Poor Little Rich Girl (reluctant teen billionaire breeding)

Poor Little Rich Girl

Scarlett Skyes

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Author's note: All characters depicted
in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

I had my very own credit card, I
still couldn’t believe it. That day had been one of the most
liberating of my entire life. Having grown up poor, I had never
bought so many clothes all at once, and never from such expensive
stores either. All day I had felt like I was in a movie montage,
drawing back the curtain of the dressing room and parading various
outfits with my new friends.

At my old school I had to
content myself with a life of near invisibility. I wasn’t a geek or
a cheerleader, or a sports star or anything that stood out. I was
just the poor girl that nobody paid any attention to. I say I was
content because I saw, in some of my classmates and ‘economic
peers’, the alternative. Suffice to say I was incredibly thankful
to my Mom who, although she didn’t make much money, she at least
made sure I was fed, clean and well-groomed. I’d take invisibility
over relentless taunting any day of the week, cause high school
kids are fuckin’ assholes, man.

Everything changed in the blink
of an eye though. My Mom, who worked as a receptionist, somehow
caught the eye of quasi-celebrity billionaire and notoriously
shrewd businessman Mason Alexander and entered into a crazy
whirlwind romance. Nobody could have guessed that it would lead to
marriage. I still found it hard to imagine, my Mom sitting there in
her soul-destroying job at the front desk wearing clothes even
cheaper than mine and nothing to brighten her desk but a picture of
me when, all of a sudden, Mason Alexander strides in for his
appointment with her bosses.

The next
thing I knew, they were getting married and we moved out to
California. I was able to make a fresh start at a new school,
totally reinvent myself with the help of all the make-overs and
clothes that my credit card could fund. It had a monthly limit of
fifty thousand dollars, but I had been told that if I abused it
then it would be taken away from me, if I spent fifty thousand
dollars it had better be an emergency. As far as I was concerned
the limit might as well have been a squillion bajillion dollars, I
was used to a budget of nothing and couldn’t imagine spending
anywhere near that much. In a
month
.

I didn’t have
many friends at my old school but on my very first day at school in
California, when I nervously walked into my home room, a group of
girls noticed my designer clothing and I was almost instantly
accepted into the coolest little clique, once they had determined
that I wasn’t ‘rich but crazy’ at the very least. They thought my
small-town-girl sensibilities were
adorable
and, with their help I was quickly educated
in the social hierarchy. Basically even the
cheerleaders
wanted to be us and it wasn’t long before the most popular boys in
school were asking me out on dates.
Me
!

It’s safe to say I was pretty
much floating on a cloud of delirious happiness, but when I turned
eighteen things began to get a little…
weird
at home. Mason
Alexander was a busy man, I guess you don’t get to be a billionaire
by being a lazy asshole, so he was away a lot. When he
was
around, I guess you could say he was a bit distant towards me. Not
mean or anything, just… careful with what he said I guess. I tried
to be as nice as I could, he had changed our lives after all, but I
got used to the status quo I suppose, I stayed out of his way and
he kept the credit card paid off.

So imagine my surprise when,
about a week after my eighteenth birthday, Mason told me that he
wanted me to start calling him ‘Daddy’. My Mom, Mason and I were
sitting around a table eating a nice dinner prepared by Mason’s
personal chef when this little bomb was dropped. I paused mid-chew,
not knowing what to say, and looked towards my Mom with a raised
eyebrow. She looked back at me with a look of
Don’t-You-Dare-Argue-About-This in her eye that reminded me of the
time when I was six and had informed her about my intention to
experiment with a lighter and the curtains.

What could I do? I was just a
teenager versus the two most powerful people in my life. I chewed
my food twice more, swallowed and turned back to Mason.

“O…OK… Daddy.”

And so it began. I saw that fire
in his eye that very first time I called him Daddy, like I was a
tasty piece of food that he was going to eat up in one great big
gulp, but I couldn’t deny that it made me feel a bit hot and
bothered… in a good way, like when the captain of the football team
had asked me out on a date earlier that day. I’d said yes and
that’s why my friends and I had gone on shopping spree, to
celebrate.

That look on Mason’s face,
though, I couldn’t get it out of my head. The man had such
presence
, such a powerful aura, that it was easy to see why
he had done so well in business… how do you say no to a man like
that? Try as I might I found it difficult to even think of John,
the football captain, and over the next few days I found myself
searching out opportunities to use Mason’s new ‘Daddy’ title in
casual conversation, just to see that look on his face again. It
became almost second nature to me very quickly.

“Do you like this outfit,
Daddy?”

“Can I buy a car, Daddy?”

The thrill of Mason’s attention
did wane a bit, though never completely, and eventually on a Friday
night I managed to bring my mind back to the here and now, namely
John and how the following evening I could very well be losing my
virginity in the back seat of his car. It was a perfectly normal
thing for an eighteen year old girl to be daydreaming about and I
was certainly having fun just lying on my bed thinking about it as
I listened to some music. What I most certainly didn’t expect was
that I had been on Mason’s mind too.

