The Billionaire Bad Boy Plan

by Michelle Love

  I looked at her and smiled. "They will tell you first and then you can tell me."

  "Get that Jeremy fellow checked out before you see me next week. I would not like to be off of the case because of a setup."

  I winked and smiled, "I don't know how you do it, Emily. They must rave about you in Moscow. I will have him thoroughly checked, for sure."

  Emily looked around the room and smiled awkwardly at me.

  "Mmm you must think I am rude, Ellis. I like what you've done with the place. Keep it up and I will tell them of your help in Moscow."

  Emily stood up and shook my hand. She tickled my palm with her fingers and I coughed on purpose. It was our secret goodbye handshake that meant we were tied together for the sake of Russia.

  She walked to the door and scanned around herself slyly as she waited for the elevator. It was priceless and I winked at Jeremy as she left in the elevator.

  "Jeremy, coffee please, my man."

  I walked back and buzzed Sienna, "Do you want to sit in with Mr. Brown?"

  I watched her as she walked to the buzzer on the live feed. "Yes please, Mr. Ellis."

  I sat and waited and Jeremy came in with Sienna just behind him. She moved to my desk and I decided to quiz Jeremy a little.

  "Was Holly a good help?"

  Jeremy blushed and answered, "Yes but there's still lots to do."

  I could see that he was interested in her and I wanted him to have someone.

  "Send her up after lunch and let her continue helping you."

  "Yes, Mr. Ellis. Thank you."

  Sienna had no idea that I was setting Jeremy up and looked disinterested in the conversation as she sat and played with my Rubix cube on the desk.

  Jeremy closes the door and I eye my beautiful Sienna. She looks so very beautiful and I remembered how turned on she was in my spa and then again soaping up my cock in the shower. Oh, fuck, she was hot.

  I wished that Mr. Brown had cancelled so I could fuck her on my desk. I loved fucking her and when she spoke dirty, it aroused me even more. It was a bit unusual that the word, "fuck" was such a turn on really. I couldn't think why, but when she said it to me I was aroused by it.

  "I hate these stupid Rubix cubes, I can't work them out."

  I smiled at her as her voice cut through my mental wanderings and thought how cute she was as it pissed her off with each rotation.

  "You do know I was up to a certain part," I said, smiling.

  "Oh shit, really? I'm sorry."

  I laugh and sipped at my coffee. She blew me the sexiest kiss I had ever been blown.

  "Mr. Brown is here, Mr. Ellis."

  "Thanks, Jeremy, please send him in."

  Sienna placed the Rubix cube down, sat professionally and waited patiently.

  "Hello, Harold. It's nice to see you."

  "Hello, Jonathan, thanks."

  "Ms. Ruston is my summer intern and she is in her second year of psychology. Do you mind if she sits in?"

  "No, not at all. I hope I don't bore you too much Ms. Ruston."

  Sienna could see that his self-esteem was lacking and answered, "No, I am delighted to meet you actually."

  I was proud of my mousy brown. She treated everyone with respect and dignity and that was an important trait in psychology. There was no judgment and only help to give. It was actually amazing how many people needed a friendly ear. Sometimes there was nothing needed except for that. A friendly face, who would simply listen.

  "So, how are you?"

  "Well I went to the group therapy and I liked listening to the others. Many of them have depression because of life circumstances. Mine is probably genetic, according to Jenny, who also goes to the group. Jenny says that I am very boring and it is sad that my genetic makeup makes me depressed."

  "Oh, is that so?"

  I knew Jenny Struthers and found her narcissistic behavior annoying as I heard Mr. Brown continue.

  "I am lucky that a tragedy hasn't befallen me from my past like Jenny. She thinks I am extremely lucky to be allowed into the group with plain, genetic depression."

  I knew that Jenny had been annoying to the other members but she had no right to do this to anyone. I would need to set her straight at her next appointment.

  "Harold, Jenny will probably not be the right one to listen too. You are allowed to be there too."

  "Yes, I like her but I like Louise more. We are going on a date tomorrow night, together."

