Bought: A Billionaire Romance (11 page)

He starts off slow, teasing me with the prospect of the pleasure he knows he can give me. I gasp as his fingers brush lightly against my clit sending tendrils of electricity through me. I pull myself closer to him, my nipples sliding against his wet body.

“Have you ever had sex in a hot tub before?” says Kyan.

“No,” I breathe as his fingers thrill me again.

Kyan puts his big arms around me and drags my body through the tub.
What is he doing?
I wonder. Then it all becomes clear.

He positions me in front of one of the tub’s jets, legs apart, the water rushing against me. Sometimes I spend a long time in the shower with the head set on ‘massage’, but this feels a thousand times better. After only a few moments I can feel that familiar tension building inside: the need for release.

My fingers are still wrapped around Kyan’s cock but I can hardly focus on him right now. He is next to me, supporting my body so that I feel weightless in the water and he kisses me again. It’s like my body isn’t even here, all I can feel is his lips and the ecstasy between my legs.

I let out a moan as the pressure builds inside me. The jet is constant and unyielding against my pussy and it can only be a couple of minutes before my back is arching and I’m pushing my body into Kyan’s chest, shuddering as a tsunami of pleasure washes through me.

Kyan moves me back to the side of the pool and rests me on the ledge. I am breathless and gasping but I want more. I want him. I can tell that watching me cum has driven him wild.

We kiss and he holds me close to him until I’m less sensitive, then his expert fingers ascend my thigh again.

“How do you like the hot tub?” he asks me.

“Now I know why rich people like them so much,” I reply with a contented smile.

Kyan is teasing me again and it isn’t long before the ache at my core has returned.

“I want you,” I say between breaths, “I want you to fuck me.”

He doesn’t need a lot of encouragement. I’ve hardly got the words out of my mouth before his cock is there between my legs, gently pressing against my pussy.

I grasp the shaft of his cock and guide it slowly inside me, gently spreading me. He’s huge and I can feel him filling me before the tip is even fully inside me.

“Fuck,” exclaims Kyan in a guttural tone, “you feel incredible.”

He pushes through my tightness gently, spreading me, filling me with the warmth of his cock. It’s so long since I felt a man inside me and it feels incredible. Once he’s fully inside me he stops moving and kisses me. It’s like there aren’t two people anymore, just one entity enthralled by itself, a slave to its own pleasure.

“Fuck me,” I whisper to him, desperate to feel him sliding in out of me.

He obliges immediately. Holding me in the water so that I feel almost weightless he fucks me, slowly at first but getting faster as we groan and gasp together.

His hips slam into me again and again but the water cushions his power. My face is buried against his chest, gasping into him as he pounds me again and again. I feel one of his hands move up and bury itself in my hair at the root, yanking my head back so he can kiss my mouth.

I can feel a warmth spreading through me and I start to gyrate my hips against his body, Tingling. Shaking. Unstoppable earthquakes rock me while we kiss. I cling to Kyan for dear life and he shouts with bestial pleasure when my pussy clenches around his cock, its hardness filling me with indescribable joy. His thrusts start to slow as he enjoys my tightness. Then he’s moving faster again eager to cum.

“I want you to cum. Cum inside me,” I tell him.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m gonna cum,” he roars.

He didn’t even need to tell me, I can feel his legs and arms shake as he squeezes me. I’ve never felt this close to another person as he almost crushes me in the moment of his ecstasy.

I feel his cock begin to pulse inside me, filling me with his hot seed while he cries out with pleasure.

We kiss again, hot and breathless, floating together.

I check the clock by the bed: 8:00am. Still two hours before our flight back. We’ll need to get up soon if we’re going to make it to the airport on time.

I look over at the sleeping form of Clara next to me, her arm and leg stretched out across me. I’m glad Mira booked her a good room because I ended up not using mine at all. Still, next trip maybe we can save a few hundred dollars by sharing.

Last night was incredible. For a long time, girls have practically been throwing themselves at me. I’ve been able to get whatever woman I wanted when I wanted. Clara was different. All that build up just made me want it more and, when I got it, it was amazing.

Clara’s chest rises and falls. She continues to dream peacefully.
What are you doing, you idiot?
says a nagging voice in the back of my head,
you spent the night? Is she going to be your girlfriend or something now?

