Billionaire Kink (4 page)

Chapter Six

Strong hands grabbed me, hauling me
to the bulging chest of a man, who was a total stranger. His cock pressed into
my belly. He turned me around roughly, grabbing my hips and pressing himself to
the entrance of my womanhood. Without the benefit of prior stimulation, I
prepared myself for pain, but lubricant suddenly appeared, and a second later,
his full length slid in effortlessly.

“Oh, my!”

He pounded me from behind, his
fingers digging into the flesh of my hips. A cock appeared before my face, and
its owner forced it into my mouth. I struggled to suck, because the man behind
me was ruthless in the demands he made on my person. I had never had sex with
two men in my life, and the situation might have been enjoyable, if they had
seduced me first. As it was, the man jackhammering my cunt came quickly,
pulling from the orifice and forcing me to turn around where he proceeded to
squirt semen in my face. I closed my eyes to avoid the deluge.
Great. There’s sperm in my hair! Gross!

Not to be outdone, his friend took
the position behind me and fucked me just as forcefully, grunting with the
effort and stiffening, emptying himself in a gush of fluid. Wetness dripped to
my inner thighs, as he drove in and out, milking the dregs of his pleasure.

“Go away now,” intoned Mr. Gordon.

“Yes, sir.”

They grabbed their towels and left
the room. I sat on the bed, not caring that I wet the bedspread with goopy and
disgusting semen. I glared at Mr. Gordon, loathing him at that moment.

“What’s the matter? You didn’t enjoy
it?”

“Not really.”

“This isn’t about your enjoyment, Ms.
Fox.”

“I…guess not. Now what?”

“We’re waiting on round two.”

I crossed my arms over my chest,
feeling dirty and used. This was not what I had been expecting. I swallowed the
disappointment. Mr. Gordon’s sadistic side had emerged, and God only knew what
else would happen tonight. I tried to reset my brain.
It’s not personal. It’s business
. I had to detach from my own
feelings and let go of my expectations. I stared at the carpet to avoid his
scrutiny. He seemed to enjoy my discomfort.

“Look at me, Ms. Fox.” Reluctantly, I
met his gaze. “You hate me now, don’t you?”

“I don’t know you well enough for
that.”

“Don’t you?”

“No. Can I…use the bathroom?”

“Certainly.”

I scurried from the room, closing the
door behind me, and leaned against it. I fought back an onslaught of tears, my
throat constricting.

You have to get yourself together, Gretchen!

I can’t.

Yes, you can.

He’s not who I thought he was.

You don’t even know him. You’ve blown him up in your fantasies.

I…wish I knew him.

Why? He’s a pervert.

Maybe I could change him.

Oh, honey. You’re so deluding yourself.

No.

You have to get a grip.

Ugh.

I cleaned myself up with a wet
washcloth and used the facilities. My face was a mess, mascara was under my
eyes, my lipstick was smeared, and sticky semen coated my hair. I couldn’t even
run my fingers through it.
Ugh. Yuck
.
When I emerged from the bathroom, the men had returned, standing naked and
proud, their cocks jutting out, ready for more. My time in the bathroom had not
fortified me enough; my emotions were worryingly unbalanced. I hadn’t expected
to feel this vulnerable, this reluctant, or this scared. My arms were crossed
over my breasts, hiding them.

Mr. Gordon’s gaze rested on me. “You
can do anything you want to her.”

I should run to the door and leave.

You’re naked!

I don’t care!

The baldheaded man sat on the bed.
“Come here,
darlin
’.” I eyed him warily. He held out
a hand. “Go on. Come to me.” With deliberate slowness, I approached, nearing
enough for him to grab my hand. He pulled me onto his lap; his arms went around
me. He smelled lightly of a musky floral fragrance. I remained stiff in the
embrace, fearing what was to come. He stroked my back, while I closed my eyes,
and wished I were somewhere else. In my mind I pictured a park with grass and
trees…the sun shining… I was anywhere but here.

“I like my women willing,” he
murmured. “She’s scared shitless.”

