The Woman of the Billionaire's Dreams (5 page)

He shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

She continued and moved in, kissing him again. She moved to whisper in his ear. “After all that, and assuming you don’t mess anything up, then, I’ll be pleased. And if I’m pleased,” she paused, sticking her tongue in his ear, “then I’ll be sure to please you.”

They locked eyes again, and once again Tracy felt the mysterious flash behind her eyes, and hugged Mr. Hayes to keep her balance. He gripped her tight, then went back to kissing her passionately. She pulled away again. “My ride is here. Too much booze to drive home tonight. I’ll set the hard drive on the ground as we drive away, and you can pick it up without being seen.”

He smiled. “I appreciate it. Can I have the password? I might want to watch this video again.”

“Sure. The password is ‘mypleasure’. It should be easy to remember, because it should be the most important thing to you right now. My phone number is also on the hard drive, so you’ll know who to call.”

He almost spoke, but instead said, “Thanks.” As Tracy walked out, she knew that he was about to say something about already having her phone number. He was wise not to speak up. When she got in the car, she set the hard drive on the ground as promised, and her friend drove them away, her friend poking fun at how much champagne she must have drank to smell like she did.

***

A
fter showering, she fell asleep almost immediately. Her dreams were once again filled with visions of dates with Mr. Hayes, only this time he was much more willing to be submissive. In one dream, he took her horseback riding, and afterwords ate her out under an apple tree, only to have her push him away. In another, he tied himself to the bed, before allowing her to tease him, and her walking out in disgust. The dreams were no longer about never being able to please her, but rather him doing everything in his power to please her, and it just falling short. She awoke, glad that she was about to let Mr. Hayes have his release.

Tracy had a free schedule in front of her for the next few days, so she spent most of the next morning reading and waiting for his phone call. She went to the mall and bought a dress and shoes that she normally would have felt like she didn't have the money for, but she figured her credit cards were about to be paid off, so she'd have something to fall back on soon. At about noon, her cell phone rang with an unlisted number. She let it go to voice mail, as she would have done anyway, but as soon as her phone beeped with a new message, she checked it.

“Hey Tracy. I took care of you the way you requested. I've also got reservations at eight at The Pier. I'll be waiting for your call.”

The way he said “I'll be waiting” let her know, once again, that she had him where she wanted him. She called him back.

“Tracy!” he exclaimed, his excitement perceivable even over the phone.

“I'm glad you've done what I asked. If it all turns out okay, then I'll be arriving at your house at seven,” she said, with authority in her voice.

“That sounds marvelous, I...”

“I also want you to be dressed to kill,” she cut him off. “If I'm not impressed, I'll walk right out the door and we can try this again a different night.”

“Tracy, I always dress to impress,” he said.

“Good! I'll see you then!” She hung up before he had a chance to respond.

***

T
racy checked her computer when she got home. She figured that since Mr. Hayes was going to get what he wanted, her computer was probably okay to use now. Sure enough, every credit card bill was paid off. Her student loans remained, but the payments on those would be manageable with a clean credit slate. She looked at the clock and saw that it was three o'clock already. She had best not keep the billionaire waiting.

She got in the shower, and again was dizzy with happiness by the fact that her debt problems were over. She began to think of how much she had enjoyed this, and slowly, she began to move the shower head down. When the water hit her clit, her mouth opened in wordless pleasure.

She thought of Mr. Hayes, touching her, kissing her, his desire palpable. She had resisted him for so long, longer than she had thought possible, but she had done it. All her hard work had paid off, and tonight, she was in for the sexual experience of her lifetime. She came hard, legs buckling a little with the force of it...

At 7:04 she drove up to Mr. Hayes' house. It seemed almost silly to drive her beaten up car to such a nice mansion, but she knew she'd need a ride home in the morning, and didn't want to rely on Mr. Hayes if things went sour. She checked her makeup in the rear-view mirror quickly before walking up to the door. She wore black high heels, and knew that her feet would be sore by the end of the evening. It would be worth it, when she thought of how well they went with her dress.

