The Billionaire Bundle (2 page)

"What?" Sam responded hesitantly, wondering if she should be frightened.

"I've been watching you.  For weeks.  Coming and going from the Half Moon.  Noticing your schedule.  I've wanted you. Desired you."  Patrick's lips came down on Sam's roughly, crushing her mouth, his tongue probing hers already.  Her body responded instantly to his touch as she kissed back hungrily.  Her response excited him further, and he pressed his hardness along the length of her.  She could feel his throbbing heat between her legs, and she eagerly pushed against it, moaning, feeling her own throbbing response, her wetness.  Oh, god, yes, it felt so good. She suddenly wanted desperately for him to be lying on top of her, crushing her with his weight, pushing his hard cock inside her, filling her.  She broke away from his kiss for a moment, glancing wildly around the room for somewhere to drag him, the only possible places being the large desk or the floor.  While she was trying to think, his hand came up to her face and brought her mouth back to his, then she felt both of his hands move down to her hips and under her skirt.  She could hear his groan of satisfaction as he felt her small thong as the only barrier between them.  She heard him unbuckling his belt and then unzipping his pants, which fell to the floor with a soft thud.  Then suddenly, he had hoisted her up against the wall and he was inside her, enormous, hard and throbbing.  She cried out as his mouth muffled the noise, and he filled her again and again, thrusting slowly at first but then faster and deeper, both of them clinging to one another desperately as he pushed as deeply into her as he could.  She could feel her orgasm building up in her from far away, growing closer, more consuming, until she gasped and arched her back as she came in wave after wave, in rhythm with his thrusts.  She heard his breath speed up as he rode her orgasm, and then he cried out and she could feel his seed spill inside her, the pulsing of his cock prolonging her own ecstasy as her pussy milked him dry. 

Slowly, slowly, their passion ebbed as they clung to one another, panting and sated.  Patrick lowered her gently to the ground, cupped her chin in his hands, and kissed her once again, slowly and passionately.  "Samantha..." he breathed.  "I've wanted you for so long."

Sam, shaken, could only stare up at him and try to get her breathing back under control.  She had never been taken like that, with such force and so completely.  She couldn't believe what had just happened with a man she had barely met, and knew essentially nothing about, other than his name and that he was a manager at this restaurant.

"Let me take you home, Samantha," Patrick breathed into her hair. "My car is in the back."

The walked out the back door, Sam grateful that she did not have to look at the other restaurant workers in her breathless and disheveled state.  Patrick led her to a dark-colored Audi TT convertible. 
Nice car
, Sam thought to herself. 
This place must pay well.
He held the door open for her as she got in, and once they were both buckled up and she had given him her address, the car pulled out of the parking lot and into the night. 

"Samantha, please let me see you again.  I'd like to take you someplace special.  Can you be free on Sunday evening?" Patrick asked as he drove.

Samantha thought briefly about playing hard to get, and then realized that she was incapable of it.  She wanted very much to see him again, and was already craving his touch despite her exhaustion and the suspicion that she would be very sore tomorrow. "Please come to Tonic Sunday evening around seven p.m.," Patrick directed.  "I'll just be getting off work, and we can have a drink there before I take you to the place I have in mind."

"Where are we going?" she asked?

"That's my secret," he smiled.

On Sunday morning, just as Sam was finishing with breakfast, her doorbell rang. Opening the front door, she found a messenger in a uniform with a large, rectangular package for her. 

"Sign here, please."

Samantha complied, and thanked the man as she closed the door. Opening the box at the kitchen table, she found a card from Patrick.  "Please wear this tonight. A car will pick you up at 6:45."  She pushed through the tissue paper to find a beautiful, very revealing green dress that matched the color of her eyes.  A black lace bra and matching thong were below the dress. A pair of thigh highs and a gorgeous pair of sling-back high heels completed the outfit.  A small box nestled at the bottom contained a beautiful necklace and matching pair of earrings that looked to be diamonds, but which Samantha told herself could not possibly be real.

"Wow," she said out loud.  She hurriedly slipped out of her T-shirt and pajama bottoms and slipped into the dress and heels.  It was by far the most beautiful outfit she had ever worn.  Somehow, Patrick had managed to guess her size exactly, even down to the shoes.  As she looked at herself in the mirror, she found herself getting wet in anticipation of seeing him again.  Simply thinking of him made her throb with desire and the memory of him inside her. Again she realized that she was helpless to even consider refusing his invitation or his demand that she wear this. 

