My White Billionaire Bundle (BWWM Billionaire Romance) (5 page)

He knelt down behind me, unzipping his fly. “Is this what you want?” he said as he pulled my tail to the side and laid his hard, massive cock up against my pussy. His purple crown almost reached my belly button.

“Yes!” I screamed, grinding myself down and back against him. My juices made his nest of hair a sticky mess, my labia unfolded and running down his shaft. My exposed clit would explode in pleasure each time it rubbed against him.

“Mmmm, that feels so good,” he said, “but do you think you deserve this cock?” His big hand swatted my left butt cheek. “Do you think you’ve earned it?” It came down again to smack against the other.

I let out a little gasp, my pussy getting wetter by the second. Each smack sent my tail flying the other way, which pulled at the plug deep inside me. I could feel the hot pulse of his heartbeat through his cock as it laid against my belly. “No, sir. I haven’t earned it.”

“You’re right,” he said, pulling his cock from between my legs.

The absence of him made me let out a little cry. My sweat was running down my face, down my chest and dripping down from my nipples.
 

“There is a process, Tina. We follow the process. You’ve overcome fear tonight, and that’s commendable,” he said, standing up and leading me out of the room by my leash. “You’ve taken to your leash and collar very well. You’ve opened up, bloomed into a bitch in heat.”

Out of the side of my eye I could see his long cock swing with each step, the tip of it glistening with his pre-cum. He walked me towards another room, one we hadn’t entered before. Would there be another step stool? Another blindfold?

“Are you ready for the next step, Tina? The power is in your hands,” he said as I sat in front of the closed door.

I could tell that the door wasn’t fully shut, so I pushed it open with the top of my head. Inside was a room with dark red wallpaper. The only sources of light were candelabras along the walls, their shimmering flames making shadows dance around the room. A large something was covered by a black silk in the center of the room.

“This is the next step in the process, Tina. Your relief lies under that sheet,” he said.

I crawled towards the large object, then grabbed the edge of the silk with my teeth and pulled it down. The silk fluttered down and revealed some kind of chair.

“This is a mounting chair, Tina. I’m going to put you into it. I’m going to to secure you with leather straps. You won’t be able to move a muscle while I have my way with you,” he said as his cock pulsed, returning to a fully erect state.

I shook my tail in excitement and crawled forward. I needed him so bad, I practically leapt up into the chair. It took me a second to figure out how to step into it, but once I was in it I saw that it braced me on all fours.

Mr. Stannis knelt down and secured thick leather straps around my forearms and calves. They latched down tightly but were lined in a plush, almost furry lining. When he tightened the last one, I was bent over, naked on all fours, completely at his mercy.

He stood in front of me and began to undress. I delighted when his shirt came off, exposing his broad shoulders. I felt it between my legs when his legs flexed, and the sight of his washboard abs made my stomach do flips. I could appreciate this man completely, not just aesthetically. That body was about to do things to me that a lesser body couldn’t.

“I have such a need, Tina,” he said as he stepped to stand in front of me.
 

I opened my mouth and took him in. The saltiness and musk of his seed filled my brain, the pheromones broadcasting his masculine intent to dominate me, mount me and mate with me. His smooth skin filled my mouth, stretching my jaw and trapping my tongue underneath him.

“Mmmm, that feels so good, Tina,” he said, pushing himself further down my throat.

My eyes began to water, the fullness of his girth blocking my airflow.

He pulled out, a messy coating of my spit spilling out behind him. I swallowed and opened my mouth again, ready for him. A new pearl of his pre-cum stood on the tip of his cock, and I seized my prize as he slid back in. This time I was able to take him all the way, my nose buried in his pubes.

He put his hand on the back of my head and began fucking my mouth in earnest. His balls bounced against my chin, his knees bent to angle his thrusts right.

My mind was in ecstasy, this alpha male using me to sate his own desires. My body was in hell, my pussy aching and sorely in need of him.

He pulled out again, a long strand of spittle stretching from the tip of his cock to my lips. Without saying a word, he walked around me to approach me from the rear. “I wanted this to last longer, but I’m just a man, and I need you.”

With one hand he held my tail to the side, and with the other he guided himself to my entrance. Electricity arced between us as his slick head touched my slick slit.

