by Katie Ford
But resistance was futile, and in fact, I didn’t want to say no. I wanted more with this man because even if he was evil, our attraction was unstoppable. So with a mewl, I pressed myself towards that bulky male form, desperate to get closer.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” he rasped, eyes blazing. “Just like that.”
And with nimble fingers, he pulled my tank top over my head, breasts tumbling out. His tongue lapped at my nipples as I mewled, throwing my head back. Oh god! It felt so good. Desperately reaching for his jeans, I palmed that hard cock, reminded of what I’d seen online. It felt as thick and heavy as it looked in the photos. Carefully, I pulled it out, gasping at the length and girth of it in my small hand.
Oh god, yes. This is what I needed.
A smirk played on his lips. “I hope you like them big,” he growled before pulling his shirt over his head revealing the corded abs and sculpted chest I’d stared at on my computer screen. Smoothing my hands across his chest and down his muscled back, I pulled the man towards me hungrily, suddenly a female animal in heat.
As our tongues twirled, Theo pulled down my pajama pants and panties because suddenly the mood shifted as he stared at my bound hands. We both started laughing. Yes, we wanted each other, the attraction was intense. And yet this wasn’t some scary domination scene. This was a man and woman on the same plane, who could laugh together and smile even though the circumstances of our meeting were completely ridiculous.
Because I’d posted dirty pix of him on line. He’d sold my photo to a third party without my consent. And finally, the kidnapping. Yet right now, we were about to make love?
And yet it felt right. This compelling billionaire with the body of a god and blue eyes so bright they burned, was right for me at this moment. So I gave in to the temptation.
“Yes,” was my desperate pant. “I want it.”
A gleam flashed in his gaze, body hardening.
“You’ll get it, pretty girl. Trust me, it’s coming.”
And with that, the frenzy erupted again. Untying my hands, Theo knelt, pulling my pants and panties off my legs. I’d never been naked in front of a man before like this, but for some reason, there was no embarrassment. This alpha made me feel attractive, beautiful even, with his eyes brimming with desire and passion.
But it was like Theo could read my mind. He nudged my legs apart before gently spreading my pussy, pulling the lips apart. Oh god! He was looking at my insides, the juicy pink glistening and wet for his touch. Those blue eyes met mine again.
“You’re gorgeous,” he growled. “Absolutely beautiful.”
And with that, it was over. Those perfectly sculpted lips descended on my sweetest spot with a furious tongue, licking me until I squirmed and wriggled in ecstasy. My body began to shudder frenetically sending shivering currents of electricity rocketing through my body. An explosion burst inside, my limbs quivering as a moan escaped.
Theo leaned back for a moment and smiled ruthlessly.
“You’re so wet,” he rasped. “So fucking wet.”
He turned me over on my knees and stood behind my curvy frame. Holy shit, this was so embarrassing. Bent over like this, my rump must have looked enormous, like a giant mountain of white rising in the sky.
But Theo liked it because he gently rubbed that pulsing cock against my bottom, making me squeal and gush more.
“I love your ass,” he rasped. “Fuck, it’s so meaty and juicy.”
That did it. My usual embarrassment of my butt being too big was suddenly irrelevant. Gripping the back of the couch, I pushed it out even more, ready to take Theo’s cock. He squeezed the head of his cock between my pussy lips, slightly parting my virginal entrance.
The tight fit made him gasp. “You’re so fucking small,” he rasped.
I mewled, instinctively rotating my hips with pleasure.
“Yes,” I gasped breathlessly. “Yes, right there.”
I bit down on the couch pillow and suddenly it happened. Theo’s hands gripped my hips firmly as he plunged into my depths, reaching so deep that I was split in two. Oh god, how could this man be so big? A mewl escaped my lips, eyes squeezed shut in pain.
And he stopped then, his cock halfway embedded in my cunt.
“Why didn’t you say?” came that low growl. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin? Fuck,” he swore. “I could have been gentle.”