I’ve spent my entire adult life avoiding serious relationships. The people who get close to me always end up with broken hearts. Looking over at Clara now though I know I don’t want that to happen to her. I can’t let it happen.

Last night was the closest I’ve felt to anyone in…well… forever. The honesty of both of us finally giving in to what we wanted felt unbelievable, and we weren’t even drunk this time. I don’t know what the future holds but all I can think of is that I want to be close to Clara and I’m pretty sure she wants to be close to me.

Damn, this is stupid. One night together and you’re all soppy? You’re no different from all those girls you’ve kicked to the curb for being too needy over the years.

“Clara,” I whisper, “wake up.”

She opens her eyes and just looks at me for a moment, taking in the fact that I’m in her bed, naked, and so is she. I can see the memories of the night coming back to her, all the things we did, the pleasure we experienced.

“Morning,” she groans and pulls herself closer to me, burying her head in my chest to escape the sunlight that’s pouring in through the room’s large window. I guess we forgot to close the shades last night.

I put my arm around her and hold her against me. Somehow it just feels…right.

“I need a shower,” she moans.

“Me too. How about we save some water and shower together, eco-warrior?”

“OK,” laughs Clara, “You know I’m all about saving the environment.”

****

Two hours later we’re walking up the steps my jet. Occasionally we glance at each other and smile as we remember the hot tub…and the bed…and the shower. I feel like I’m a teenager again and we’re in our own little world that nobody else knows about.

Pull it together Kyan, you’re the head of a multi-billion dollar business and she’s your employee!

We take our seats and get ready for take-off. As we leave the runway I feel her small hand on mine.

“Fourteen hours until we get back,” I say, “are you going to sleep the whole way again?”

“No. I slept well last night, even though someone did their best to keep me up,” replies Clara.

“Good. Hopefully, this journey won’t be as boring then.”

“Got any ideas how to make it interesting?” asks Clara.

“I can think of a few. Did you know there’s a bedroom on board?”

“You did WHAT!?” screeches Kelly with excitement.

It was late by the time we got back, so Kyan had his car drop me off at my apartment. Kelly was watching out the window as I kissed him goodbye so, of course, I was barraged with questions the moment I opened the door.

“We slept together.”

“Wow am I glad I didn’t take that shift tonight, otherwise I would have missed out on all this gossip!” squeals Kelly, “So, start at the beginning and tell me everything, and I mean EVERYTHING.”

I blush before I even begin to tell Kelly about what happened in Beijing but she sits enraptured while I talk, even though I leave out some of the more graphic details. I’m just not quite as open to talking about my love life as she is.

“And he spent the night in your room?” asks Kelly.

“Yeah.”

“Without you even asking him to?”

“We just kind of…fell asleep in each other’s arms.”             

“That is soooo romantic! This is amazing. I knew right from when we met him in that bar that this would happen,” says Kelly, “So have you guys spoken about what this means? Like, is he your
boyfriend
now?”

I was just enjoying it all so much that I hadn’t really thought about what it means for our relationship. Now that he isn’t with me, I can’t stop thinking about him and I can’t stop wondering about whether he’s thinking of me.

“I…I don’t know. We didn’t really talk about anything like that,” I say.

“That doesn’t matter. He spent the night in your room: he’s
so
into you. I mean, he’s got this reputation as a man slut but he’s so obviously into you. I guess you tamed him, Clara Young.”

I know all about Kyan’s reputation but it didn’t do anything to hold me back last night…and this morning…and then again on the plane. Even Mira’s warning did nothing to stop me.

“I don’t know. Whatever happens, I just think I deserve a bit of fun.”

“You’re telling me. I can’t even remember the last time you even went on a date.”

I throw myself down on our living room’s soft sofa. It feels good to be back in my own home after the wild couple of days I’ve had.

“So,” says Kelly sinking onto the sofa next to me, “does he have any hot billionaire friends to introduce me to?”
 

After saying goodbye to Clara I go straight home. I’m exhausted—she really wore me out. Watching the lights of the city through the window of the car I can’t help but think of her and wonder if she’s thinking of me too.

When I open the door to my apartment and flick on the light it feels strangely empty. I make my way to the spacious, open-plan living area and flop onto the long, brown leather sofa. The huge window that takes up almost the entire outside wall of the room lets me look out across the city. I try to pick out Clara’s apartment block but after a while, I give up, it’s just one twinkling star in the galaxy that is this city.

