The Good Mistress: A BWWM Billionaire Romance (11 page)

Chapter 16

Blake

PAIN REFLECTED IN
those chocolate brown eyes. A sadness that Blake Baldwin knew so very well. She’d said he was privileged. Mila came up with a good enough back-story than the one Blake had always provided the media. But just like Mila, the happiness, the stability of living was torn from him. So instead of growing up privileged, Blake knew something of the sadness that Mila clung to.

He wanted to give her a release. Blake realized climbing Mount Everest or skydiving in New Zealand might be goals he had to steer Mila toward. For now, there was this one spot he just had to take Mila. A place so beautiful that her tensed shoulders would relax and that brain of hers got a rest. She’d already asked him three times on the way to the airstrip if his wife would be okay with them going on vacation. He’d told her the terms of his open relationship until her hesitance had ceased.

“Where are we going?” Mila asked, glancing at the seatbelt light on the upper counsel of the Learjet.

“Somewhere ugly,” he teased.

“Oh, I'll pass.” She played along with a coy, shaky smile, starting to unbuckle the seatbelt. He placed a hand over hers.

“We aren’t even in the sky yet, Mila.” His tone blanketed her with comfort. “St. Bart’s.”

A gasp rushed past Mila’s sensually parted lips, and Blake realized the fear had begun to break away. “St. Bart’s is ugly?”

“There's nowhere on this universe to rival your beauty, Mila. Trust me, I’ve been all around.” Blake slipped his hand into her dress and let his palm slide over her breast. Mila’s rock hard nipple pierced his skin, and followed the rolling of his hand. His lips went to her ear.

“Hmmmm.” Mila’s breath shortened in a moan. “Am I to assume you've had much practice telling many pretty girls this while … whisking them away?” She raised her eyebrow at the bullshit he fed her, though it tasted as scrumptious as his cum sliding down her throat. 

“I’d never do that, recycle lines.”

Something told her that he spoke fact, not fiction. Or rather her mind was blown by his thumb and forefingers squeeze of her rock hard nipple.

Then Blake undid his seatbelt. Greedy as she was, Mila’s mouth moistened.

He got on his knees, parting her thighs with strong hands that stung her silky skin with desire.

“Miss Ali, may I eat your pussy?”

Jaw dropped, eyebrow raised, Mila hadn't expected him to be so gentlemanly. Blake rarely asked, and usually it was to make a point, or delve into her thought process.

She nodded.

“I must hear the words, Miss. Ali...” Those golden flecks in Blake’s eyes were so profound, she had to assume he was toying with her.

“Blake, go down—”

“No, no, I'm asking to taste your pussy, beautiful.”

She scoffed.

“Oh, I did forget.” He licked his thumb, then pushed his hand beneath her skirt. Blake made circular motions with the sweet rounded bulb. “You were so ridged when we met.  No tying up or down. So many stipulations.”

“Am I ever going to live that down?” Her legs opened wide, but fingers, Blake did not provide. Just that intense caress of her clit.

“Blake, please.” Mila’s tensed breath hissed through gritted teeth when he removed his thumb. But Blake again licked his thumb and went back below, adding a tormenting amount of lubricant.

“Blake! St... Stop fucking with me.”

“But I'm not fucking with you, gorgeous.” Blake gripped her hips and slid her even more down the luxurious leather chair. Emerald gaze locked onto her shaded brown marbles, he said, “You won't release for me. So I have yet to begin fucking you.”

She glanced at his mouth, licking her lips. Knowing her thoughts Blake turned his head before she could kiss him. An irate, feminine grumble on her part made the left side of his mouth rise.

“Well I won't play these games anymore, Blake.” Mila tried to close her thighs. The muscles shaking as she found out the hard way that her shapely legs were no match for the strength of his biceps.

He maneuvered his slender hips between her legs and staked claim to Mila in a tight embrace. Hands pawing at her ass and hips, Blake tongued her down with a vengeance. Their tongues collided, twirled, and danced. Lungs ready to explode they parted ways. She'd learn to submit once she learned her worth. Blake threw Mila’s thighs over his shoulder so quickly that she yelped. His hands glided up beneath her dress, his head disappearing. Mila gulped an air-full into her lungs as he nipped at her panties, bringing them down with his straight, white teeth. Her mouth went slack in amazement, and she tried to wipe the drool from the corner of her lips but he reached up to kiss her.

A whimper radiated from deep in Mila’s delicate frame as Blake went back down. His tongue twirling erotically slow around her clit.

“Fuck me, Blake.” She moaned. “C’mon please... Please eat my pussy!”

