Bonded To The Futanari Billionaire - Ashley Berry - ebook
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Chelsea signed the contract from hell. In order to stop a sex tape of herself with the futa socialite Chantelle LeBron from seeing the light of day, the teen must become a sexual servant to futa billionaire Trisha Stern. But keeping Trisha satisfied isn't easy, and there's always the temptation to sneak into the billionaire's private study and finding that incriminating tape...~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~The billionaire took another drag of her cigarette. For a moment, Chelsea saw the coldness in the woman's eyes. "I think you need to lie there and think about what you really want out of this." She replied. "You'd be silly to forget what it is I'm dangling over your head."And with that, she left the room, leaving the college student alone on the bed, dripping with sweat and regret. Not just regret for screaming Michelle's name, but for trusting Chantelle LeBron; for getting herself into this mess in the first place.Eventually, the bedroom door creaked open and the light overhead flicked on. Chelsea screwed her eyes shut at the sudden assault of light, then slowly opened them to see if Trisha was looking any less cold and vengeful.Only it wasn't Trisha. She was someone about Chelsea's age who was wearing a French maid's uniform. She had short, dark brown hair and chocolatey eyes. Her skin was lightly tanned, and dark freckles dotted her nose. The uniform was low-cut, exposing her tanned cleavage between frilly white lace, and the skirt was so high it barely covered the top few inches of her legs. The stranger approached the bed, keeping her eyes downcast to avoid meeting Chelsea's. The teen was grateful for this  it wasn't fun being seen by a total stranger handcuffed naked to the bed, doused in sweat and semen. The girl went to the top posts and, with a key, began working the locks."D-did Trisha ask you to unchain me?"She didn't reply,Chelsea brought her voice down to a whisper. "Is she nearby? Is she outside the room?""Ms. Stern ordered me not to speak to you," she replied without emotion. She undid both cuffs on her hands, and then moved down to the lower posts where her feet were bound.Chelsea watched her stiff movements and stony expression. Then it hit her. "She's got you, too!" The maid didn't react or respond. "Trisha threatened to release a tape of me with two other women if I didn't move in with her. Is she doing something like that to you? I didn't even think there'd be anyone else here, but I guess with a house as big as this, she must have more than one."Again, the girl said nothing. Chelsea was desperate to make a connection before this maid finished uncuffing her. She needed a potential ally to help her get through this madness. "What's your name? I'm Chelsea. Chelsea Summers. I'm going to college. Well, that's ending in a few days, then I have to put it on hold. We can help each other, you know. Whatever she's holding over your head, maybe I can help you with it. Maybe it doesn't have to be like this."

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Book Three of the Futanari Billionaire Series

Bonded to a Futanari Billionaire

Cover art by Ashley Berry

Copyright 2017 Ashley Berry

All characters in this book are over 18 years of age

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Chelsea Summers lay in her new four-poster bed, feeling like it could engulf her at any moment. The pouring rain hammered against the window; the wind howled like a widow. She was cut off from the outside world – nobody knew she was here, and even if they did, they couldn’t help her. The mansion was gated, and the surrounding area fitted with the most high-tech security available to the public.

To make things worse, her arms and legs were chained to each of the four posters.

Nowhere to run.

Nowhere to hide.

And completely naked.

“Are you ready, my pet?”

Chelsea started to reply, but the billionaire CEO cut her off.

“Just kidding, I don’t care.”

Trisha Stern stood at the foot of the bed, clutching a silky, black draw-string bag. She was dressed in a loose, flowing see-through nightgown, lacey elbow-length gloves, and delicate black underwear that did little to hide what she possessed down there. Even in the limited light, it was plain as day that there was something frightening about to break free of those flimsy panties.

Trisha Stern wasn’t like most women. Hell, women like her were like a completely different breed. They were the third sex; the most dominant, cunning, and sexually aggressive of all three sexes.

She was a futanari.

And Chelsea was her slave.

“Your first night,” the futanari mused, dangling the black bag in the air. She placed her finger to her chin and pretended to think long and hard. “What should I do with you? Hmm, what would be a fun way to break you in?” She continued swinging that bag. “I think I would like to hear you scream – oh, that would be delightful! And to watch you squirm. Starting our little relationship off with a bit of fun torture would really make my night. How does that sound?”

She didn’t answer. Why bother? This billionaire was going to do whatever she wanted anyway.

Trisha chuckled. A crack of thunder rattled the window. “Oh, the silent treatment already? Doesn’t matter, you’ll be making plenty of noise soon.” She reached into the bag and dramatically pulled out something long, shiny and black. Lightning flashed, and Chelsea knew exactly what she was looking at. It wasn’t as big as Trisha’s, but it was still intimidating.

For effect, Trisha flipped a switch and grinned, her teeth shining in the dark, as the toy began to vibrate loudly. It filled the room with its humming, cutting over the pounding wind and rain. Chelsea’s heart began to thunder. She broke out in a sweat and her bound legs began to quiver. Trisha sauntered over to the side of the bed, pulled herself on top of the mattress and straddled her victim. “I’ve had so little experience with you; it makes me wonder just how sensitive you are. Like, if I were to turn it all the way up...” she pressed a button on the black toy and the humming grew even louder – so loud the teen could almost feel it vibrating against her eardrums. She tried to swallow but found she couldn’t, her mouth was completely dry.

