by Krista Lakes
She could see why his fantasy was to have someone to take control. She watched the waitress and saw the same tired face she knew she must wear most nights and felt a surge of gratitude flood through her for this opportunity. It was strange being served instead of doing the serving. She had to stop herself from tidying the dishes and arranging the silverware.
"I’m sure if I asked, they would give you a job," he remarked after she stacked the soup bowls and brushed the cracker crumbs from the tablecloth. She blushed and they had an animated conversation about the restaurant business. When she tried to get him to talk about his work, he told her it was far too boring. Something in the tone of his voice made her drop it and change the subject.
They continued to talk for a while after dessert, an amazing raspberry scented flour-less chocolate cake with crème anglicize and raspberry coulis. It was the most delicious thing she had ever eaten. She felt like a princess. He had finished his dessert and was reaching for his wallet to pay the bill. She reached her hand out and stopped the motion.
"I am not done yet." She used the same voice he used with the waitress to show his superiority. He halted, and slowly returned his wallet to his pocket. She ordered a cappuccino and took her time, savoring the flavor and letting him wait for her to finish. The discussion shifted to multiple topics and when she was ready, continued out the door and on the ride home. She felt her dominating demeanor melting away, but she knew that she needed to still be in charge when they got back to his house.
Chapter 8
When they returned home, he opened her car door for her. By now, she was practically giddy with the thought of him making love to her, so when he leaned in for a kiss, she was eager and ready. They kissed passionately before he broke away and led her inside by the hand. They walked straight up to the bedroom, her heels slowing her down, making the wait a little longer than she thought she could stand. When they finally got in the room, his hands were on her in a flash. They kissed again, and then he broke away from her. "Have I pleased you?"
She knew this was an important question to him, so she backed away and pretended to think about it. "You have pleased me more than any other man ever has. I'm beginning to think your reputation as a competent businessman might cross over to a reputation as a gentleman."
He smiled and began to get closer. "BUT," she said with the sternest voice she could muster, and it stopped him in his tracks. "There's one more thing you have to do to please me."
"Anything, Tracy. Please, just say the word and it'll be done. I want this so badly."
She whispered in his ear. "Fuck me like I've never been fucked before. Make me come so many times that I lose count, and then come inside of me. That will please me."
She heard him growl with lust, and he placed his hands on her ass and lifted, his muscular arms carrying her to the bed. He pulled off his tuxedo jacket, and started to unbutton the shirt. He loosened his tie.
"Keep the tie on," Tracy commanded, and he smiled and did what he was told, keeping his dress shirt on but unbuttoned. He unbuttoned his pants too, but then decided he couldn't wait any longer and got on the bed. He covered Tracy, kissing her mouth, her chin, her neck, down to her shoulder. He pulled at her shoulder strap, sliding it down to her arm. She let go, surrendering herself to his desires.
She knew he wasn't being very careful with her dress, but she also knew that she could get him to buy her a hundred more. His animal lust was tearing through him, and she was no longer able to control her own desires. He slipped both of her arms out of her dress and pulled it down to reveal her breasts. He devoured them, licking and biting at each nipple in turn, and she was getting incredibly wet. When she'd had enough, she pulled on his tie, letting him know who was still in charge.
"Take off my shoes, and I'll let you kiss up my legs," she said, in command once again. She let go of the tie, and he moved to the edge of the bed. She hung her feet off the bed, and he gently removed the straps. He kissed her feet, sucking on each toe, before licking her legs all the way up.
He pulled her dress up past her hips, so that it was scrunched up around her belly. She spread her legs, and he instantly dove in for her sopping wet opening. He began his furious licking and she felt her orgasm rising within her almost immediately, the desire she had felt since last night building within her. She pinched her nipples, and bit her lip, as a rush of pleasure passed through her.
Mr. Hayes moaned as she bucked her hips, thrashing with the intensity of the orgasm. His tongue moved like a snake's, in and out of his mouth, and the orgasm lasted long enough to make her sweat. She looked down at him, and his eyes were looking at her expectantly. She sat up, and pulled him in for a kiss. Same as last time, she tasted her own sweet cum, and it turned her on even more.
"Stand up," she demanded, and he was up in a flash. Tracy pulled his pants down, and then his boxers. He stepped out of his shoes and the pile of clothes around his ankles, while Tracy marveled at his cock once again. She began to stroke it while it hardened, quickly growing to it's full length. She looked up at him as she licked the bottom of it, and he ran his fingers through her hair.
When she took him in her mouth, he moaned a little. She sucked on him for a few moments, before pulling away and saying, "Get on the bed." He immediately sat, then lay down on the bed. Tracy positioned herself over him, so that they were in the 69 position. He eagerly went to town on her clit, and she followed suit, her tongue circling his shaft and caressing him with her mouth. Mr. Hayes’ hands were around Tracy's ass, and soon one of them had a thumb inside her slit, loosening her up gently. The pleasure was too much for Tracy to stand any longer. This is it, she thought to herself.
