Romance: The Billionaires Collection (Watched By A Billionaire, Stranded With A Billionaire, Caught By A Billionaire, Billionaire Stepbrother) (24 page)

So I sit, my legs closed tight, and wait for him to tell
me what to do next. Now, with my own blood coursing with scotch and
wine, I'm happy for his orders. Happy he's the one telling me just
what to do and when to do it. If he wasn't, I might have found myself
lost, not knowing quite how to behave, as if my long barren spell has
turned me back into a virgin.

Still, Sage sits in the shadows, unmoving.

“
Open your legs wide,” he says.

My pulse leaps, and I slowly, sensually, uncross my legs
and spread them open.

“
Wider.”

I'm agile, and flexible, and clearly he knows it. Soon
my legs are completely open and my pussy on full display, neat and
cleanly shaven.

“
Play with yourself,” comes the next order.

Continuing playing the part, I slide my left hand down
over my navel, through the sensitive skin of my groin, and between
the slits of my cunt. I run my fingers between the folds, up and down
in a motion I think he'll enjoy.

Then I creep inside, pushing an index finger through the
lips, feeling the sticky wetness within. No further orders come, so I
continue to play, my index finger joined by my middle finger, my
digits working together, rubbing my clit, bringing pangs of pleasure
through me.

And still, the billionaire remains seated, hidden in the
dim light. It makes me wonder whether he just likes to watch, or
whether soon he'll join me...

“
Now turn around, bend over, and spread your legs.”

His words interrupt me just as I'm getting started,
almost forgetting he's even here with me. In the throes of it, I'm
starting to let go of myself. I stand, spin, and bend down onto the
bed until my breasts are lying against the soft and silky duvets on
top.

I widen my legs again, showing him a full view of my
vagina from behind. And without him asking this time, I reach back
between my legs and start rubbing again, picking up where I left
off...

“
Good. You know what you're doing.”

Bent over and looking the other way, his voice sounds
suddenly nearer. I hear him stand and step toward me, but I don't
stop.

Now I feel the touch of his fingers. They fall onto the
flesh of my ass, and I can hear him breathing more heavily. A heavy
inhale of lust at the sight of my ass, my fingers still working at
the folds of my pussy, still digging their way inside and coming out
shiny.

Both his hands meet my flesh, and slowly work around my
cheeks and up my lower back. One drifts lower, and makes contact with
my sodden digits. When I feel the shape of his large finger entering
me, I gasp as a new buzz rattles through my insides.

But his finger soon slips out, and doesn't return, and I
continue to rub and finger myself.

“
Do you play with yourself a lot?” Sage asks behind
me, his voice husky now.

I twist my neck and look back to him, maintaining my
bent over pose. He's looming behind me, eyes slowly lifting from the
sight below his eyes and up to my face. I smile sexily, belying my
relative and recent inexperience.

“
When the mood strikes,” I say.

“
And others? Do you play with others?”

I shrug my shoulders, and give a yelp of pleasure as I
dig a little deeper and rub a little harder.

“
Sometimes,” I say.

He smiles, perhaps liking my cryptic replies, and tells
me to turn around, and sit on the bed. So I do, and once I'm sat,
facing his crotch, he leans down, lifts my chin, and slowly slides
his tongue into my mouth.

He tastes of scotch and wine, but I like it. I haven't
kissed a man in some time, but somehow, even though this is non
consensual and I'm being ordered into it, I enjoy it.

And a big part of me is looking forward to getting more.

He stands to his full height again, and I look back down
at his groin. His pants have changed shape now, bulging at the seams.
Beneath, his cock looks like it's almost fully erect, just waiting to
escape, biding its time until it explodes out of its shackles.

“
Show me how well you play with others,” he says,
planting his feet to the ground and letting his hands hang loosely by
his sides.

My fingers move forward now, and I work at his belt
buckle. I let my hand brush over the lump in his pants, and feel an
unmistakable throb below. The belt comes loose, and I pull down the
zipper, revealing black underwear beneath.

The opening at the front widens, and I take hold of the
top and peel the pants back. Within his underwear, his dick pulses as
I drag his pants to the ground, unveiling his strong and muscular
legs. He looks fit and athletic, like he spends a decent amount of
time in the gym and playing sports.

Now my hands grip at the elastic top of his underwear,
and I work them down his legs too. I roll down and reveal the base of
his dick, then the long shaft, then the thick head, his foreskin
already pulling back as it grows to its full length.

As soon as it's released, it springs up and out,
pointing at me, demanding to be sucked. I take the base, thick and
meaty and throbbing with blood. My fingers just about reach around as
I slowly begin sliding my hand up and down.

As I do, I try to remember what the hell I'm doing. I
haven't gone down on a guy in as long as I can remember. But my
instinct is enough, and soon my lips are around his head, my tongue
rolling around the outside. I'm sending him deeper inside me, feeling
his warm, pulsing flesh fill up my mouth.

My other hand joins in, and I hold both one after the
other, tugging up and down. My mouth works the head, twisting and
licking; my hands work the shaft, squeezing and sliding. And all the
while, a cloud of lust fills the room, and I begin to lose myself to
the well of warmth and need that is growing inside me, as if a beast
is being unleashed; one I've kept caged for too long.

“
Lie back on the bed, and close your eyes.”

His words break me from the spell, and I'm suddenly cast
adrift from his cock, breathing heavily.

I slowly move back onto the bed, lie down, and look up
toward the ceiling.

“
Close them,” Sage says.

I do as I'm told, suddenly in darkness. I can feel the
swirl of the air, the movement of Sage as he walks to the side of the
room and returns. Then I feel his hands grip the insides of my legs
and push out, opening them up like a flower.