  I thought about it and remembered Louise who had broken up and divorced Stephan, a man who turned out to be gay. I pictured Harold and Louise and thought of how good the match was.

  "Well, that might be exciting," I say.

  "Yes, I have nothing to wear so I am going to go to the shops after our appointment."

  "I am so happy for you Harold. Louise is truly lovely."

  Harold shook my hand and left, excited to go shopping.

  I watched as Harold left and I was taken by Sienna who looks like she wanted to devour me with only her eyes.

  SIENNA

  It was great watching Jonathan with his clients, but what intrigued me more was his body as it sat naked underneath his pale, blue shirt. I was so addicted to him. I got up and moved to the couch across from him.

  "Sienna, are you enjoying the clients?" he asks, trying to sway my horny demeanor.

  "Mhm," I open my legs and allow him to see my purple, lace panties.

  "Oh, fuck yeah," he breathed, eyeing my pussy that sat just a few meters away.

  I open my legs and place my knees high and rub my vagina on top of the panties. I am so horny and I pull my panties across and open my lips so he could see the moistness.

  "See what you do to me," I say, as he rubs his trousers.

  "Oh, Sienna I am so grateful for you."

  I continue to rub up and down. I move my fingers inside and moan as the feeling is so desirable. Just the thought of Jonathon sends me into a feeling of ecstasy alone.

  "Oh fuck, your pussy is so wet."

  I place my fingers on my clitoris and arch my back in pleasure.

  "You like watching, don't you?"

  Jonathan sits and unzips his trousers and pulls his cock out now as I play with my clitoris. The panties feel tight on the edge of my pussy and the sight of him playing with his cock ‘forces’ me to place two fingers inside.

  "Oh God, yes," I say as I frig myself slowly to let him watch.

  "Your pussy makes me hard," he says, pulling quickly on his shaft.

  "Your cock makes me want to cum," I was fingering more quickly then.

  I can see that this watching me masturbate turns him on and I slow the pace so he can cum before me. I lick my fingers and put them in again, teasing him more.

  "Oh, fuck yeah, I'm cumming.."

  He blows his load all over the couch and yet, continues watching me without even looking where it landed.

  I push in and out more vigorously, and he watches me arch my back as I cum.

  "Oh, oh, yes. Oh… oh God.”

  "Mr. Nettle is on line one for you, Mr. Ellis."

  Jonathan hops up and takes the call. I use some wet wipes from my bag to clean the couch so that it is less conspicuous.

  "Yes Mr. Nettle, Sienna Ruston is a fantastic intern. I will let you know in my report at the end of the summer. It is a pleasure to donate the money. You are very welcome. Yes, goodbye."

  I knew that Mr. Nettle would check up on me and I was glad that Jonathan had taken the call. I was still feeling quite breathless from the masturbation and orgasm.

  I couldn't remember a time when I had last felt so horny. I kind of understood now, how it must be for guys who always wanted to have sex, or look at porn to jerk off. This new addiction to Jonathan was so good and I never wanted it to end. I was excited to go to the club again and be his submissive. I craved for it, actually.

  "That was fun," he says.

  "You are fun," I replied, looking into his dreamy, hazel eyes.

  I knew it was time to take a lunch
break because I was starving and we had missed the morning break thanks to our masturbation session. God, yes. I felt so alive.

  I went back to the Langdon room after lunch and waited for a buzz. I had been left with some books to read about schizophrenia and the symptoms of it, both with and without medication. I really liked reading and found myself intrigued by the pages.

  The buzzer startled me. "Sienna, do you want to go to the club tonight? It's only Wednesday but it will be fun."

  I was happy for the interruption and I answered, "Mmm, sounds wonderful Mr. Ellis."

  "Great be ready at five for me. I have a nice dress for you. It will be here at four."

  "Oooh thanks. See you soon then, Mr. Ellis."

  I was taken with his addiction for me. Just the thought of the club made me feel aroused again. Goodness knows what would be in those windows. I felt excited to see my dress. It was three-thirty so in half an hour it would be here.

