The Billionaire Bad Boy Plan

by Michelle Love

I was caught by a sharp pain as he moved in and then my wetness took him easily. I was overcome with pleasure and I moaned very loudly, despite trying to be quiet in the dimly lit street.

  “Sssh,”

  He fucked me harder and thrust his cock in and out of me relentlessly. I was nearly at orgasm and my body trembled.

  "I want you to come all over my cock," he murmured into my ear.

  The words were said and I was overcome with pleasure as my body jolted from being fucked by him. Every nerve ending felt it. He kept pounding into me which made the orgasm last even longer and I felt wanted and extremely attractive in that very moment. He came inside me as he finished his last thrust.

  "What's your name?" he asked, as he untied me.

  "Sienna Ruston," I said placing my dress back to where it belonged and still shaking from the aftermath of the orgasm.

  "Thanks, Sienna."

  He walked with me to the main street and hailed me a cab. I went home to my dorm and watched him fade away in the distance.

  As I look at myself in the mirror, I was numbed by the whole clothes-wearing idea. Damn trying to study with clothes on, and whose idea was it to look sharp at all times of the day, anyway? I was determined to study naked. I continued to look in the mirror as I said it again and again, rolling my eyes. You can wear no clothes, Sienna, you can wear no clothes. I knew that any minute Jenna would come out of the shower, and see me again at my desk, naked. Jenna was my roommate and she was currently getting ready for her day.

  I know she will be out and gone soon to her classes soon enough. Unbelievably, she has actually managed to butter me up to attend an interview with the CEO of Benton Psychology as part of our college fundraising campaign. She was supposed to do it but went and told the college committee that her exams were too soon, so therefore I will be taking her place. Actually, she volunteered me as I am also on the committee and I was supposed to be working this afternoon. I cancelled just for her, and for the committee who desperately need the money for scholarships and equipment. They are relying heavily on me. Now I have to drive to lower Manhattan to meet the CEO, who everyone hopes will turn out to be a major player and benefactor for the university this year. I am determined to study first, though. I am naked because it's comfortable and because it's hot. Evaporative air conditioning is truly a laughable thing. Especially during the study sessions. Maybe we should be pitching for new dormitory air conditioning as well. That would make perfect sense, actually.

  Jenna walks out of the bathroom with a towel around her torso. She has a smirk on her face.

  "Jesus Sienna, really? At least put some knickers on," she teased, placing a hand over her eyes jokingly.

  Jenna is truly a piece of work, in every sense of the word. She looks immaculate no matter what she does. If she is working, playing tennis or studying, she still looks fantastic. She attracts everyone easily, without even noticing. It's like she has some sort of magnet that allows people to zoom to her throughout the day. It must be so exhausting looking that good. I ignored the need to feel sympathy for her. She loves the attention and was born to be eyed by the masses. That’s my take on it, anyway.

  "I've got that interview with Jonathon Ellis today. I have the questions from Michelle, all written neatly in a binder portfolio,” I said, deliberately staying off the naked topic.

  "You better wow him with all that portfolio stuff, because the committee need at least fifty grand from this new company. Hey, you had better take a shower, it's a long drive up there."

  "Do you know anything about the company at all?" I asked out of curiosity.

  "Not much, just that they make apps for psychology college testing and company evaluations."

  Jenna put on a striped blue and white sweatshirt, with denim jeans and pants. She stood in front of the mirror and “wallah,” she looked like a supermodel. She was studying law and she was also my best friend. We have known each other since we were kids, and I am exceptionally proud of her. She's a hard worker, and somewhat of a genius; but not the nerdy kind. She understands lots of literary forms and loves reading philosophy. She shut the door and waved a goodbye as she went off to class.

  After my shower, I headed into the traffic towards the interstate. It will be good to get away from NYU even if just for an afternoon. Tomorrow, I will get back to my routine and continue studying. I am lucky that Jenna has lent me her gorgeous black BMW. It's a nice day so I can open up the sunroof to let the breeze in. I don't want to pull the top down because it's too breezy when you travel down the interstate. I just settled for a taste of the experience with the sunroof open as I put my foot down on the pedal and listened to the radio.

