The billionaire Dirty secret 3

“Nuel,” she breathed out. Her hands clenched into fists behind her back as powerful pleasure shot through her core. He did not stop. His tongue flicked against her skin repeatedly until she was shaking all over, her knees feeling ready to collapse onto the floor.

“Look at you,” he murmured. His voice was low and deeply teasing. “You are so very wet.” His fingers replaced his tongue, sliding into her warmth, and she gasped loudly, her body violently arching toward him. He began to thrust his fingers in and out, his thumb circling her clitoris. She felt herself instantly nearing a climax, her breath coming in short, desperate, ragged gasps.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice frantic and shaking. “Put it inside me, please, I am so close to—”

He pulled back his fingers, holding them still inside her. She nearly cried out loud in sudden frustration. “Not yet,” he said. His voice was calm but completely firm. “You will come when I allow you to.”

She whimpered, her whole body shaking violently with urgent need. “Nuel, please. Fuck me now—”

“Do you trust me completely?” he interrupted, his green eyes boring into hers.

She hesitated for a brief moment, her chest heaving with short gasps. “Yes,” she whispered.

“Good,” he said. His smirk returned fully. He leaned in one last time, his lips brushing hers in a quick, firm kiss. “Then allow me to finish taking care of you.”

His fingers began to move again, thrusting in and out of her core. She gasped sharply, her body arching and pushing into his hand. His thumb circled her clitoris with renewed focus, and she felt herself rising to the edge again, her breathing becoming desperate.

“Nuel,” she breathed out, her hands clenching tightly behind her back as the pleasure intensified sharply. “I’m so close to coming—”

“Come for me, baby,” he commanded. His voice was low, firm, and absolute.

She instantly obeyed. Her body arched up as wave after wave of physical release crashed over her. She cried out, her voice breaking and shaking as she climaxed, her whole body vibrating with the force of it.

He did not stop. His fingers continued to move inside her until she was reduced to low whimpers, her body overly sensitive but still aching for more contact.

“That is a very good girl,” he murmured. His voice was low and filled with satisfaction. He slowly pulled his fingers out, and she let out a small, disappointed whimper at the immediate loss. His eyes locked with hers, and she felt a fresh surge of confused heat between her thighs. What is he going to do now?

She remained where she was, still trembling slightly, her body vibrant and humming from the intense contact. His green eyes held her, commanding and firm.

“Get on your feet, Claire,” he said. His voice was low and firm.

She instantly obeyed. Her legs felt unsteady as she pushed herself up to stand. He took hold of her wrists. His grip was strong but caused no pain. He guided her to the edge of his massive executive desk.

“Bend over the desk,” he commanded.

She hesitated, a breath catching in her throat, but the look in his eyes allowed no space for argument or question. She bent forward over the cool, polished surface of the desk, resting her cheek against the wood. He released her wrists only to immediately secure them together with a long silk tie he pulled from the desk drawer. The fabric felt soft and smooth against her skin, but the act of being bound sent a powerful, sharp thrill through her.

“Is that comfortable for you?” His voice was even and calm, almost detached.

She nodded her head, even though her heart was pounding heavily inside her chest.

“Good,” he said, his tone showing approval. “Now, let us find out how well you can tolerate this.”

She heard the slight sound of him opening a different drawer. A moment later, something very soft brushed against the back of her thigh. She flinched, her breath sharply catching.

“Stay perfectly still,” he ordered. His voice was now sharp.

She forced her body to relax, tensing only slightly as a feather began to trail slowly up her thigh, lightly teasing the sensitive skin. The sensation was maddening. The feather danced lightly over her skin, a soft and continuous tease. She squirmed slightly, her body desperately craving something more substantial.

“Nuel,” she gasped out, her voice trembling with the building tension.

“Patience,” he replied. His tone was clearly amused by her reaction. The feather continued its agonizing path, brushing against her inner thighs, just barely grazing the sensitive center of her core. She whimpered softly, her hips jerking forward involuntarily.

“Please,” she begged. Her voice cracked slightly with the need she felt.

He let out a low, deep chuckle. “You will be begging for much more very soon.”

The feather disappeared. She heard the faint, high hum of the black vibrator she had seen in the drawer. Her breath hitched again as he pressed it firmly against her. The vibrations sent strong jolts of pleasure through her, spreading quickly. He did not let her feel the full intensity immediately. He teased her, moving the vibrator in slow, frustrating circles, just enough to drive her completely mad but not enough to allow her to reach a climax.

“Nuel,” she moaned, her body shaking from the effort of holding still. “Please, I need—”

“You will accept exactly what I choose to give you,” he interrupted. His voice was firm and unyielding. “And you will thank me for it later.”

She whimpered softly, her body completely on edge. He kept her poised there, balanced on the very brink of release, for what felt like an impossible amount of time. Every single time she thought she might be about to climax, he pulled the vibrator away, leaving her desperate and acutely aching for more.

“Please,” she begged again, her voice now hoarse and breaking. “I need you inside me.”

He paused. She heard him place the vibrator down onto the desk surface. Her heart pounded as he stepped closer, his hands firmly gripping her hips. She felt his warm, uneven breath on her skin, and then his mouth was on her. His tongue circled her clitoris, hard and focused.

“Yes,” she gasped, her body arching back against his face. He maintained the pressure, his tongue driving her relentlessly closer and closer to the edge she sought. Just when she believed she could not bear the sensation for another second, he pulled away from her skin.

“Are you ready for me now?” he asked. His voice was rough, strained with his own desire.

“Yes, please,” she begged, her voice shaky and breathless.

He did not make her wait another moment. She felt the blunt head of his penis pressing against her entrance, and then he was pushing himself inside her, deep and powerfully forceful. She gasped sharply, her body stretching to accommodate the sudden intrusion. He gave her no time to adjust to the sensation, thrusting into her with a raw, intense force that stole her remaining breath.

“Nuel,” she moaned, her voice catching in her throat.

He did not reply. His hands gripped her hips tightly as he began to thrust into her, hard and fast. The solid wood of the desk creaked loudly with every rhythmic, powerful thrust, the sound echoing in the silent office. She could feel every single inch of him, his penis repeatedly hitting that singular, deep spot inside her that made her vision swim with bright lights. She was already close, agonizingly close, but she understood he was not going to allow her to come yet.

“Hold on,” he growled out. His voice was strained with effort.

She whimpered, her body trembling uncontrollably as he continued to pound relentlessly into her. He was absolutely focused, driving her nearer and nearer to the brink but refusing to let her fall over. She could feel the intense sexual tension building acutely inside her,