But there were no words at the moment, and I rotated my hips again, body already beginning to adjust.
“Please more,” was my mewling cry, even as I pushed back on that hot rod. “Yes, more.”
And to underline my point, I did the unthinkable then. Reaching back with both hands, I pulled my cheeks apart with my palms, letting him get in deeper. Oh god, it felt so good, that masculine thickness making me into a real woman.
“Yes Theo,” came my breathy cry. “Yes, yes, yes!”
And the affirmation pushed the CEO over the edge because with one swoop, he plunged entirely inside, my interior cushioning and welcoming him, stretching to fit that massive club.
“Yes!” I cried again, delirious with pleasure now. Electric bolts shot through my pussy to my nipples, everything catching fire at once. And evidently, it was just as good for the alpha because with a conquering cry, he came. Those powerful hips jerked, and then his cock spurted within me, spraying my pink channel with fertile baby batter, goopy and wet.
“Yes!” I screamed again, cunt dissolving into shudders around the invasion, clamping hard on his cock again and again. “Oh god,” I moaned.
And with that, we both rocketed into the stratosphere, lost to everything but our connection. Because this was an unexpected conclusion to say the least. The man who was my captor, my tormentor, and the object of my anonymous hack, had suddenly turned into my lover of all things. Not just any lover either, but my first, the man who took my virginity, making me his in a way that no male ever had. And the worst part? I wanted this and it felt right in all ways…despite our terrible history together.
Chapter 4
Theo
After ravishing Mia’s curvy body, I took one more look at her beautiful round ass and then turned her around to face me. Mia’s body trembled in my arms as I held her. Kissing her softly on the lips, the shock that the Picto-famous girl I’d been fantasizing about was in my arms still hadn’t worn off. She was right here with me in the flesh!
My assumption that Anonimo was a bored pimply faced kid couldn’t have been more wrong. Anonimo was a gorgeous woman named Mia Smith.
The woman looked up at me bashfully. “That was…” She stumbled over her words. “That was my first time.”
“I know,” I growled, blue eyes seizing that beautiful caramel gaze. “Why didn’t you say?”
She took a deep breath as if mustering her courage. Those slim shoulders straightened before the brunette looked me square in the eye.
“Most men don’t want a curvy girl,” she said in a low voice. “I’ve got a lot everywhere, and a lot guys don’t want that.”
I sort of knew what she meant. After all, so many models and actresses are stick thin these days, barely filling out their clothes, but that’s where it stopped. I’d dated a lot of these ladies, and it was no fun with them in bed. Instead, sharp hip bones and elbows seemed to jab everywhere all the time, making what was supposed to be an enjoyable situation painful.
So I shook my head.
“Naw honey, you’re beautiful. I love the extra poundage. Don’t you know?” I cocked my head curiously at the girl. “You’re famous because you’re gorgeous, thousands of people have liked your pic. Otherwise, why would they do that?”
Mia bit her lip, looking away.
“I don’t know,” she said hesitantly. “It was one of those things that just spun into more and more, without any real reason. Plus, my friend got me from a good angle,” she said with a shy smile. “So maybe that’s it.”
My head shook, voice deep.
“Naw sweetheart. I’ve seen you from ever
y angle now, and you’re a goddess hands down. It’s not the camera, it’s you.”
A smile beamed from her lips, lighting my soul from within.
“Thank you,” came that soft voice. “I appreciate it, Theo.”
And we just looked at each other for a few minutes then. What the hell was going on? We were supposedly mortal enemies, trading in each other’s online images. Yet now, we were a tangle of naked, sticky limbs, my cock still coated in her fragrant female juices.
It felt right, being here with this Mia Smith. Yes, she was Anonimo as well, but it felt one hundred percent on point to be locked in an embrace with the curvy girl.
With one fell swoop, I scooped her up in my arms, making her giggle breathlessly.
“Where are we going?” she panted.