  I got to my destination and parked the car in the massive car park that was underneath the huge building. I am guessing that it was at least twenty stories high. The steel and glass were architecturally designed so the windows look a bit bowed or egg-shaped. It was extremely modern and no expense has been spared in its design. I have fifteen minutes to spare. It's a quarter past one and I am due in there for a sharp one thirty appointment. The steel and glass was striking as I walked into the large glass tunnel that propels me towards the door. The lobby was marble floored, with cream and brown swirls over the floor. The pillars of sandstone held up the massive white ceiling with carved decorations.

  The lobby desk was also made of marble and stood there in a proud manner all on its own. Behind the desk was a very attractive brunette who smiled at me, with a pleasant, kind look on her face. She wore a pinstripe suit and her hair was cut perfectly in bangs that fell to just below her ears. Around her neck, she wore a beautiful yellow scarf that matched the sandstone elements in the massive lobby. She looked immaculate, and matched the interior of the whole room.

  "Why hello there. My name is Sienna Ruston and I am here to see Mr Ellis."

  "Please wait one moment, Ms. Ruston," said the young woman with a bright smile.

  She looked me up and down, and for the first time, I felt underdressed for the whole appointment thing. I was wearing a silk blue shirt and a nice denim skirt, but still I felt like I should have added a scarf, or gelled my hair. I don’t know really, something more than what I had done at least.

  "Yes, Ms. Ruston. Mr. Ellis is expecting you. Please sign here and go to floor twenty-four."

  "Thank you I say," as I was handed a "visitor" pass and directed by a finger pointing to the elevator door.

  Her smile felt a little mocking as I walked around like a person that didn't fit in with the place. I felt so small and insignificant as the marble floors seemed to go on forever underneath my small feet.

  JONATHON

  I was finding it hard to stop thinking about the other night. My mousy brown vixen had got me feeling sexy. I had an interview with a Sienna Ruston in half an hour, so I will read my novel for a while. ‘All of You’, it’s so justifiably called.

  “Selena walked to the end of the corridor, and her long brown hair bounced behind her in a ponytail, to the middle of her back. All I could see were her long legs that rose up from her black heels and that were held by the silk of her light brown stockings. God, she was hot. Her thin waist held her pin-striped skirt on her perfectly. It was a light gray with black. Her light pink blouse was neatly tucked into it. Damn.

  "Are you ready to enter the secret room?" she asked, opening the small door.

  Her glasses were tipped down onto her nose so all that I could see were her blue eyes staring at me, in a vivid wanting, or so I hoped.

  "Yes Ms. Chapman," I said, slightly erect.

  I moved past her through the door, and walked into the dimly lit room.

  "Sit there.”

  The room was empty with only one chair in it. It was a dark, leather swivel chair, and the lights that glowed red, like in a lab. I sat in the chair wondering what she might want to show me. Maybe she was going to find a light switch and then show me something in private. I waited. She walked behind a screen that was used for projection. I could faintly see her shadow
behind it. Her body had a perfect silhouette.

  "Are you ready to be shown a secret," she said, still behind the screen.

  "Yes," I waiting, enjoying the break from work.

  Selena walked out and stood behind me. I was expecting her to place a light on or hold something up, but instead, her hands moved in front of my eyes and a cloth was placed in front of me. She firmly pushed it over my eyes and it tightened around my head.

  Shit, it was a blindfold. I was not expecting that.

  "Are you okay?" she asked me.

  "Mhm," I murmured, barely able to say actual words, as my fast-paced breathing took hold.

  Selena held my hand and placed it on her shoulder. She was finished with the blindfolding and was now standing in front of me.

  “Would you like to touch me?" she whispered.

  "Yes," I said intrigued, remembering how I'd undressed her in my mind so many times before.

  "You'll have to work for it then, slave…"

  My breathing increased and I could smell her as she walked around me.

  "Open your shirt, now!" she yelled out.