My lips gave way as he pushed himself into me with one forceful thrust. Buried to the hilt, he bent down to lay on top of me, panting. I was crushed between him and the hard wooden surface beneath me. I cried out in pleasure.

“God, damn. So tight,” he whispered into my ear. One of his hands went down to maul my breast. The other wrapped the leash around and around until his hand was next to my neck. “Such a sweet, obedient little bitch.”

He pulled back and thrust into me again, sending a shockwave of force through my body as he took me. His balls slammed against my thighs. If the chair wasn’t holding my securely in place, I would’ve been planted on my face.
 

“Please don’t stop,” I begged as he hammered into me. My wrists ached, my knees were sore. Every time his hips slammed forward to hit my spanked ass cheeks, I gritted my teeth in delicious pain.

“The only sound I want you to make,” he said, low and quietly, “is the sound of you coming.” His hand with the leash pulled back, choking me slightly while he fucked me with abandon. The sweat poured off of our bodies. My hair was stuck to my face, blinding me out of one eye.

“Damn,” he said, grunting as he bounced his cock into me with heightened speed. “Unnngh!” he roared, pushing himself deeply into me one last time, flattening me against the hard wood of the mounting chair.

As I felt him fill me with his seed, I came. I opened my mouth, my sweaty hair falling into it as waves of pleasure exploded from my core. My pussy milked his cock, needing to drain his balls of all their precious cum.

Panting heavily, he collapsed on top of me, his cock losing hardness. He slipped out of me and stood up. “That was incredible, Tina,” he said as he unbuckled my straps. He helped me out of the chair and pulled me up to stand in front of him. He kissed me deeply, letting his hands roam all over my back.

“Shhh…” I said, putting a finger to his lips. “Just hold me.”

My White Billionaire 3

By

Claire Fenton

I walked down the hallway from Mr. Stannis’ room. Ok, hobbled was more like it. After what he’d just done to me, my legs were shaking and my pussy was on fire. I knew I looked a hot mess but didn’t care. Being with such a dominant man with such specific tastes was incredible.

I pushed the button to the elevator, waiting for the steel beast to arise to gently take me back to my room. I glanced down at my knees, the time I’d spent on them scandalously evident. I’d crawled on my hands and knees. I’d drunk from a dog bowl. All while wearing a collar and leash and loving every second of it.

Even Denise. Her preening, her judgment, her begrudging acceptance. I’d faced my fears, stepped into the gladiator’s arena and emerged victorious. Mr. Stannis had been drunk, but not too drunk to fuck me wildly. The thought of his white length disappearing into my darkness was enough to make me need to lean against the wall for a moment.

The ding of the elevator’s arrival snapped me out of my reverie. The doors opened to an interior that was far too bright. I hit the button to my floor, and the elevator descended. On the very next floor, it stopped.

The doors parted and Maggie walked into the elevator. My roommate, competitor and nemesis. Her lipstick was smeared, her mascara was running and her hair needed straightening.

“Hot date?” I said, grinning. I knew she didn’t like me, and once our intern period was over, one of us would be going home early. But I needed someone to commiserate with.
 

She took one look at me and shook her head. “You’re one to talk.” She stepped in and leaned against the elevator wall. “Another Stannis booty call?”

“It’s not like that,” I said, looking away. “I think he really likes me.”

“Like, love, I’d just settle for a guy who was considerate enough not to get cum in my hair. I was in the salon Thursday and now this,” she said, holding up a length of her hair, stuck together.

“Eww,” I said. “So, who was it?”

Maggie closed her eyes and leaned her head back. “Donnie Blue,” she said. The slightest smile alighted on her lips.

“The DJ?” I said.
 

“The very one,” she said. “He’s spending some time in New York in between Ibiza and Singapore. He said this year he’ll be in a different country every week.” Her eyes went wide with excitement. “Can you imagine?”

The doors opened and we walked to our room.

“I don’t know. Doesn’t that sound lonely?” I said.

“That’s why these powerful famous men have women like us,” she said. “Their lives are stressful and exhausting. So they need dependable women to warm their beds while they’re here.”

The end of her sentence stung me. “It sounds like you have a great thing going with Donnie, but it’s different with Mr. Stannis and I.”