Sam went through her day in a sort of haze of expectancy, unable to keep her mind off the knowledge that she would be seeing Patrick that night.  At 5:30, she drew a bath for herself, putting in lavender bath beads so that he would smell the scent wherever he was touching her.  She soaked luxuriously in the bath, washing and shaving herself with care, occasionally caressing her throbbing self between her legs.  Once out of the bath she dried herself, then stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom.  She contemplated her full breasts, cupping them in her hands and feeling their luscious fullness.  She ran her fingers over her nipples and shivered at her own touch.  She caressed her belly and ran her hand down through the fullness of her bush, down between her legs, and felt herself hot and wet to the touch.  She drew her hand up to her mouth and sucked herself from her fingers, closing her eyes as she imagined Patrick tasting her. 

Finally, it was time to get ready.  She applied her makeup with care, then put on the bra and thong Patrick had selected for her, again admiring herself in the mirror, feeling especially beautiful because she knew Patrick wanted her.  She slid on the thigh highs, noticing how the lacy tops decorated her legs and seemed to lengthen them.  She drew on the form-fitting dress, admiring how it accentuated her curves in just the right places.  Finally, she sl
ipped on the heels and the jewelry, and stood back to admire herself in the mirror. She smiled in near-disbelief.  It was almost as though Patrick had unveiled something in her that she hadn't known was there.  She looked stunning. 

Taking a deep breath, as if needing to take it all in, Samantha glanced at the clock 6:45.  Right on schedule, she heard a car pull up out front.  Grabbing a small black clutch from her closet, she threw her lipstick, wallet, and keys into it, and walked out the door to find a limousine waiting out in the street. Trying not to let her surprise show, Samantha walked with confidence toward the car as the driver walked around and held the rear door open for her.  For the first time, it occurred to Samantha that perhaps the diamonds might be real.

Sam entered the back of the limousine to find an open bottle of champagne and a glass waiting for her.  She poured herself a half a flute and settled back into her seat, deciding that tonight she was simply going to let things happen.  The limousine driver took the scenic route to Tonic, giving Sam time to enjoy her champagne and calm her nerves a bit. At precisely 7:00, they arrived in front of the restaurant, and again the driver opened the door for her and let her out, then accompanied her to the restaurant and opened the door for her there, as well.  He strode up to the front desk and said, "Ms. Clarke is here to see Mr. Taylor."

The hostess nodded at Samantha.  "Right this way, please," she said, leading Sam to a private table near the back of the bar. Patrick was waiting there and stood up as he saw her, his playful smile turning lustful as he took in the way his present looked on her.

"You're even more beautiful than I imagined you would be.  The dress is perfect on you," he breathed as he held her chair out for her, stopping for a moment to breathe in the scent of her.

The sound of his voice made her skin tingle with anticipation.  "You look wonderful, as well," she murmured.  And he did. He wore a crisp white shirt, open at the collar, a beautifully tailored black blazer, and grey slacks that currently showed a slight bulge at the crotch.  As he sat down across from her, a waiter arrived and soundlessly deposited a bottle of champagne in a standing bucket by their table.  As Patrick served her, she saw that it was the same champagne that she had had in the limousine.  "I thought we would have a drink here, and then I'll take you to our destination for the evening. Here is to the memory of the first night we met, and to many more memories to come," he toasted.

As they drank, he asked her questions about herself: where had she grown up, where did her family live, what where her favorite books, movies, music.  Finally, she laughed, protesting. "But you're not letting me ask you anything about yourself.  How long have you been the manager here?"

"Manager, no.  Owner, yes.  I own this and six other restaurants, most of them in this area, but a few elsewhere."  At her expression of surprise, he said: "Honestly, Samantha..."

"Sam."

"Honestly,
Sam
, I didn't want you to know right at first.  People, women especially, seem to treat me quite differently when they meet me in this context.  It's not always fun.  Especially when you want to make a... connection with someone.  It's hard to be genuine in a new interaction when there's the specter of money in the way. With you, I wanted there to be as little between us as possible.  Physical, or otherwise," he murmured with a smirk as his eyes settled on her breasts. Sam blushed, but the heat was pleasurable. 

