The Billionaire Daddies

The pleasure of giving in Bound to submit - Jacqueline

The club was definitely exclusive, the patrons were just like Percy. All men dressed in expensive suits, gold cufflinks, shiny shoes, and wristwatches are as expensive as most cars common people drive in traffic.

Percy wasn't kidding when he said it was an invitation-only party, the entertainment was top-notch. Even the performer looked experienced using their fine leather whip with handles that looked like it was custom made. I could only imagine how the strain of leather would lick my bare ass. The thought made me shudder.

"Tell me, do you have a playroom?" I asked as we reached the penthouse in between our breathless kisses, the second Percy pushed me up against the living room wall. Honestly after seeing the performers, vanilla was the least expectation I have from Percy.

"What if I have one? what do you want me to do to you? what will you offer me?" he asked huskily, trailing his kisses down my neck, and across my throat while he took my wrists to my back holding me still as he lazily trail his other hand along my neck. "I'll give you my submission."

His groan made my heart swell, and my body shuddered. I know for sure that there was one room that's been locked since the first time I stayed at the penthouse. I didn't think much of it, thinking it might be their office space for their highly confidential documents or a room for their highly appraised art collection. I've been with my share of billionaires they would have locked rooms so I didn't bother to ask the twins. "You have your safe words?"

I gasped the second he asked, I've been wanting them to ask me for it. The soft BDSM we play a couple of times earlier was fun, but this is what I want. The one where I might need safe words before he even tells me what he's going to do to

me.

"Traffic light, simple and easy, red for stop, yellow for slow down, and green for go."

"What's your limitation?"

"No spit play, no urine, no knife play, and no breath play, a playful choking play is fine but there will be limitations, and no ball gag I don't like to drool excessively. Not sexy."

He chuckled at my last explanation, but take my hand in his and lead me upstairs. The apartment was quiet, I'd assume Grady was still not home. I had a feeling he was giving his brother some alone time with me and I didn't mind if it would mean that he'd let himself go and let me see the real him.

I was alert, he didn't let me consume alcohol at the club and neither did he, we both consumed soft drinks. It was one of the subtle hints, I'd truly believe he was going to go a step further with me tonight. Because alcohol and kinks are not a very smart combination and experienced Doms know this. It's important for them to be alert for their subs and for subs, the high from the experience itself exceeds any kind of alcohol or drugs induced situation.

"How do you like sensory play? I'm thinking about fire and ice." He took a key from his wallet and opened a locked door situated by the end of the hall on the second floor of the penthouse.

The room was spacious, it almost looked like it was the second master bedroom of the penthouse. Maybe because it has one king-size bed, a comfy-looking sofa, a leather sex chair, a very large and sturdy wooden table with hooks on each corner, and a giant X on one side of the room. There was also a door which I'd guess would be the adjoining bathroom.

But my eyes darted immediately to the wall where there were beautiful handcrafted whips and paddles. There were also dildos, butt plugs, and some vibrators. "Woah, Percy, Impressive, wait... fire?"

He was letting me roam around the room and replied to me patiently. "Candles, I have soy wax candles that burn at a low temperature. It'll be hot but won't scar your skin. And some ice play to cool you off."

Obviously only the good kind of candles for his subs, the thought made me smile and pulled him down for a kiss. "Yes, Sir," I whispered my answer, pushing my body flat to his and making him groan.

"Get naked and lay on your front in the middle of the bed," he waited and continued to cuff my wrists above my head and latch the extension of my wrists cuff to one of the hooks on the wooden headboard then he parted my ankles wide and cuffed them to a spreader. Lastly, he blindfolded me and said huskily that he'd be right back.

"I'll get the things needed. You stay still until I'm back." But he didn't leave the room, not before he slipped in a small bullet vibrator and I heard him let out a soft hum of appreciation when he found me already soaking wet. The anticipation itself was killing me, Percy purposely taking his time in leaving me bound and all worked up. I was tense while my mind recalls all the toys he had displayed neatly on the wall. "How are you, princess?"

"Green, Sir." He kissed me when I replied the second I felt the bed dip after what felt like hours of waiting for him. I could hear stuff being placed, I was feeling giddy on the inside wanting him to be done with the wait. "I like the honorific, keep it all through playtime."

"Yes, Sir." I practically purr the words as he tilts my face to face him and kisses me tenderly.

But then I quickly hissed the moment he let the melted wax drip between my shoulder blades, seconds after I smelled the candle burning. With the blindfold, my other senses were working extra effort, and once again the anticipation of what was to come made me all giddy with arousal.

"Safeword," he demanded, sounding firm and velvety sexy at the same time. The man couldn't sound hotter in my ear.

"Green, Sir."

Percy was right, the burn was licking my back, making me sensually dizzy rather than inducing a hot scorching burn to my skin. And it makes me actually moan the second he cools me off with an ice cube. "Safeword," he demanded once again.

"Green, so green, my Sir,"

The man chuckled again and laid a soft kiss on the tip of my shoulder then he started dripping more wax onto my spine, and continue lower to my ass cheeks. The heat bites more as it trails down the back of my thighs, and he cools it off seconds later with another cube. I was humming and moaning, definitely staining the sheets under me with my arousal. When he trailed two ice cubes down my spine I shuddered, the residual warmth was soothing me, and the cycle of pain and pleasure makes my nerves go haywire. I can feel the dried wax cracked as I writhe on the bed. The total darkness from the blindfold made me let go completely. I was a moaning mess, I was giving him control over my body and he took care of me firm and delicate at the same time.

And when he gently flipped me onto my back I moaned louder when he started licking and tracing ice cubes on my nipples. The cold of the ice and the warmth of his mouth took me higher, and by the time the ice cubes were between my legs, I moaned the loudest.

"Sir! Please..."

"Patience princess, you're so fucking beautiful and needy right now." He thrusts the ice deeper inside me and I squirm but give him green when he demands my password.

"I need it, Sir, please..." I didn't know how long we played, but I feel like I was on the edge several times until he finally took me to my orgasm. Hard.

I was spent when he took off my cuffs both from my wrists and ankles, and when I thought he was going to cuddle me Percy parted my legs, flipped me on all fours, his hands holding my body and the Dom pushed inside me. His cock was hard, so fucking hard but he was taking me gently at the same time. His thrusts were timed, slow and deep over and over again.

There was something in his hold, a deeper kind of affection, and I was easily taken to another high, maybe even higher than previously. My mind was mushy, I couldn't think, I just melted in his arms and let him finally take me to another climax and then feel his warmth as he emptied himself inside me then pulled me into his warm embrace.

"So, beautiful. How are you feeling princess?" He checked in on me after a few moments.

"Green Sir, a bit flakey though."

He chuckled then continued to rub my skin with baby oil and massage me like I'm the most fragile being in the whole world. Then he carried me to the adjoining bathroom. "Come on, let me take care of you, and adore you."

The best thing I loved about the BDSM scene was to be truly looked after, to be cherished. Maybe it's the lack of love from my childhood days, but the aftercare gets me every time. And now with Percy, you can feel that the man truly cares about his subs.

"I don't get why we didn't do this sooner?" I was quiet throughout bath time, but I finally asked the question when we were settled back in the downstairs master bedroom.

"I didn't think you'd like it."

That was all he said, but he rested me on his chest and gave me a slice of chocolate cake and warm milk. I didn't finish the cake and he ended up feeding me making sure my body was nourished before I was back in his arms and slept peacefully.

It was one of the best nights I've had with Percy. I made a mental note to myself to ask him more about why he'd been reluctant in taking me to his playroom.