Can't Buy My Love: Billionaire and Virgin Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  I walked over and sat in the lounge chair to the side of the bed.

  “Now, Pet,” I instructed. “I want you to pick a lingerie set from that drawer over there.”

  I pointed.

  “And put it on for me.”

  Reese grinned, excited at the prospect of new things, and hopped over to the set of drawers I indicated. She opened and picked through the lacy things.

  “You said I was going to try on evening gowns?” she asked, her face pinched in concentration.

  “Yes, Pet.”

  “Mmmhmm,” she hummed.

  Picking a black bustier and matching panty set, she turned to me. The lace bustier wrapped around her ribs and she maneuvered her large breasts into the cups. Her cleavage was ample and overflowing. I felt my eyebrows go up at the sight.

  Reese turned to the full-length mirror that hung on the wall and took in the sight of her own image. She gave herself a pleased smile and leaned down to pull the panties on.

  It was a black thong that sat perfectly between her curved butt cheeks. The woman looked as good in clothing as she did nude. Beautiful.

  When she was satisfied, she turned to me again, doing a little twirl with her arms held out.

  I broke into a smile.

  “Aren’t you supposed to twirl when you have the dress on?” I asked, all semblance of seriousness gone from the moment.

  Reese twirled again and stuck her tongue out at me. “Twirling is for whenever you feel like you look good. Take it as a compliment. I like your choice in underthings.”

  Trying not to laugh, I ran my hands through my hair and looked down for a moment. Reese was so playful, it was hard to keep up the serious bedroom demeanor I’m used to. Concentrating I turned my face stern again and looked up at her. Reese was watching herself in the mirror again.

  “Pet?”

  She turned to me.

  “The gowns are in the right closet. Open the doors and pick the first one you see.”

  She nodded and padded on bare feet across the room. Opening the closet, she gasped. A riot of color met her eyes. She fingered the fabric of one dress and then another.

  “Any one I want?” she confirmed.

  I nodded and tapped my fingers on the arm of my leather club chair.

  She pulled the hanger holding a cobalt blue dress down and unzipped it. The satin fabric pulled slightly as she pulled it over her head.

  It conformed to her breasts, her narrow waist and fell from her hips in a simple A-line skirt. It was a simple dress, but her figure made it glamorous.

  She twirled again. “What do you think?” she asked, her face alive with pleasure.

  “Excellent. But I want to see more,” I ordered, shifting slightly as my cock rose to attention.

  The next dress was silver with a high slit that went all the way up to her thigh. When she walked, little flashes of her underwear showed. It was daring and sexy. My breath caught in my throat and my dick rose higher.

  “Another,” I huffed.

  Reese pulled a red two piece to try on next. The top was very low cut, displaying her cleavage fully. My cock twitched as I thought of thrusting it in between her breasts. The skirt was overly full, but semi-sheer. If the light was behind her, I could see the line of her legs and the curve of her ass.

  My cock strained, hard as steel against my pants. I unzipped my fly and pulled it out. Watching me, Reese moved towards my penis like it called her.

  “No,” I ordered. She stopped in her tracks. “Another.”

  I pumped my cock in my hand as she moved to pick another dress. This one was light pink and short. It slipped over her curves like a second skin, the fabric straining over her tits and ass. Some would say it was too short, but I loved how her long, strong legs looked.

  Jacking myself off as I watched her move, I ordered Reese to find and put on a pair of heels. Melissa had bought a matching pair for each dress.

  Reese slipped the shoes on and twirled slightly. A low rumble fell from my lips. She looked sinfully good.

  “Turn around and bend over,” I ordered.

  She did as I asked. The fabric of the pick dress pulled with the movement of her hips and rode up, revealing her pussy and the black thong caught between her folds.

  “Ah!” I gasped. “Hold it there.”

  My eyes ate up the sight of her thong trapped in her pussy lips. It was slowly getting wet as she became aroused by my gaze. I wanted to taste it, run the fabric through my lips.

