Double Dare: A Fake Fiancee MMF Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  But I hadn’t lost my sense of self-preservation. Because sensing an opportunity, I ran over to the door immediately, pounding on the hard oak.

  “Help me!” I screamed, slapping my fists so hard they hurt. “Help, I’m trapped, I’m locked up by a maniac! Anyone! Anyone, call 9-1-1!”

  Mason didn’t even budge from where he was.

  “No one can hear,” he remarked with an amused grin. “Seriously, stop Katie, this place is triple-reinforced and insulated, no one can hear you but me.”

  But I wasn’t giving up. I backed up and began doing karate kicks against the heavy oak.

  “Open,” I huffed as I swung my foot as hard as possible. God, why did my jeans have to be so tight? It was so hard to get good leverage when wearing stiff denim, and I cursed myself for splurging on the pair. They were supposed to make my butt look good, but did the manufacturer ever think about what would happen when I needed to make an escape?

  “Hi-ya!” I screamed again, giving it my best chop.

  Mason merely chuckled.

  “Please honey, it’s doing you no good,” he said mildly again. “Come back and sit.”

  I wouldn’t listen, instead continuing with my karate kicks. But the door remained steadfastly closed, my insistent pummeling doing nothing except amusing the man who watched. And finally, I turned back to him, panting and breathless, face red with exertion.

  “You have to tell me what’s going on,” I wheezed, leaning over my knees. “This is so crazy and insane.”

  He merely patted the couch cushion next to him.

  “Come sit next to me and I’ll tell you everything,” he invited. I looked warily at that big hand and where he wanted me to sit. How did I know it was safe? Maybe he’d slip those handcuffs on again. But Mason held up both his hands in surrender.

  “Naw baby, no need for cuffs this time, I promise,” he said. “Just sit and talk for a little, you’ll see.”

  With that, I made my way slowly to the couch, lowering myself on the cushion as far from him as possible.

  “What?” I asked in a low voice. “What could possibly justify all this?” I asked, shivering a little. “This is insane.”

  He nodded in acknowledgment.

  “Of course, it’s insane. But then again, Major Corporation has never been known for playing by the rules. In fact, the opposite,” he continued mildly. “We’re known for pushing the limits to make things happen. And like I said,” he said, swinging that blue gaze back to me again, “I need a pregnant fiancée, and you honey, are the best woman to create that illusion.”

  I goggled once again, unable to help.

  “But why? And couldn’t you find anyone else? You’re gorgeous,” I stammered over the words, “There must be women everywhere who would love to have your baby, why do you need a someone like me?”

  Mason’s look grew more wolfish.

  “Because we need a particular type of woman. Like I said baby, not anyone’s gonna do. We need someone who looks innocent, sweet and ripe, with real baby-making capacity. And that’s you.”

  I goggled.

  “But there has to be another way,” I pleaded. “I’m a stranger! Couldn’t you find a girlfriend? Or an ex-girlfriend? Or a female friend?”

  Mason looked at me wryly.

  “We thought about all that, and it’s not gonna work. First, because I haven’t exactly had a string of winners as girlfriends,” he acknowledged. “More like they’ve been vipers after my money. So no, that avenue’s not going to work.”

  But that wasn’t the only option.

  “But how about a surrogate?” I asked. “I mean, all you need is a fake fiancée right? Why don’t you get an actress or a model or something? There are girls who’d do this for money.”

  The gleam in his eyes grew.

  “That’s right baby, but I’m not after an actress or model, those girls are dumb as shit. I need to convince the board that I have a real fiancée, and hopefully one who’s pregnant. That’s the only way to release granddad’s money, it’s the only way the plan’s gonna work. So yeah,” he rumbled. “You’re it, honey. You look ripe, fertile, and exactly the kind of good girl that’s wife material. Besides,” he added with a gleam to his eye. “I plan on doing some impregnating, if you get what I mean.”

  My mouth went dry.

  “Impregnating?” I parroted in a weak whisper. “What?”

  “You know exactly what I’m talking about,” he said with another knowing smile. “You know exactly what I mean.”