Looking around I realize that my apartment doesn’t just feel empty, it IS empty. Between the fashionable, expensive furniture and the cool minimalist design—apart from the half-empty bottle of expensive whiskey on my coffee table—there’s nothing to suggest that anyone actually lives here. Perhaps that’s the truth, nobody really does live here. Where are the ornaments and the pictures of friends and family? Where are the curios picked up on holidays with loved ones which, when viewed or touched, evoke the joyful memories of a life well-lived?

Anybody who visits me here is instantly envious of my lifestyle. This apartment is awesome, don’t get me wrong, but it’s like all the luxury hotels I’ve ever stayed in. Beautiful, but where’s the soul? Nice to visit, but could you live with it?

This apartment…it’s just like me.
             

I pick up my phone and start typing a text to Clara. Nothing meaningful or important, just chat, telling her she wore me out and asking her if she’s tired too. I delete it when I realize how pathetic and needy it looks, how not ‘Kyan Ellis’ it is to text a girl immediately after sleeping with her.

For some reason, I don’t feel like I want to be so ‘Kyan Ellis’ anymore.

My eyes are starting to close but I don’t find it. Eventually, I drift off to sleep, still fully clothed on a sofa in an empty apartment.

I’m lounging on the soft, white sand of a deserted beach in front of a perfect blue sea with Kyan beside me when a distant beeping starts getting gradually closer.

I open my eyes and realize it was just a dream. Slamming my hand on the alarm clock until the noise finally stops I look around and it takes me a few moments to realize I’m not in my bed.

I’m in Kyan’s apartment. I’m in Kyan’s bed. Even after a month where I’ve spent as much time at his place as I have at mine I still haven’t quite gotten used to it. It just feels so weird to be here.

The bed next to me is empty so I get up and walk through the place. The light pouring in through the huge window in the living room hurts my eyes but I quickly get used to it. The apartment is empty. A sense of mild panic comes over me.

Get a grip, Clara, he’s probably just out for a run or something.

When I pick up my phone to text him I notice he’s already sent me a message:

Babe, had to go into the office early

for a meeting. See you when you get here. X

Urgh, ‘babe’
. I roll my eyes. The first time he called me babe I told him I didn’t like it, that it felt a bit demeaning. Now he keeps doing it just to tease me. Secretly though I do quite like it. I’m his babe. Kyan Ellis, one of the world’s youngest, hottest billionaires thinks I’m a babe.

I walk through the living room and around the short dividing wall to the kitchen. The open plan design of this place is beautiful. It makes the penthouse apartment feel even bigger than it already is. I grab a mug from the collection of identical white mugs and get some coffee from the gleaming, chrome espresso machine.

I wonder why Kyan would have had to go to work so early while I sip my coffee and sit, sun-drenched, in front of the massive window. Looking down on the city from up here makes it all seem so small. I can see the offices of Ellis Energy where I’ll need to be in an hour or so.

Once I’ve showered and dressed it’s time to leave for work. I keep some clothes at Kyan’s now for when I stay round, which is most of the time. I’ve even got my own drawer in his dresser.

“Are you moving in one pair of panties at a time?” he said when he would find my clothes lying around the place. That’s why he gave me my own drawer.

On the way out I touch the head of the dog statue I got for Kyan a couple of weeks ago when we went to the flea market. I know he loves dogs and he mentioned having a retriever as a kid but he can’t really keep one in his apartment. When I saw the statue of the retriever, cheesy and tasteless though it may be, I had to get it for him.

“Bye, Yeller, be a good boy while I’m out,” I say to the statue as I leave. It doesn’t really go with the minimalist chic décor of Kyan’s place, but I think he loves it just the same.

****

I dump my bag on the desk and walk towards Kyan’s office. It’s been hours since he got here, he must be done in his early meeting by now. I’m curious to find out what it was about.

“Kyan’s still in a meeting, Sweetie,” says Mira from her desk as I approach Kyan’s office.

“Oh,” I reply, “Do you know when he’ll be done?”

“Not sure. He was in there when I arrived.”

“Do you know who the meeting is with?”

“Well…I mean…I didn’t want to pry,” says Mira.

