Three under the Mistletoe: A Christmas Menage Romance (Christmas Billionaire Menage Series Book 1)

by Tia Siren

  “Turn over,” he commanded, and Danielle did so.

  “Are you used to getting what you want?” the black woman breathed, and she heard the man laugh as she lifted herself up on her elbows and knees.

  His strong hands found her round ass, squeezing onto her cheeks almost painfully. The bulbous head of his cock pushed against her wet slit, and then he shoved his hips forward, and he was inside her once more.

  He pulled one hand away from her ass, and then sent it down swiftly, slapping onto her skin and causing her to yell out. He slapped her ass again, and then he was grunting, gripping her by the hips and pulling her roughly backwards as he shoved forward and came. His cock jumped in her tight snatch, and his semen filled her pussy.

  He collapsed on top of her, panting. Their bodies were covered in a light sheen of sweat. He kissed her, and then pulled his still hard cock out of her and rolled over to lie next to her.

  “That was amazing,” he said.

  Danielle grinned.“I agree.”

  He looked to her and laughed. Then the laugh faded and he propped himself up on his elbow.

  “So about marrying me,” he said.

  3

  Danielle had almost forgotten about Ray asking her to marry him. But here he was, doing it again.

  “I don’t know you,” she said.

  “You know me better now,” Ray cracked. She couldn’t help but laugh, and she glanced down to see his cock, shining with her juices, throbbing in the pale light from the moon. He was in between hard and normal, and it still looked absolutely massive.

  “I do know you better. But you’re not really being serious, are you?”

  Ray sighed, and he nodded his head. “Look, I’m going to lay it all out there. My father and I don’t get along. I didn’t go to college, it pissed him off. I’m not too interested in taking over the family business, it pissed him off.”

  Danielle wondered how someone took over the family business when the business was investing money into films, but she didn’t say anything, and Ray went on. “Long story short, is he thinks I need to do something with my life. I’ve never had a serious girlfriend, and this is what he’s digging into. He wants me to get married. He thinks if I marry, it will make me figure out what else I want out of life.”

  “So you want to marry me?” Danielle asked, confused?

  “To put it bluntly, my father is old-fashioned. That’s a polite way of saying if I marry a black woman, he’ll lose his mind.”

  Danielle couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She sat up, and then quickly got out of the bed. “What’s a polite way to tell you to fuck off?” she asked, bending and grabbing her panties and pulling them on.

  “I’ll pay you a million dollars. Marry me. Six months. We can get divorced after, and I’ll give you a million dollars. I don’t want to be married, but if it keeps my father from cutting me off, I can work with it. In six months, that’s long enough to seem like I made an effort, and I can go back to partying, and you can come back here, a million dollars richer. You go to school?”

  Danielle nodded. She put her bra back on, and then looked to the man.

  “It’s expensive, right?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “So take a million dollars. Live with me for half a year. It will be like a vacation. Take a semester off, then come back and do your thing, with a little bit of money.”

  “A million dollars isn’t a little bit of money,” Danielle said.

  “Think about it,” Ray said. “But don’t take too long. Vegas is the perfect place to tie the knot, don’t you think?

  4

  Two days after Ray had fucked Danielle, she was standing inside a small white chapel, and a man dressed like Elvis was reading vows. She had struggled to come to a decision, but ultimately the money wasn’t something she could pass up, and she knew Ray was good for it.

  It only took ten minutes, and then she was married. Mrs. Danielle Ferris. One of Ray’s friends was there to witness it, but when they left he got in his own car and drove off, and Danielle climbed into the passenger seat of Ray’s car. It was as black as tar and freshly shined, and the young rich white man made the engine roar as they raced back to his hotel. The penthouse suite was empty and clean, and they sat on the couch awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what to say.

  “I could write you the check now,” Ray said. “If you promise to stay for six months. You can put it in the bank later today, grow some interest on it.”

