The Billionaire Bundle (5 page)

To say Tessa couldn't believe her
ears would be an understatement.  In less than a minute, they had gone from talking about skydiving to her being his... sex slave? And getting paid more in one month than she could reasonably hope to make in two years? Tessa sat staring at him, with just enough self-control to not allow her mouth to hang open in shock.  She couldn't think. She couldn't talk.  It was all she could do to try to wrap her head around the scenario he had just painted.

Ian seemed to sense her paralysis and got up from the chair without waiting for an answer. "Tell you what," he said smoothly.  "Let's leave this subject for a moment and come back to it.  Why don't we have a glass of champagne?" He walked out of the room for a moment, and returned with two flutes in one hand and a bucket with a chilled bottle in the other.  He poured a glass and handed it to her, and she took it mutely.  Pouring some of the golden liquid into the other flute, he held it up to hers and silently clinked the two together.  They drank, and Tessa was grateful for the yeasty taste and that he did not ask her to respond. 

As she felt the liquid begin to warm her insides, he spoke again.  "Tessa, what, ultimately, do you want out of life?"

This was the weirdest job interview I've ever had, she thought, and giggled at the absurdity of it all. He smiled at her, enjoying that she seemed to be recovering from the shock of his proposal.  "I'm not sure I can answer that," Tessa admitted. "To be happy and fulfilled, I guess.  But honestly, I'm only twenty-four.  I feel like I might still be too young to know enough about myself to really understand what would fulfill me.  It's a strange thing; when I was younger, I thought I knew exactly what would make me happy. But the older I get, the more I see people who went in a certain direction and now regret not aiming a little higher, or experiencing more of what life has to offer before they settle in to something."

He nodded, and the corners of his mouth went up just a little. "Yes, very true.  And I'll let you in on a little secret: that fear that you might mistake security for fulfillment never quite goes away."  Tessa looked at him, and then down at her glass, realizing that she had finished her champagne.  He saw her look, and gracefully poured her another. 

"What about you? What do you want out of life?" she asked him.

"To know myself," he said simply. "And to not be afraid to embrace what I know I want." He raised his glass to her silently, and they drank. "And right now, what I want is you. To watch you spasming in the throes of passion. Your gorgeous skin, under my lips.  Your breasts, under my touch.  Your sex, under my tongue. Eventually, your heat, wrapped around me as I come inside you." 

As he spoke, his words licked her like fire, caressing her everywhere and making her long to be touched, to be possessed by him. Her lower lips throbbed, swollen and ready for him already. Ian looked at Tessa with a question in his eyes, and this time she did not look away from him.  Setting his glass down, he rose up and reached for hers, which she immediately gave him.  He put her glass down next to his, and offered her his hand.  In a sort of trance, she took it, and he lifted her up and into his strong arms.  Instead of kissing her, as she expected, his hands undid the first two buttons on her blouse and lifted her breast out of its cup.  He began to lick her nipple gently, then suck and tease it, and the pleasure was so intense she was close to orgasm almost immediately.  She moaned and arched her back as he pushed aside her bra and began to assault her other nipple, keeping a tormenting thumb on the first one so that she was driven nearly wild with desire.  Tessa heard herself whimper, already desperate for him, needing to come, needing him inside her with an urgency she had never felt during sex before.

Suddenly he broke away from her, making sure she was standing without aid before he stood back to face her.  Glancing down, she couldn't help but notice the gorgeous bulge that indicated his desire.  "Tessa," he said, his voice more gruff now but still controlled. "I think perhaps we should talk about whether you can accept the terms of my contract?"

She knew now that there was no going back. She had to have this. She needed to jump.  "Yes," she breathed.

He nodded once, and then spoke again.  "There is one more thing I think you should know. I would reserve the right to bring... others... into our arrangement, if I so desire.  And you would agree to submit to any activities that were not physically painful or dangerous to you."

A brief shot of fear coursed through her, but she brushed it away. "I agree," she said.

"You will find the contract on that table, there. Please read through it and sign. Then, if you are ready, I'll take you to your apartment."

Tessa was surprised.  So soon?

"Is it far?" She asked uncertainly.

