Royally Flushed: Tech Billionaires

by Ainsley St Claire

  I then become inspired. I slather my lips in deep red lipstick, remove my breast from its covering, and snap a few pics of me licking my nipple. I hurt my neck doing it, but the pic itself is pretty sexy.

  Using the full-length mirror, I do a few coquettish poses that show off the entire outfit, just without my face. I snap a few pictures at different angles, and the one of me just standing there is immediately deleted. Too much hip.

  It takes some work, and I get a big headache as I take a picture of my ass split by the thong. I think he’ll love it.

  Climbing back in bed, I search through the pictures and pick a few, sending them off with a short message.

  Me: Missing you.

  As soon as I hit send, I become nervous. What if Jackson’s with someone and they show up? I trust him today, but aren’t sexy pictures what get women in trouble? You break up, and he posts the pictures as revenge porn. At least I cropped my head out of the photos.

  Not even a minute passes, and my phone pings.

  Jackson: This is what you do to me.

  It’s a short video of him stroking his cock. I shudder with excitement—was that a small orgasm? Holy fuck.

  Me: I wish I was there to take care of that for you.

  My phone rings.

  “Really? What would you do?”

  “So many options.” I breathe into the phone. “Are you touching yourself?”

  “Yes,” he pants.

  “Imagine me on my knees between your legs. I take your big, hard cock in my hand, and I suck your balls into my mouth and get them nice and wet. I caress them with my tongue, pulling them while I slowly stroke your hard cock.”

  “That feels so good.”

  “With my very wet tongue, I lick from the base of your cock to the tip from the underside. Licking and kissing. I lick the tip and taste your pre-cum. Mmmm, it tastes soooo good.”

  I touch myself. It isn’t because what I’m doing to Jackson turns me on—although it does. But what really turns me on are the pants and moans he makes while I describe what I want to do.

  “I swallow your cock. It’s so big that it’s hard to take in my mouth.”

  “Relax your jaw, baby. I want to send it down your throat,” he whispers into his phone.

  My fingers dip into my wetness, and I play with my nipples, pulling and twisting. “I’m going up and down and sucking your cock.”

  “Are you playing with yourself?” he asks.

  “I am. Can you hear how wet I am for you?”

  “Are your fingers wet?”

  “Yes,” I pant.

  “Taste it.”

  I put my fingers in my mouth and taste the musky moisture. I’m so amped. “I wish you were here and could lick my pussy.”

  Jackson groans. “I wish I was, too.” I can hear the rustling of him stroking himself. Not too fast and not too slow.

  “Are you thinking of me bent over the side of that couch in your office? Presenting my dripping pussy?”

  He chuckles. “You know me too well.”

  “Fuck me hard,” I pant, and my fingers strum my clit.

  His breathing becomes ragged. “You’re so tight.”

  “Oh, gawd. You’re so big.” I’m getting close. “What are your fantasies with me, Jackson?”

  He’s quiet, but I hear the slick sound of him sliding his hand up and down his rod.

  “Do you want to spank me?”

  “Yes,” he moans.

  “Do you want to withhold my pleasure?”

  “Never.” He groans hard into the phone and begins to breathe heavily. He’s climaxed. “I want to dip your body in chocolate and caramel and lick it all off. I want you to become as addicted to my cock as I am to your pussy.”

  “Tell me more,” I pant. I’m getting close, and I love hearing what Jackson wants to do.

  “What do you like that I do?”

  “I like it when you eat me out and finger-fuck me.” I’m thinking of it now and envisioning him with me.

  “How do you like to be fucked?” he rasps.

  “I like you to fuck me hard from behind and pull my hair.”

  “Can I spank you?” he begs.

  “Yes, please.”

  “I wish I was there to suck on your tits right now.”

  I imagine him licking and biting my nipples. My orgasm, which was slowly building, explodes. “Jaaaacksooooon,” I moan.

  I breathe hard into the phone. And I can hear him panting too.

  “Imagine me riding your cock, and it’s deep inside my slick channel. Feel my orgasm hit, and my body grabs your hard rod deep inside me like it’s a vice.”

  “Coooorrrriiiiiiiiine,” he moans.

  We’re both silent, catching our breath and enjoying the moment.

  “Thank you for that,” I say softly.

  “The pictures you sent are so beautiful. Thank you for sending them. I won’t lie; I’ll probably beat off to them later tonight.”

  I like that idea. “I appreciate the one you sent me, too. I might have to do the same.”

  “I wish I was there to show you in person.”

  “Me, too.”

  “I was thinking of joining Gabby and Damien this weekend. Would you mind?”

  “Gabby and Damien can’t come this weekend. They called during dinner and left a message. Gabby had a deadline moved up, and Damien wants to work his butt off on his new project, which is you. His bosses are impressed he has such a big-name client. Anyway, regardless, this is your house, and you’re welcome to come whenever you want.”

  “What I’d like to do is come inside you.”

  “That usually takes a significant commitment.”

  “Like a ring?”

  “No!” I respond. “Like a commitment to remaining monogamous. Like a commitment to not dating others. Stuff that really isn’t your style.”

  He becomes quiet.

