Carnal Carnivàle ~ Amber: A BDSM Billionaire Novella

Carnal Carnivàle ~ Amber

A BDSM Billionaire Novella

By Caelia Portier

Copyright 2015 Love Bones Publishing

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Adult Content Warning: This work contains adult content for those aged eighteen (18) or older only. It contains sexually explicit scenes and language, not for the weak of heart, which may be considered offensive. If you consider these subject matters offensive, please do not read any further. All sexually active characters depicted in this work are aged eighteen (18) or older, unrelated by blood, and are consenting adults.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s wild imagination and/or are entirely fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is purely coincidental.

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Carnal Carnivàle ~ Amber

A BDSM Billionaire Novella

“Are you in, or not?” Vincent asked. He'd been trying to convince me to attend one of his wild sex parties all year, and showed no signs of giving up. I'd never been to a sex party before, and wasn't sure if I'd like it.

I held my phone up, and looked at Vincent's image. “What about next time?” I suggested. “I'm thinking about flying to Miami in the morning.”

“Forget about Miami, Amber. This party is better than anything Miami has to offer.”

“Don't you have at least one party every week?”

“I only throw
this
party once every two years. I'm telling you, you don't want to miss this one.”

I thought about it, and decided Miami could wait for a couple of days. The hot guys would still be there. so would the sun. so would the sand.

“Yea, count me in,” I finally said.

“You'll come?”

“Yes.”

Vincent chuckled. “That's great. I finally convinced you to come to one of my parties, and it's going to be the biggest one I've ever had. Honestly, after you come to
this
party, the others will seem lame.”

I snickered. “I'm sure they're all great parties, Vee.”

“No, Amber,” Vincent said, sounding very serious, “this party is going to blow your
fucking
mind. Be prepared.”

Vincent ended the connection, leaving me with a nervous tension in my stomach.

Maybe I should still go to Miami,
I thought.

I took a shot of brandy to ease my nerves, and got ready. I wore all black, even black lipstick, which I rarely do. Vincent had warned me about the party's BDSM theme, and I wanted to fit in.

I wore a black thong under a black dress, and black high heels. I laughed, and thought about wearing an orange vest, just in case oncoming cars couldn't see me at night.

I looked at my butt in my full-length bedroom mirror, and thought,
they'd be blind, not to notice an ass like mine.

My phone vibrated, and I answered.

“Someone's there to pick you up, whenever you're ready,” Vincent said.

“You sent someone to pick me up?” I asked. “Why?”

“I told you, Amber, my parties are fucking amazing. You didn't think I was going to make you drive
yourself,
did you?”

“Well, yea, I guess I did,” I admitted.

“Not a chance. See you when you get here,” Vincent said, and ended the call.

I took one last look at myself in the mirror, liked what I saw, and walked out of my house.

Parked in front of my house, was something I'd never seen before. It was a stretch limo, but it looked like a Dodge Charger.

A stretch…Charger? That's awesome!

The driver got out of the car. He was tall, attractive, and black.

“Good evening, Miss Townsend,” he said.

“Amber's fine,” I said, and walked over to him. “Your car is amazing.”

“It's
your
car for the night,” he said. “Mr. Davenport likes to send limos for his guests, but he wanted to do something special for you. Since you like Dodge Chargers, he sent you a Dodge Charger limo.”

I ran my hands across the side of the car. “Vincent remembered that?”

“I guess he did, Miss...er, I mean, Amber.”

“That was so long ago, when I told him that. I'm surprised that he remembered.” I looked at the driver. “And you’re my Chauffeur?”

“That's right, Amber.”

“What's your name?” I asked. “Not Mr. This, or Mr. That, but what's your first name?”

He laughed. “Jamal.”

“Nice to meet you, Jamal,” I said, and held out my hand.

Jamal kissed the top of my hand. “The pleasure is all mine,” he said.

I blushed.

Jamal opened the door for me, and I climbed in. I noticed him take his cap off. He held it, and looked at it nervously, as he stood next to the door.

“Was there something else?” I asked.

“Mr. Davenport wanted me to offer you something to relax you. Anything at all, Miss, um, Amber.”

“Are you talking about drugs?”

“No, no, nothing like that,” he said, and sat down next to me, in the car. “Expensive champagne, wine...” He paused, and then looked at his lap. He took my hand, and placed it on his crotch. “Anything.”

Jamal’s dick was huge,
and
hard. I wanted it.

“Mm, gracious. But it's…
so big
,” I said, wide-eyed.

“It's yours if you want it, Miss Amber.”

“No need to be so polite, Jamal. I think we can consider ourselves friends now.”

“I agree,” he said, and unbuckled his belt.

I got down in the floor, unzipped his pants, and struggled to pull his enormous black cock out. Finally, I succeeded. I held my forearm up to it, and saw that they matched in size.

“You're
huge
,” I said. “I don’t even know if—”

“Yea, that big dick should loosen you up really good for Mr. Davenport's party.” Jamal looked down at me lasciviously.