  “Alright,” Danielle said. Speaking of their arrangement made her feel strange, and almost a little dirty. It didn’t seem right, but she wasn’t in a position to turn down a million dollars. Ray got up and wrote her a check, and then she slid it into her purse. She was wearing a white sundress, thin and short. He wore a button-up shirt and a tie, both purple. He looked quite handsome, and Danielle found herself thinking about the sweaty and exhilarating sex they had two nights before.

  “Do you want a drink?” Ray asked, and she laughed.

  “God yes,” she said.

  He poured her one, and then made one for himself, and they sat together again.

  “I should get to know you,” Ray said.

  “Okay,” Danielle said.

  “Then let’s play a game,” he said. “I’ll ask you a question, and if it’s to personal for you to answer truthfully, you have to remove an article of clothing. I’ll do the same.”

  “That’s not fair, I only have the dress and panties on,” Danielle laughed.

  “Hey, those sandals count too. That’s two more things.”

  “Alright then.”

  “I’ll go first,” Ray said. “Do you have any siblings?”

  Danielle shook her head. “Nope.”

  “Okay, you ask.”

  “Ever had your heart broken?”

  “Yes. Have you ever had a threesome?”

  Danielle laughed. “No.” She looked to Ray. “Who broke your heart?”

  He grinned after a moment, and then took his tie off. The game wore on, and after an hour she was naked, sitting on the couch. She hadn’t answered a question about her father, nor one about a friend of hers who had died, and then she was barefoot. Ray asked another question about her dad, and she lost the dress. He was in nothing but his underwear, a bulge evident at his crotch when he asked her his last question. “Does it annoy you that you want me to fuck you again?”

  Danielle had smiled seductively at the man and slid out of her panties. He took her on the couch.

  5

  Within a couple of days of her sudden and abrupt wedding, Danielle had pulled out of school for at least a semester and had quit her weekend job. She had packed up her meager collection of belongings from her dorm and then shoved the couple of boxes into his tiny black sports car and rode with him to California.

  It was awkward being around Ray, and he seemed to feel it too. The whole thing was insane, and Danielle wasn’t quite sure she had even registered it yet. It was some abstract thing that was happening, marrying a man, moving in with him, all for a million dollars, and all to make his father angry.

  That part still made her mad, and she wasn’t looking forward to meeting Ray’s father. If he would have a problem with his son marrying a black woman, he wasn’t the kind of man she wanted to know.

  It was a drive that took almost four hours, and Ray and Danielle didn’t speak much. When they reached Ray’s neighborhood, she had fun gawking at all of the mansions, but nothing could prepare her for her new husband’s home.

  He had to stop in front of a gate just off of a quiet street with a lot of privacy hedges and fences. He leaned out through the window and typed in a code on a small pad that sat on an iron pole next to the driveway. When he was done, there was a mechanical squeal, and the gate swung inward, and he drove through.

  The gate closed behind them, and the driveway turned to the right. The house was hidden from view by a grove of sorts made up of palm trees, but when they turned again it was revealed, and Danielle fel
t her mouth fall open in shock. She would be living there for six months, and it was the most amazing house she had ever seen.

  The home was huge, three stories and as long as the white house, or, at least, it seemed that way to Danielle. It was a cream color, with darker columns in the front and a short but wide set of stairs which led to the double front doors. Ray pulled the car in front of the home and grinned over to her.

  “Welcome home,” he said.

  He carried her boxes in, piling them atop one another in his arms, and then he gave her a tour.

  There were more rooms than she could keep track of, but she was particularly taken by the backyard, a large chunk of which was given over to an infinity pool, where one side seemed as though it was missing, and a small waterfall fell over that, pooling ten feet down the side of the hill on which the house sat.

  “I’ve got to go swimming,” she said, and Ray laughed.

  “By all means,” he said, and she hurried to change into her swimsuit.