  I know that’s asking a lot. I realize it’s something he’s probably not capable of. Why did I have to respond that way? Why didn’t I just tell him that would be great and not push an agenda? I know why. Because I can’t have my heart broken again.

  “I want that with you, Corrine. Without hesitation. I don’t want to date anyone else. I told you before, you don’t have a place right now, and I want you to move in with me. I’ve had blood work done, and I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone other than you in months.”

  “Really? No wonder women are climbing the walls to get to you. They want to take your second virginity.”

  He laughs hard and loud. “That’s exactly it. Too late, you already did it, and I’m now broken for all other women.”

  “Let’s not tell them so they can keep calling Ms. Day and driving her a little crazy.”

  “You’re bad. They don’t want me; they want my jet, company, cars, and bank accounts.”

  “Wait! You have a car that doesn’t have a driver?”

  “Oh, honey, it isn’t just a car, it’s a machine.”

  “You’re a machine,” I tease.

  “I own a Bugatti La Voiture Noire—the only one in North America.”

  “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were compensating for a small penis.”

  “But you do know better.”

  “Yes, I do.”

  “If I come this weekend, do I need to bring a box of condoms?”

  “After Bobby broke up with me, I went to the doctor and had them check me for everything. I’m clean.”

  “You let him go bareback, and you were questioning me?”

  “First, he didn’t go bareback, but I still had myself checked, and of course I questioned you. How many calls did you get on your call sheet today from women looking for a date?”

  “I don’t know.” He plays dumb.

  I cross my arms and tap a proverbial cyber toe at him. “Count them on your call log. I’ll wait.”

  “Ms. Day said there were eighteen,” he says sheepishly.

  “That’s what she told me as well.”

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nbsp; “I can’t wait to see you this weekend.” He tries to recover.

  “Six hours on a plane is a long time just to get some action,” I warn.

  “I’d travel six hundred hours to see you. We can have a late-night dinner with your boyfriends when I arrive,” he teases.

  “Plus, you can do a perimeter check with Brian and the boys,” I add. “Be prepared. The boys may want to understand your intentions. I heard them fighting over who was going to marry me. You’ve got some serious competition.”

  “I think I can make them understand,” he warns.

  “This is going to be so much fun.”

  “After I take you to places you’ve never been.”

  “Is that a threat or a promise?”

  “Definitely a threat and a promise.”

  Chapter 28

  Jackson

  It’s finally Friday, and I’ve been so excited to get on the plane and get to Maui. I want to lock Corrine in the master bedroom and never come out for three whole days. I think my cock has been at half-mast all week. I know the first thing I’m going to do is eat her beautiful pussy until she comes all over my tongue.

  I left after lunch with the expectation that I’d make it midafternoon, and of course, I was later than I wanted to be. We’re arriving at four thirty, and Brian is picking me up. We were flying into headwinds, so the flight took longer. I would pace if I could walk more than five steps in each direction.

  Finally, we land.

  I see the Range Rover pull up to the side of the plane, and my heart pounds when I see Corrine leaning up against the side of the car in a short dress, fuck-me heels, and sunglasses. Her ankles are crossed. My cock is fully awake. I debate asking her up to the plane for a quick fuck, but I’d rather worship her.

  I bound down the stairs. “There’s my beautiful girl.”

  She opens her arms, and I gather her up and spin her around. “Damn, you look even more beautiful than you did last week.”

  I step in and kiss her, hard and aggressive. It takes us a moment to let go of one another, but I know if I don’t, I’ll take her right here, and the Range Rover doesn’t have tinted windows or a partition. I do rub my hardness into her abdomen, and a slight pink crosses her chest.

  She still blushes, and I love it. “Let’s get you back to the estate,” I tell her.

  She turns, and Quint jumps into the vehicle and sits next to Brian.

  “I spoke with Gillian Reece from the Shangri-la this morning,” she says as we pull away. “She’s going to supply us with two dealers, and she, Jonathan Best, and his girlfriend, Maggie, will be joining them. We went through the list, and between the players, Jim Adelson and his team, and us, that’s over forty people.”

  “Over forty? Wow. How are we doing with rooms? I’m not willing to share ours.”

  “That’s not really my thing,” she assures me. “We have plenty of rooms.”

  “Even if Nate brings his family?” I ask.

  “If Nate brings his girls, we may have to shuffle a few things around, but we’ll make whatever he wants work,” she says.

  “When do you think everything will be done?”

  “The designer assures me she’ll have everything done a week before the last weekend I’m scheduled to be at the house.” Corrine is confident and I’m glad she’s taken over this project. “That’s close to Memorial Day weekend. Do we dare try to schedule for then? Even if it takes a few extra days, we should be fine.”

  I shrug. “Why not.”

  I send off a group chat to all the players.

  Me: Save the date. I’ll be hosting poker at the Halona Moana Estate on Maui over Memorial Day weekend. Please plan on joining me with a date/partner/spouse. Buy-in remains $5 million. Be prepared to be mocked if you can’t come.

  I turn to Corrine. “It looks like we have a big party coming to the estate in a few weeks.”

  She smiles, but all the color drains from her face. I can feel her pulse increase.