His words brought me back. As he
gently rubbed my arms, I began to relax, but the sharp edges of fear still
lingered. His friend sat on my other side, his hand touching my shoulder. They
stroked, massaging my muscles, coaxing me away from the clutches of anxiety.
Lips closed over my mouth. The kiss was light and sweet, yet I sensed his need,
because his cock jerked beneath me. The other man took hold of my face and
kissed me. They were excellent at seduction, leaving me buzzed and wet with
arousal.

Someone’s hands threaded through my
hair, bringing my head back, exposing my throat. Lips descended, licking,
biting, and sucking on my skin. I would be purple with
hickies
tomorrow, but it felt wonderful. Fingers kneaded the flesh on my abdomen,
massaging and working lower, while an aggressive tongue charmed me thoroughly,
attacking my mouth. Every inch of my dermis was being touched and stimulated by
caring fingers. I didn’t need to imagine myself elsewhere, because I was in an
erotic paradise now. My nipple was in someone’s mouth, laved and suckled.

“Oh, God…” I was suddenly on my back.
My legs were drawn apart, and the body of a man was between them, sliding lower
by the second, until his hot breath hovered over my mound. I felt a shocking wetness,
even before his tongue had arrived. “
Ooohhh
…”

“Suck that pretty pussy,
Cale
.”

His finger toyed with my slit. “Is
this what you want, sweetheart?”

I glanced at him, but I saw Mr.
Gordon instead, slightly pale-faced and severe, his lips were drawn in a grim
line. “Yes,” I breathed. “Do it.” I collapsed on the bed; a mouth covering
mine, while a lengthy tongue pressed against my clit. I moaned helplessly,
drowning in bliss. The oral and vaginal stimulation produced an endless supply
of tingles, which seemed to ping throughout my body. The man between my legs
drove into my pussy, while his nose nudged my clit, sending bursts of sensation
up my spine. I wrapped a hand around a cock, feeling hard heat.

“Oh, God…oh, God…yes…” He lifted my
hips, by pressing against the backs of my thighs, exposing me even more. I
wasn’t sure what he intended, until I felt his tongue on my anus, spearing me
gently. “No…oh…no…” A tongue filled my mouth with sugary silk silencing my
protests. I had never had my bottom reamed before. The feeling was so
deliciously intense; I prayed it never ended. Saliva dripped to the bedspread
beneath me, as he worked the tight bands of my sphincter, loosening the
muscles, bit by bit.

“I think she’s more than ready,” he
murmured thickly.

They could do whatever they wanted,
and I would gladly accept it. The man on the bed reclined on his back, a
formidable looking cock thrusting in the air. “Come give it a lick,
sweetheart.” I reached for him, feeling wetness. My lips closed around the
musky shaft, smelling myself on him. I worked aggressively, drawing on the end,
as if sucking fluid through a straw. “Yeah, baby. That’s it.” His hands tangled
in my hair, fingertips pressing into my scalp. “Oh, honey…”

“Ride that cock.”

My eagerness should have alarmed me,
but I straddled him without preamble, lowering onto the waiting shaft. I loved
this position, because the feeling of fullness was deliciously pronounced. I
began to rub back and forth, grinding against him and stimulating my clitoris
with each pass. Hands were on my bottom, massaging and encouraging me to
continue. Something wet poured over my sensitive skin, a finger toying with my
anus. I knew what they intended, and the thought sent a fireball of lust
through me. I had never had anal intercourse before because my sex life wasn’t
that adventurous. I doubted I would like it, but these men were more than
welcome to prove me wrong.

“
Ooohh
…ouch.”

He’d inserted a finger, drawing it in
and out. The pressure was pronounced, the sensation oddly arousing. I collapsed
on the man beneath me, burying my face in a thick neck. Hands massaged my
cheeks, the finger dipping further. More fluid was poured, the excess running
along the length of my inner thighs. The bed moved; the person behind me was
getting into position, preparing to use me.

“This little hole is gonna be tight,”
he murmured.