“We can’t cuddle on the couch, can we?” Looking down at my plush Italian leather sofa, I reasoned we very well could, but since it’d been a special night, the least I could do was take her to a proper bed for canoodling and pillow talk.
I carried her to my bedroom and laid her down gently on my bed. My room had a simple color palette: black with a rare splash of bright blue in choice places. Several interior designers had helped me to get the dark cozy cavern look and feel just right because sleep was a battle for me every night. The little noises that I grew up with while sharing my space with a room full of other boys used to lull me into a trance. And now, as an adult, my room needed to be completely dark with top of the line blackout curtains, a noise machine, and three fans continuously blowing to mimic that same kind of safe feeling.
I climbed into bed completely in awe of this gorgeous creature next to me. Not only was she ridiculously beautiful with a slamming curvy body, but this woman was a skilled programmer to boot. Mia had managed to infiltrate my cloud storage, retrieve naked photos of me, and then break into Pictogram’s airtight security to post those photos.
It was impressive. Reminded me of myself in my early days in fact.
Sure. I’d initially been pissed, but wrapping my arms around that warm soft body, how could I be truly angry? Mia was genius. A rare breed. And she’d just come beautifully, melting around my huge pole like second nature. It was a meeting of the minds, as well as bodies, and that’s a rare thing in my world because usually, the girls are pretty but airheaded. Or even worse, they have rocks for brains. It felt like you couldn’t get beauty and intelligence both these days.
Unless you were Mia Smith, aka Anonimo, aka a thorn in my side as well as the most intriguing woman to cross my path in ages.
Mia’s head rested on my chest. Nuzzling my nose into that long wavy brown hair, a sweet floral smell flooded my nostrils and calmed me. My eyes were getting heavy despite not turning on the noise machine or any of the three fans. Holy shit, was I feeling drowsy just holding her in my arms? How was that possible? I was usually a tense ball of nerves what with running my empire.
But this female did it for me. Running my fingers through her hair, I was resolved to get to the bottom of this mystery. After all, Mia had gone through an immense amount of trouble to stick it to my business. But why?
So I began slow, as if working with a nervous filly.
“I still don’t understand,” I said. “Why are you so angry over that photo? You look gorgeous in it.”
She took a deep breath, cuddling closer to my side. Oh shit, those breasts were so lush and soft, distracting me for a moment. But I forced myself to focus. Talk was important.
“I never wanted to be famous, Theo,” she began. “At least not Picto-famous. Or any kind of famous, for that matter.” She looked up at me earnestly. “I’m a private person. And my bra’s plastered everywhere,” she said, making a wry face. “Plus, my mom called me absolutely furious. She said she almost had a stroke seeing her daughter half-naked flicking someone off on a billboard in my hometown.”
She peeked upwards at my expression.
I admit, I was trying not to smile.
“We’re Catholic. Mom said the Church Ladies Group at Saint Joseph is praying for me, as if that’s going to make a difference.”
I grimaced with a laugh. “Yikes! Don’t worry, honey, it’ll all blow over.” Of course, I didn’t exactly know. Being an orphan, I never had to consider any of my actions and what my parents would think about them. There was no fear of disappointing anyone but myself, but it was obvious how my orgy photos going public would cause a stir.
The brunette looked up at the ceiling while absently stroking my arm.
“It bothers me that this could happen to anyone. Pictogram sold my image to Mark Janow because Pictogram users have no rights. Do you think that’s fair? Including it in the fine print of the Terms of Service without really telling your users?”
I growled with conviction, meeting her eyes. “Yes. I think it’s fair. Just about as fair as anything else in life. Certainly, many circumstances in my life could be seen as unfair, but there’s no point in dwelling on that. You take the opportunities that come to you, just like what’s happened lately.”
Because I used to live my life thinking about all the hundreds of things that weren’t fair too. But the minute I stopped feeling sorry for myself, my life exploded in a number of different ways. I could see opportunities that were closed off before. I could use my energy wisely, going in directions that previously seemed impossible. So while yes, there was fair and unfair, everything worked out in the end. It was all about re-setting yourself mentally to make the most of your God-given talents.
