Very Bad Billionaires (15 page)

Dinner

Jalicia

He sets down the Lido Bakery bag on the island.

“Do you want some wine?”

“Sounds good. What do you have?”

“How about some white Bordeaux?”

“Yeah.”

He gets out forks and knives before he gets out white wine glasses, and he pours each of us a generous portion of wine. He opens a drawer, and there are checkered cloth napkins inside. We sit at his little island on black chairs that are perfectly in line with his decorating theme.

“Your house is beautiful.”

“Thanks. My mom made me get an interior designer when she visited. There weren’t any chairs. I only needed a mattress, you know?”

I shake my head. “I can’t imagine living without any furniture.” I shake out my napkin and put it in my lap. He does the same, then he puts a bit of fish on his fork.

“Damn! This is really good. Will you marry me?”

I laugh. “I don’t know if it’s that good, but I certainly like it. If you give me a little more time, I’ll do a combo with lemongrass that will blow your socks off. One of my roommates in college was Vietnamese, and she taught me the recipe.”

“I’ll have to have you come cook for me every night. This is phenomenal.”

I laugh, and I take a bite. It’s tender and tastes strongly of the vinegar. The garlic and onions give a good kick. I take a sip of the white wine.

“Wow, this is really nice.”

“You like it? I drank a ton of wine when I was in France, and Bordeaux is definitely my favorite. I ordered a bunch while I was over there. It’s a lot cheaper when wine costs 20 euros, you know? California wine isn’t bad, but there’s nothing to replace the taste of Bordeaux. I still support the California economy and all that, but I think that you being here is a special occasion that warrants uncorking some French wine.”

I catch his eyes. I touch his arm. “Thank you. When were you in France?”

“It’s kind of a funny story. I was looking for some venture capital for Star when the entire company was just me, and I was hoping to find some in Europe.”

“And did you?”

“Yeah, a little bit. What really helped was going to Le Web and networking.” He shrugs. “I find it easy to make friends, despite being an American in France.”

“That sounds cool.”

“So what about you? What kind of traveling have you done?”

“Just a little bit. My mom’s Dominican, so my family is in the Dominican Republic. My dad’s from Indiana, so that’s like a different world, too.”

“Oh yeah? Do you speak Spanish with a caribeño accent?”

“Yeah, definitely. It was way too easy to take Spanish in school, so I took French instead.”

“Maybe we can go to France together some time…tour wine country.”

Dang, this guy moves really fast. “Maybe.”

I look down at my plate. It’s completely clear, and so is his plate.

“Dessert time, I think.”

He opens a bag, and we eat the delicate little Mexican wedding cookies. The powdered sugar gets all over my dress. I brush off the sugar which has collected on my boobs. I look up at Christopher. He’s staring at my boobs.

“You missed a bit, here.” He takes his hand and touches the top of my left breast.

Living Room

Christopher

She doesn’t seem to be breathing. I’ve been thinking about doing one thing during our entire dinner. I love talking to her, but I know what I want to be doing now.

I lean forward and kiss her. I feel her surprise for a second, then she melts into the kiss. She’s a very good kisser, using her tongue perfectly inside of my mouth. I deepen the kiss, and I pull her onto my lap. It’s not easy, but we manage.

She’s panting as she rolls her body onto me with the skill of a seasoned stripper. I’ve been the subject of the talents of some of the most famous strippers, and she’s better than all of them combined.

I kiss her neck, and her head falls back. I stand up, still holding her up, and I swiftly walk with my boner into the adjoining living room. I want to be with her on a soft surface. I sit back down on my white suede couch, and I take off of her dress. She takes off my shirt.

“Wow, you have so many tattoos.”

“I had a misspent youth. If they look like gang tattoos, that’s because they might be.” I shrug. I’m much more interested in her. She’s wearing a very pretty pink lace set of lingerie that does nothing to hide her tight nipples. I suck one of them through her lingerie, and she moans.

I shift her so that she’s laying down on the couch.  I ease her panties off, so that I can just stare at her bare pussy. I dip my head between her legs, and I give a long, slow lick down the entire thing. She pushes her cunt towards my face, and I lick her again. I touch her clit with my hand while my tongue pushes itself inside of her.

Her legs are shaking as she gets closer and closer to orgasm. She screeches as she hits an orgasm.

