Billionaire Kink (5 page)

Chapter Eight

He turned his head to the side,
offering me his cheek. I pressed my nose to his face, inhaling the scent of his
skin. This was the moment I had been dreaming of for months. I lay upon his
chest, threading my fingers through his hair and feeling his cock prodding my
pussy. He was still safely encased in his boxers, but not for long. I nuzzled
his face, enjoying the beginnings of a beard.

“Oh, God…” I kissed him, tasting the
saltiness of his skin. His scalp felt hot to the touch, his hair silky soft. I
nibbled on his ear, prodding the indentation with my tongue. My robe was
tangled around me, and I sat up to remove it, exposing myself. “See something
you want?”

“You crazy bitch.”

“If you’re so upset, why don’t you
scream? Margaret could call the police. They’d rescue you. They could save you
from me; because if they don’t, you
will
be mine.” I wondered at the husky tone in my voice. Where had this sex goddess
come from? I rubbed myself against him, my pussy enjoying the feel of his cock.
“How awful it must be to actually have contact with your plaything.” I tried to
kiss him, but he turned away. I nibbled on his throat instead, sucking and
producing an instant
hickie
. “I have to ask you
something. How many times have you jacked off to those videos?
Once a day?
Twice a day?
Three
times?” I was making his boxers wet with the creamy residue of my arousal.

“Untie me, Gretchen.”

“I love the way my name sounds on
your lips. Say it again.”

“Go to hell,” he growled.

I approached his mouth, but he jerked
away to avoid me. “You have to want me, James. I know you do. How long were you
going to deny yourself? Forever? Was that the plan?” I kissed his throat and
trailed a path of dampness to his chest, where my tongue circled his tiny
nipple. “Hum…you taste so nice.” He groaned. “Do you like what I’m doing to
you? Are you gonna be able to handle it?”

“I’ve nothing to say to you.”

“Did you not touch your wife either?
Is that why she left you?” He froze.
Oooh
…I’d hit a
nerve. “She’s married to some Indian businessman. Maybe he can give her what
you can’t.” I brushed his cock, which jerked beneath the silken material of his
clothing. I bit a nipple gently and sucked. “Why didn’t you ever have kids?”

“Shut up.” He sounded hoarse.

I grasped the scissors, holding them
in such a way that it looked like I might stab him. “You’re going to answer my
questions.”

His eyes widened in alarm. “It’s none
of your fucking business. Get those goddamned scissors away from me!”

The cold tip of the metal pressed to
the indentation at the base of his throat. “You don’t know me, Mr. Gordon. You
took a chance in hiring me. I might never have been arrested or anything…but
that doesn’t mean I’m not capable of all sorts of things.” I felt a moment of
triumph at the flash of doubt in his eye. “How do you know I don’t pick up men
and turn the tables on them? Maybe I’ve done it before with other wealthy men?
Maybe I’ve humiliated them so much they won’t even go to the police? Did you
ever think of that?”

“You’re a
pyscho
-bitch!”

“Or maybe I just want you so badly.
Maybe I’m risking everything to be close to you. It’s
all your
fault really. You pushed me to this.” I ran the scissors down his stomach.
“Johnny wants to come out and play.” I snipped the fabric on his silk boxers.
“I don’t care if you think I’m crazy. I don’t care if I go to prison or
whatever. I’ve been dreaming about this cock for so long. You’re going to fuck
me, Mr. Gordon.” I tugged the shreds of the material away, exposing his jutting
organ. “Oh, you’re more than ready.” I threw the scissors on the floor and straddled
him, knowing I was so wet that he would slide inside of me without a problem. I
felt him at my entrance. “
Omigod
,” I groaned. I gazed
at him, transfixed by the hostile need in his eyes.

“Don’t do it.”

“It’s too late now.” I lowered on his
magnificent tool, letting it slide into my womanhood. “Oh, God…yes…” I dug my
fingers into his stomach, kneading the firm flesh. “Oh, fuck me. Fuck me.” I
drove my hips low and sharp, rubbing against him, my clit brushing his pelvis.
Just knowing that the object of my obsession was now inside of me could have
triggered an instant orgasm. I brushed aside the tingling, forcing the feeling
to recede. I wouldn’t be able to hold it off forever, because this joining was
just too good. “Oh…send me to prison. I so don’t care.” He’d closed his eyes. I
dropped to his chest, covering his mouth with my lips. “Kiss me, James. Kiss
me.” He hadn’t turned his face away, and I used the opportunity to invade his
mouth, savoring the taste of him. My hips continued to thrust, over and over,
while the kiss deepened. To my sheer delight, he began to respond. “Oh-my-God-James!”