  I used my phone to text Jenna so she would know. She was such a social butterfly and she wouldn't miss me anyway, but I still liked to be polite.

  God, I felt so lucky to have a man that wanted me so much and I knew the infatuation was an addiction for the both of us. My life had been pretty boring up to now so I was ready to experience more. I trusted Jonathon and he also trusted me. It was a good match and my feelings were insignificant, really. It was lust, pure and simple and that feeling was hard to shift.

  I sat and read the book and kept my eye on the time. I really couldn’t wait to be wined, dined and fucked intensely again by Jonathan in the red room. I felt so dirty thinking about it all. I was extremely turned on, again.

  When we arrived at the club, I felt sexy. My yellow, glimmer dress accentuated my hips and came around in a love heart shape to heighten my cleavage. It was as if it had been made for me.

  The dancers are dressed in hot pants and some in short skirts that might as well not have been there at all this time. It looks extremely hot. I watch as we sit at our table mesmerized by the jungle theme. They are doing movements like warriors or cavemen, and they have painted faces.

  Jonathan orders some of that deliciously sweet pink champagne and also enjoys the movements of the dancers that are vigorously occurring behind the erotic windows.

  I look at him (without him noticing), and realize just how exquisite he is in that captured moment. His jawline, his, hair, his lips and his unbelievably dreamy, bedroom eyes. He is wearing a silk, beige shirt which sits beautifully on his shoulders and over his chest. I could have devoured him before dinner, actually.

  The menus finally arrived. I ask for the grilled fish with seasonal vegetables and sweet sauce. Jonathan orders a filet mignon, which sounds so inviting as he says it to the waitress. Maybe it was just his voice; sensual all on its own, without effort.

  "Sienna, you look amazing."

  I look into his eyes. "You are such a charmer. You look pretty fine yourself, you know."

  We continue watching the dancers who slowed down a bit during the dinner hour. The moves are still sexy, but I'm guessing they don't want everyone to get indigestion from the loud, fast music as they eat. The mood changes with the music as it slows. Even the volume is less as we enjoy our meals. I feel like a movie star or someone important as I sit wearing the expensive dress amongst other well-to-do couples.

  Jonathan eats his filet mignon and his face looks wonderful as he chews. I could not have wished for a finer specimen of a man to enjoy my time with. I feel so devilishly lucky, and I hope the summer never ends.

  JONATHAN

  The club is buzzing for a Wednesday. I am not sure what they have planned tonight but it seems like a jungle theme. I can't wait till the show starts, and although only every second window is running tonight, it shouldn't matter. The show is always fantastic.

  Sienna is enjoying her meal and I watch her as I watch the windows, trying not to be too obvious. There is nothing I like more than to watch her. She is extremely beautiful tonight. Her lips are shimmering to match her dress. Stephen did well to choose that one. He has a flair for shopping.

  The dancers move away now and the show is about to start. The waitress removes our plates and I give Sienna a kiss as the lights dim down. She is looking forward to our role-play, and I love being dominant over my submissive Sienna because it turns me on.

  The windows shine with all the couples. There are gays, lesbians, and straight couples. Window eighteen is a straight couple and the man is tied up in a starfish position standing up. He is completely naked and the jungle woman walks around him primitively.

  Sienna looks at me and winks. "So you will be my submissive tonight?"

  I smile back at her wondering if she realizes how turned I am by the mere thought of her being in control. I had never really pictured it before.

  The jungle woman crouched on the floor and licked her submissive's balls. He moaned in pleasure as she whipped his leg abrasively.

  I can't believe how much it turns me on. Sienna watches the woman closely and takes it all in. Every time the male moans or looks like he is enjoying it, the jungle woman walks away or slaps him with a tasseled whip. Fuck, yeah. I am turned on by Sienna watching and she moves into kiss me.

  "Are you alright with this?" she whispers.

  I smile a devilish grin. "Absolutely."

  We continue to watch as the jungle woman plays with the man. She licks his nipples and plays with her breasts so then his cock is even more aroused. She even whips herself and places her fingers in her mouth. He is completely helpless and can't fuck her because he is tied up.

