Romance: The Billionaires Collection (Watched By A Billionaire, Stranded With A Billionaire, Caught By A Billionaire, Billionaire Stepbrother) (8 page)

And then, for the first time since I've been here, he
kisses me, our lips matching each other's for their passion, rolling
over each other in perfect unison.

The room starts to rotate, and he leads me toward a sofa
in the corner, the corners of his mouth climbing into a grin of
pleasure. He sits down, and I straddle him, and I forget that there
are other people fucking behind me. I forget that there are men
outside the glass walls, watching us all as we get lost in a cloud of
lascivious lust.

All I can think of is him, and me. It's just us, alone,
and no one else.

His lips run all over my chest, and my hands ruffle
through his hair, his fingers digging beneath my panties and rubbing
the folds of my pussy. Underneath me, his cock swells, so strong it
almost lifts me off his lap as it grows with a need to be satisfied.

I look up, and in the spinning, reflective wall I see
the other four couples behind us, lips around cocks, tongues in
pussies. They're all engaged in the throes of foreplay, but I don't
care about that, or the schedule we're meant to keep in front of
everyone.

This is going to be my last night here, and I'm going to
make it count.

So I reach down quickly, and release his cock from its
prison. And without even taking off my panties, I pull them to one
side and lets his dick slide inside me, my hole hardly wet enough to
accept him.

He penetrates me a few inches, and I quickly moisten,
the dew of my cunt churning as he slides right up inside me and I
gasp with pleasure. I ride him hard, jumping up and down, already
going straight for the finish line as the others warm up in the
mirror.

Clearly, Gray doesn't care either.
Why should a guy
like he?

He pumps me hard, lifting my petite frame right up off
his dick and slamming me back down again over and over until I'm
already coming and digging my teeth into his shoulder to stop from
shrieking too loud and shattering the glass.

I look up as another girl comes over toward our sofa,
drawn by our passion, and begins rubbing her hands over Gray's chest,
and mine. The extra touch adds to the pleasure, and I see that it's
Britney, her red hair shining under the lights, her perfect tits
hanging beautifully below her long neck.

Then a guy joins in, swinging his dick our way, standing
to the side of me and thrusting it toward my mouth. I see Gray's jaw
clench tight as I lift my hand to take the dick, ready to suck...

I'm lifted up, straight off the ground as Gray stands,
his dick still inside me. He pulls out, but keeps me in his arms as
he storms toward the door and drags me out into the corridor, leaving
everyone else stunned.

“
What's going on?!” I say as he rushes down the
corridor toward the nearest room. He opens the door without knocking
or checking if it's occupied, which it is.

“
Get out!” he shouts at two make up girls gossiping
in the corner.

They look at our naked forms, their eyes lingering for a
few moments on Gray's dick, before scuttling away.

Now Gray's lifting me onto the counter by the large
mirror, and thrusting his cock back inside me. I pull off his mask
and see the fury of lust and possession in his eyes. It seems I was
right about that quality. He wants me all to himself.

“
Why did you do that?” I ask, my voice jumping as he
pummels into me.

“
Because I want to fuck you alone,” he growls,
thrusting with an frantic intensity as his lips kiss mine and we fall
into a fit of passion that no one could break.

I lose myself to him even more in that moment as I lean
back against the cold mirror, my body thrown around and fucked with
the vigor of a bull. His eyes turn darker, losing focus as the storm
rages inside him and his dick begins to belch up the fruits of his
loins.

He comes in me so hard I feel like I'm being shot inside
my pussy, the warm gush spreading deep, filling me up. Our breathing
creates a sexual mist in the room that would give any man an erection
if they walked in, any make any girl's cunt start growing immediately
wet.

And then, when we're done, he takes me to the shower,
turns on the water full blast, and we wash each other's bodies until
we're clean, dripping, and exhausted of all sexual need, at least for
now.

He dresses in a robe, and I do the same, and with his
focus returning and voice growing calm, he looks me deep in the eye
and speaks.

“
I don't want you performing here again, Ashley.”

His words are almost prophetic, because I want exactly
the same thing. But still, I have to ask.

“
Why?”

“
Because I think you're perfect, and you shouldn't be
here. I've had to suffer watching you fuck all these men, and I can't
take it anymore. If it's money you need to set you free, I'll give it
to you. Just don't come here again.”

“
You can't just give me money,” I say.

He leans in, an intensity in his green blue eyes.

“
Then earn it off me.”

And with that he kisses me, deep and hard and
passionate, and our tongues link together within our mouths, binding
us together in a contract.

Oh, I'll earn it alright.

And instead of fucking the men down here, I'll just
fuck him instead.

Chapter One

“
I'm sorry, Randall, I just think it's time for me to
quit. But, I really appreciate everything you've done for me...”

“
It's quite alright, Ashley, it really is. There's no
need for any drawn out goodbyes.”

I'm sitting at dinner with Randall once more, but this
time the tone of the conversation is completely different. It's the
sort of dinner that draws a line under everything, a courtesy to wrap
things up nicely in a big bow.

And this time, I'm paying.

Frankly, I didn't expect him to take it quite so well,
but then, he has always been incredibly affable and casual about
everything. In truth, I'm probably over exaggerating my own
importance and value in the show room. In reality there are dozens of
girls who are just as good as me waiting for their time to shine.

“
Might I ask, what's prompted you to call it a day?”

He's probing, his intelligent eyes spying for some
reaction.