  “Don’t worry. Remember those mad organizational skills? You’re good. You may have to organize some day trips—maybe a flight or two to the Big Island to explore Kilauea and shopping trips into town or maybe Honolulu, and we can get them the name of tour boats for whale watching, fishing, and whatever else might be of interest.”

  She nods just as we pull onto the property. “Leilani has worked hard on dinner for everyone tonight,” she warns.

  I lean my head back in frustration. I’m going to have blue balls all night long. “I’m mad at myself for not getting out of the office sooner. Ms. Day is good with the phones, but less so with keeping me on schedule. She tells me she’s not my mother.”

  Corrine laughs. “I don’t think your mother kept you on schedule either.”

  I shake my head.

  We enter the house, and everyone is waiting for us. Two little boys come running up to Corrine and grab her hands to show her a LEGO building they’ve made. They completely ignore me. I meet everyone, and Leilani greets me with a lei from the plumeria tree in the front.

  “Mahalo,” I tell her.

  “You’re learning.” She smiles broadly.

  We make our way into the dining room, where she has set a feast.

  “This looks outstanding,” I tell her.

  We sit down, and the boys try to cockblock me by sitting on both sides of Corrine. The table erupts in laughter.

  “I warned you. You have some competition,” she says.

  I look over at Brian, who’s mortified, and his wife Melissa is laughing and trying to corral her children. When we finally get to sit down, I’m holding out Corrine’s chair, but she starts to get up.

  “What did you forget?” I ask in a low voice.

  “My panties,” she whispers in my ear.

  I look at her, and she’s smiling like the devil. She is the devil.

  I can hardly concentrate.

  “It looks like we’re going to have over forty people come for Memorial Day weekend, and some may spill over into the following week,” Corrine announces to the table. “What do we need to be ready for them?” She turns to Leilani first.

  “I’ll need the help of my two daughters all weekend,” Leilani says. “They can stay at my apartment. The designer has replaced the beds in all the island rooms, so we should be good there. Donnie, how are the water heaters?”

  “I think we need to talk about buying a few tankless water heaters,” he says. “They don’t require us to keep water in the tanks when they aren’t in use.”

  I nod. “My company makes a good model. It was an acquisition we made for the electronic components. How many would you need to replace all of them?”

  “I think six, but if you can point me to the website, I can look at capacity and then say for sure.”

  “What about the dorms?” Corrine asks. “We’ll be putting probably six to eight guys out there. Do you need new beds and linens?”

  Mr. Ono brightens. “That would be very much appreciated.”

  The rest of the dinner has the team excited and working toward the common goal of getting ready for a big party.

  After dinner, Corrine asks Leilani to join her and me in the library. I see her hand trembling.

  I smile at her, and it seems to put her more at ease. “Dinner was outstanding.”

  “Thank you. You’re easy to please.”

  “I don’t know about that.” She’s quiet as she sits down and arranges her muumuu.

  “Leilani, Corrine tells me you’re interested in the majordomo role here at the estate.”

  She sits up straight. “Yes, sir. I’ve worked at the estate since I was eighteen. I know it well. I know what it takes to make this place shine, and the staff here respects me.”

  “Would you be upset if Corrine were to work with you from the mainland to help with bills and to coordinate with you on making some of the bigger decisions?”

  She shakes her head and smiles. “Corrine is very easy to work with. She is cautious with your money and sometimes
understands that things happen that require kicking someone in the okole.”

  “What’s an okole?”

  “It’s ass in Hawaiian.” Corrine giggles.

  “She’s pretty good at that back at my office, too. I have to admit, we’re pretty lost without her.” I smile at Corrine.

  “I can see why. We’re grateful you’ve lent Corrine to us.”

  “I’m right here, and not invisible last I checked,” she says, and we all laugh.

  “Well, I think it’s settled then,” I tell Leilani.

  We make plans to discuss a few more details, and when Leilani leaves, I step in and kiss Corrine hard. My hands explore, and hot damn, the woman was telling me the truth. She’s not wearing any panties. She starts to giggle mid-kiss.

  “You’re very naughty.”

  “Maybe I should be punished?”

  “How many spankings does going out in public without your panties on deserve?”

  “I’m sure you’ll figure it out if you can catch me.”

  And before I know it, she’s running out the room and racing through the house to the master bedroom. I’m not even sure where I’m going. I follow the sound of her giggles.

  When I arrive at the master bedroom, she’s lying provocatively across the bed in a black see-through satin robe and a killer pair of stilettos. My cock is instantly aching.

  I stalk to the bed. “You’re in trouble now.”

  “I guess you’ll just have to show me.”

  ***

  I wake up hours before Corrine does. The staff has the morning off after a late night last night, so I wander to the kitchen to find Leilani making coffee. She looks at me sheepishly.

  “I had to buy a new coffee maker after your last visit, Mr. Graham.”

  “Oh, sorry. I don’t make my own coffee very often, and when I do, it tends to be single serve.”

  She smiles. “I trust you and Ms. Woods slept well?”

  “I think so.” I feel like I’m in trouble. “I want to marry her, but she’s been hurt. I’m trying to take it slow.”