I slapped Jamal's cock against my tongue. “Are you
sure
this is what Vincent wanted?”

“Mr. Davenport was very clear about my orders.”

I sucked the head of Jamal's cock, and flicked my tongue in circles around the tip.

“Are you going to put that big, black cock in my pussy?”

“Fuck,” Jamal said, “I hope that's what you want. I'm supposed to do what you tell me.”

“That's what I want,” I said, and put as much cock as I could fit into my mouth. I could only go about halfway down, and that was pushing as hard as I could.

Jamal eased his pants down to his ankles.

“Come on up here, girl,” he said. “Climb on top of me.”

I turned around, and lifted my dress. I slid my ass against Jamal's big cock, and pushed myself against him. He had to lift me up, just to get me over it. When my back was against his chest, he slapped his cock against my smooth, wet pussy.

I kissed him, and whispered, “Put it in.
Please
.”

Jamal lifted my butt up to his chest; it was the only way he could get the tip of his cock into my pussy.
He forced the head of his cock into my pussy, and it finally popped in.

“Oh!” I shouted. “That's good, though. Be easy, but keep going.”

He slowly let my body fall from his chest, down to his stomach, and pushed his cock deeper into my pussy.

“
That's good dick,
” I moaned. I twisted myself further down his thick shaft.

Jamal grunted, and grabbed my ass. He lifted me, and lowered me, taking caution not to hurt me.

“That's some good pussy, too,” Jamal said.

“My pussy is full of your cock.”

He dropped me even further.

“
Ouch,
” I yelped, and laughed. “Okay, that might have been a little
too
far.”

“Sorry, Amber,” Jamal said, and lifted me.

“Don't stop fucking me!” I demanded.

Jamal kept fucking me, and I thought I might pass out from the extreme size of his dick.

“Hold me still,” I said.

Jamal held me in place. My feet were standing on his inner thighs, and the head of Jamal's cock was the only part that was still inside of me. My ass was in Jamal's face. He took full advantage of the opportunity, and licked my tight little asshole. I rubbed my clit until I squirted all over the interior of the limo.

“
Fuuuck,
” I groaned. I kept rubbing my clit, and my body shook from the intensity of the orgasm.

I fell to the side, trying not to collapse on top of Jamal's dick.

“Damn, Amber,” Jamal said, and knelt over me. “I'm gonna cum, too.”

“Not on the dress,” I said, even though he didn't have much of a choice. Thinking quickly, I unlocked the door, and pushed it open. I wanted Jamal to squirt his cum outside to save my dress from stains.

Instead, his big cock entered through my lips, stretching them as wide as they would go, and filled my mouth with his cum. It was too much. I gagged, pulled myself to the edge of the limo, and spit onto the pavement.

Jamal scooted forward, pulled my hair to one side, and shot another load of cum onto the side of my face.

I gasped for air, and felt the floodgates between my legs open a second time. I came all over the seats while Jamal smacked his huge cock against my cum-spattered face.

I rolled over to lie on my back, and stroked the last drops of cum from his cock, licking them up as they appeared.

“Oh,
fuck,
” I moaned.

“And you're just getting started,” Jamal reminded me.

I laughed. “I might not have anything left for the party.”

“That depends. If you like rough sex, that's the place to be. You'll stay turned on there, if you like it rough.”

“I like it rough, but I've never been to a bondage-themed party before,” I admitted.

Jamal shook his head, and pulled his pants up. “It's not a theme,” he said. “There's real bondage and sadomasochism, and that's putting it…
lightly
.”

“Seriously?” My stomach tightened.

“Mr. Davenport's parties are hardcore. You better be prepared.”

I looked at Jamal's crotch. “I thought that's what
you
were for.”

He laughed. “Not even
my
dick is big enough to prepare you for what you're going to see, tonight.”

Jamal helped me clean up, and climbed out of the backseats.

“You're a little more relaxed, though, right?” he asked.

“Not really,” I said. “I thought it was just a theme, so now I'm even more nervous.”

Jamal nodded. “If you're not comfortable with it, maybe you shouldn't go. I'm sure Mr. Davenport would understand.”

“No, he's been trying to get me to go to one of his parties for a long time. I'd feel bad to stand him up, especially after he sent me this Charger limo,
and
an attractive, well-hung, chauffeur. Besides, I like sex and bondage. I'm sure I'll love it.”

“Okay, then,” Jamal said. It felt like he was saying
have it your way
.

He looked at the sky. “I hope he's going to keep the party inside, this time. It looks like there's a bad storm on the way.” He looked at me. “Whatever happens at the party, you be safe.”

“I will,” I said, but wondered if that was the truth. I had a funny way of doing things for the sake of excitement.

Jamal shut the door, and walked back to the driver's seat. He started the limo. It roared to life, and I was on my way to Vincent Davenport's Biannual BDSM Sex Party.