My Blackmail Baby: Billionaire Bad Boy Romance

by Selena Black

  His fingers slipped between her thighs to play around her wet pussy entrance and her muscles tensed in anticipation of what she was about to get. Her clitoris was still being ravaged by his tongue as his touch slid inside her and he teased his fingers in and out to stroke on her slick inner skin. It made her muscles tighten even more and she slowly arched up from the bed as she let out desperate gasps. The hot rush of pleasure strengthened its grip on her as Mark started to finger fuck her in a faster rhythm.

  Gloria writhed around as the pressure on her clit intensified and her skin seemed to burn as Mark went all out to give her what she was now desperate for. She could barely catch her breath as his fingers plunged inside her again and again, while the ravaging licks of his tongue swept across her hot bud. It carried her all the way up until the fire between her thighs burned completely out of control. The creep of tension in her muscles reached the peak at which it was released and she let out a frantic cry as she crashed down to the mattress.

  Mark didn’t let up and the licking on her clit continued as he fucked his fingers knuckle-deep in her pussy. Gloria was engulfed in powerful shudders that wracked her body as the surge of ecstasy swept to every nerve ending in her body. She cried out again as the high of the orgasm ripped through her to make her pussy walls spasm around the penetration of stiff fingers and she was lost to the pure delight of the climax until it eventually began to die away. Her body trembled as she tried to recover her senses and by the time she did she was rolled on her side and held in a tight embrace. The ticklish touch of his mouth played on her ear.

  “Feeling good,” he said and laughed.

  It was an echo of the words she said to him after giving him oral sex and she jabbed her elbow into his belly.

  “Shut up,” she replied and let out a laugh.

  His erection pressed against the crease of her butt and she shifted position slightly, so she could reach between her thighs to grab hold of it. She heard his grunt as she dragged his cock to her pussy and held it against her slick skin.

  “Is this you practicing for a position you can use when my belly is bigger?” Gloria said and let out a quiet laugh.

  It ended when Mark’s hand found her breasts.

  “These will be bigger too by then,” he replied. “I can just have my fun with them.”

  Gloria closed her eyes as his touch sank in her soft flesh. She stroked her fingers along his erection as she held it between her thighs, but eventually grasped it and moved her position slightly to bring the tip to her wet pussy entrance. The afterglow of the orgasm was still making her tremble and her sharp intake of breath was loud when Mark thrust his hips forward. It made his cock slide inside her pussy and his grip tightened on her breasts as he began to fuck her.

  She kept her palm pressed between her thighs to make it stroke on his erection as it jabbed in and out of her. Mark’s body was tight against hers and she could sense the building tension in him as he increased his efforts. His ragged breaths sounded in her ear when he kissed it and her body was rocked by the strength of his thrusts. Their naked skin slapped together as he wrapped his arm across her chest and held her in place to take himself all the way.

  The growing pressure in his heavy sacs made him press his face against her hair and he threw himself at her with more erratic efforts as his body tensed in preparation for the pleasure that was to come. The last few strokes of his cock fucked deep in her before his guttural groan sounded in her ear.

  She grabbed at his balls to massage them as the first spurt of his seed erupted inside her. His grip tightened across her chest as the convulsions shook his body and she helped to milk every last drop out of him with gentle caresses of her fingers. He pressed his muscular physique against her to envelop her in his embrace as his shudders slowly died away and they lay together in silence afterwards. She held on to keep him inside her and lay trying to catch her breath as the throbbing of his erection slowly lost power.

  They’d been caught up in their appetite for lovemaking and unable to stop themselves, but Gloria’s mind returned to the problems they were facing now that it was over and she couldn’t help voicing her fears.

  “What are we going to do about Jack?” she asked quietly.

  Mark remained quiet for a short while before finally answering the question.

  “When he comes to the apartment, you tell him that he’s not getting one dime from me.”

  Gloria struggled out of his grip and rolled over to face him.

  “But if I do that …,” she said. “He’ll more than likely go through with his threat to tell Karen about us and the pregnancy.”

  “You let me worry about that,” Mark said.

  Gloria was about to protest, but he put a finger on her lips to keep her quiet.

  “You just tell Jack he’s getting nothing and let me worry about the consequences of it,” he went on.

  She let out a sigh and turned to face away from him again. Things were going wrong and she was the one to blame for letting her asshole ex-boyfriend find the pregnancy leaflets in her bag. She could have kicked herself for making such a stupid mistake, but it was too late to change anything now. All she could do was go through with what Mark was telling her and hope he knew what he was doing.