  I shook my head, dumbfounded.

  “No, I don’t,” I whispered. “I really don’t.”

  “I’m sure you do,” he cajoled. “Because natural is best, right? So that means that we’re going to get down the old-fashioned way, dick in pretty pussy until semen’s gushing out.”

  That got me.

  “No,” I whispered disbelievingly. “You don’t know me. I don’t know you. We can’t be doing this, absolutely not.”

  “Why not?” threw out the big man. “Plenty of people do it all the time. It feels good, you know? Like screaming orgasms and pussies creaming on hard cock?”

  His words were so nasty and yet a thrill of excitement ran through my body. Mason Major, most eligible bachelor, needed a fake fiancée for some reason or other. And he’d picked me because I looked like a good girl, someone who was wife material. But even if I was a fake fiancée, why were we talking about sex? Why was he talking about knocking me up the real way? I was just a placeholder, there to play a role. My thoughts swirled, confused and overwhelmed. Taking a deep breath, I tried to get it together.

  “Listen,” I said slowly. “I’m not the girl for you. I’ve been with tons of guys, hundreds in fact,” I lied through my teeth, “and never gotten pregnant. In fact, I don’t think I can have a baby,” I pleaded.

  Mason grinned again.

  “Surely you don’t believe me to believe that?” he asked archly. “Please honey, we know more about you than you think.”

  I thought fast.

  “I’m not on camera all the time,” I said quickly. “Maybe I snuck a guy into my dorm. Maybe I have a secret boyfriend.”

  Mason shook his head slowly.

  “Naw, honey, we have all your medical records, including your last gynecological exam at the student health center. You’re a virgin.”

  My cheeks flamed again then, I was so embarrassed.

  “You saw that?” I squealed. “Oh my god, medical records are supposed to be private!” I thought back to my last exam and squirmed again with humiliation. The long thin metal instrument they’d pushed into my lady parts hadn’t even been able to get in, it’d been so uncomfortable and cold. And now the alpha knew!

  “It’s not private if you own the clinic,” the big man grinned again. “Like I said, honey, we own everything, it’s all in the computer at the touch of a mouse.”

  “But still!” I sputtered helplessly. “But still!”

  Mason merely grinned at me again.

  “Believe it, baby, this is happening. You’re my fake fiancée for the time being, at least until we convince the trust to release the funds.”

  I shook my head furiously.

  “Absolutely not. I’m not pretending to be your fake fiancée, I’m not having your baby, I’m not helping you get any money out of this damned trust for any reason whatsoever. Absolutely not.”

  And with that, Mason approached once more, his huge figure looming, dark and ominous.

  “No problem,” he said smoothly. “I’ll give you some time to think about it.”

  And with that the cuffs were back on in a second.

  “What the hell?” I squealed, pulling away. “You can’t just keep locking me up, this is crazy!”

  Except as I spoke, he pulled another pair of cuffs out and in one swift move, fastened my ankle to the couch leg.

  “What the?!?!” I squealed, even more outraged now. “This is kidnap! This is … this is ….”

  But my voice died off becaus

e suddenly a knife appeared in his hand, shiny yet lethal, and my plump body quivered, breaking out in a cold sweat. Oh god, was he really going to? Was he going to hurt me somehow?

  But the look in his eye wasn’t that of some mass murderer. It was a dangerous predator, sure, but one that wanted to devour me, savoring every inch of sweet female flesh. And slowly, Mason ran the tip of the blade against my cheek. I quivered, almost unable to breathe.

  “Mr. Major?” I choked out. “Sir? Please.” My voice trailed off.

  The big man merely chuckled darkly.

  “Seems like a little danger is the only way to tame the wildcat within, huh?” he asked. “Seems like you need it a little excitement, hmmm?” he asked smoothly, trailing that knife edge against my throat this time.

  And oh god, I loved it. Because I knew he wasn’t going to hurt me. This man wanted me, I could see it in those gleaming blue eyes. So this wasn’t the time to slash my arteries, Mr. Major wasn’t going to draw blood in any way.