  I was turned on by her sudden controlling dominance, so I started unbuttoning my shirt. I was slightly aroused by her voice.

  "Faster," she said, still using her lungs to facilitate my nakedness.

  My shirt was opened quickly by me, and there was a definite silence now. I waited but there was nothing.

  "Ummm," I was making sure she was still there.

  "Silence.”

  I sat in the chair and waited. I could feel her breathing near to my exposed neck. Now she blew cold air on my nipples and I felt them harden. My cock was hard, and I could smell her perfume which was mixed with the smell of my sweat. She moved her head and placed her wet tongue on my nipple. She licked it and I moaned at the sensation.

  "Silence…" she said, backing away. "Stand up and remove all of your clothing, now!"

  My breathing became quicker at the anticipation of it all. I removed my clothes and stood naked, still blindfolded, in front of her. She grabbed my left arm and reached it up, clipping it into some sort of brace. My breathing was quicker, and I was turned on by the forcefulness of it all. My other hand was swung up and then tied to match the other.

  "Oh God," I said aloud. I was strung up and could not see, all of my clothes were off and the woman of my dreams was in control of me.

  "Tell me that you want me,"

  "I want you," I gasped, feeling only anticipation. I wanted to see her, desperately.

  A whip cracked over my left buttock and I moved sharply at the stinging sensation, not expecting the intensity. She was behind me now, eyeing up my body. Or so I guessed.

  "Fuck! I want you so bad."

  The whip cracked over my left buttock again and I knew then how the game would be played. She was in control of everything, and I needed to do everything that she said.

  "Place your tongue out, and get ready for my breast.”

  I did what she said and I sensed her standing on the chair, and then her nipple moved into my mouth.

  "Suck and lick it."

  I sucked and licked as sensually as I could. I could imagine how beautiful her breasts would be if my eyes were not covered, and the nipple in my mouth was so erect and responsive. My cock was like a piece of steel, and I could feel it moisten with pre-cum. I licked and she moaned loudly, enjoying my tongue. This was a teasing that I had not been expecting. She moved the other breast into my mouth and I licked and sucked it in pleasure, eager to do my best. She moaned. I felt her body warmth and I so badly wanted to be inside her, and then, frustratingly, she pulled away from me. The whip cracked at my back, but only lightly. I grimaced in ecstasy, even at that slight sting.

  "Good boy," she said in a lowered, husky tone.

  I felt her hands on my legs as she tickled them with her fingernails, I knew she was naked, getting off on my body. My cock was still as hard as a rock. She kissed the inside of my left leg tenderly, and her hand gently tickled my balls.

  "Fuck," I said in pure delight. My cock wanted to be touched, and she was teasing me even more than before.

  The whip cracked across my ass again.

  "Sssh,” she whispered quietly. “No talking."

  My mouth was covered by her hand for a moment, and then I felt her in front of me.

  "You want my pussy, slave, don't you?"

  I nodded, knowing that if I talked then I would get another crack over my ass.

  "Good boy.”

  She untied my hands one at a time and led me to a low-lying bed just a few meters away.

  "Lie on your back.” I didn’t need telling twice.

  I could smell that the sheets were freshly washed. She tethered my arms to the head of the bed and I could still only smell and hear her. I laid there in anticipation and felt her climb on top of me. My face was then suddenly covered by her vagina, and she put her wet lips onto mine.

  "Lick and suck," she instructed, as she sat over me. I could smell the sweetness and her labia wobbled as I licked and sucked her eagerly. Her wetness grew more and more. Fuck I wanted her.

  She moaned continuously as my tongue went inside her. Her head moved over my cock, and she teasingly licked the head. I thought I was going to explode, it was so hot. Her hand moved up and down my shaft and her tongue tantalizingly teased the head of my cock, her tongue circling around the sensitive glans. I desperately wanted her mouth to wrap around it fully, but she kept using her hand only. My face was covered in her juices and I came almost instantly. She moved her pussy off of me and used two of my fingers to finger herself. In out in and out, my fingers pushed. It was so soft inside and it didn't take long before she moaned aloud in ecstasy.

