THE BILLIONAIRE'S GIRLFRIEND

TWELVE

"Very pretty," he said softly. "You were born to suck dick. I'm surprised I never realized it before." He pulled out of her. "Now go and sit on the bed."

Malora stood and simply looked at him.

He wanted to humiliate her. It would be a cold day in hell before she allowed him to succeed. Naked and barefoot, but head held high she walked to the bedroom. Malora went up to the bed and as instructed sat on the edge. He appeared at the door. Again he was fully clothed and in control while she was naked and defenseless.

"No, with your back against the headboard."

She scooted up and leaned against the plump pillows.

He came and sat on the bed beside her. His voice was casual, conversational. "What did you do for sex in the past year?"

Malora flushed.

Some hardness barely leashed crept into his voice. "Did you take a lover?"

She shook her head.

"Did you go without?" Curious.

Malora nodded her head again.

For a few minutes, he seemed stumped. But he quickly shook himself out of it.

"Show me what you do to pleasure yourself, then?"

"I can't," she whispered.

"Show me." He ordered.

Malora opened her mouth, but he silenced her with a finger on her lips, his head shaking gently. "You obviously don't understand how this works," he explained. "The only words I want to hear pass those delectable lips are yes, please, and more." He took his finger off her lips. "Was it any of those words or a combination of them?"

Malora shook her head slowly.

"I thought so. Show me," he said, and now his voice was coldly authoritative.

Malora pressed her lips together. She felt that flash of defiance return. That's what he wanted. He wanted to watch her masturbate in front of him. Fine. Let him see that. He's seen everything else.

He folded his arms.

Slowly she opened her legs. He smiled slightly at her submission. She brought her fingers to her clit and closed her eyes.

"Open your eyes."

Her eyes snapped open. Locking her gaze with his glittering ones she moved a finger into the opening of her sex. The folds were covered in slick juices, and collecting some from the opening she moved her fingers around the sensitive nub, slowly teasing it to attention.

His carefully guarded eyes never left hers. "What did you think of while playing with yourself?"

"You."

His expression didn't change, but his eyes flickered. "Didn't you miss my dick inside you?"

She briefly considered lying, but decided against it. "Very much."

He made a small disbelieving sound and reached over to what had always been his bedside table. He opened the drawer and she was surprised to see it full of sex toys. All of them still in their packaging. She even caught the glimpse of a pair of handcuffs.

Rummaging around he found and fetched a vibrator to the bed. It was  bright orange and large. Scary large.

She closed her legs in horror. This had nothing to do with sex. This was him punishing her. Filling her up with a large black and orange object. Reducing her to a piece of meat. Letting her know she was nothing to him. Her resolution to be strong and her conviction that he could never humiliate her if she didn't allow it crumbled into dust.