  And sure enough, the knife moved quickly then, swift and efficient. Mason slid the sharp blade down my neck and to my cleavage before catching the tip in the vee of my blouse and slitting the cloth in two.

  “What?” I gasped, the material hanging in rags down my shoulders. “What the?”

  But the alpha was fast because his next move was to slice my bra, revealing huge sacks of cream tipped with pink nipples that quivered under his eyes.

  “Oh!” I breathed again, heart fluttering like a butterfly. “Oh my god!” I should have been scared but instead, my heart beat like a drum, holding absolutely still as the man wielded his knife.

  And Mason knew. Because instead of stopping, he just kept going. The alpha moved swiftly to my shorts, slashing the material and drawing it off my body until I was dressed in nothing but tiny red panties. I blushed then, a full body flame that ran all the way from my hairline down my chest, spreading rosily across my stomach. Because usually I wear granny panties, but today of all days, I’d put on a frippery little thing from last year, something I’d bought on a whim. It was tiny and flirtatious, totally inappropriate.

  But judging from Mason’s aroused groan, he liked it too. And with one flash of the knife, the panties were gone and my pussy was out, pink lips peeking out from beneath a small thatch of hair.

  “Stop!” I squealed, squirming against my chains. “Stop, stop! You can’t do this to me!”

  What was coming next? Was he going to touch me? Lick me where it counts? And to my great shame, my body flushed again, insides tingling, pussy beginning to drip. Oh god, oh god, I was supposed to be a prisoner struggling to get away, but instead, all I could feel was hot anticipation, wanting him to come closer.

  Holding still, the dark man brandished the knife again. My breath was labored, big boobies rising and falling heavily as I stared. And slowly, he ran the gleaming tip over my nether lips. Looking down, I could hardly tear my eyes away as the metal grazed the sensitive flesh, tickling, so tantalizing and yet potentially lethal.

  “Mason,” I breathed. “Mason.”

  Both of us were entranced by the sight of the knife moving against my most sensitive spot. And with a gentle twist of his wrist, the blade moved horizontally against my flesh, scraping off a small patch of hair, leaving me bare and nubile beneath.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he rasped hoarsely. “So beautiful.”

  Both of us stared as the knife teased my pussy, enraptured, but I wasn’t able to keep still for long. Because it felt so good so that involuntarily, my body quivered, juices running hotly between my thighs. Oh my god, this was so embarrassing! I wasn’t supposed to like it, I was tied up as a strange man touched me. But instead, moaning throatily, I looked into those blue eyes.

  “Mmm,” I breathed, body on fire, already begging for his touch. “Please more.” My boobs heaved up and down, nipples hard as rocks, everything open for him.

  And never breaking eye contact, Mason lifted the knife to his mouth and licked the blade clean with his tongue.

  “You taste good,” he grunted. “Your cunt juice tastes real good, baby girl.”

  With a flash, the pocketknife disappeared. I gasped at the alpha. Where was it? What was going on? I was totally nude, cuffed hand and foot in a strange man’s office. What had begun as a regular day at the coffee shop had gone berserk. I was a prisoner, my mind whirling, body on alert … and yet I only wanted more.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Mason

  I can hardly believe what I’ve done. Well, not really. Because I’m an asshole through and through, and yeah, the most depraved things come easy to me. So yeah, I have an eighteen year-old virgin in my office, cuffed and naked, dripping with desire.

  But Katie likes it, I’m not worried about that. When I skimmed her cunt with the knife, she gasped breathlessly, that sweet puss quivering. And fuck, but it looked good. The little girl is so beautiful, those heavy white thighs bisected in the middle with a dripping pink slit. I could hardly keep myself from ramming her right there, making her scream.

  But I don’t want to fuck things up because there’s so much on the line and we’ve been tracking the female for a while now. There were a couple women at the beginning, all of them young, nubile and luscious. But for some reason or other, the other ones were eliminated until only Katie was left.

  One chick was a ho, she brought different guys back to her room every other night. Hey, I have no problem with women having a sex life, but in this particular case, it wasn’t gonna fly. The board will never believe some female’s my fiancée if she humping other dudes right and left.