It was a simple black dress, with an open back that she knew would drive Mr. Hayes wild. She had decided at the last minute not to wear a bra or panties, just in case an opportunity presented itself for her to tease him a little more. The butler showed her in, smile on his face as he remembered the last time she had entered this house. Still, even at his advanced age, he checked her out from head to toe. She knew she'd be getting a lot of this kind of attention tonight.

The butler showed her to Mr. Hayes’ office. He was dressed in his tuxedo already, and was on what appeared to be a conference call. A British person was laying out some kind of proposal on the phone. When Tracy walked in, in her little black dress, Mr. Hayes looked her over. His eyes seemed to bulge and he smiled and shook his head. “You look better every time I see you, I don't know how you do it.” She blushed, and he stared her over for a few more moments, ignoring the telephone, before hitting another button on his phone.

“Jack, I'm going to need you to take over from here,” he barked.

“Yes, sir!” The man on the other end of the phone seemed too eager. “What should I do about the acquisition, sir?”

“I'm on the fence, but do your research and make a decision. That's what I fucking pay you for after all. Send me an email with all the relevant information, and don't wait until morning to do it,” he snarled.

“Yes sir.”

Mr. Hayes hung up the phone and looked at Tracy. “Sometimes I feel like it'd be better if I just cloned myself a few times to get this work done.”

Tracy smiled. “I know what you feel like. Sometimes I feel like I should clone myself, but as a man, so I'd have a man who pleased me and a man that I could please.”

At Tracy's use of the word “pleased”, Mr. Hayes stiffened. He looked like he wanted to fuck her right then, but he managed to restrain himself. When he stood up, Tracy could see that he really was dressed to impress, with a designer black tuxedo, a long silk tie, cleanly shaven, the whole nine yards. Tracy smiled again when she thought of how tonight was going to go. Mr. Hayes showed Tracy to his car and off they went.

Dinner was beautiful, and the restaurant definitely lived up to its reputation. Mr. Hayes didn't try to order for her, and was a perfect gentleman to her the entire evening. She ordered the most expensive thing off the menu and a white wine that cost $300. He had simply smiled and ordered a bottle of red to match.

At times, she felt like he acted like a smitten young teenage boy, and others he acted like he had the confidence to do whatever he wanted. It was a very endearing trait, and she found herself liking him more and more, even seeing how he treated other people. He was never rude, but just less than polite, as if whomever he was speaking to was just a little slow in the head. He made sure that they knew he was superior, that he was in charge.

She could see why his fantasy was to have someone to take control. She watched the waitress and saw the same tired face she knew she must wear most nights and felt a surge of gratitude flood through her for this opportunity. It was strange being served instead of doing the serving. She had to stop herself from tidying the dishes and arranging the silverware.

“I’m sure if I asked they would give you a job,” he remarked after she stacked the soup bowls and brushed the cracker crumbs from the tablecloth. She blushed and they had an animated conversation about the waitressing profession. When she tried to get him to talk about his work, he told her it was far too boring. Something in the tone of his voice made her drop it and change the subject.

They continued to talk for a while after dessert, an amazing raspberry scented flour-less chocolate cake with crème anglaise and raspberry coulis. It was the most delicious thing she had ever eaten. She felt like a princess. He had finished his dessert and was reaching for his wallet to pay the bill. She reached her hand out and stopped the motion.

“I am not done yet.” She used the same voice he used with the waitress to show his superiority. He halted, and slowly returned his wallet to his pocket. She ordered a cappuccino and took her time, savoring the flavor and letting him wait for her to finish. The discussion shifted to multiple topics and when she was ready, continued out the door and on the ride home. She felt her dominating demeanor melting away, but she knew that she needed to still be in charge when they got back to his house.

When they returned home, he again opened her car door for her. By now, she was practically giddy with the thought of him fucking her, so when he leaned in for a kiss, she was eager and ready. They kissed passionately before he broke away and led her by the hand inside. They walked straight up to the bedroom, her heels slowing her down, making the wait a little longer than she thought she could stand. When they finally got in the room, his hands were on her in a flash. They kissed again, and then he broke away from her. “Have I pleased you?”