The orgasm that I had tried to hold
off ripped through my system as our tongues battled. I knew he could feel me
trembling, the muscles in my pussy contracting around him. I fucked him harder,
hoping that he would join me, but he remained lodged deeply, his cock pulsing.
Would he deny me the satisfaction of his orgasm? I rode him for quite some
time, his stifled groans reaching my ears, but he would not spend himself. An
idea formed in the sordid caverns of my mind.

“You’re playing hard to get, aren’t
you?” He opened his eyes to glare at me. “I’m going to make you cum, you dirty
boy. You’re really the pervert here. You like to have control over your little
playthings, don’t you? You like to call the shots. Did you have an overbearing
mother? Did she hover and smother? Is that why you have to dominate women?”

“Go to hell.” There was a slight tick
in his cheek.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” I got off the
bed and dug around in the duffle bag, retrieving lubrication. “That’s okay. I’m
going to thoroughly skin your cat, buddy, and there won’t be a damn thing you
can do about it.” He eyed me warily, noting the tube of lubrication. “What will
I do with this?” I leaned over him, staring into his eyes, enjoying his
discomfort. His cock was as hard as a steel pole, and leaking profusely. I
unscrewed the top and squirted out a liberal amount of gel. I made quick work,
rubbing the salve over my anus. “Oh, yeah. That’s where you’re going. This
baby’s about to pop.”

He swallowed visibly. “You’ve dug
your grave pretty deep.”

“Oh, dear. Are you suing my dead
mother also? Do you have ties to the mob? Are they gonna bust my kneecaps? Pull
out my fingernails? Hum?” I grasped his cock, positioning it beneath me. “If
this doesn’t work, I’ll suck you till I’m blue in the face.” I felt him breach
the tight bands of my hole, stretching me to impossible breadths. This position
allowed me to slowly ease down on him, taking a tiny portion at a time.
Whatever discomfort I felt was quickly forgotten, as he stroked me deeply, his
cock lodged in my anal cavity. I held nothing back, fucking him senseless,
driving low and deep. A look of pain etched across his features. He was fighting
his orgasm. He refused to give in, and I refused to let up, working him like
the possessed woman I was. “Oh, God,” I breathed. “Do it! I know you want to.
Cum in me!”

“Fuck you!”

“Fine,” I laughed. “I can do this all
night.” My breasts bounced and jiggled with the motion of my hips. The friction
of our bodies had created a layer of perspiration between us. I rode him like a
bull at the rodeo, digging my fingertips into his belly and bouncing over him,
driving that shaft in even deeper. “Oh, God, James. It’s so good.” The pressure
was immense. My sensitive clit was so swollen it brushed against his pelvis,
igniting a distracting tingling. A second orgasm was a distinct possibility.

“No!” His handsome facial features
were pinched in agony.

“Oh, yes.” Triumph soared through me;
the thrill of victory was at hand. He wouldn’t be able to hold it off much
longer. I tweaked his nipples, pulling on them and twisting them with little
remorse.

He fought against his restraints,
rattling the chains. “You fucking bitch!” He threw his head back and groaned.
His hips bucked up to try to dislodge me, but I squeezed him between my thighs,
holding him in place.

“James!” I was breathless from
working him, my bottom smarting with the effects of his cock. Reaching behind me,
I grasped his balls, pulling the soft sacs away from his body. “Oh, fuck me,
James.
Ooohhh
…” I shuddered with pleasure, the orgasm
forcing my head back.

“Goddammit!” He thrust upwards,
stiffening. He jetted his seed into my anal cavity, flooding me with heat.

“I got you now, Mr. Gordon.” A wicked
smile lit my eyes. I lay on his chest, exhausted, yet happy beyond measure. I
listened to his heart beating, relishing the contact. I kissed his neck,
tasting the saltiness of his perspiration. This might be the last time I was
ever this close to him. His diminishing cock slid out of my ass. I moved hair
away from his forehead. “Are you really mad?”

“Untie me.”

“Kiss me.”