  I slowly got up from my chair.

  “No more dress up for now, pet.”

  She held her bent over position as I stalked towards her. I unzipped the pink dress and pulled the fabric over her head. Next it was the bustier, it fell away easily letting her breasts swing free. All the while Reese kept her hands locked on her ankles.

  I knelt and put my nose to her folds. Using my tongue, I moved the fabric of her thong into my mouth. It was sweet with her juices.

  Reese pushed her pussy into my face and I tounged it lightly. She moaned. I took her thong off and pulled her body up against mine. My dick nestled into her butt cheeks and between her legs.

  “Ready, Pet?” I asked, bending over so I could whisper directly into Reese’s ear.

  I pulled a strand of her honey-blonde hair back and tucked it behind her ear as she nodded.

  “Yes, Sir,” she breathed, keeping her head forward.

  Holding her tightly, I walked us to the center of my bedroom. A golden hook hung from the ceiling. I positioned her right under the hook and went into my dresser for a cord.

  “Put your arms out, Reese. Palms grasped together.”

  She did as I ordered, reaching her slender arms out their full length in front of her and clasping her hands together. I took the long black cord in my hands and wrapped it around her wrists.

  I looped it several times and wrapped it around itself, making sure it would hold all of Reese’s weight. I tied it off and took one of the longer ends. I traced it down her arms, watching her skin shiver under its gentle touch. Her breath was starting to catch.

  “Stand, Pet,” I ordered.

  Reese stood immediately, holing her bound hands in front of her nude body. I circled behind her. Her whole body trembled with her breath. She was excited and nervous. I traced a finger down her side, her skin reddened under my tough just slightly as she flushed. I smacked her ass hard. Reese gasped.

  Before she could recover, I barked out an order: “Hands up over your head, pet!”

  Like the good little sub she was, her hands immediately shot towards the ceiling. I admired the way her full breasts jiggled as her arms swung into the air.

  Grabbing her by the hips, I lifted her body up until her bound wrists sank over the hook that hung from my ceiling. Suspended this way, Reese had to stretch to her tippy toes to keep from swinging.

  Her whole body elongated and tensed. She trembled slightly with the effort.

  I pulled the full length of her body against my own.

  “Do you like being tied up?” I asked in her ear.

  She nodded enthusiastically.

  “Do you feel trapped? Helpless?”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  But she gave a slight smile and I knew she thought she still had some control. She was wrong.

  I pulled my body away quickly. The movement pulled her off balance, causing her to swing slightly. Her breath came out in a scared huff, as she tried to regain her balance on her toes.

  “You are mine, pet. I will do with you what I like. You are helpless with me.”

  I strolled over to one of the dressers lining the walls and opened a drawer. Several whips and paddles lined the inside. I picked up a large paddle with a slit cut in the middle and slapped it against my hand. Reese gasped in a breath behind me. I chuckled.

  “Does that sound good, pet? I can assure you it stings.”

  “Sounds perfect,” she breathed. “Spank me, Sir!
”

  Her enthusiasm goading me on, I ran back to her dangling form, swung my arm back and slammed the paddle into her ample ass. The hole in the middle of the paddle pinched and grabbed the skin beneath it. When it pulled away, her ivory skin was marked with red. It was a beautiful sight.

  Suddenly I didn’t want my clothing on anymore. I unbuttoned and pulled off my shirt, then dropped my pants. My cock, still hard as a rock, swung freely. Reese watched me undress, her face laced with desire. She bit her lip and whined slightly.

  I caught her eyes. She kept looking at my thick cock her mouth practically watering. I stroked myself fiercely.

  “Do you want this, Pet?” I asked, moving my dick head in front of her.

  “Yes, Sir!” she begged. “I want to feel you again. I want every inch of your cock.”

  I spanked her hard again with the paddle. It bit into her skin, her butt getting redder and redder. I fell to my knees and kissed the marks. She hissed out a breath as my lips met her broken skin, but her hips thrust back against my face.