Those were the exact words that Blake needed to hear…

Chapter 17

Mila

IT STARTED OFF
with a French kiss to her two
other
lips. Slow, seductive, and juicy, he growled his delight. Her entire body ached, since she’d waited so long for this penetration.

And… then…
, Blake’s tongue dove in, almost reminding Mila of a tiger dipping its long, thick tongue into a pool of water. His sustenance. His vitamins. Or so he said. Yet Mila chose to believe she was Blake’s life source.

Pussy power, wow,
she held in a giddy chuckle as her body went through the ringer. Though Warren wasn’t her first, she’d had one other boyfriend, a fellow business major during undergrad school, and a few other guys during college, her lady parts had never had so much attention. Mila gripped the leather, realizing that she was scratching the buttery soft material, she began to claw at Blake’s shoulder and grab his hair. He growled as Mila’s hips twerked.

Then bliss blinded her. Stars blossomed before her eyes. Mila’s left hand went limp in Blake’s tresses as did her entire body.

Blake leaned back up, lips glossed over. “The games are adjourned, Miss Ali.” He undid his belt, and his cock plopped from premium designer boxers. Blake began to rub on his dick. A wet, pink tongue came out and slid over her lips. The taste of his dick had been impressed upon her memory, like a Christmas feast. She wanted to deep throat Blake and gobble down his seed. Mila lurched forward, and slammed back as she realized her belt was still on. They laughed like teenagers as he helped her from her seat.

~~~

“... I'm supposed to be working today,” Mila said eyes wide as they lay in a hammock over ultra-white sand, turquoise waters glittering before them.

“A few weeks away will do your body good.” Blake rubbed her wonderfully fleshy ass.

“Weeks?” Her eyebrow arched. “That's a no-go, Blake. You squeeze in a business call here, a board meeting there, and even had a few men in suits meet us for dinner a couple nights this week. But I don’t have enough power to do business overseas. Besides I have an ... er … engagement this evening that I must return for.”

“Hmmm... Engagement. With whom?”

“Nobody you know.”

“Why do I feel as if your mind is on the other side of the world at this moment? We’ve already talked about this, Mila. You’re stressed and at a turning point in life. I’m doing everything that I can to be there for you.”

“Blake.” Mila rubbed a hand over her face. So he and
the wife
had an open relationship.
My god, I’m hating on a woman. I don’t even have that right! And why does Blake want to be there for me?
“I'm meeting with a realtor to sell the house.”

“Not necessary.”

“
Not
gonna happen.”

From her home in Ethiopia to here, Mila had seen this a hundred times over. Men dangling their assets in a female’s face. It was one of the reasons she hadn’t followed Yasmin’s footsteps and acquiesced to her father’s request. Even though Mila knew his only intention was for the betterment of her life. 
If I had listened to father, I’d be married with at least two children right now… To trade in sex on the beach for pulling out my hair while preparing for my first child’s fifth birthday… hell, I already know that answer.

Instead of thinking about something so dear to her heart as bearing children, Mila’s buttocks bumped back against Blake’s cock, spurting a full blown erection.

~~~

The next morning, Blake woke Mila, saying that they were going on a hiking trip. She’d laughed it off while the gourmet chef prepared brunch on the veranda. They’d already been on endless shopping sprees, buying more clothing than she’d ever wear. None of which would do for a hike. After their stomachs settled, someone knocked at the door.

Mila stood just behind the opening with a cocky smile, and nothing but her birthday suit on.

Blake smiled, admiring her as he answered the door.

“… All of your gear, Mr. Baldwin…”

Mila watched as a backpack like she’d seen on the show
Running Wild with Bear Grylls
was passed to Blake.

“And your items for your lady friend…” The slutty voice seemed to end on a sigh.

“Oh shit…” Mila sighed as he handed over her own gear. “You weren’t kidding.”

“Nope.”

They ended up in Saint Vincent. As the helicopter made its descent on the lush land, Mila’s forehead was glued to the window in awe. “What a beautiful mountain…”

“La Soufriére is actually a volcano.”

“Say what?” She side-eyed him.

“The volcano's last recorded eruption was… uh… 1979, we’ll do fine.”

She moved away from his touch. “Doesn’t matter how diversified I become, volcanoes will never be on my bucket list. You have fun hiking, I sure will enjoy myself swimming.”

Not two hours later, were they on a trail. Her legs burned. Mila thought running along the beach was an intense workout. This was torture. “Well what kind of vitamins are
you
taking?”

The hike had begun easy enough, with a series of bamboo steps. Then they meandered through passageways, over slippery rocks and streams. The sound of rushing water came from all around.