“No.”

“It might be asking a lot,
considering everything that’s happened, but can we date?” He snorted in reply. “I’d
like to be with you…get to know you.”

“You’re outta your goddamned mind.”

I threaded my fingers through his
hair, feeling perspiration. “Why not?”

“I’m going to ruin you, remember?”

“As far as I can tell you’re not
dating anyone.”

“Untie me.”

I stared at him for a long moment,
knowing this was the end. There was nothing else I could do or say that would
make any difference now. I had expected his rejection, but to actually hear it
was disheartening. I slid from the bed, snatching the robe off the carpet.
Tears threatened, and I didn’t want to embarrass myself anymore than I had
already. I disappeared into the bathroom, washing up and dressing quickly. I
had realized my obsession tonight, but now I felt nothing but grief and depression.
Some warped part of my mind thought that once we had made love he would profess
his desire to be with me.
I’m a damn fool
.
I braced myself before leaving the room.

He stared at me as I approached the
bed. “Get these fucking things off.” He pulled on the binds.

“Goodbye, Mr. Gordon.” I stepped from
the room feeling horrible. I had gotten what I wanted tonight. I had conquered
the beast and won, but why did it feel like I had just lost? I brushed past
Cale
and his co-worker. “You can untie him now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I expected the police at my door that
evening. When they didn’t come, I thought they would arrive in the morning.
That didn’t happen either. I anticipated them at the clinic the next day. There
was no sign of them. As the days wore on and I remained a free woman, I
wondered about the ruin that Mr. Gordon had threatened. My funds continued to
flow, the accounts were all open, the patients streamed in, and life went on, as
if nothing extraordinary had happened. I spent my evenings with the remote in
one hand, potato chips in another, and tears in my eyes. I thought assuaging my
obsession and feeding it everything it wanted would make it go away, but the
opposite had occurred. I found myself craving that man, even more now than
ever.

Why hasn’t he arrested me yet?

What the hell is going on?

Chapter Nine

I was late meeting my sister at a bar
on North Michigan Avenue. I had not received the confirmation call regarding
the bi-weekly meeting with Mr. Gordon, and I wasn’t surprised.
I guess that’s over.
Never being able to
see him again would be punishment enough, I supposed. I glanced out the window
of the cab, not really seeing the cars or the people. They were an amalgamation
of colorful smears, blurring before my eyes. Life had continued on around me…but
I was stuck.

You’re gonna need a shrink, Gretchen. You’ve dug yourself in good.

Shut up.

Emily was flying back to Honduras
tomorrow, and this would be our last night together. I struggled to put on a
game-face, hiding the depression behind a happy-looking veneer. After paying
the cabby, I stepped into the street, the smell of coffee with a hint of sewer
assailing me. The establishment I entered was decorated with darkly paneled
walls and draped in velvety purple curtains. It was packed with locals and
tourists. My eyes focused on the bar, finding the woman I was looking for,
sipping a drink. I waded through the noisy throng to reach her.

Her eyes lit up. “Hey, you!” She slid
from the stool and hugged me.

“Hi,
Em
.”

“Took you long enough.”

“Sorry.” She was two years younger
and far more attractive than me, or at least I thought so. She’d poured her
lithe frame into a slinky dress that ended above the knees. “What are you
having?”

“Apple martini.”

The bartender came over. “What can I
get you?”

“A mimosa.” He nodded and reached for
a champagne bottle. I eyed my sister. “So, you ready to go back?”

“Yep.”

“Not tired of the jungle?”

“Nope.”

“You’re nuts.”

“We’re both nuts. But you knew that.”

The bartender handed me the drink.
“Thanks.” I had a sip, enjoying the fruity carbonation.

“So what’s going on? Something’s been
bugging you.”

I sighed. “Guy problems.”

“You gonna spill the beans, or am I
gonna have to get out my crystal ball?”

I stared at the liquor bottles
against the wall. “I’m such a fuck up. I can’t do anything right.”

“What are you talking about? You made
the clinic in Santa Rita happen. You opened one downtown and another’s on the
way. What the hell? How does that make you a fuck up?”

“My life’s in the shithole.”

“Well,
so’s
mine. It’s all work and no play. The right guy will come along. You hang in
there.”

“I found him.”

“Yeah?” A shapely brow lifted.