  I split her cheeks and ran my tongue around her puckered pink asshole. She quivered under my touch and pulled up one of her legs. Her body turned slightly, dangling from the hook. Reese panted. Her thighs were slick with desire. She was more than ready.

  I stood and pulled her off her feet. My cock ached for her. I wanted and needed her. Pulling her legs slightly apart, I thrust inside her pussy. My full length slide in quickly and she held me tight with her wet pussy walls.

  Fucking her rough, I allowed her body to swing slightly in my grasp. She trembled with excitement and fear, probably worried that I might let her fall. I wouldn’t but she couldn’t know that and it heightened the experience.

  “Do you feel helpless, Pet?” I grunted in her ear.

  “Yes,” she moaned. “I am helpless with you, Sir. You can do whatever you want to me.”

  Pleased with her answer, I pulled her legs back and guided her to wrap them around my back by locking her feet. This way I could get one of my hands free. I used it to reach around and squeeze and pinch her hard nipples.

  Reese sucked in a breath.

  “I’m coming,” she whispered.

  “Louder,” I ordered. “Scream until I fit you with a ball gag.”

  Her pussy walls clamped on my thrusting cock and started to spasm.

  “I’m coming,” she moaned louder. “You’re making me come, Sir.”

  I pinched her nipple harder and pushed her over the edge. The walls of her pussy gripped me firm and milked the seed from my cock.

  She screamed out her pleasure and I came along with her, spilling into her spurt after spurt of cum. It filled her up and made everything slicker. Pumping a few minutes more, I used my cock to push my seed further into her—claiming her again.

  My orgasm was so intense I staggered backward with aftershocks and Reese was left dangling. Sitting on the bed, I watched my cum drip down her shapely thighs. That dirty sight started to rouse my dick immediately.

  This girl had me constantly turned on.

  What a good pet she was.

  When I felt stable, I stood and gently helped Reese down. She was loose and relaxed in my arms.

  “That was incredible,” she muttered. “You really do know what’s best for me. It just keeps getting better and better.”

  I sat and pulled her onto my lap, then kissed her on her tiny, cute nose.

  “Oh, we are not done yet, pet. Not even close.”

  With that, I pushed her back on the bed and had her again.

  Chapter Twenty-Three - Reese

  Today had been as slow as a snail and a sloth having a race, and nothing I did, not even an afternoon masturbation session in the restroom, had made it any better.

  It was Thursday. Kane had left for the London office Tuesday night, and I missed him terribly. He said he’d call me as soon as he got a minute, but for the next few days, he’d be swamped. Not that I saw him every day when he was here anyway, but it was a comfort knowing he was only a few floors above me.

  I didn’t think it would be possible to miss or want someone so much after such a short period of time.

  He had yet to call me into his office to have sex, and I couldn’t wait for that to happen, but if it didn’t happen soon, I might drape myself over his desk with or without his invitation.

  What deviant things would he do if he walked into his office one day and found me naked and laying on his desk?

  Last Saturday, after the blindfold and fake voyeurs, we’d spent the entire weekend fucking each other’s brains out. Every second was as delicious and as dirty as the last, but on Sunday night we said our goodbyes and Max drove me back to the real world.

  I didn’t like that our relationship would be mainly on weekends, but it wasn’t like we could come out and tell the world all about us. With so much about sexual harassment and the #MeToo movement in the news right now, I didn’t think my work colleagues would understand. Hell, sometimes I didn’t understand.

  Plus, I was starting to find my feet again at McKenzie’s, and I wanted to keep my job. If people found out that the rumors about Kane and me were true, my life would become unbearable.

  I’d no longer be Reese Peterson, accounting nerd, I’d be Reese Peterson, the slut fucking her way to the top. Thanks to Sloane, and Simon’s firing, there were more than enough rumors circulating about me without me adding more fuel to the fire.

