Dirty Urges: The Accidental Billionaire, #3

By T. Evans

This is the third and final part of a dark romance with plenty of BDSM.

Be sure that you are ready to enter the dark world of Kenneth Marshall!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ted Evans
• Release date: Jun 12, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393053538

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Dirty Urges

The Accidental Billionaire

Part 3

by  

T. Evans

© 2019 Ted Evans

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This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental. The characters are all productions of the author's imagination.

Please note that this work is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters represented as 18 or over.

About Dirty Urges...

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Author's Note:

This is part three and the conclusion of a dark romance with plenty of BDSM. Be sure that you are ready to enter the dark world of Kenneth Marshall!

Chapter One

Anita stood motionless in the middle of The Playground. Sir had taken her shoes off, and she already had the blackout mask on her face. Fortunately, Sir had not put that very strange and unpleasant looking spider gag in her mouth yet. He was busy wrapping lengths of rope around her legs.

The most important thing to remember about the way I’m tying you right now is to be aware of your body. The bindings I’m using are designed to be unpleasant. They will restrict blood flow with the intention of causing you discomfort and pain.

Anita had to wonder if he was binding her the way he said he was. He already had her lower legs wrapped and while the rope was constricting, and there were knots over her shin bones, it was only a mild annoyance.

You need to pay attention to the pain that restriction will cause, and call ‘Warning’ before it becomes unbearable. Because once I release the bindings, blood is going to rush freely into those parts where it had been restricted, and the pain will increase markedly. This is one place where I need to be sure you are listening to me, Miss Rhodes. I want you to warn me when the pain starts to noticeably increase. Do not try and tough it out. Do you understand me?

Yes, Sir, Anita said.

Sir started wrapping rope around her thighs – it felt like one hank per leg, and then brought their free ends together to form a belt around her hips. The final piece of rope went around her wrists in the form of a thick pair of cuffs. She heard something that sounded like him bringing a stool up in front of her, and she felt her hands lifted high above her head.

That’s when she remembered seeing the eye bolt with its swivel mounted to the ceiling.

Very good, Miss Rhodes. Open your mouth for me.

As she did so, Anita caught a brief whiff of metal and leather. 

Wider, Sir said. 

Anita did her best, and she felt the pressure of something being pushed into her mouth. Her tongue and gums were still very numb from the toothpaste he’d had her use, but she could feel the ring against her teeth. The metal prongs kept her lips open wide.

Sir did something that released the tension on the wrist cuffs. Kneel tall, Miss Rhodes, he said. As she bent her legs to lower herself down, she immediately realized that he knew exactly what he’d been doing with the rope on her legs. The act of kneeling flexed her calf muscles, and tightened up the ropes on her lower legs. That’s when the lines and knots over her shin bones started to positively bite. With the gag in her mouth, she couldn’t grit her teeth against it. She could do nothing, really, but put her knees on the floor without fighting and without complaint or pause.

Besides, the harsh sensation of the rope cutting into her shins made her feel so much more alive than just kneeling or playing furniture had. Anita decided she had a very strong preference for enduring pain than having to just hold still. She wondered if it was her duty to inform Sir of this, so he could tailor future punishments for maximum effect, or if she should make him figure that out on his own.

Her knees got to the floor, and Anita took as steadying a breath as she could with the gag in her mouth and her arms still up above her head. She felt Sir do something with the rope around her wrists. The line got tighter until her knees were lifted an inch off the floor. This increased the tightness of the wrist cuffs, and put a strain on her shoulders, but anything she did with her legs to try and relieve that pressure tightened the rope around her calves considerably.

Fortunately for you, Sir said, I utterly adore what I’m about to do to you. A lot. It’s going to be very unpleasant, but won’t last terribly long. Do remember, though, that if the pain starts to rapidly increase, signal me. Three of anything in quick succession, since you won’t be able to speak.

All Anita could do to acknowledge him was nod her head. She’d barely started when she felt him shove his stiff penis right through the metal ring in her mouth. She wasn’t able to feel much of him against her tongue or the insides of her cheeks, but by the way her head moved in response to his motions. He was clearly going at her with some vigor. There were times when she felt herself involuntarily gag as he thrust deep, but most of her attention was focused on her wrists, shoulders, and calves. Since the gag and the numbness kept her from being an active participant to him essentially fucking her mouth, she concentrated instead on trying to find ways to minimize the pain the rope was causing her. The calf binding was by far the worst of it, and when she could relax her shoulders enough, she was able to get her knees to brush the floor and take some of the flex out of her calves. There were times when she really wanted to surrender herself to that subspace she’d discovered under his previous attentions, but she remembered he had strictly forbidden that.

The lure to go there to escape the pain was powerful, though. She tried to concentrate on the quality of the pain, remembering his warning about restricted blood flow and how much worse it would be after the ropes were loosened. The bulk of the torture wasn’t in the tightness of the bindings around her wrists or ankles, but specifically in the way the rope ground against her shins. It was the concentrated digging at the bones that was really challenging her. She started counting Sir’s thrusts into her mouth, checking in with each ten thrusts to see if it was time to signal him that she’d reached her limit with the rope.

When she started counting, she started paying attention to the sounds he was making. So far, she’d learned to appreciate the fact that Sir was not silent about sex. Most men Anita had been with had been very quiet, even when really giving it to her. Sir did nothing to hide the pleasure he was taking from her. And it wasn’t any sort of silly porn talk, either. It was the moaning and groaning, grunting, the audible breathing, but very rarely words. She could hear that he was getting very close when she did another mental inventory of her wrists and feet. They were starting to protest rather loudly, but he was so very close.

If only she was allowed to go into subspace, she would have gladly surrendered to it, hoping she’d ride out the promised second wave of pain after unbinding. That wasn’t an option, though. She had to choose whether to let him go a little longer so he could finish, or interrupt him and have him unbind her before he could complete her punishment.

She gave herself one more ten count, but he finished before she hit five. As soon as she heard and felt his orgasm, she immediately tried to snap her fingers, but her hands were too numb. They were bound too tightly together for her to clap, and with him still filling her mouth, she wasn’t able to really grunt.

Shaking her head was out, with him inside that gag in her mouth. She worried she might damage him. She thought about her hands again, since they were closest to her face, noticed the tension in the rope attached to the hook in the ceiling. She lifted herself up by her wrists once, twice, three times.

As soon as she release the third time, the overhead rope went slack, and Sir was out of her mouth, lowering her to the floor, laying her gently on her side. He unbuckled the gag, and said, What should I untie first?

Wrists, Sir.

Are you distressed, or are you at your limit? he asked, as he started to work on the cuffs. It took him surprisingly little time to break the tension. As he had warned her, the intensity of the sensation in her hands very rapidly went up quite a bit. At least she hadn’t waited until they were really hurting before she gave the signal, so while the return of the blood flow hurt, it was still manageable. Still not as bad as what her shins were still going through, she had to admit to herself.

At my limit, Sir, not past it.

Good, he said, moving down her body to work at the rope around her lower legs.

As he relieved the tension on her shins, a new variety of pain, something thrumming from inside of her skin in time with her