“He hates me. He’s…weird.” My
shoulders slumped, and the happy veneer faltered. “I’m always attracted to the
weirdos
.”

“What happened?”

“He’s…
er
…kinky.”

“Oh, Jesus, now what? Is he like that
guy who lived with his sister in the basement?”

I nearly choked on my drink. “No! Oh,
God. I’d totally forgotten about that creep.” I hit her shoulder lightly. “Ugh.
Did you have to bring him up?”

“That was a real winner,” she
laughed. Several interested male gazes turned to observe Emily.

“No. He’s just eccentric. I screwed
it up…well, I never really had a chance.”

“
What’s he look
like?”

“He’s so…intense. Charismatic.” I
shrugged. “He’s just awesome, but I don’t really know him.”

“Tall, dark hair, mid-thirties?”

“Yeah. How’d you guess?”

“That guy over there’s staring at
you.” She pointed behind my head.

I glanced over my shoulder,
recognizing the man standing by the doorway. “Oh, shit!”

“Is that him?”

“Yeah.”

“Looks like he’s found you.”

“Oh, my God.” Would I be arrested
now? I didn’t see the police. It looked like he was alone. “I don’t know what
he’s doing here. Must be coincidence.”
Or the beginning of a
nightmare.

“Um-hum.” Emily sipped her cocktail.

“He’s coming over!” My first instinct
was to hide behind the bar, but it was too late.

“The Fox sisters,” he said evenly.
“It’s good to meet you, Emily.” He held out his hand. Here was the man who
would not shake my hand when we first met.
I’m
sorry. I don’t shake hands...

“I’ve heard about you. You provide
our funding. Thank you so much. Your generosity is greatly appreciated.”

His attention was on me. “I need to
speak with Gretchen, if you don’t mind. My car’s waiting.”

Emily winked. “Looks like you’ll be
going then.” I stared at him dumbfounded while my sister hugged me. “Call me
tomorrow before my flight. He’s gorgeous,” she whispered.

“He’ll probably take me to the police
station.” He had overheard every word I said.

“No he won’t, silly,” Emily laughed.
“Always such a ham.” She gave me a look.

I grabbed my purse. “Time to face the
firing squad.”

“Have fun.”

Oh, yeah, loads
.

A sleek black car was waiting for us,
and the chauffer held open the door. “Thanks.” I got in and slid to the end of
the seat. Mr. Gordon joined me, his expression void, yet interested. “Okay,
what do you want? I thought you were going to
ruin
me? I’ve been waiting for you to make a move.”

“I am making a move.”

“How so?”

“I’m here with you now.”

“Where are we going?”

“To my apartment.”

That was a shock. My mouth hung open,
my brain having frozen. He stared at me for a long time, so long, in fact, that
I began to tingle everywhere. Whether he felt the buzz of recognition or not, I
didn’t know, but I felt it. It pinged between us like a sensual static charge,
making me almost dizzy with longing. When I was on the edge of not being able
to take it another moment, I saw him inch towards me. I slid down the seat, and
we collided, our mouths fusing, my arms snaking around his neck. The kiss was
hungry and unapologetic, our tongues meeting, deepening the connection. I was
utterly lost in him, my body pressed to the steely length of his chest. His
hands were on my back, pulling me further into him, while the sweetness of his
breath filled my lungs.

It was a while before I realized the
car had stopped. We were in the confines of a parking garage. I was still
kissing him, as the driver opened the door. We managed to extricate ourselves
from the vehicle, hurrying for the elevator. Once inside, he grasped my upper
arms, drawing me to him, covering my mouth with his soft lips. The door slid
open, but we were on the wrong floor.

“Shit!” He pressed the button again
impatiently.

If he was distracted, I was more so, sucking
on his lip, trying to eat him alive. I drove my fingers through his hair,
altering his perfect locks. He looked marvelously bedraggled by the time I was
through with him. When we emerged from the elevator, he led me to the door of
his apartment, inserting a key. I hardly had a moment to take it all in,
because of the speed at which he escorted me down the hall to his bedroom. The
modernly appointed space was decorated sparingly, the bed being the largest
piece of furniture in the room. We fell onto it, an excited heap of flesh and
bones, encased in far too many pieces of clothing. His tie came undone, along
with his shirt. I flung my top to the floor and discarded my pants. Our naked
bodies pressed together, hands sliding over skin, fingers seeking, exploring,
while our tongues fought a never-ending battle. I hardly had a moment to gather
myself before his cock prodded me, wetting itself in my juices. The state of my
arousal was something I would blame him for. He was why I was such an emotional
and physical mess, and only his touch could cure me.