“Fuck that ass,” grunted
Cale
.

I braced myself for horrific pain,
but instead, I felt only the tip of him, pushing, broadening my entrance. He
eased inside slowly, opening up the constricted bands by tiny increments. He
could have just driven in, devil-may-care, but he took his time, allowing me to
adjust to the immense intrusion.

“Oh, God!” I gasped. The sensation of
fullness was outrageous, and surprisingly exciting. My tummy tensed, a wild
rush of tingles registering.
Cale’s
cock continued to
hammer upwards, filling me nearly to my cervix. “
Ooohhh
…oh…shit!”

I gritted my teeth, as the largest
part of him sunk, stinging my little hole, the edges smarting. That was the
worst part of the experience, and, as he began to move, pleasure flared,
enhancing every sensation. The pressure was astounding, the feeling so extreme,
I gasped, as the inklings of orgasm threatened. My entire pelvic region was
engaged and fully aroused. I had never experienced anything this intense
before. The pleasure/pain sensation pushed the boundaries of what I thought I
knew about sex to a whole new level.

“Oh, fuck, man,” gasped
Cale
. “I’m
gettin
’ close.”

My face was buried in a sweaty neck,
while my body endured every stroke, every touch of the men using me. The cock
in my ass drove deep, finding respite in my bowls, while the hardness in my
pussy plunged upwards, stiffening.

“
Awww
…Jesus…”
Semen jetted into my silken passage.

Fingers dug into my hips, while my
bottom was taken vigorously. Each thrust brought a tiny shot of pain that exacerbated
the feeling of pleasure. I shuddered then, convulsing, and gasping, “
Omigod
! Fuck me! Fuck me!” I’d never uttered those words in
my life, but I needed him to use me at that moment, the crest of bliss reaching
its summit. I collapsed on the man beneath me, while the cock in my ass plunged
deep and stiffened, spraying my insides with white-hot cum.

“Fuck, yeah!” he shouted. “God…oh,
man…”

I was exhausted; my body was
slickened with perspiration. The man beneath me shifted slightly, his cock falling
free. I dripped with semen, desperately needing to use the bathroom.

“Your job’s done here,” said Mr.
Gordon. The men took their towels and left the room. His attention was on me. “Clean
yourself up, and get out.” He stood abruptly and headed for the door.

I had seen something unusual in that
brief moment. There had been a dark spot on his pants, between his legs. He had
ejaculated! Seeing me taken by two men had turned him on so much he had come in
his pants. That had never happened before. I slid off the bed and snatched my
clothing from the chair. I tidied myself in the bathroom, using a washcloth and
warm water. I reapplied lipstick and dabbed the flecks of mascara away under my
eyes. When I emerged, the baldheaded man known as
Cale
was in the room.

“You were a delight.” He handed me
cash. “I was told to pay the whore.” He strode towards the door.

I glanced at the money, feeling numb.
“Wait.” He paused, one hand on the doorknob. “I…need your help with something.”
He glanced at me. “You’re for hire, right? You do this for a job.”

“Yeah, so what?”

“Can I hire you?”

“You can do whatever you want.”

I dug through my purse, grabbing my
phone. “What’s your number?”

“What you got in mind?”

“I…have some bondage I
wanna
do.”

He smiled. “To Mr. Gordon?”

“Um, maybe.”

“He won’t be happy about that.”

“Just
gimme
your number. We’ll worry about the details later.”

Chapter Seven

Patience had never been one of my
virtues, and, as the weeks wore on, I began to despair that the opportunity to exert
some control of my own would never arrive. The clinic was up and running, with
a second on the verge of opening; my sister was on her way home for a visit,
and I found myself nearly insane with expectation…waiting for tonight. I had
received a call two days ago informing me that my wait was over. I was going to
risk everything that I had worked so hard for, including every penny I had left
in my bank account, but I didn’t care.