I’m relentless. I’m using my teeth lightly and gently now to heighten her arousal. I’m going to prolong this orgasm for as long as it can go. I am rubbing her clit in the exact right spot for an extended orgasm, and the sounds coming out of her mouth right now aren’t recognizable words.

Eventually, she pushes my head away. “I can’t orgasm any more.” She’s breathing hard like she’s just run a marathon.

I sit back on my heels. “If I promise you that I won’t go down on you for the rest of the night, will you let me do whatever I want with you?”

She looks at me, at my lips covered in a gloss of her juices. My hand moves to touch her knee.

“Yes.”

“That’s the right answer.” I smile. “Sit up.”

She sits up. I unsnap her bra with one hand. I could see parts of her beautiful breasts through the lace, but the sight of them completely uncovered is breathtaking.

“So perfect,” I breathe. I shake my head to get out of my trance. “Turn onto your stomach.”

I slide my hand under her to rub her clit and plunge a finger inside of her.

“Ahh!” she moans.

That’s what I like to hear. I don’t give a fuck if we get her juices on this couch. That’s what I employ cleaners for. I speed up the pace, and I have spread her juices onto her thighs. She takes quick breaths as she comes again. I slide her off the couch onto my shoulder.

“Where are you taking me?”

“My bedroom.”

Bed

Christopher

I set her down at the foot of my bed.

“Bend over.”

I look at her luscious butt wiggling in front of me.

“Do you trust me? Anything?”

“Yeah.”

I go to my nightstand to take out a satin-lined blindfold and a silk tie. “I’m going to tie you up.” I move behind her, pressing my erection into her, caging her with my much larger body. I tie her hands where they are with the silk tie. I slip the blindfold over her eyes. With her hands tied together and a blindfold on, she’s helpless beneath me.

I slide my right hand around her body to touch her clit. She moans as she presses into it. I smile, though she can’t see it. I love the way that she responds, and we’re just getting started.

I bring my left hand up, and I let it fly as I spank her.

“Hey!” She pushes off the bed, but I shove her back down.

“Anything tonight, remember?”

She settles back down, though I can see from the stiffness of her back that it’s not easy. The best lovers aren’t the ones who will sit down and roll over for you. The best ones are the ones that you savor as you tame them.

I roughly force a finger inside of her body, and I feel her muscles close around it. She’s so wet that I don’t need to find any lube as I thrust my finger inside and out of her. I’m still rubbing her clit with a circular motion. I feel her body tense up as she gets closer to a sexual peak.

All of a sudden, I pull my slick finger outside of her body, and I push at her tight little rosebud.

“Ahh!” she screams as she climaxes. I can feel how tight her ass is. She’s probably never done this before, but I like this kind of sex best. I should get her ready before I fuck her there, though.

As soon as she’s done climaxing, I put a hand on her ass and push her body onto the bed. She brings her legs up.

“Crawl forward two feet.”

With her hands tied, it’s a little harder than it would otherwise be. She’s using her elbows and knees to get forward, but she complies with my order. I get on the bed and kneel behind her. I wrap my hand around her throat, which feels like it was made to fit there. I feel the quickness of her heartbeat in her throat, and I relish the kind of trust she’s placed in me tonight. Mine.

Without any kind of warning, I thrust hard into her body, sheathing everything in one stroke.

She’s screaming, and I can feel her muscles going crazy around me. I pull back on her throat, and I push her body back and forth on my shaft. She’s getting even wetter, and the friction is barely there as she glides back and forth for me. I can hear the wet slap of our bodies joining and the light jingle of my belt with every movement. The scent of sex fills the air. She stiffens up around my cock, and she cries out hard as she climaxes again.

I pull out of her. “Shower time.”

Jacuzzi

Christopher

“But you haven’t come yet.”

“Believe me, baby, that’s on the menu.” I pull her legs until she’s at the edge of the bed, then I flip her beautiful, curvy body over. I slide my arm under her back and under her knees, bridal style. I deposit her in my Jacuzzi, and then I turn on the jets.

“Mm, this water feels so warm and good. It smells like roses.”

“That’s the bath oil.”

She leans her head back, and I admire the way that her large breasts are bobbing in the water. I take off my pants and boxers. After I get off my socks, I get into the Jacuzzi with her. I can’t keep my hands off of her. I roll her nipple in my hand, and she arches towards me. She moans. I lean in and bite her neck. She shudders through another climax.