The air is pierced by a buzzing sound, and it feel the
sudden vibrations running over my clit and through my pussy. I open
my eyes through instinct and see Sage holding a vibrator, rubbing it
through my folds, sliding it inside me with a look of huge
satisfaction glowing in his eyes.

I shut my eyes again as he looks at me, and feel myself
prodded and probed like I'm part of some experiment. But a good one,
because I'm still losing myself in this room, and my pleasure is
overcoming everything else in my head – the fear of being send to
jail, the worry for what else this man might get me to do for him.

None of it registers. None of it matters.

I feel the bed move, and know that he's climbing on now.
The vibrator leaves me, is discarded to one side, still shimmering
and shaking on the bed.

Then I feel him. His fleshy, swollen dick penetrating
me, cutting deep, leaving a trail of pain with it as it slips in and
out. He's big, and I'm not used to the feel of anything going that
far into me. And suddenly, I feel like a virgin again, that first
time when it starts so uncomfortable, and soon turns to delirium.

And duly it does.

He leans onto me now, and still my eyes are closed, and
I feel his lips brushing over mine. He grinds with a slow motion,
then picks up speed and pounds me hard. I sense he might be close to
coming as he ruts into me, then quickly slows up, pulls out, and
takes a short break.

“
Keep your eyes closed,” he warns as I peek up at
him, upper body still covered in a shirt.

So I shut my eyes again, but I reach up and begin
unbuttoning his garment, stripping him out of it, running my fingers
over his frame to discover what he's packing.

Muscle. Strong muscle, lean and toned. His abs ripple
like waves, his pecs tense and bulge as he shifts his position,
taking the weight on one side of his body and then the other.

“
Put your hand beneath your head,” he says, so I do,
lying in a forced casual position, my breasts fully exposed and
growing with a sheen of sweat.

He sucks them, licks at my nipples, grips them between
his fingers. In his fervor not all of it works. Some is more like
groping, some even a little uncomfortable. But most sends further
jots of pleasure through me as he continues to pump and fuck me hard.

And then he's out of me. And I feel the bed shake and
his weight coming down next to me.

“
Open your eyes. Finish me off as quickly as you can
manage. Let's see how good you are.”

I twist on the bed, climb onto him, and direct his cock
inside me. I straddle him, ride him hard, pumping my ass up and down
as the full length of his dick slides up into me and out of me until
only the tip of the head remains nuzzled between my lips.

I move my legs forward, plant my feet to his sides, my
hands between his open legs, and show him the best sight of me yet.
My legs are fully open, my pussy gaping as his dick sticks me, my ass
jumping up and down and slapping against his balls.

I watch his face closely for signs that he's coming, but
soon I give up, because I can feel my own orgasm approaching. I jump
harder, lose my rhythm, and return to a regular riding position.

I grip him on the shoulders as the now unfamiliar pangs
of euphoria surge through me, my groans and shouts now reaching their
own little crescendo. And as I begin to lose control, leaning into
him, hugging him, letting the full force of the orgasm take me, he
begins to take charge once more.

He pumps, delivering new jolts, and fucks me so hard I'm
sure he'll explode inside me at any second.

But when he does, it's not inside me. Not my pussy
anyway.

He flings me off him, slips out, and kneels in front of
me.

“
Swallow it all,” he demands, sticking his dick into
my mouth.

I feel the gush come shooting out, spitting into the
back of my throat and filling my mouth. And without knowing what's
going on, I can't help but spit it up, letting it dribble down my
chin onto the bed.

“
You didn't swallow...” he says, unhappy that I
turned against his order.

“
Sorry...I've never done that before.”

A smile runs on his face.

“
That's OK. Next time you'll learn.”

He moves away from me off the bed, grabs some tissues,
and starts wiping his cock clean. He flings me the box, and I start
doing the same to my mouth and soaking the wetness between my legs.

And then his words fully register.

“
Next time?” I ask.

“
Kristen, you didn't think it would be that easy to
pay off your debt to me, did you?”

I don't answer.

“
I need you to do a job for me. But aside from that,
well, we'll be doing more of this. Do you understand?”

I flatten the smile on my face, but inside it remains.

Because aside from this cryptic
job
he keeps
mentioning, there are certainly worse things a girl could do to put
herself in the clear...

“
I understand,” I say, my voice deadpan.

He steps forward, his cock starting to sag.

“
Good. Now go take a shower. I want you clean for
round two.”

Chapter One

The shower in Sage's mansion – although I'm sure it's
not the only one and there are dozens of them – is far more
modernly appointed than the rest of what I've seen.

The bedroom, the hall, the study, the living room and
dining room; all have an antiquated feel to them. The sense that they
were built a hundred years ago and haven't been tampered with since.

The bathroom I'm in is different. It's modern,
luxurious, and smells delicious. Although some of that could be the
delirium in my mind at the sex I've just had with Sage. Perhaps later
this evening or tomorrow I'll feel a growing sense of shame at giving
my body up to his demands, but right now, there's none of that.

Only deep satisfaction, joy even, coursing through my
veins.

I'm only next door to the bedroom where Sage ordered me
around like a sex slave, and still I know that there's more to come
tonight. He told me that only a few minutes ago –
go take a
shower. I want you clean for round two.

Round two...I wonder if he's going to change the pace,
perhaps explore different parts of my body. He's already asked me to
swallow his come, and this time perhaps he'll make me follow through.

That was a first. Any previous men I've been with have
either been too timid or too embarrassed to ask me to do such a
thing. Sage Dalton clearly has no such misgivings.