That’s odd. Mira didn’t want to pry? That’s not very like her. She’s hiding something. I’m sure now that there’s something weird going on.

I go back and sit down at my desk to wait. Luckily I can see the door to Kyan’s office from my desk. Unfortunately, I can’t concentrate on my work at all because I feel the urge to look up every few seconds to see if anyone is leaving the room.

It’s at least half an hour before the door finally opens. I was a bit concerned before but now I feel a knot of worry in my stomach. Stupid, irrational worry.

You don’t want to be THAT girl, Clara. You’ve been seeing him a month, you’ve had the talk about being exclusive. You have to trust him.

There in the doorway is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. She looks like a group of horny scientists got together in a lab and designed the hottest woman they could imagine.

She’s tall, easily 5’11, with legs that are so long they make mine look like weird stubby stumps. Her blonde hair cascades in waves to her slim, tanned shoulders and she walks in her expensive-looking high heels with a confidence that makes it seem like she owns everyone and everything around her. I am awestruck.

Most of all, I’m really jealous.

I know it’s stupid and irrational. But why wouldn’t he tell me about this meeting? Why keep it secret? Why is Mira acting so weird? I know I trust Kyan and there has to be a rational explanation but right now all I can think about is how my playboy billionaire boyfriend MUST be fucking this girl.

I wait a few minutes to calm down before I approach his office. I know I’m just being irrational and I don’t want to come across as needy.

“Hi,” I say as I let myself into Kyan’s office in a voice that sounds just a little too high-pitched.

“Hi,” says Kyan, “Sorry I left so early this morning, just had to get to this meeting.”

“Yeah. Weird that you didn’t mention it before.”

“I know, I just totally forgot about it until this morning.”

There’s a pause while I try to think of some tactful way to get him to tell me about the meeting. In the end, I give up and just ask him.

“So, who is she?”

Kyan smiles and leans back in his chair. “Are you…jealous, Clara?”

I want to shout at him.
Of course, I’m jealous. You just left me in your bed to go to a meeting you hadn’t told me about with a woman who is so beautiful even I, a straight girl, would consider leaving you for her!

“Me? Jealous? I don’t think so,” I reply with a casual smile.

“Her name is Amalia. She’s an old friend and she was in town on short notice and wanted to meet.”

Amalia. That name…I’ve heard it before.

“So it wasn’t a business meeting?”

“It was. She’s very wealthy and wanted to discuss her investments with me.”

“So you offer personal financial advice now?”

Kyan gets up from behind his desk and moves over to me, putting his arms around me. I embrace him back and we kiss before I look around nervously to check the door is closed. If the other employees know I’m seeing Kyan I’ll be a pariah.

“You know, Clara, you really have no need to be jealous,” say Kyan, “It’s true, we used to date but we’ve been broken up a long time. She’s just an old friend who needed some advice. That’s all.”

The soft honesty of his eyes convinces me he’s telling the truth. I don’t know why I doubted him.

****

“Hello, stranger!” says Kelly when I walk into our apartment for the first time in a week, “had a nice week with your lover?”

“Feels great to be home. Do you ever go to work?” I reply.

“Night off. So, give me all the gossip. I suppose you’ve only come back because you’re exhausted from making love all night and finally need some sleep?”

I know that she’s joking, but it’s not far from the truth. All that squash seems have given Kyan a stamina that I struggle to keep up with after five nights.

“Of course not. We’re waiting until marriage.”

Kelly snorts with laughter. “There’s no way I’d believe that. Even a nun wouldn’t be able to resist if she was in the same bed as that hunk of burning man-flesh,” she says, “So have you had ‘the talk’ yet?”

“Yeah, he brought it up over dinner a few nights ago. Just said he officially wants us to be exclusive if I hadn’t worked that out already.”

“Wait, he just came out and said that?” says Kelly with raised eyebrows, “I was joking when I said I thought you’d tamed him but maybe I was right.”

“I don’t know. This morning he left me alone in his apartment to go meet this ridiculously hot ex of his. Amalia, I think he said her name was.”

“Amalia. The princess?”

That’s where I had heard her name before. Not only is she rich and beautiful but she’s a member of some European royal family.

“Yes! That’s why I recognized the name.”

“Well, I don’t think you have anything to worry about. It sounds like Kyan is really taken with you.”

I hope you’re right, Kelly.