“
I just think it's time I followed my dream. With your
help – which I'm very grateful for – I've made enough money to
restart my life. It's time I started looking to the future.”

He takes a sip of expensive wine, and I can't help but
think that every time he lifts the glass another twenty or thirty
bucks are disappearing down his throat.

But then, I promised myself I'm going to pay, and it's
not like I can't afford it now. With all the money I've accumulated,
I've got over half a million dollars sitting in my bank account, all
post tax profits.

He puts his glass back down, and burrows his eyes inside
me.

“
And this has nothing to do with Mr Trent?”

My confused reaction is genuine. I have no idea who Mr
Trent is.

“
Sorry...who?”

He must be able to spot my genuine bewilderment.

“
Ah, so he never told you his surname huh?”

I shake my head.

“
Who?”

“
Grayson Trent. I run the shows, Ashley, and I'm the
one who put him in the room the first time he requested it, and the
second, when he was part of the orgy. I know what happened when he
took you out of the room, away from the rest of them.”

He narrows his eyes, peering at me through two slits.

“
So, does he have something to do with it?”

“
Not really. Well, a little bit. But then, I wanted to
quit anyway before he told me to.”

“
He told you to?”

“
Yes. After the orgy, when he took me to one of the
dressing rooms. He didn't like me being with those other guys. He
said I should quit.”

“
I understand. Sometimes the clients get attached to
the performers, against their better judgment. It seems that Grayson
has done that with you.”

Attached. Really? I kinda like the sound of that...

“
Now, you should be aware that Grayson Trent is an
extremely powerful and influential man. I would exercise caution with
him, Ashley. Stick with your dreams of becoming a designer, and focus
on that.”

“
I plan to. That's why I'm quitting really, not
because of Gray.”

“
Good. And please, don't let him know that we had this
conversation. He might hold it against me, and I could do without a
man like him on my back.”

We conclude the dinner with me thinking that powerful or
not, I still want Grayson Trent between my thighs as often as I can.
In any case, what exactly would his power and influence have to do
with me? Nothing, really, as he's only interested in my pussy.

When it comes time to pay, I insist to the point of
getting angry, but Randall never lets me get my credit card out.

“
Ashley, my dear, don't go wasting the money you've
earned on me. Really, the money means a lot less to me than it does
to you. Please, let me.”

Eventually, I give in, feeling a strange mixture at
anger at not being allowed to pay, and gratefulness for not having
to. The final bill, it seems, it in excess of five hundred dollars,
and I'd rather not part with that money on a single dinner if
possible.

When Randall leaves me, he urges me once more to focus
on my dreams and put everything else aside. He doesn't mention his
name again, but I can tell that he's trying to put me off Grayson
within the subtext.

All it does, however, is fuel my curiosity, and by the
time I get back to my new apartment in Manhattan, I'm desperate to
load up my laptop and discover everything I can about the man.

I spend the next hour in the company of a bottle of wine
and Google, trying to suck as much information about Gray as I can
from the net.

The most pertinent fact I discover is his profession, or
I should say his business. He's a weapons manufacturer, and his
family have been developing arms for the US military for quite some
time.

By all accounts, Gray is quite an aggressive negotiator,
and is ruthless with his competition to ensure that his family
business secures the right military contracts. Frankly, though, it
all has nothing to do with me, and whatever his job is I don't see
why it should be cause for me to worry.

What my eyes are most drawn to most, however, are the
images of him I find. The pictures of him in suits and tuxedos
meeting military officials and politicians. There's even one with him
in the White House, his hand firmly grasped to that of the President
in a pally fashion.

But even this vaunted company doesn't interest me as
much as his smoldering eyes, his jaw of stone, his high cheekbones
and strong, muscled physique. Behind those suits I imagine his tight
pecs and abs, his thick dick nestled in his underwear and creeping
down his leg.

As I look at the pictures of him I think of our last
meeting, of him thrusting inside me on the counter of the dressing
room. His eyes were on fire then, filled with a look that said I am
his, and his alone.

Possessive, the guy certainly is, and perhaps that's
what Randall was warning me about. A guy that possessive with that
much power can make like difficult for you if things don't go his
way.

But, right now, I can't think that anything's not going
to go his way.

Right now, all I can think of is how happy I'll be for
him to possess me.

Chapter Two

“
A car will come to your apartment and bring you to
me. Dress as you did in the show room. I can't wait to see you.”

Those were the last words Gray uttered to me on the
phone two days ago. He'd told me that, on Friday evening at 7 PM, he
wanted to see me. He didn't ask me if I was free or whether I wanted
to see him too.

He just told me, with total conviction, that he wanted
to see me, knowing that any plans I might have had would be blown
aside by the invite.

Having learned the identity of the man, I'm even more
feverish with excitement than before. Randall's warning, for me,
means nothing, and was simply meant as an almost fatherly piece of
advice.

Despite the nature of our working relationship, Randall
had become quite close to me, and I think all he was doing was trying
to look out for me. I appreciated the sentiment, and told him so.

But I wasn't going to stop me seeing Gray.

That evening, at 7 PM on the dot, a luxury Mercedes
rolls up outside my apartment building. I step out in a summer dress
and light jacket, with my sexy bra and panties underneath, as
ordered.

I've already had a glass of wine to help settle my
nerves, but as soon as the driver ushers me inside the car, I'm
welcomed by the sight of a bottle of champagne, ready to pour.