My Mom had told me she was
leaving for a ladies night out and left me with the cryptic
instruction to ‘do whatever Mason says’ as if I’d made a habit of
being rebellious or difficult. I’d spent all afternoon after school
with my friends at the mall, them helping me get ready for my date
the following night. They’d even convinced me to do something I’d
never even considered before.

I’d been naturally apprehensive
about getting my first ever full Brazilian wax, and rightfully so.
It had stung like you wouldn’t believe getting that done, but now I
was glad I’d done it. In fact, I’d been sneaking a hand inside my
panties at every opportunity just to feel how silky smooth I was.
My friends had said that’s exactly what they’d done when they first
got their Brazilians but they told me not to get too excited, to
not get myself off, to save myself for John the next night so I’d
be on the edge of my seat and ready to ‘go’.

Little did I know how difficult
that would be. My newly-bare pussy felt so different, so fantastic…
and when my fingers were already right by my clit it was almost
impossible to not give myself the occasional flick. I forced myself
to have a cold shower and go to bed early, hoping to sleep away as
much of my horniness as I could, desperately trying to save all my
sexual energy for my big date.

It didn’t
help. The cold water had made my nipples rock hard and the way they
rubbed at the soft material of the white tank top I used for
pyjamas was driving me wild. I lay tossing and turning under the
covers in bed, every move I made seemed to send tingling sensations
from my bare mound to my clit and from there all over my body.
Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and slipped a hand under the
elastic of the satin boxer shorts I’d discovered were
really
comfortable to sleep
in.

My fingertips slid across the
smooth surface of my pubic mound until I slowly pushed my middle
one across the excited bump of my clit, sending a spark of pleasure
shooting up my spine. I pushed further, feeling the folds of my
pretty pink pussy envelop my finger with moist warmth. Holy crap, I
was as wet as if I’d been playing with my vibrator for a while,
another one of my more recent purchases.

With a massive effort of
willpower, I dragged my hand back from my sex, ‘accidentally’
caressing my clit on the way out. Unfortunately, much like a
lifelong smoker that suddenly notices a lit cigarette in their hand
when they swore they were trying to quit, I soon found my hand back
between my legs without even thinking about it.

I couldn’t help it, and as I
became more excited my pussy began seeping my sweet nectar even
more freely. I was perilously close to an orgasm, a wet patch
spreading under my ass as I moaned happily in my bed. That’s when I
heard a throat being cleared and I looked over to see Mason leaning
casually against the frame of my door as if I wasn’t blatantly
masturbating in front of him.

“Daddy! Knock!”

“I did, Tiffany, but you
obviously didn’t hear me. You were a bit busy.”

Mason strode through my room
like my personal space meant nothing to him and sat on the edge of
my bed with that same look in his eye. I hadn’t even realised I’d
called him Daddy again until then, it had become so natural to me.
I had no idea what to say or do, I had been so close to cumming
that I could feel my legs quivering under my covers, which I was
clutching tightly over myself as if I was afraid he would pull them
back and disapprove of the wet patch I had made or something.

My pussy was crying out for
attention, which made it difficult to think straight, it wasn’t
fair! I had been so
close
!

“Is there something you wanted?”
I asked.

“Good question, Tiffany. I’ve
come for what’s mine.”

“What does that mean?”

“It’s time you knew about the
little arrangement I have with your Mother.”

Mason leaned over, so close that
I thought he was going to kiss me as I lay there. The subtle scent
of his cologne wafted over me like a warm breeze. The bottle it had
come from potentially cost more than the apartment my Mom and I
used to live in and I was unable to stop myself from inhaling his
wonderful smell deeply. Something about the aroma helped calm my
nerves, until he started talking again that is.

“When I married your Mother, I
told her that you were part of the deal.”

“Part of the deal?”

His face was so close to mine, I
was fighting against my instinct to just raise my lips to his and
kiss him. I couldn’t, this was my Mom’s husband… my
Daddy
. I
was so enthralled by his handsome features that I didn’t even
notice his hand sneaking under the blanket until I felt it come to
rest on my upper thigh.

“Did you think someone like your
Mother would be enough for me? She’s great, but you’re really
something special. I knew from the moment I saw you that with the
right clothes and a shot of confidence you’d turn heads wherever
you went. I was right.”

“I’m… special?”

“Yes, Tiffany, you’re a special
girl. You can save your Mom’s marriage, save your comfortable new
life with all the doors held open for you. You just need to give me
what I want.”

I began breathing heavier, so
confused by the situation, so desperately horny, every muscle in my
body just barely being held back from reaching out to him.

“What do you want, Daddy?”

Mason didn’t answer, instead I
felt his warm hand slide up my thigh until his fingertips slipped
inside the loose leg hole of my boxer shorts and before I knew it
he was cupping my ass cheek and I had my answer. He wanted to fuck
me.

“But… I’ve never… “

“Shhhh, I know. That makes you
all the more special, Tiffany.”

“But what if I’m not… you know…
any good?”

“You’ll be amazing…”

“What about Mom?”

“She knows the deal, she wants
this life for you as much as you do. All the opportunities she
couldn’t afford to give you, all the respect you deserved… it’s all
yours now. You just need to give me what I want.”

“I… I… OK… what do I do?”