I knew I was in trouble. My obsession
had reached epic levels, and I was embarrassed to admit all the hours I spent
online watching interviews I had now memorized by heart. Pictures of Mr. Gordon
were burned into my consciousness. I could close my eyes and see him clearly.
An indefinable yearning had manifested in my gut, like an aggressive cancer. It
was eating away at me every day. My dreams were vivid and far too realistic. I
saw myself with him, in what I imagined his apartment to be, his plane or his
car, but most importantly, in his arms. It didn’t matter. None of it mattered.
It would all come true tonight. The limousine picked me up after seven, and I
was ready, feeling anxious, yet excited, to see my plan reach fruition. The
thought of failure was not even a consideration. Tonight would either bring the
end of all that I had worked for or the beginning of something new.

I ascended the steps leading to the
red brick house, the door opening. “Hi, Margaret.”

“Hello, Ms. Fox.”

I smiled, genuinely happy to see her.
I followed the housekeeper to the second floor, my walk of shame leading me to
the doors of the bedroom. I had experienced strange pleasures and fears within
this room, at the mercy of a wealthy and eccentric man, but tonight would be
different. The robe waited for me on the bed, and I undressed quickly, sliding
the silken material over my shoulders. I checked myself in the bathroom, seeing
a woman with shining, expectant eyes.

This is it.

You shouldn’t do this.

Shut up.

He’s going to stop the funding.

I don’t care.

You’re too obsessed, Gretchen. You’re so selfish. What about all those
kids who need medical care? What about that breast cancer drug? So many people
are getting it at a huge discount because of the deal you have with Mr. Gordon.
How could you do that to those sick women?

Shut up!

You’ve lost your damn mind.

Shush! I’m not listening to you.

I left the room feeling slightly
worried now. What if my plan backfired? I had envisioned the scheme ending in
success. Not once had I thought otherwise, but now…alone in the room, I had
second thoughts.

“Hello, Gretchen.”

I spun around at this greeting. He
had never used my first name before. It sounded wonderful on his lips. “H-hi.”
He wore a suit and tie, impeccably dressed, as always. I had learned to read his
body language over the weeks, and I could tell he was relaxed and in good
spirits. How long would that last? I sat on the bed and waited. He took his
seat, eyeing me. An awkward silence followed.

“There’s something different about
you tonight.”

“There is?”

“You’re nervous.”

“How do you know?”

“You seem tense.”

I swallowed, hard. “No.”

“Yes.”

The door opened then, and the men I
had hired entered, their expressions neutral. I had paid them twice their
salary, and I hoped it was enough. I prayed greed would be my gain; it had to
be, or this plan was about to fail.

“What do you want us to do with her?”
asked
Cale
.

“What don’t I?”

I had spoken to
Cale
two days ago, finalizing the arrangements. He was actually a father of two, and
he worked for an escort agency making a solid living.

“How about we mix it up tonight?” he
asked.

Mr. Gordon scratched the side of his
nose. “What do you have in mind?”

“Ladies choice.”

“That’s not an option.”

“You’re sure of yourself, aren’t
you?” I felt emboldened and slightly reckless at that moment.

“What’s going on?” He eyed me warily.
He was no fool. He could sense the shift in power. He stood, reaching into his
pocket, presumably to get his cellphone. In an instant, the men were on him,
grasping his arms. The phone flew across the room, landing on the carpet. “Don’t
you fucking touch me!
”
He fought to gain freedom, his
face a mask of rage.

“The restraints are in the bag,
Gretchen,” said
Cale
.

I vaulted off the bed, unzipping the
duffle bag and retrieving the items we would need to secure Mr. Gordon. I was
nearly giddy with excitement, because the plan had gone perfectly. He struggled
against the men, thrashing and kicking, but their strength far exceeded his
efforts. He was chained to the bed in due course, his wrists and ankles encased
in leather. His feet were secured to the underside, the chains wrapping around
the bottom of the frame.

“I’m going to ruin you!” he spat.

I felt his attention on me, but I was
busy retrieving a pair of scissors from the duffle bag. “Is he good?”

“Should be.”

“You can go now.”

“We’ll wait outside in case you need
us.”