Maggie laughed. “How is it different?” She slid the keycard into the slot and opened our door.

“It just is. He’s got…” I said, the door closing behind me.

“He’s got what? A big dick? A dirty kink?” she said, spinning around. “That’s it!” Her eyes blazed.

“Never mind,” I said.

“Ohhh no. You’re going to spill it, slut,” she said. Her grin was impish. “What’s his thing? Diaper stuff?”

“Wait,” I said.

“Yeah, I bet he’s got a huge ass crib up there, makes you feed him from a big bottle, change his shitty diapers. God, what a fucking pervert! Does he call you mommy while you fuck him?”

“What?” I said.

“I’ve been there,” she said. “Mr. Danerski. I was working at a second tier hotel that was barely in Manhattan. Shit head millionaire clientele. Small fish with huge egos,” she said, getting undressed. “Anyway, Mr. Danerski. Diaper stuff,” she said. I saw a visible shiver run through her body.

“Stop with the diaper stuff! It’s nothing like that,” I said, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

“Then what is it?” She stepped closer to me. She smelled of sweat and sex. Her tight stomach still held a sheen of perspiration. In the dim light from the bathroom, I could see hand marks on her neck. “Come on, kibbutz with me. What’s the fun of fucking billionaires if we can’t gossip afterwards?”

“He…he likes…to put a collar on me,” I said.

“Yeah,” she said, her eyes going up and down my body.She brushed the hair from my neck, moving my chin aside.

“Hey,” I said, protesting softly.
 

“What else?” she said, her eyes meeting mine. Like glittering sapphires, beautiful and cold.

“And then he put a leash on me,” I said, whispering.

“What else?” she said, her fingers brushing the hair from my cheek. She leaned in close and smelled my neck.

“Then he…” I turned my head, my lips brushing against her cheek. “He fucked me,” I said.

“What else?” she said, turning to face me, our lips so close.

“That’s it,” I said, closing my eyes. I leaned forward. My lips met nothing. I opened my eyes.

“That’s it?” Maggie said, arms folded and standing a foot back. “Some light BDSM stuff? You are so boring.”

“That’s boring?” I said, incredulous.

“I bet your grandparents do light BDSM after they’re done feeding the cows or whatever. I thought you had something good,” she said. “Like maybe he was into tuning or inflation or something German.”

“Wait, what?” I said. “I’m sorry I shared what I did. You’re obviously on a whole different level of…whatever this is. Mr. Stannis and I have something special.”

“Well, this weekend we’ll see,” she said, stepping into the bathroom. She made to close the door behind her, but I stopped it.

“This weekend?” I said.

“Yeah, at the…”she said. “Oh, never mind.” She pulled the door shut and I heard the shower go on.

—

“You’re out to destroy me,” Denise said casually.

I looked to Maggie, who had her mouth glued shut. I checked my watch. We weren’t late, but it was close. We’d speed walked from the elevator, and I was trying to keep my panting quiet.

“Do you know how much pressure I’m under right now?” she said, looking at me. “Do you have even the tiniest clue?” She shifted her gaze to Maggie.

“Ms. Fingle, wha-“ I started.

Her finger shot up. “Don’t say anything. Your voices are like chirps and buzzes from some terrible nightmare. Just,” she said, “don’t speak.”

I clamped my mouth shut. I felt my palms getting damp. I thought I was getting used to Denise’s peculiar management style, but this was befuddling.

Denise walked from behind her desk and circled us, like a pack of lions circling the gazelle. “Tonight is very important. It’s this Hotel’s birthday. One hundred years. Can you even conceive what that means?”

Her fingers went up and caught a small length of hair that had escaped my ponytail. “This is unacceptable. This lack of attention to detail will not suffice this weekend.” She switched her attention to Maggie.

I quickly re-bundled my hair into the ponytail, pulling it tight and double checking that no hairs were astray. I saw Denise grab a tiny part of Maggie's shirt that wasn’t tucked in.

“I can’t believe I put any faith in you two. I see I’ve been too relaxed, and in turn you’ve gotten lazy.” She released Maggie's shirt, and Maggie quickly tucked it back into her pants and straightened it out.

“This weekend will not be ruined by two incompetent nincompoops like you. No fucking way,” she said, her voice growing quiet. “Do you understand me?”