned her eyes to look at him then, and there was that something sparking within the depths of the brown that snatched his breath away. James gritted his teeth. His heart was aching, craving the forbidden affection between a woman and a man, where making love meant more than just screwing around and obtaining an orgasm, more than just the physical pleasure. It was so sudden, like an epiphany of sorts, when he realized he wanted more during his lovemaking session with Mia. He wanted something else as well, something deeper-pleasure combined with emotional connection. A deeper bond. His body tensed at that revelation, and James held his breath for a moment, wondering if he'd gone mad.

"James?" Mia's voice called out to him softly. She cupped his face, staring at him, her breathing still laborious. "What's wrong?"

He blinked and then breathed evenly again. Fuck! No! He didn't want to think about this deeper bond bullshit. Not now. Fuck! Definitely not now.

Now he simply wanted the pleasure of the physical. Now he simply wanted to fuck Mia full-out.

She opened her mouth and was about to ask him again what was wrong when James drew her to him and slammed his lips against hers.

"Mmm..." She groaned, and James felt his chest swell with pride. He'd make her feel good again.

He plunged his tongue in between her soft lips into her hot mouth and brutally ravished her, his tongue stroking and lashing, caressing every line and every groove of her mouth. He even forced his way deep into her throat, which made her shudder and groan and then cry out for him to release her.

Fuck. He knew she was struggling to breathe, but James was an arrogant man, and he wouldn't let her go. Though he did ease his invasiveness a little.

When he was finally satisfied, he released her and noted she was breathless and dazed.

"James?" she whispered softly, her eyes simmering in that dreamlike stupor full of desire that would drive any man to throw her on her back and fuck her full-out.

Indeed, James wanted to fuck her again. He moved and made her stand.

"James? What are you doing?" she asked.

He chuckled. "Come on. It's my turn now."