  Chapter 11

  “Candice Collins isn’t her real name.”

  “That doesn’t really surprise me to be honest,” Mark replied.

  He settled back in his seat and looked around his office. It was more than an hour since the darkness of evening began to surround him and he’d started to worry that he wasn’t going to hear anything. The man he hired that morning was a cunning, resourceful operator that he’d used before, but locating a girl with a name he already suspected was fake didn’t seem a particularly easy job and that was compounded by the fact that he needed her found that day.

  “Do you want to know her real name?” the man asked.

  “Not particularly,” Mark replied.

  “OK, we’ll stick with Candice Collins then. That’s her working name and you already told me you know her line of business, so that won’t come as a surprise to you.”

  “I need to see her tonight,” Mark said.

  “That shouldn’t be a problem for you,” the man replied. “She works out of a place called the Sunshine Boudoir down by the waterfront.”

  “Nice name,” Mark commented.

  “I’m sure there are plenty of men looking for the type of sunshine the place offers,” the man said and laughed. “This is a working night for the lady in question, so you shouldn’t have any trouble finding her.”

  “What’s the address?” Mark asked. He lifted a pen from his desk and wrote the details he was given before speaking again. “I’ll have the money transferred to your account later tonight.”

  “No rush Mr. Godfrey,” the man said. “I know you’re good for it and if there is anything else you need then just get in touch.”

  The line went dead and Mark returned the handset to the cradle before switching on a lamp. It shone light down on the piece of paper with the address and he got a New Orleans street map from the top drawer of his desk then opened it up at the index. The address he wanted was on the riverfront and he went to make a copy of the map before returning to his desk. He sat for a few minutes contemplating what he was about to do before eventually getting up and heading for the elevators. There were still a few people working, but the late hour meant that most of the employees were already gone.

  The elevator was empty when it arrived and went straight down to the lower parking level without any stops. He saw the roads were still busy as he exited the building, but he just concentrated on heading in the direction of his destination. The Sunshine Boudoir was in a part of the city he wasn’t familiar with and a few wrong turns got him consulting the photocopy of the street map. As he closed in on the place, he kept his eyes open for somewhere he could dump his car and found one when he approached a high-rise parking lot. The first couple of floors were packed, but th
ere were plenty of spaces available on the third and he parked and then made his way down to the street.

  A quick check of the map showed the way he needed to go and he set off at a brisk pace. Less than five minutes later he turned into the street he wanted and slowed his pace. He saw the gaudy neon sign for the Sunshine Boudoir on the opposite side of the street straight away and that suited him fine for his first pass of the place. He kept his eyes on the door, but saw no one going in or coming out so turned round to walk in the direction he just came from. A glance both ways showed no headlights in the darkness and it allowed him to cross the street. He made his way straight to the door and hesitated for only a second before opening it to walk inside. The gaze of the older woman sitting behind a desk came to him and a pleasant smile cross her face as he approached.

  “Welcome to the Sunshine Boudoir,” she said.

  “Thanks,” Mark replied and waited for the woman to go on.

  Her gaze ran down to his feet then up again and it was only when their eyes met that she went on speaking.

  “What do you like honey?” she asked. “We have every girl you could dream about, so whatever you ….”

  “I want Candice,” Mark cut in.

  The woman’s eyes narrowed as she studied him.

  “Have you been here before?” she went on. “I’m sure I would have remembered you.”

  “No,” Mark replied. “This is my first visit here.”

  “How do you know about Candice?”

  “A friend of mine was here a couple of weeks ago,” Mark lied. “He told me this was the place to visit in New Orleans and to make sure I asked for Candice when I got here.”

  The sound of the woman’s loud, throaty chuckle rang around the lobby area of the brothel before dying away.

  “She must have given him some real good loving by the sounds of it.”

  “That’s the picture he painted,” Mark told her. “Is she available?”

  “She’s with a customer,” the woman answered. “But don’t you worry about that. You can have your pick of my other fine girls and I promise you won’t have any complaints. They’ll treat you every bit as good as Candice would, so take a look through the pictures in this book and choose the girl you want.”

  Mark shook his head as he spoke.

  “I’ll wait for Candice.”

  “Suit yourself honey,” the woman said. “The way it works is you pay a thirty five dollar house fee up front. I’ll take you to the girl and once you’re in the room she will let you know her costs for the different services she offers. You can make a deal with her for what you want and pay her the money.”

  “OK,” Mark said and reached in his pocket for his wallet.

  He got out thirty five dollars and handed it over. The woman then pointed towards three rickety looking chairs.