“Fine.” I held the scissors, feeling
a little like a crazed psychopath. I was mildly surprised that he hadn’t
screamed. Margaret was the loose cannon in the situation. We hadn’t planned on
what would happen, if he had the chance to alert her. I eyed my captive, as the
door closed.

“You’re going to pay for this.” His
tone was low and threatening.

“I know.”

“Your clinics are over. You’re
finished.”

I had expected this. “Do whatever you
have to.”

“This turning of the tables is hardly
original.”

“No…but it’s what I want.” I knelt on
the bed, eyeing his pants. I began to cut through the bottoms of the perfectly
tailored clothing. “Now, don’t move or I could hurt you.
”

His look simmered. I felt badly for
him…for about three seconds, and then I let that useless emotion pass. I had
been used for his pleasure for months, and tonight…it was my turn. The material
gave way to reveal his legs, which were covered in a smattering of hair. I
removed his shoes, letting them drop. I managed to pull his socks through the
leather restraints. He fought slightly, trying to kick me, but his movements
were restricted.

“I’m going to sue you. You’ll be
bankrupt by the time I’m done.”

“Good luck. It’s like squeezing
orange juice out of a lemon, Mr. Gordon. I’m broke.”

“You’re going to prison.” I glanced
at him, feeling a moment of doubt. “False imprisonment, kidnapping, emotional
distress. Rape.”

Rape? “Oh, my goodness,” I laughed.
“You poor thing.” I cut away at his pants, freeing an entire leg. I worked on
the other, although he was trying to kick me. “If I cut you, it’s your own damn
fault.”

“You’ve no idea who you’re dealing
with, Ms. Fox. When I say I’ll ruin you, there won’t be anything left. You’ll
have the clothes on your back and nothing else. You forget the tapes. One click
and they’re on the Internet. Say goodbye to your reputation. I’ll let you walk
away free and clear, if you untie me right now.”

I had unbuttoned his shirt and cut
through his jacket. “I don’t care about your threats. I…just want you. I want
to touch you. I want you in me. If tonight’s all I get, I’ll take it.” My words
silenced him. He watched as I cut away the jacket. I pulled it from his body,
exposing his chest. His muscles revealed a dedication to exercise and weight
lifting. His stomach was smattered with hair, the belly rising and falling gently.
He was nearly naked now; his boxers were the only remaining article of clothing
left. The telltale bulge of his cock forced the fabric upwards. I found it
amusing that he could blather on about how he was going to ruin me and send me
to jail, yet everything that I was doing seemed to arouse him.

I tapped the scissors to my mouth.
“Looks like I’m almost done. You’re pretty hot for a billionaire.”

“I’ll take Emily down too. She can
join you in the same cell.”

I leaned over him. “If that makes you
happy, Mr. Gordon.” His dark blue eyes had flecks of gray in them. “Don’t you
want to touch me? I want to touch you.”

“You, fucking crazy bitch.”

His lips were fuller than I expected,
and he smelled like a day at the beach, earthy, yet crisp like freshly washed
linen. “I am crazy. You’re all I think about. I
wanna
know everything about you, but you give me nothing. I know it’s a game to you,
but I can’t stand it anymore. You like to watch me having sex with people.
Don’t you want to touch me?” My hand rested on his chest. “Your heart’s beating
a mile a minute.”

“Don’t mistake anger for lust.”

“There’s a fine line there.”

“You crossed the line. The next time
I see you, you’ll be wearing an orange jumpsuit.”

“You can’t stop me, Mr. Gordon.”

I traced his nipple with the tip of
my finger. “I’m going to touch every last inch of you, and there isn’t a damn
thing you can do about it.” A shot of liquid adrenaline, heady and invigorating,
raced through my system. I loved the control I felt, even if it meant my own
destruction. His look smoldered with anger and need. I read the signals loud and
clear; he was aroused beyond measure. I was going to enjoy every second of his
captivity. I suspected he would to. I leaned towards him, his eyes widening in
alarm. “Kiss me.”