  I was about to shut down my PC for the day when an email with the subject I Know popped into my inbox.

  It was from an address I didn’t recognize.

  A shower of spiky shivers raced down my back.

  This didn’t bode well.

  Despite my spidey senses telling me to delete the email, I clicked it open.

  I know about you screwing Kane McKenzie, and soon everyone else will know. You think you’re above everyone. You get someone fired by crying sexual assault, but then you bend over for the big boss.

  You may act innocent and sweet, like butter wouldn’t melt, but I know your type.

  Watch who you step on because they might be the one to pull you down with them.

  A cold sweat broke out on my brow and prickled my skin. I did a Google search of the email address. It was registered to a torrent site that protected its users, which meant they couldn’t be traced.

  Whoever had emailed me was vicious and nasty and was doing whatever they could to cover their tracks. Only one person was mean enough to do this, and that one person was Sloane. I wouldn’t fall for her childish games or anonymous emails.

  She could be as nasty and as jealous as she wanted. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of letting her know I knew she knew. I deleted the email. Sloane didn’t deserve another second of my time.

  I shut down my PC and grabbed my bag, but before I stood to leave, Linda came out of her office and over to my desk.

  “Is everything all right?” she asked. “Your face looks like thunder.”

  “Everything’s fine,” I said, giving her my best smile. “I thought you were at a doctor’s appointment and wouldn’t be back.”

  She rolled her eyes. “No rest for the wicked. Look, Reese, I hope you don’t think I’m crossing the line, but remember, you can talk to me if you ever need a shoulder to lean on. I don’t want to see you get hurt. I know Sloane has it out for you. I wish I knew why.”

  I shrugged but gave her a smile.

  “Me too, and thanks, I appreciate the offer of your shoulder.”

  It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her about the email, but then I decided against it. What was the worst Sloane could do? Spread more lies about me?

  Linda crossed one arm in front of her chest and fluffed her pixie hair cut with the other hand.

  “Does eleven on Friday work for your next evaluation? I thought maybe we could do it over coffee. Get out of this place for an hour or two.”

  “Eleven works for me. Thank you.”
/>   I grinned sincerely. I needed to keep Linda on my side.

  “I’m excited to talk about my future at McKenzie Technologies.”

  She raised her dark eyebrows and gave me a look, as if evaluating whether I was serious. I didn’t flinch under her perusal.

  “As am I,” she said finally, with a little sigh. “Before I go, do you have any insight into the inconsistencies you found in that last account?”

  I sighed.

  “I’m still deciphering the files, and I feel like I’m falling into a rabbit hole, with tunnels and burrows going everywhere. I’ll have a report for you next week.”

  She moved closer to me and leaned against my desk.

  “Why don’t you let me jump on your PC for a few hours? I might be able to see something you missed. Not that I doubt your abilities…”

  I shook my head.

  “I would never think that. I can give you remote access too, so you can look at it tonight if you get a chance. I’d appreciate the help. Just when I think I’m at the bottom, I find something else. So many twists and turns.”

  I felt bad that it was taking me so long. But I was doing my best. Maybe Linda could help me. I scribbled down my username and passwords and gave them to her.

  “One way or another, we’ll fix this and make everything right,” she said.

  She took the piece of paper, and with a small wave, went back to her office.

  I left the building and shoved the email from my thoughts. Getting myself in a tizzy over Sloane and her childish games were pointless. She would soon tire of me and would move on to harassing someone else she deemed beneath her.

  By the time I reached my apartment, the only thing I wanted to do was video call Kane and hear his voice. If I had my way, I’d be with him twenty-four-seven.

  When I got home, I saw that taped to my apartment door was a white envelope with the word “whore” printed on the outside. Every hair on my body stood on end. This was beyond a joke.

  Sloane needed to back the fuck off. I didn’t deserve her invading my personal space, and as much as I hated the thought of confronting her, I would have to.