  “Take a seat,” she told him. “The customer with Candice just arrived, so you might be in for a long wait.”

  Mark moved across to sit on one of the chairs and kept his gaze on the floor. The minutes ticked past slowly and he only looked up on a couple of occasions when other customers came through the door. They obviously weren’t as picky as him and selected a girl from the book straight away. After paying the house fee they were then led through a door at the other side of the lobby area from where he was sitting and the woman came back alone less than a minute later.

  Mark glanced at his watch when she returned after dealing with the second customer and saw that it was now twenty minutes since he arrived. It was another fifteen before a man came out of the door leading off the lobby area.

  “See you again,” the woman said.

  The man barely acknowledged the comment and simply made his way to the front door and left. The woman turned her attention to Mark.

  “You’re up next honey,” she said and he got to his feet, but the woman remained sitting. “Just give Candice a few minutes to get herself sorted,” she went on. “I’m sure you want her looking her best for you.”

  He nodded his head and sat down again. Another ten minutes passed slowly before the woman got up and walked around the desk. She motioned for him to follow, so he quickly rose to move after her. They went through the door to a hallway with rooms on either side of it and he heard the grunts of a man coming out of one they walked by. He guessed it was one of the customers he saw coming in.

  “You see how fine my girls will make you feel,” the woman commented and let out a lewd shriek of laughter.

  Mark ignored it and when they got to a set of steps at the end of the hallway they climbed them to the first floor. It was a similar layout and they were almost at the last door when they stopped.

  “This is you honey,” the woman said. “Have yourself some fun.”

  Mark watched as she walked off then reached for the door handle to turn it. He sucked in a deep breath before stepping inside, but found himself looking around an empty bedroom. The sound of running water came to him and he guessed there was an attached bathroom, so slammed the door shut to show that he was there.

  “I’m in the bathroom,” a female voice shouted. “I’ll be with you in a second. Just get yourself comfortable.”

  Mark moved across to sit on the large bed and looked around. The peeling paint, worn carpet and mismatched furniture gave the place a shabby, unkempt appearance that was slightly depressing. It certainly wasn’t a high class establishment, but he suspected that didn’t bother most of the customers that came in to use its services.

  His gaze went to the door in the corner of the room as it opened and he saw Candice holding a small compact in front of her face when she appeared. The fact that she was inspecting her face in the small mirror as she applied blusher meant she didn’t realize it was him and he found himself staring at her long, lithe legs. He remembered them from the short skirt she wore on the night they first met, but the skimpy lingerie she was now dressed in revealed a lot more of her pretty figure. There was no doubt that plenty of men would find her attractive and want to be with her, but he wasn’t one of them.

  “Hi Candice,” he said. “Long time no see.”

  She dropped her hand from in front of her face and a shocked expression crossed it when her gaze settled on him.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” she let out in a surprised voice.

  “Is that any way to greet an old friend,” he replied sarcastically. “And here I was thinking you would be glad to see me after we got on so well before.”

  “You better get out of here,” she told him and walked towards the bedroom door.

  “Do you want me to contact the police?” he asked.

  The words stopped her in her tracks and she spun around to stare at him.

  “You’ve got nothing on me to go to the police with,” she said in an apparent show of defiance.

  “If you say so,” he replied and paused to just stare at her for a few seconds before going on. “But if that’s the case then how do I know that you drugged the glass of whisky you gave me at the party. I’ve got the assurance of the person who saw you doing it that they’ll back me up and tell the police what they saw if I want them to.”

  “Jack,” Candice spat out.

  She was making the wrong assumption, but he wasn’t about to correct her. It suited him that she thought so and left Gloria out of the picture.

  “Look, I’m not here to make any trouble for you …,” Mark told her, “… as long as you do what I want.”

  She narrowed her eyes as she stared at him.

  “What makes you think I’ll do anything for you?” she said.

  “Are you not fucking listening to me,” Mark let out harshly. “I know what the set up was the night you tried to drug me and what you planned to do. If you fuck me about I’ll quite happily drop you in the shit with the authorities and put all my resources into making sure you end up behind bars.” He lowered his voice before going on. “On the other hand, if you do what I want I’ll make it worth your while. I get the impression you’re a g
irl that can be persuaded to help a man if there is money involved.”

  “How much?” she asked immediately.

  “For you,” Mark went on. “I’ll give you one thousand right now and another four if things work out like I want them to.”

  “Five thousand dollars,” Candice let out in an incredulous voice. “What exactly would I have to do to get that?”

  “Just pass on this message,” he told her.