“Is this happening?” I sounded
breathy.

“Apparently.”

I giggled, “What is this?”

“The hell if I know.”

His cock drove deep, filling me
completely. “Oh, God, James. Just fuck me.” His plundering hardness left me
trembling, my body begging for more. I threw my legs around his hips, gripping
him tightly.

“You crazy bitch.”

“You sadistic bastard.”

“That makes us even.”

He kissed me, while stroking
intimately; his movements were matched, thrust for thrust by the tilt of my
pelvis. We strove to reach oblivion together, the pressure building,
threatening to blow the lid off the pot. I gripped his ass, my fingers digging
into his muscles. He groaned in my ear, his hot breath ragged and gasping.

“Oh…God…James…”

Our bodies were slick with
perspiration; the energy we exerted to climb to the pinnacle of abandon had
taken its toll. I would be chafed and swollen tomorrow, my lips gratefully
suffering the ardent abuse of his mouth. I was nearing the end of what I could
withstand, because just being this close to him was enough to fling me over the
edge.

“James!” He rose over me, his face
unguarded. His need was etched clearly in that expression, and it shocked me.
The gentleness of his lovemaking gave way to passion, his cock driving deep
with each thrust. I could barely breathe; the pace was so intense. I shuddered,
flinging my head against the pillow, as the orgasm hit. “
Ooohh
…God…fuck
me, James. Fuck me!”

“Aw…Jesus…” he groaned, stiffening,
his release pouring out in a torrent. He mumbled something incoherent, collapsing
on top of me. The sheets were damp beneath us. We remained together for long
minutes, until our breathing had returned to normal. Then he fell to his side,
drawing me to him.

“Is this your idea of
ruining
me?”

“I guess.”

“I’m fine with it.”

He chuckled, his chest rumbling. “So
it seems.”

I raised myself on an elbow to look
at him. I could just see him in the dim lighting. “You aren’t mad at me?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

He moved a strand of hair out of my
eyes. “I want you.”

My tummy burst open with tingles.
“Really?”

“It goes against my better judgment,
but yeah.”

“Why would it go against your better
judgment? Am I that horrible?”

“No, you’re amazing. I’m lousy at relationships.”

“You were married for ten years.”

“That doesn’t make me a success. She
put up with a lot.”

“Because you like to hire people for
sex?”

“No. I didn’t do that in my marriage.”

“But you hired me. You hired all
those people who…fucked me.”

He sighed. “I was bored.”

“How many times did you look at those
videos?”

He smiled slightly. “A lot.”

“You’re a pervert.”

“Maybe. Maybe I’m just kinky.”

“Will you let me get to know you?”

“The secret is that I’m really not that
interesting, Gretchen. I find you infinitely more fascinating.”

“I doubt that.”

“You’ve no idea how beautiful you
are. How vulnerable. Watching you has been wonderful. Your transformation
was…stimulating. You were so scared at first, so shy. I hated you for turning
the tables on me, because I knew you’d come into your own. I realized we’d have
to start over as equals.” His hand was on my back, gently rubbing.

“Is that bad?”

“No.”

“Are we dating now?”

“If you want.”

“What do you want?”

“Just you.”

“That sounds like a plan.” My head
rested on his chest. A happy memory flitted through my mind. “Do you know what
my favorite encounter was?”

“What?”

“The midgets.” He laughed at that.
“I’ve never had my toes sucked before. I
kinda
liked
it.”

“It was one of my better ideas.”

“I really liked Elizabeth too.”

“I could tell.”

“I did things I never thought I’d
do.”

“Yes.”

“She should join us some time. I
think…it would be fun.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

I traced a muscle on his stomach.
“Yep.”

“It has possibilities.”

“I’m still waiting for my arrest, Mr.
Gordon. I was looking forward to some sexy guys in police uniforms. Handcuffs
are a turn on.”

“You’re giving me a lot of ideas, Ms.
Fox.”

“I am?”

He shifted on the bed, pushing his
erection into my tummy. “Yes, you are.”

I wrapped my hand around his cock.
“We could role-play now, if you want.”