  Another chickadee got measles and dropped out of school, vanishing off the face of the earth. Too bad, sucks to be you. So yeah, it was just Katie in the end. But who the fuck cares? She was always perfect. Watching videotape, the girl was luscious and round, perfect baby-making material. And when her tests came back clean, I was on it. Putting on a suit, I walked into Ninth Street Espresso like I owned the place.

  But the biggest douche was there this morning, trying to get with my little girl. No way was I gonna let some other dude swoop in at the last minute and steal her, so yeah, I picked a fight. I pounded that other guy into the floor, smashed his face up bad, but he deserved it. Katie’s mine, I’ve been scoping her for almost a year now, a part of the master plan. So what if I’m using the female? We use people right and left all the time, and it’s for the better. Like I said, Major Corp. isn’t known for pussy-footing, and as its CEO, I pull the strings. I make major decisions that affect thousands of peoples’ lives, and I’m not about to give into my ancestor’s will without a fight.

  Except there’s one guy that I run everything by – and that’s my best friend, my buddy, the President of Major, Derek Smith.

  “Hey dude,” I said, stepping into his office. “What’s going on?”

  We have adjacent offices, both of them huge and spacious. But Derek’s such an asshole that he didn’t even bother to look up from the porn he was watching.

  “Yo, what’s up?” he grunted, still mesmerized. Some girl was getting pounded for sure, probably by a dozen guys.

  I shook my head.

  “You mind switching that off?” I asked. “Seriously, don’t you think it’d be embarrassing if someone walked in?”

  He shrugged, not bothering to look up at me.

  “Only you come in here without knocking. Besides, this is a good one,” he drawled. “Look at this little blonde. Isn’t it incredible how far she can stretch?”

  I didn’t want to look but he’d already turned the monitor my way, and what I saw was fucking filthy but also arousing. Because there was a blonde woman on the screen, buxom and shapely, but it wasn’t just her curves that turned me on. It was her partner. There was a hot, hard, heavy man pummeling her this way and that, making her scream, making that little snatch take wood deep in her insides. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, watching like a filthy pervert as the dude wielded his weapon. Shit, that dick looked good, enormous and pulsing, and I remained frozen, praying Derek couldn’t tell.

  But my partner was too busy enjoying the scene to even notice my reaction.

  “Pretty good, huh?” he smirked. “Yeah, I can find the best porn on the web no problem, it’s all at my fingertips.”

  I wanted to lash out at him, I wanted to pound his face into the floor, but shit, this scene really was good. The woman and the guy both were model-quality and were going at it like they were really into it, not just some dick in pussy, wham bam thank you ma’am. The squeals were real, the trembling flesh wet and delicious, his cock hard because he wanted her. Immediately my mind began to whir. What would it feel like to have that fuckrod in me, owning my backside? What would it be like if Derek pushed me to the ground, forcing me to take it? I cursed, hating the train of thought.

  Because yeah, the blond giant was my best friend in college, able to multi-task while also being the captain of the baseball team, and my family liked him from the get go. He’s always been handsome and devilishly charming, with a confident air that draws women like bees. I just wished I didn’t feel this ungodly attraction to the other alpha. It’s complicated enough with a woman handcuffed naked in your office. Did I really have to be drawn to my buddy too?

  Besides, the complications would be fucking awful. Major Corp. is run by me and him. We have the future in our hands, and except for this ridiculous clause in my ancestor’s will, we’re pretty much able to do what we want. But right, the will.

  “I have her, by the way,” I grunted. “She’s in my office right now.”

  “Hmmm,” rumbled Derek, eyes still glued to the screen as the little blonde squatted down on her partner’s dick, pussy lips spreading as the monster pushed in. “Give me one sec.”

  I cleared my throat.

  “Yo dude, she’s naked and cuffed,” I rumbled again. “Katie’s not going anywhere.”

  At least that got a look from him.

  “Really, naked and cuffed?” he drawled. “You’re really into this one aren’t you?”

  I snorted.

  “Not as much as you’re into it. This was your idea,” I accused.

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