And it seemed this girl understood, her chin nodding with understanding, but then she pursed her lips again.
“Yes, but…I mean, don’t you care about your users? People who love your app?”
That was an easy answer.
“I do. They’ve made me a billionaire, but they all agree to the user policies before they upload a single photo. Legal put it all together.”
Mia shook her head slowly, still thinking.
“I see what you mean, but technically, I didn’t agree to anything. My friend Jill uploaded my photo on her profile. I don’t even have an account.”
Understanding coursed through my conscience, but still, the ruthless ways I’d developed as a CEO took over.
“Do you want money?” I said roughly. “I can make it worth your while.” Maybe that would smooth things over. Because after finding Anonimo’s location, I cross referenced the address with the student directory and found Mia’s name. From there, I dug into her records and found her home address in Southern California. It wasn’t crazy hacker skills at all. It was just normal sleuthing that anyone could have done.
And I found out that Mia was from Carpinteria, a modest neighborhood in Southern California. Her mom Lindy worked as a hairdresser. With some extra digging, I found out the house had a second mortgage, and although the beautiful girl was on scholarship, extra money was likely much needed.
But Mia turned offended eyes to me then. “No. I don’t want money. I would never want to accept money that I haven’t truly earned,” she said tightly.
Respect coursed through me because so many people would have taken the bait. Who was this girl who actually wanted to work, instead of siphoning off my billions?
“That’s noble,” I said. “But look at it this way. Technically, you did earn it. It is your face and your bra,” I chuckled to lighten the mood.
Her brows drew down even as she turned over on her side. Spooning her curviness, I noticed how well our bodies fit together. She felt perfect in my arms.
But then her voice came, small and determined.
“True,” she acknowledged. “But I’m talking about real work. My mom is the epitome of a hard worker. She raised me all by herself to have the same work ethic and as a result, I’m a freak about school and take my classes very seriously.”
That was definitely true, seeing her hacking skills.
“From what I can assess from your handiwork, Anonimo, you don’t need a computer science degree. With your talent, you could
land a job easily at any tech company right now,” I remarked ruefully, pulling that curvy form close.
Mia nodded. “I agree, but mom doesn’t see it like that. It just isn’t about money and getting a job. It’s the accomplishment of getting a college degree. She never got to get one herself, so for her, it’s about being the first in my family.”
She turned back around to face me, her expression earnest.
“She raised me to value integrity in my work and myself. Money and fame are not virtues. They’re just things and nothing more. I grew up poor, but I never felt like I needed anything because my mom gave me everything I could want.”
Her big brown eyes sparkled as she spoke. In a way, I understood where this woman was coming from. In the orphanage, we were all poor, but we had each other. And now, as a billionaire with all the money I could ever ask for, I was still searching. For what, I had no idea. It was ironic because after blowing my money on houses, cars, planes, and yachts, I’d begun to realize that the thing that I yearned for might not be something I couldn’t buy.
Mia traced a line down my abs with her finger softly. “All she wants for me is to be able to make a decent living and stand on my own two feet. Riches and fame don’t impress her. Hence, her reaction to the Mark Janow ad.”
I nodded. “I see. That makes sense.” I exhaled slowly feeling suddenly guilty. “I’m sorry that caused problems for you and your mom. Was she really mad?”
Mia laughed. “It’s okay. She’ll get over it. She did say despite being disappointed in me, I looked pretty. She was mostly upset about me flicking off the camera.” She gave me a squeeze. “She’ll get over it soon. We can’t stay mad at each other for too long. She’s my best friend.”
If I had known my parents, I wondered what kind of relationship we would have had. Would we have been close? Doubtful. They didn’t even want to be my parents in the first place, after all. I was an orphan for a reason.
Curious, I asked, “What about your dad?”
Mia’s body tensed at the question. “I don’t know. Never met him. Not even once.”