Then, Trisha laughed and turned the toy down. “But what would be the fun in that? Torture is like tango, it has to start slow and build. Now, let’s see how you handle this.” Trisha stuck the end of the toy into her own mouth and sucked on it, coating it with her spit. Then, she slowly lowered its black, shiny form onto Chelsea’s breast, and the sensation of her warm spit and the intense vibration made Chelsea gasp. Her nipple tensed, which only made it more sensitive when her captor circled the humming toy around it. Her breaths came in sharp and rapid. Her face burned red as her pleasure grew and she felt the sheets dampen under her. The teen hated that her body was reacting so easily to this stimulation. She loathed this woman, and the only reason she agreed to any of this was to ensure that her sex tape with the socialite Chantelle LeBron and the infamous popstar Penny Rouge never went public.

She had to suffer a little now so that she wouldn’t suffer the rest of her life.

Her only hope was that Trisha would grow bored of her eventually and let her go – but not before deleting the recordings.

Was it smart to trust this cunning businesswoman? After all, it would take no effort at all for Trisha to simply copy the file and send it out as she wished. Maybe all this would be for nothing; Chelsea could spend months, even years, as Trisha’s plaything, and the video could still be released.

But the sad reality was that she had no other choice.

The college student lay there, writhing as the pleasure mounted. Trisha’s hand descended and she traced a humming line down the teen’s sternum before drawing circles around her belly button, and ending at Chelsea’s sensitive thighs. The girl tensed and bit back a moan as more thunder flashed outside. She was absolutely dripping wet now, but the last thing she wanted was the billionaire taking that powerful toy to her pussy. She didn’t want to give this psycho the satisfaction of hearing her—

“Oooooh GOD!” The humming black head hit her clitoris, and Chelsea bucked and screamed involuntarily. She couldn’t stand this, it was like her body was betraying her. She had no love for this woman, and yet her body was reacting to every one of her touches. She felt a hot, deep throbbing on her clit. Beads of sweat erupted all over her skin and her body radiated a pulsing heat. She didn’t want to. She couldn’t stand to. Even though she was powerless, she fought back, because she didn’t want Trisha Stern to have the satisfaction of giving her...

“FUUUUUUUUUCK!”

The orgasm came on hard, fast, and strong. She involuntarily pulled against her bonds, and while she couldn’t feel any pain, they bit into her ankles and wrists. The teens eyes rolled back into her head and her mouth hung open in a disbelieving “O”. Her blonde hair was slick and sticky with sweat, and her heart thundered in her chest, as deafening as the thunder outside. When her breathing started to ease and she swallowed, trying to keep her mind intact after the screaming orgasm, she heard Trisha laugh again. “You’re just too precious. I’ve been dying to taste your sweet nectar again. I bet its heavenly after what I just did to you.”

Chelsea gasped as she felt the futanari’s mouth descend between her thighs. She moaned as the futa’s tongue expertly teased and tasted her sweet spot until it throbbed against Trisha’s lips. It was so sensitive after her orgasm, and she feared that if the futa kept this up, she would force her to have another.

She was stimulating her like few others had ever done before.

Few others...

The thought of her sexual history reminded Chelsea that not all futanari billionaires were like this. Not all of them took what they wanted so selfishly. One woman was different. One woman had been attentive to her pleasure. Sure, she had “won” her in a game of blackjack, but that didn’t mean Chelsea had been forced to meet her. She had made that choice herself, and she had enjoyed every single minute of it. She would have given anything to have Michelle Tanaka back, pleasuring her instead of this cruel, self-absorbed person. Michelle would never have deceived her. Michelle wouldn’t blackmail her into sex. This futa wasn’t Michelle Tanaka – not by a long shot.

And then she realized: But in my mind, she can be!

Chelsea shut her eyes and thought about her one-night lover back in that luxurious hotel room. She pictured those beautiful, almond-shaped eyes, that trailing, dark hair, and those powerful cheeks, all dipping below the teen’s thighs and giving her a long, sensual kiss between the thighs.

A smile broke out on her lips. She moaned. With her hands tied, she could do little to push this along, so she gave encouraging thrusts against Trisha’s mouth. But in her mind, Trisha Stern didn’t exist. In her mind, the woman going down on her did so because she wanted to be her lover, not her captor.

Chelsea Summers bucked her hips, grinding harder. If she heard the pleasantly surprised sound that Trisha made in her throat (clearly the futa hadn’t expected her captive to change her tune and become so enthusiastic) she didn’t show it. Instead of fighting it, the teenager rode the wave of ecstasy, letting it carry her to the sky. The images of that beautiful, big-dicked billionaire’s face between her legs was perfectly conducive to another powerful, earth-shattering orgasm. And when it came, it was good.

Very good.

Young Chelsea’s voice rocked the walls of the bedroom. The booming thunder outside couldn’t compete with her high-pitched screams. She grinded her pussy against the billionaire’s mouth, and then pulled away, letting the air of the bedroom caress her dripping wetness as her thighs quaked and her screams softened. She lay there as her body slowly relaxed, purring as she pictured Michelle’s smiling face over her own, ready to lean down and seal this wonderful moment with a kiss.

Trisha’s voice broke the fantasy. “Well, I can’t say I was expecting that, my pet. If that was fake, then I have to say you’re a fine little actor. Either way,” she chuckled. “I’m glad you had your fun, but it’s time for me to take what’s mine.”