"I'll tell you more about myself later," Patrick said, moving to stand up. "Right now, shall we move on to our destination?"

Sam nodded her agreement and stood up as Patrick pulled her chair out for her.  He waved to the hostess as they exited the restaurant toward the still-waiting limousine.  They settled into the back seat and Patrick drew Sam into his arms, biting and teasing his lips with his teeth and tongue.  With a groan, he murmured, "God, I want you so badly," and gently pushed the neck of her low-cut dress down to reveal her breasts.  Catching one nipple gently between his teeth, he nuzzled and licked her as she moaned in response. He took her hand and guided it between his legs to his hard cock.  Her mouth watered with the thought of taking him into her mouth.  "Do we have time...?" she asked.

"No," he whispered, "But we'll be there soon." They caught at one another hungrily, and unable to stand it any longer, she unzipped his pants and brought his throbbing member to her mouth.  He gasped and froze. "Ohhhh... Sam..." he whispered, as he tried to contain himself.  "Oh, God, yes..."  After a few moments he gently stopped her. "What I wouldn't give to let you continue. But let's continue this elsewhere."

They continued to nibble and suck at one another until they reached their destination.  The driver wisely waited outside and didn't open the door until Patrick knocked on the glass partition.  When they emerged from the limousine, Samantha saw that they were in front of easily the most expensive hotel in town.  Patrick led her into the lobby and directly to the elevators, where they rode to the top floor penthouse.  They stepped out of the elevator directly into a beautiful suite. Patrick told Samantha to explore her surroundings as he made a call to room service, and a few minutes later, a doorbell rang and Patrick let in two hotel employees wheeling in a large cart of delicacies, including more champagne. Samantha gaped at the variety of different foods, all of which looked scrumptious.  She looked up to see Patrick grinning at her. "Hungry?" he asked.  She nodded.  Patrick walked the staff out, and settled in with Samantha.  They nibbled on fruit, fed one another cheese and meats, and sipped the champagne intermittently between kisses.  Sam ate sparingly, her mind on another kind of hunger. 

Soon they had both become distracted from the food, and Patrick stood up and led Samantha to the bedroom. He sat down on the bed and looked at her.  "Undress for me," he said.

Samantha had never put herself on display like this for a man before.  Pushing away any self-conscious thoughts, she pushed down on the low neckline of her dress, and pulled it slowly down, over her breasts, past her stomach, over her hips, and to the floor. She stepped out of the dress and stood before him in her bra, thong, thigh highs and heels.  She watched his cock grow hard through his pants.  She slowly stepped over to him and unbuttoned his shirt, letting her hand graze his bulge before she stepped away again.  She stood before him and slowly unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor beside her.  As she had done in the mirror at home, she reached up with both hands and cupped her breasts, rubbing her fingers against her nipples until they hardened. Patrick's breath grew faster and more audible as he watched her, and meeting her eyes, he reached down and stroked his manhood through his pants. 

Sam c
ontinued to stroke her nipples for a few more moments, listening to her own breathing become more ragged, and then she ran her hands slowly down her soft stomach to reach her thong, wriggling out of it and letting it fall to her feet, where she stepped out of it.  Spreading her legs slightly, she licked her middle finger and reached down to caress her nub softly as she continued to meet Patrick's glance.  Patrick groaned and, unable to stand any more, stood up and crossed the room quickly to meet her, lifting her in his arms before turning and depositing her on the bed.  He spread her legs and plunged his tongue inside her, licking as deeply as he could, as she cried out in pleasure.  He pushed her legs even further apart and licked and lapped at all of her, seemingly wanting to devour her.  With almost a growl of frustration, he broke away from her and pulled off his shirt, sending his cuff buttons flying, then his t-shirt, before undoing his belt and pushing off his pants.  He lay on top of her on the bed, breathing heavily, licking her breasts and causing her to thrust her hips up against him, wanting him inside her so badly she could barely stand it.  He pushed himself up on his arms and looked at her, then pushed the tip of him ever so slightly inside her.  She let out a whimper of need and tried to move him more deeply inside her, but he resisted, pushing in and out slowly, agonizingly, as he fought against their mutual rising need.  Slowly, he pushed progressively deeper, deeper, then pulled out again, until finally he slowly plunged into her as far into her as he could.