  Sienna has had enough of watching and signals for our red door key. I am shocked by her excitement at the idea of behaving as the dominant. I had never even thought of swapping the roles with her before now. Fuck, yeah.

  Sienna pulls me close as we race to the red door. I have never seen her like this before. I feel extremely turned on by her wanting to have her way with me on her terms.

  "The room has only a bench with a jungle outfit and a tassel laying on it. Sorry Jonathan, you're naked for this one."

  I smile at her knowing she loves teasing me, "My safe word is..."

  "Your safe word is Ocean."

  I take my clothes off as Sienna is placing the jungle outfit on behind her screen. It is a halter neck and mini skirt in brown and green camo. She walks out and I am blown away with how sexy she looks in it.

  "Place your arms out, caveman," she says locking my wrists into the ties.

  I dare not say a word knowing it will get me slapped.

  "Your feet now."

  I place my feet wide open and she ties them to the straps. I am completely helpless in the starfish position.

  "You will call me Jane, caveman."

  "Yes Jane," I say, shocked by her sexiness and awesome control.

  I wait for Sienna and she walks across to the bench to pick up the strap. She walks back over and eyes my body up and down. She looks at my semi-flaccid cock and slaps my leg.

  "You have been a very bad boy," she says while walking behind me.

  My leg is throbbing in pain from the slap and I am aroused more. She goes around me and is now in front again, looking at my cock which has become harder.

  "Oooh, so you like it rough, then."

  I watch her as she slaps my other leg and I moan in pain and pleasure. I am extremely turned on by it all.

  "Fuck, your cock is hard…”

  I smile at her.

  "Answer me, caveman!"

  "Yes, Jane," I say.

  She sits in a squat behind me and touches the insides of both legs. Her fingernails are sneaking up to my ass and she firmly grabs it, inspecting it.

  "I like your ass. It's very nice."

  She uses the tassels to tease over my ass. They feel so soft as she brushes them over my skin. My cock is as hard as a rock by now.

  She gets up and moves to the front of me with the tassel whip in hand. She looks into my eyes and places her mouth over my nipple, sucking
gently.

  "Oh fuck…," was my gasped words before I could stop them.

  The tassel whip hits me on my leg, and I feel myself get aroused even more.

  “I'm going to suck your balls now."

  I try not to make a sound so then she will touch my balls and then hopefully my cock. It is so desperate, wanting to fuck her.

  She moves down and places the tassel whip on the ground. She places one ball in her mouth and gently sucks.

  "Fuck…”

  She ignores my talk and I know that she is horny now. Her fingers play with my balls and she starts licking them both very erotically.

  "Oooh. They are so fucken tasty, caveman."

  I can't believe the sensation and I feel my cock become even rigid, if that was even possible. Sienna notices it too and places her mouth around it.

  I feel like I am in heaven as she puts her mouth down on it and then goes to the tip, before taking it out altogether and walking to the bench.

  I can't bear it not to be in her mouth, but I sense she has a plan. “I’ll be right there, caveman," she said, pulling the bench in front of me.

  She sits on the bench and opens her legs. There are no panties on her at all and I am desiring her even more, as she sits and fondles her wet pussy.

  She hops off and shuffles the bench closer and bends over it. I move but without my hands being free, she helps and guides my cock into her and then pushes her ass in and out allowing my cock to be moistened by her wetness.

  "Oh, yeah caveman, I like you fucking me."

  She continues to move herself so then my cock thrusts in and out of her at a regular rhythm. Her hand touches her clitoris and she moans as she cums. So effortless, so easily aroused.

  I am still tethered like a starfish and feel extremely turned on by her ingenuity of using the desk to push herself onto my cock. She picks up her tassels and places them over my cock.

  "Wanna cum?"

  "Yes please… Jane," I say, hoping for her mouth.

  She looks at me with green eyes and puts her mouth over my cock. Her hand moves up and down firmly over the shaft and I explode into her mouth. Well, that didn’t take long at all. She swallows the load in her mouth and smiles.