"It's right downstairs," he said with the smile she was beginning to know so well.

Ian absented himself to give Tessa time to read through the contract. 
My God
, she thought, her hands trembling as she scanned the terms.
Am I really going to go through with this?
But even as she questioned her sanity, she knew that Ian had unlocked something within her -- something she had not realized she needed.  To lose control.  Taking the onyx-inlaid pen waiting on the table for her, she leaned down and hurriedly signed her name, before she could talk herself out of it. 

A minute later, Ian came back.  "Are you ready?" he asked taking her small hand in his large, warm one.  She looked up at him and nodded soberly.  He laughed softly and lightly brushed her lips with his. "This will be exquisite.  You will enjoy yourself, trust me. Now, let's go down to your apartment."

They exited toward the elevator and went down one floor.  At the end of a long hallway, Ian put a key into the lock of an unmarked door and pushed it open, motioning for her to go through.  When she was in, he flipped on the light just inside the door and said, "I think I will allow you to explore your new surroundings on your own." With that, the door softly closed, and she was alone. 

Tessa turned to gaze upon the most beautiful living room she had ever seen.  Cream-colored walls, rugs, and furniture were arranged artfully toward a floor-to-ceiling western view of the city skyline.  An inviting fireplace with another sitting area sat a little further off, and to the left Tessa could just make out what must be the kitchen.  Her mouth dropped open in elated shock:
this
was where she would be living for the next month?

Wandering through the apartment, gazing with awe at a beautiful vase here, a lamp there, she eventually came into the bedroom, decorated as beautifully as the living room, and with a walk-in closet full of stunning but revealing clothing.  Not a T-shirt in sight, she noticed with a smirk.  Turning and walking back into the bedroom, she noticed for the first time some clothing laid out for her on the bed, with a note. Picking up the slip of paper, she brought it closer and read: "Be ready for us at 8:00.  Come upstairs."

Us?!
Oh, God.  Tessa's breathing quickened and she looked around reflexively, as if searching for an escape. 
I could just leave right now,
she thought wildly. 
There's still time. 
But she had already signed the contract.  And even so, as nervous as she suddenly was, she knew she would not leave. 

When 8:00 came, Tessa found herself back at Ian Morgan's door in a skin-tight black dress cut so high the lower curves of her ass were almost visible.  Her cleavage was pushed up and out by the revealing fabric, as though presented up as a delicious treat for the eyes and mouth.  Her legs were bare, except for a pair of high black platform heels that made her legs look long and shapely.  Taking a deep breath, she pressed the bell with a red-nailed finger.

"Tessa," Ian greeted her warmly, opening the door.  "You look ravishing."

He had changed into a crisp white button-down shirt that showed off his golden skin admirably.  A pair of well-worn jeans were somehow incredibly sexy on his chiseled ass and muscled legs. Tessa stepped into the apartment, and Ian brought both hands up to grasp her head and pull her into a deep, probing kiss that left her breathless and weak-kneed.  "Time to lose control," he whispered against her neck.

Ian led Tessa into a large bedroom suite.  Across the room, sitting on the king-sized bed, a striking blond woman in a revealing red dress was waiting. "Tessa, this is Stella. She will be our companion tonight."  Tessa's heart sank a little; so she wasn't enough for this handsome billionaire, after all.  Her mood began to shift, but before she could think much further, Stella spoke in a deep, mellifluous voice: "Hello, Tessa.  Please come over here and lie down on the bed."

Tessa hesitated, but she knew she was obligated to comply.  Following Stella's orders, she lay down on the bed on her back, and watched in astonishment as Stella went to Ian's closet and took out a fistful of neckties.  "These will be nice and soft on your wrists, not to worry," she said, raising one eyebrow and looking at Tessa with a suddenly devilish grin. 

Tessa's breath quickened as Stella began to tie each of her limbs to each of the four posts on the bed.  Suddenly, it occurred to Tessa that perhaps Stella wasn't going to just be touching Ian.  Tessa had never been with a woman -- never even been close -- but she had had occasional dreams, steamy and urgent dreams, that left her sex throbbing and her legs spread wide apart in desire as she pleasured herself desperately and the dream began to fade. She would never have had the courage to go through with it if a woman had propositioned her... but here, now, without a choice but to submit... the thought made her pulse quicken and her nipples tauten.