  "Thank you, slave," she panted, leaving me tied up as she dressed. That I could tell as much by the sound of rustling material that was not coming from the sheets. I was covered in my own cum and my fingers were still wet from her pussy. She moved to untie me, and then promptly left the room.

  "Close the door when you're done," she then ordered over her shoulder as her high heels clicked down the hallway.”

  My mind was taken by the words in the novel. I liked the thought of a woman being in charge, but I liked being in control even more. I better get some coffee made before my next appointment.

  SIENNA

  I arrived upstairs. The lift had been kind and there was actually a button that said, "Mr. Jonathon Ellis." Wow, this guy must be important if he has an entire floor to himself.

  I checked my notes that I had been given by Michelle. There was a portfolio including other college stuff that I was to show him. Then I was supposed to ask for at least fifty grand. Shit! Fifty grand was a lot of money. Maybe I should have dressed up a bit more.

  I sat across from a handsome twenty-something blond. He wore glasses and noticed me over the rim of his glasses as I approached. He wasn't perving at me; just curious, I guessed. He sat behind as huge desk with at least four computers arranged so he had the best view of all of them. Very organised.

  "Ms. Ruston, Mr. Ellis won't be a moment," he said with a smile.

  I felt small in the huge waiting area that was covered in contemporary prints and a beautiful marble floor that was red and white swirled. My mind went back to the stranger from Jenna's party and the poor SAAB that had felt my horny body lay on it in ecstasy. I had not really believed in the encounter of a tall, dark stranger until now. I wondered if he would be at that bar again this weekend. He intrigued me and I had not stopped thinking about his force with me. It had been such a turn on.

  "Mr. Ellis will see you now," said the young blond at the desk, his words drawing me out of my meanderings.

  I picked up my bag and the portfolio, and tried to place my thoughts back on the fifty grand. Another one of Jenna's moves that I had fallen for, way too easily.

  As I walked into the new room, I noticed the immediate beauty of it. The floor was still marble with swirls, but the walls were tiled black and gray that was
well suited for the masculine tone of the decor. The chaise lounges were a sophisticated cream that seemed to be made of a silk. I looked round to the large desk where Jonathon Ellis should have been but wasn't. I placed my bag and portfolio on one of the loungers and waited.

  A large black side-door opened, and there he was. My heart skipped all of its beats at once and I was in shock.

  "Ms. Ruston, I presume?" he said, walking over to shake my hand.

  Was he not aware that it was me? It was him. The stranger that had fucked me on the SAAB just two nights before.

  "Hi, Mr. Ellis," I said, trying not to seem weird.

  "Please have a seat."

  He sat down on the lounge and gestured for me to sit at the other one across from him. There was only a coffee table that was in between us and to my horror, I started fantasizing about the other night and felt myself getting wet in my crotch.

  "Ms. Ruston, Jeremy will be bringing tea and coffee. Then we may talk more candidly."

  The door burst open and Jeremy brought a tray of percolated coffee and a pot of tea that I so desperately needed to calm me. I hoped it was peppermint, or that some might be offered. I had not felt this uncomfortable since a boy in fourth grade looked over the toilet cubicle at me while I urinated. I felt swallowed up by his testosterone. He was so in control of everything.

  "Ms. Ruston, tea or coffee?"

  "Tea please. White with one sugar, thanks," I said, crossing my legs awkwardly.

  Jonathon's eyes had not left me since he walked into the room. He didn't seem to mind my squirming. I was trying so hard to hide it. I sipped my hot tea cautiously.

  Jeremy poured a cup of black coffee for the stranger who was now not so much of a stranger anymore, and then he left the room.

  "So, Ms. Ruston, I was lucky enough to have a pre-meeting with you on Saturday night it seems. I definitely liked what I saw."

  I coughed on my tea as if it had lumps in it.

  "I am sorry. I didn't know I'd be meeting you today. My friend Jenna Barlow was supposed to..."