  The first day was spent in the pool, and they even had dinner out there, Ray grilling steaks by the pool while she watched him from the water.

  Danielle had conflicting thoughts on the man. The sex had been wonderful, both times, and he was friendly and seemed to really be into her. On the other hand, he had paid her a million dollars to marry him for half a year, so he could make his apparently racist dad angry. She didn’t know how to describe that in any other way than gross.

  The next day was one that Danielle was dreading. Ray was going to take her over to his parents home and drop the bombshell news of their marriage to them. She had promised she would never speak to anyone about his proposition, and she intended to keep that promise.

  Ray’s parents lived just ten minutes away, in a house which was somehow bigger than his own home was. Danielle had learned that Ray usually had a few friends who lived with him off and on, an entourage of sorts, but he had made it clear to them that he was a married man now, and he and his new wife would need the whole home to themselves. The young woman wondered if it was possible that they would ever need that many rooms for themselves, and found herself wondering the same thing as she stepped into Ray’s parent’s home. She was sure they must rent out fifty or so rooms, that it made no sense for them to live there alone, but she knew that they did. Although, as she stepped inside after her new husband did, she was greeted by a maid, and she had a moment to wonder if the help lived in the house. She realized she didn’t know anything about how the wealthiest people in America lived, and she had a million questions.

  Ray and Danielle made their way into a massive living room and sat on a couch. The maid had told Ray that his father was wrapping up a business call, and his mother was out at a tennis lesson. The fact that Ray’s father had his maid greet his own son made Danielle feel bad for Ray. It was as if he was treating him like some sort of employee instead of a son, but if Ray felt bad he was careful not to show it on his face. He smiled when Danielle caught his eye, and he reached over and took her hand.

  “Nervous?” he asked, and Danielle nodded. There was no point in lying.

  It took ten minutes before Ray’s dad arrived. He was shorter than his son and had a bit of a gut. His hair was gray but thick, and he wore trendy glasses with a small frame.

  “Who is this?” he said after shaking his son's hand. Danielle thought of her mother since her father had died before she was born. They always hugged, whether Danielle was gone for months at school, or half an hour down at the grocery store. Ray and his father didn’t have that sort of relationship; that much would have been clear to anyone.

  “This is Danielle,” Ray said, and his father shook her hand. If he disliked black people, he didn’t show it in his face, and his smile was warm as he shook her hand. And then Ray went on. “My wife.”

  Ray’s father pulled his hand away from Danielle’s and spun on his son.

  “This is my father, David Ferris,” Ray went on, as though he hadn’t anticipated David’s reaction.

  “Your wife?” David asked. “Are you out of your mind?”

  “You seemed to want that for me,” Ray asked, laying it on thick. They were near Hollywood after all, so his acting was more than appropriate.

  “May I speak to you in the other room please?”

  “Which one dad?” Ray said with a grin, raising his hands. They had plenty to pick from. David didn’t find his son’s antics funny, and he turned and stalked out of the living room. “I’ll be right back honey,” Ray said to Danielle, before following his father out.

  Danielle stood awkwardly near the couch. She wasn’t sure where Ray and his father had gone, but she could hear them though their words were muffled and not clear. Still she heard David say the words black, kidding me, and use your brain, with a lot of other angry words in between. Ray was either silent or speaking in a normal tone because she couldn’t make out any of his words.

  After ten minutes, Ray returned and smiled. “Okay, that’s done. Dinner is cancelled, I’m afraid. We can go out tonight if you want.”

  Danielle nodded and then waited until they were in Ray’s car and heading down the long driveway before she asked what she wanted to.

  “What did he say?”

  “He told me you were after my money. Well, his money I guess.”

  “He’s not concerned that I’m black?”

  Ray laughed. “He brought it up, but surprisingly he wasn’t as racist as I thought he would be about it.”

  Danielle laughed. She couldn’t help herself. Somehow the absolute absurdity of her situation presented itself, suddenly, like a tiger springing onto an unsuspecting deer from the forest brush.