She knew this was an important question to him, so she backed away and pretended to think about it. “You have pleased me more than any other man ever has. I'm beginning to think your reputation as a competent businessman might cross over to a reputation as a gentleman.”

He smiled and began to get closer. “BUT,” she said with the sternest voice she could muster, and it stopped him in his tracks. “There's one more thing you have to do to please me.”

“Anything Tracy. Please, just say the word and it'll be done. I want this so badly.”

She came in close to him, and breathed in his ear. “Fuck me like I've never been fucked before. Make me cum all over your dick, and cum inside me. That will please me.”

With that, he placed his hands on her ass and lifted, his muscled arms carrying her to the bed. He pulled the jacket of his tuxedo off, and started to unbutton the shirt. He loosed his tie.

“Keep the tie on,” Tracy commanded, and he smiled and did what he was told, keeping his dress shirt on but unbuttoned. He unbuttoned his pants too, but then decided he couldn't wait any longer and got on the bed. He covered Tracy, kissing her mouth, her chin, her neck, down to her shoulder. He pulled at her shoulder strap, sliding it down to her arm. She let go, surrendering herself to his desires.

She knew he wasn't being very careful with her dress, but she also knew that she could get him to buy her a hundred more. His animal lust was tearing through him, and she herself was no longer able to control her own desires. He slipped both of her arms out of her dress and pulled it down to reveal her breasts. He devoured them, licking and biting at each nipple in turn, and she was getting incredibly wet. When she had had enough, she pulled on his tie, letting him know who was still in charge.

“Take off my shoes, and I'll let you kiss up my legs,” she said, in command once again. She let go of the tie, and he moved to the edge of the bed. She hung her feet off the bed, and he gently removed the straps and took them off. He kissed her feet, sucking on each toe, before licking her legs all the way up.

He pulled her dress up past her hips, so that it was scrunched up around her belly. She spread her legs, and he instantly dove in for her sopping wet opening. He began his furious licking and she felt her orgasm rising within her almost immediately, the desire she had felt since last night building within her. She pinched her nipples, and bit her lip, as a rush of pleasure passed through her.

Mr. Hayes moaned as she bucked her hips, thrashing with the intensity of the orgasm. His tongue moved like a snake's, in and out of his mouth, and the orgasm lasted long enough to make her sweat. She looked down at him, and his eyes were looking at her expectantly. She sat up, and pulled him in for a kiss. Same as last time, she tasted her own sweet cum, and it turned her on even more.

“Stand up,” she demanded, and he was up in a flash. Tracy pulled his unbuttoned pants down, and immediately pulled down his boxers. He stepped out of his shoes and the pile of clothes around his ankles, while Tracy marveled at his cock once again. She began to stroke it while it hardened, quickly growing to it's full length. She looked up at him as she licked the bottom of it, and he ran his fingers through her hair.

When she took him in her mouth, he moaned a little to himself. She sucked on him for a few moments, before pulling away and saying, “Get on the bed.” He immediately sat, then lay down on the bed. Tracy positioned herself over him, so that they were in the 69 position. He eagerly went to town on her dripping vagina, and she followed suit, her tongue circling his shaft and caressing him with her mouth. Mr. Hayes hands were around Tracy's ass, and soon one of them had a thumb inside her slit, loosening her up gently. The pleasure was too much for Tracy to stand any longer. This is it, she thought to herself.

She got off of him and turned around, positioning herself over his cock. It brushed against her pussy, and she almost let it enter, but waited. “Do you want this?” she asked. He nodded. She grabbed his tie, and again asked, as loudly as she could, “Do you want this?”

“Yes, oh god yes, Tracy. I've never wanted any thing more in my life,” he whimpered.

Her mind flashed back to the first dream she had had of his. “Then I think you deserve at least a taste,” she said, as she let him enter her. They both gasped together, and Mr. Hayes' hands were on her ass in a heartbeat. He felt so huge inside her, better than she had imagined. Every stroke out filled her with longing for more, and each thrust in fulfilled it and made the yearning inside deeper. He pounded into her cunt, and Tracy began to scream with pleasure.