His Indecent Revelations (Bound and Shackled to the Billionaire BDSM Erotic Romance) (9 page)

“Sex slave.” Brian hasn’t stopped laughing.

“ . . . to the first lucky woman I’ll pick.” Caleb jerks his chin at the door of the poker room. “Do you have the balls to take this one on?”

“Balls? You’re talking to me about balls?”

*

“There’s only one way to find out,” Cassie says, grinning. “Go see for yourself. I’ll come with you.”

The brunette holds out her hand. “I’m Melanie.”

Sam gives it a shake. “Samantha. And this is Cassandra.”

“Cassie and she’s Sam.” Cassie rolls her eyes and elbows Sam. “What’s with the formality?”

Melanie says, “This Brian Morton that we’re all talking about . . . he thinks he’s God’s gift to women.”

“So what’s new? He’s a regular prick,” Cassie says.

“With an ego the size of the moon,” Melanie affirms.

The blonde tosses back her drink. “You can say that about his cock,” she slurs.

“But you still want him,” Sam says to Melanie.

She flushes slightly. Then again, it could be due to the martini in her hand. “Just to try him out. You know, to see what the fuss is all about.”

“Like a one night stand?” Sam is aware that her tone has taken on a little disapproving lilt.

“What? You don’t do one night stands?”

“More like a one hour stand,” the blonde throws in. “And we weren’t even standing.”

Sam says carefully, “Well, I sort of want more in a relationship with a man. Sex is just a very small part of it.”

“That’s why she never gets laid,” Cassie remarks. “So tell me more about this Brian. He sounds interesting.”

“You’d say that.” Sam rolls her eyes.

Melanie says, “He sleeps with anything that moves, apparently, but he doesn’t sleep with a woman twice. Ever.”

“It’s his rule,” says Melanie’s brunette friend. “He doesn’t want emotional entanglements.”

“Why not?” Sam asks.

The two brunettes eye each other and shrug.

Melanie says. “Maybe you should ask him yourself.”

“But the man can sure fuck,” the blonde interjects. She’s slumping in her seat now. She quickly downs the rest of her drink before she can lose her balance.

Cassie says, “He does sound like our high school bully. That guy could fuck you in ways you’d never imagine. And he doesn’t even have to use his penis. Only thing . . . I don’t remember him being a dreamboat. Do you, Sam?”

A procession of vivid memories fleet through Sam’s mind. The Brian Morton she knew was a huge kid in eighth grade – a little on the tubby side. Scratch that. He was hulking, overweight, and tall. Towered over everyone at fourteen. Ham-fisted. Sulky, petulant mouth. He was always with his two buddies, Caleb and Norman. He scored surprisingly good grades. Better grades than her, which was something she could never stomach about him.

“Hey, Jaws,” he used to yell at her. “Bitten off someone’s leg yet?”

Then there was that incident with the chalk. Brian Morton drew – with white chalk – a picture of shark teeth encapsulating the words ‘FUCK ME’ on her chair in mirror image. Unsuspecting, she sat upon it. And walked around school the entire day with it imprinted upon her black skirt.

In the smoky atmosphere of the bar, Sam can feel her blood beginning a slow simmer.

She declares, “If I ever see him again, I’ll give him a piece of my mind. It was always me he targeted, never Cassie.”

Cassie chortles. “Give him a piece of your mind? You should do more than that, girl. You should slap his pudgy face.”

Melanie points towards the door of the pool room. “Well, today might be your lucky day. Go get him, if he’s the one you’re looking to decapitate.”

*

“OK, now that we are all agreed on the bets, it’s showdown,” the dealer says.

Brian flips open his two cards. They are a two of diamonds and a five of clubs. He knew he didn’t have a good hand but that wasn’t the point.

He grins. “Bring it on, Cal.”

Caleb opens his cards. They are a king of spades and a jack of spades.

Straight flush.

“Wow,” Brian says. “No wonder you were so confident.”

Caleb is smiling from ear to ear as he grabs the pot of money. A tingle of satisfaction traverses through Brian.

Mission accomplished.

Of course, there’s now that little thing about losing his bet. But he’s confident he would be able to waltz through it easy-peasy. A weekend full of sex (albeit with the same person) may be not be as torturous as it initially sounds. He wouldn’t mind it if she got kinky either. Maybe he could tie her to the bed and go for a smoke when she gets all wet and horny. Or maybe she can tie him to the bed.

He can’t remember the last time he actually spent more than a night with a woman. It must have been in twelfth grade. And he must have been desperate.

Caleb looks up. “Uh oh.”

Brian turns his head to gaze at what his best friend is looking at.

A thundercloud of a woman storms into the poker room. She has a mass of appealing brown curls that make her look blow-dried and ditzy, but nevertheless extremely attractive. She has a cute button nose, so he would guess her age to be under twenty-five. Her complexion is slightly freckled. She gives off the aura of being passionate, robust and healthy – with a clear zest for life.

And her eyes. She has the most incredibly mesmerizing eyes. They are a vivid blue, and so large that he thinks he can drown in them forever.

Careful
, he warns himself.

Oh boy, but she’s so fuckable. He wonders if she would make a pass at him – in which case, he would drag her into the pool room, clear everyone out and fuck her on the table immediately amid all the colored balls rolling around. Hell yeah, he can even imagine the table creaking and groaning under their collective weights. Balls rushing into their pockets everywhere as he sinks himself repeatedly into her.

It’s amazing. He had just fucked somebody a mere hour ago, and he now has a raging hard-on under the table. The familiar rising of his cock sends the entire crotch area of his jeans into massive strain. Enough strain to pop his zipper.

But he can’t help it. Whoever this woman is, she’s just fucking
adorable
.

She’s staring at him.

Great
.

They all do.

Her eyes flash blue fire as she strides up to him, still seated at the poker table. Everyone’s eyes are riveted upon her.

“Brian Morton?” she says.

Behind her, a gaggle of women – including the brunettes who were eyeing him from the bar and the blonde he had just fucked – troop into the room, hanging around the doorway bemusedly to watch.

“Yes?”

“Did you go to St. Theresa Academy? Around thirteen years ago?”

“Give or take a few, yeah.”

She’s very close to him. He can smell her perfume – a light summer scent that brings daisies and bright meadows to mind. He smiles up at her. That cocksure, predatory smile that renders women, so he has been told, weak at the knees.

Oh, she wants him. He can tell.

She says, “Good. Because there’s something I want to give you.”

With that, she draws back her fist and punches him right in the face.

EROTICA BY APHRODITE HUNT

The ‘Bound
and Shackled
to the Billionaire’ series

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His Indecent Demands

His Indecent Desires

His Indecent Secrets

His Indecent Revelations

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Open Your Legs for Me

Blindfolded and Spread-eagled

Thighs Wide Apart

Teacher, Please Spread my Pussy

The Final Initiation

The Initiation: A Bundle of 5 Stories

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Open Your Legs for my Family

Bend Over for my Family

Publicly Display Yourself for Me

Sex Slave at Sea

Paraded before the Billionaires

Sex Slave at the Auction

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Sex Slave to the Dictator

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Prince Miro’s Submission

Prince Miro’s Enslavement

Prince Miro’s Punishment

Prince Miro’s Escape

Prince Miro’s Final Confrontation

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The Royal Captive: Vol 4 to 6

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I was a Naughty Nymphomaniac

Officer, Please Spread and Cuff Me

Gang Banged by the Chain Gang

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Trapped with Sex-Starved Aliens 2

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When He’s Inside You

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