“Stand up.”

Her body is still loose from her climax, and she’s a little shaky on her feet, but she stands up.

“Turn around.” She’s facing the wall now.

“Hands flat on the ledge. Bend over, like the bed.” She shivers, but she puts her hands down.

There is no more beautiful sight in the world than her blindfolded and tied up for my pleasure in my Jacuzzi. I feel a burst of possessiveness, like she should never, ever be shared with another man. Some things are just too good to share. She’s too good to share. Ever.

I shake away these thoughts to focus on the here and now. My little head has no problem. Its head is in the game already, and I stand behind her. I see a shiver travel up her spine as my legs touch the back of her wet legs gently. My hand travels around her body to massage her clit again. She gushes wetness, enough that it’s spilling onto her thighs. I paint it all over her pussy. She shudders through another small orgasm with just my hand.

“I want you to watch.” I still have her juices on my hand, but I dip it into the warm water before pulling her blindfold off her head.

“Get out of the tub and put your hands on my counter.”

She gets out and puts her hands on the edge of my counter.

I get behind her, and I kiss her neck before biting her earlobe. She moans in front of me, and I pinch her tightened nipples.

“Keep your eyes open.”

I start rubbing her clit again, but harder this time, rougher, more aggressive. As she gets close to orgasm, I slip just the tip of my cock inside of her. Her eyes close, and she moans.

I pull out of her, and I swat her disobedient ass. “Eyes open.”

She opens them, and our eyes meet in the mirror — her dark ones and my blue ones. “I will. Just don’t stop,” she begs.

“Be good.”

I slide my tip into her, and I start slow and a lot sweeter than the first time. Just an inch before I back out. She’s watching our bodies slide around together in the mirror, every flex of her body and mine. I’ve been patient, but I feel myself swell. I know that I’m getting close.

I grip her hips as hard as I can, and I start shoving my entire length inside of her small body. She cries out, and I know that she’s fighting to keep her eyes open from the way that they are fluttering. Her muscles are spasming around my cock, milking me, pulling me deeper inside of her body.

I grunt as I feel my body fill hers with all of my seed, pulse after pulse. I’ve never come like this. It feels like I’m power-washing her cunt with my sperm. This woman is as hot as fire. Hotter.

“Get in the tub.”

She turns around in one graceful motion. She’s fluid and beautiful as she gets back into the Jacuzzi. I take my rose-scented bath gel and a loofah.

“I’m going to wash every inch of you.”

I capture her mouth in a hard, fast kiss, then I scrub her. I slide down her arms, on her back, then her legs. I scrub her  softly rounded stomach and her curves.

“I think you forgot one place.”

“Oh? And where is that?”

She’s blushing. “Between my legs,” she whispers.

“What? I can’t hear you, Miss Kingston.”

“Between my legs,” she repeats with a little more volume.

“Ah, yes, I’ve been saving the best for last.”

I get more of the rose bath gel. I squirt it directly onto my hand. She watches me as I bring my hand into the water with the single-minded intensity of a missile finding its target.

I clean my come out of her pussy first, then I bring the soapy hand forward to caress her clit. I lean forward to take her perfect, sweet mouth and fuck her with my tongue in the same rhythm as my hand rubs her clit. She is bucking wildly towards me now, and I disconnect my mouth from hers. She moans hard, and I bite her perfect neck. She is launched into another orgasm, which I can feel around my hand as she clenches uncontrollably.

I pick up her body. There’s water everywhere around the tub, but it doesn’t matter. Water dries.

I balance her in one hand as I get a towel, then I walk into my bedroom and throw her on my bed. I love her like this, naked and sweet-smelling, dark skin against my cold silver sheets, her mouth swollen with my kisses and her eyes dazed from having so many orgasms. I bring the towel around to dry her, then I kiss every inch of the skin that I’m drying.

I quickly dry myself, then I throw the towel into my hamper.

I twist her body so that she’s the little spoon in front of me, and my body is so much bigger than hers that there has to be a foot between where her feet end and mine begin. I wrap my arm around her waist, and I cup a breast in my hand. My chin goes into the crook of her neck, and it feels like she was a puzzle piece made to fit me exactly.

I close my eyes.

“Good night, Miss Kingston.”

“Good night, Christopher.”