As Stella finished tying Tessa's left leg to the bed, she looked up into Tessa's eyes and seemed to read her thoughts.  Stella's ruby red lips curled up just a little, and leaning over the woman prone and attached on the bed, she bent to lick her earlobe, causing a shiver of anticipation.  "Hang on tight!" she whispered.

Stella's mouth moved to Tessa's, her tongue probing deeply into the other's mouth as she reached inside Tessa's dress to push down the fabric and expose her breasts.  As Stella continued to kiss Tessa, she began lightly brushing Tessa's already hardening nipples with her thumbs. The intensity of the pleasure was so unexpected that Tessa cried out, her legs instinctively spreading apart with need.  She moaned and pulled at her restraints, driven wild already at not being able to touch, reach, explore.  Stella drew back with a smile and stood up, slowly peeling her red dress off to reveal full, round breasts with large, pink areolas, a golden, trimmed bush, and a garter belt with thigh high stockings.  Kneeling back on the bed, she took Tessa's mouth again and began to brush her breasts against the other girl's, making their nipples tease one another.  The contact began to drive Tessa wild, making her pussy dripping wet and swollen with heat.  Stella traced her lips down Tessa's neck and began to suck and nibble on first one pink bud and then the other.  Tessa arched forward, her breath coming in sharp gasps.  She knew what she wanted, was aching for it, and all she could think about was whether Stella would move between her legs and make her cry out in delight with her tongue.  She heard her whimpers become near-screams of need as she strained against her ties, frantic for the release that could only come from Stella. 

The woman briefly lifted her mouth from Tessa's breasts and looked Tessa deeply in the eyes.  "Look at what you're doing to him." Tessa looked down at the foot of the bed, and saw that Ian had unbuttoned his shirt and taken off his pants.  He stood before them now, naked but for his open shirt, slowly stroking a large erection.  "Tessa," he breathed.  "I can hardly wait to have you." 

She could see precum glistening from the head of his shaft as he stroked slowly, thrusting his hips slightly toward his hand.  She imagined him filling her, and suddenly in her heightened sexual state, she wanted him to fuck her as badly as she had wanted Stella to lick her.  They were driving her mad with need.  "Fuck me," she whispered, looking him in the eye. 

"Soon," he promised.

The sweet agony continued as Stella once again began to taunt Tessa's nipples, then slowly, so slowly started tracing a trail of kisses and bites down her stomach.  Tessa raised her hips in anticipation, groaning and panting.  She began to moan and beg incoherently, "Yes, yes... please... oh, God, please, don't stop... please take me..."  Finally, after an eternity, Stella was between Tessa's legs, licking the skin of her inner thighs before finally settling on her swollen nub.

The pleasure was so sweet and immediate that all of Tessa's reserve melted away as she cried out in passion.  Bucking and writhing against Stella's tongue as it swirled in circles around her sensitive clit, Tessa felt the earth suddenly fall away from her without warning and she was screaming, coming harder than she had ever come in her life, As her body shattered into a million pieces, she heard from far away Ian's voice, moaning, his excitement mounting at the sight of her ecstasy. 

Tessa then felt warm, rough hands untie her legs and spread her thighs wide.  Her eyes still closed in bliss, she felt the heat of Ian's body between her legs now, and then his huge mushroom head was slicking itself against her wet, pulsing folds, making her scream again in pleasure.  He took her ankles in his hands and lifted her legs in the air, then and slowly pushed himself inside her, filling her still-spasming core completely.  He then began thrusting into her, firsts slowly, then increasing his speed, pounding against her sensitive pussy and making her cry out.  She grasped the ties holding her hands and tried in vain to thrust back, needing him to fuck her as hard as he could.  "Yes!" she screamed as he increased his force and pumped rhythmically, harder and harder at her urging. Soon, with a loud groan, Ian pulsed and grew impossibly huge, emptying his hot seed inside her in great bursts. She thrust her head back and laughed in delight as she felt him fill her with his cream.