“We’re getting close to it,” he said as they traveled over a rocky terrain of lava rocks. Then they came upon another duo. The man seemed overzealous, just as fit as Blake, and Mila could tell this wasn’t his first rodeo. The woman, who obviously hadn’t been on a hike like this before, sat on a large lava rock, holding her ankle.

The man’s large hands were in his blond hair. “Brittany, weren’t you looking–”

“What seems to be the problem?” Blake cut in.

The man puffed out his chest and held out a hand. “I’m Derek, this is… Holy shit, you’re Blake–”

“Yup,” Blake nodded. He shook Derek’s hand, then turned to the woman, only to find Mila tending to her. “Mila, you shouldn’t…”

“I got this.” Mila noted the swelling in Brittany’s ankle. She extended the same smile she did while helping at her father’s practice in Ethiopia.

Blake gave her a peculiar look.

“Let’s bandage up your ankle.” Mila knew this was more than just a twist. The swelling was extreme, and she knew a fracture when she saw one. She just didn’t want to scare Brittany, who gritted her teeth against the pain.

It took twenty minutes to bandage up Brittany’s ankle. Mila and Blake worked as a team, using his first-aid kit. Either he was capable of reading her mind, or he’d been in a similar situation before. He handed her the gauze

“Are you a doctor?” Brittany arched a painted on eyebrow.

“Nope.” Mila shook her head, handing the rest of the gauze to Blake. She started to rise, eyes on Derek. He had to have burned a thousand calories pacing back and forth in the time it took her to care for his girlfriend.

As if Blake knew she wanted to tell the man off, he spoke up. “Derek, buddy.” He patted the man’s shoulder a little harder than necessary, making the blockhead wince. “Take Brittany back down the hill. There’s a little resort on the west side of the island. Let them know you and I are good. They have a doctor who can take a look at Brittany’s ankle, redress it. Get a couple’s massage, dinner, the whole nine.”

“Wow, thanks!”

Mila helped Brittany up, glaring at the man. Brittany thanked her profusely. She watched them head down the hill, and saw Derek actually taking his time down the mountain, holding Brittany. Then Mila felt Blake’s fingers glide through her own. He pulled her close, kissing her hard on the lips.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Mila.”

“Why, because I helped that lady?” She let him go. Blake’s touch was welcoming and the taste of his lips divine, but the act of helping Brittany made Mila think of her father. She could almost feel her father patting her back, telling the ten-year-old how well she’d done.

“Blake if you don’t stop staring at me as if I’m some sort of new species…” She didn’t want him to ask how she knew how to bandage so well.

“Damn, I’m just surprised. You’re fucking amazing, Mila. I’ve broken a few bones, and pushed another man’s femur back into … adequate position in my day. But –”

“Blake, I am halfway out of shape as it is, climbing this friggen volcano. A
volcano
?
Really
? We can chat later.” Mila joked.

Blake had stamina. He had the same aggression which caused poor Brittany to try to keep up with the fitness psycho Derek. But he was kind, and in tune with her needs. She just didn’t want him to be attune with the old Mila. The one who helped her father bandage Somali refugees all throughout her teen years. The
good
one that once held her father’s love.

Mila sucked in a deep breath when Blake didn’t try to pry. Instead, they were content with each other’s presence for a little while longer. He took her hand once they stepped onto the lush foliage. Sea views sprang forth from every direction, making Mila’s pupils dilate with astonishment. Then she looked into the circular rim of La Soufriére’s crater. With Blake at her side, Mila felt each stitch of her broken heart slowly twine back together. Even though he didn’t offer a future, the present would be enough to sustain her.

Later, as Blake cooked dinner, Mila moaned with delight as he held the ladle for her approval.

“Wow, you’re totally remarkable, I just want to fuck your mouth, Mila.” His mouth devoured hers, and he scooped her into his arms, placing her on the black onyx countertop. “Wait a minute…”

Left breathless and a tad confused, Mila looked up at him.

“I know for a fact that you’ve had my food before, Mila.”

Her gaze wavered, then Mila sighed and confessed, “I’d made such a fool of myself that one day you came to my home and I accused you of killing Warren. Although it was a simple case of transference, Blake. I’ve seen too many
Lifetime
movies to trust you way back when.”

Her smile returned, sweetened with guilt and self-embarrassment.

Blake’s hands blazed under her shirt, fingers tickling her ribcage. “Oh, you suspected I was a bad boy?”

Large hands grasping at Mila’s fleshy thighs, Blake dragged her closer. His lips teasing her earlobe, “I like that.”

“Obviously, you’re a bad boy,” she countered, nibbling at his ears as her legs captured Blake’s strong waistline. Mila’s hands wrapped around his body, firmly gliding along taut muscle surrounding his spine. He pressed his erection into her thigh.