  “What’s so funny?” Ray asked as he pulled onto the road.

  “Everything,” Danielle said. And then the rich man began to laugh too.

  That evening they went to a restaurant so expensive that they didn’t even bother putting the prices on the menus. If you had to ask how much anything there cost, you couldn’t afford it. Over dinner, Ray was very open, and Danielle took advantage of it. He discussed his childhood, growing up in that lifestyle, with the wealth, but a busy father who had little time for him. He discussed his future, and how he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do, and how he didn’t feel great about living off of his father’s wealth, but that the shame of doing so wasn’t enough to make him stop.

  “So isn’t he going to cut you off?” Danielle asked as she sipped a wine that was older than anything she owned, a true classic vintage with an intense but pleasurable taste.

  “No. He told me I had to get married, I had to start living a life that wasn’t just partying, and that’s what I’m doing. I told him I loved you. I’ll be upset in six months when it all falls apart, and maybe he’ll turn into a human being and feel bad for me, and I can get a few more years off of him.”

  Danielle was surprised to hear her husband speak so bluntly. He seemed very self-aware, and he seemed sad inside, but he hid it behind his lavish lifestyle.

  “So you have to want to do something,” Danielle pressed.

  Ray sighed. “I have one thing,” he said.

  “What?”

  “I want to write.”

  “Write? Poetry? Movies?”

  “A novel. But my dad… I don’t know… he just throws money at creative people. He doesn’t respect them, he doesn’t think I have that in me. Writers are just people he forces to write a script the way he thinks it will sell. I have this idea… it’s a book, a real novel with complex… well, everything. But it’s stupid.”

  Danielle reached across the table and placed her hand on top of Ray’s. “It’s not stupid,” she said with a smile.

  “You’re the best wife I’ve ever had,” Ray joked, and they both laughed.

  6

  Two months passed, and Danielle was further exposed to a world she could barely comprehend. Ray had a personal chef who he could call up and have over at a moments notice, and once a week a crew of women came through and cleaned the
massive house. He had more cars than she had pairs of shoes, which had been her one weakness throughout her life, even if being a broke college student meant she didn’t buy as many as she wanted.

  They did nothing, and it was exactly what Danielle had needed, after years of intense study at school. She lounged in the pool, she lounged in the massive home theater watching movies with Ray, and she lounged in bed late at night after they had sex. They never made love, not those first two months. It was always fucking, and they did it often. Danielle was glad she was on birth control because it meant the rich young white man could take her whenever he wanted. And he wanted to a lot.

  She would be brushing her teeth in the morning, and he would step out of the shower with a raging hard on, and without a word he was behind her, pressing his cock against her ass cheeks, clad in just her panties. She would turn to kiss him, but he would force her down to her knees, and with frothy toothpaste at the corner of her mouth she would blow him, until he came, spraying thick strands of cum across her face. Then with his semen drying across her nose and chin she would perch her ass on the edge of the sink, and he knelt down, repaying the oral favor.

  Or she would be in the pool, and then he was there, sliding inside of her in the cool water. Or he was bending her over the foot of the bed, or she was riding him in the back of one of his cars, or a million other positions.

  Through all of this, Danielle began to fall for the man. He was caring. Sweet. Hurt. She saw how growing up with his father had affected Ray. It afforded him an amazing lifestyle, but he was missing something, some affection he had needed his whole life. Over two months Ray and Danielle only saw his father once, but his mother came a few times, visiting at Ray’s house each time.

  One night they lay in bed, talking as a fat silver moon rose above the mansion, sitting like a bright bulb in the middle of the black sky, with a million pinpricks of light surrounding it. They both had been sleeping nude, and they were lying next to one another under a thin silk sheet. Danielle reached over and ran her fingertip along Ray’s abs. He looked to her and smiled in the darkness.