She got off of him and turned around, positioning herself over his cock. It brushed against her pussy, and she almost let it enter, but waited. "Do you want this?" she asked. He nodded. She grabbed his tie, and again asked, as loudly as she could, "Do you want this?"
"Yes, oh god, yes, Tracy. I've never wanted anything more in my life," he whimpered.
Her mind flashed back to the first dream she had had of his. "Then I think you deserve at least a taste," she said, as she let him enter her. They both gasped together, and Mr. Hayes' hands were on her ass in a heartbeat. He felt so huge inside her, better than she had imagined. Every stroke filled her with longing for more, each thrust made the yearning inside deeper. He pounded into her pussy, and Tracy began to scream with pleasure.
He moved his hands up to her back, holding her against him as he thrust again and again. He was hitting the perfect spot, and she knew just how to make herself orgasm. She wrestled herself from his grasp, and thrust her tits into his face. He eagerly lapped at her nipples, grabbing both tits and pushing them together.
She pulled on his tie, and he continued to plow her without mercy. Almost there, she thought as she could feel the fluids rushing within her. All of a sudden, he ran one of his hands up her back, his nails sending shivers up her spine. That's it, she thought, as her eyes rolled back into her head. She contracted on his cock, and she could feel the waves of her orgasm crashing through her body as a gush of fluid splashed onto his cock. She collapsed into him a little, as he plunged into her with renewed vigor. When she regained her senses, she kissed him again.
She got up, no small feat after the mind-blowing orgasm she had just had. When she got to the edge of the bed, she grabbed Mr. Hayes' tie and dragged him behind her to the wall. When she put her hands on the wall and got on her tip-toes, Mr. Hayes crouched down a little, and his rod found the hole it was designed to go in. Tracy reached back and grabbed Mr. Hayes' tie, and pulled him in closer. He kissed her back while pushing her against the wall, and soon she was smashed against it, screaming as Mr. Hayes continued to push in and out of her.
When she felt like her legs could no longer support her, she pushed him to the bed. "Sit here," she commanded. He watched as she shook that ass in front of him, giving a dance that you'd normally have to go to a strip club to see. She backed up and put her hand
s on his knees, continuing to dance, her tight pussy just inches from his wet cock.
She bent over a little, and felt his hands go to her ass. She slowly lowered herself onto him, giving him a great view of his dick penetrating her. She moved like she was in an exercise video, up and down, doing squats, filling herself with his cock while he moaned and groaned behind her. She started to play with her tits, and knew what she wanted next.
When her calves and thighs were on fire from the effort, she pulled Mr. Hayes up from the bed by his tie. She kissed at him hungrily as his hands ran all over her body, his cock rubbing against her legs. This time, she lay down, and pulled him onto her.
"Fuck me, Mr. Hayes, and come deep inside me," she ordered. He entered her, and she could feel his cock filling her completely. Soon she had her hands behind him, scratching his back, digging his nails into her. She didn't even care if she drew blood.
"Fuck me harder," she cried. "Harder!" He did as he was told, until sweat was dripping off of him and onto her. "HARDER! Come in me! I want it!" she screamed, and she could hear him start to make a guttural grunt. He was fucking her so hard that the headboard was slamming into the wall, a rhythmic knocking that was in time with her waves of pleasure. Soon, his rhythm slowed down, becoming erratic, as he continued his grunt. The grunt turned into an animal roar, as he pumped streams of white semen into her body.
She cried out with pleasure, feeling his fluids mixing with hers. He continued to pump, as she grabbed his tie again. "Every last drop," she ordered. "Fuck me until you can't fuck any longer." He did as he was told, and when she felt his cock begin to soften, she pulled him in, letting him stay within her for a few minutes. The two of them breathed heavily, their sweat mingling, and he softly kissed her shoulder. She felt she could die of contentment.
When he finally pulled out, she went to the bathroom while he still lay there wrapped in satisfaction. She jumped in the shower, and in a minute or so Mr. Hayes joined her. She set the water on the digital display and turned on the steam function, reveling in the luxury. They smiled and wordlessly washed each other.
The warm water felt amazing on her skin as he rubbed soap between his hands and down her back. She leaned into his hands as he worked the lather across her skin, gently exploring her body. She rinsed in the hot water and returned the soapy favor. He grabbed a big fluffy towel and dried her back before grabbing one himself. She watched as he dried his hair, some water droplets still hanging to his abs and chest. She reached out with her towel and dried them off, her hand brushing his skin. A tingle of electricity passed through her, but she could feel sleep pulling at her too hard. Maybe in the morning…
They stumbled back to the bed and snuggled into each other. Tracy turned to him and whispered, "In case you were wondering, I am still not one of your whores. You will need to please me like this every time we go out, and I will still have things for you to do for me from time to time. I will not be easy, but I will be worth it."
He smiled, already half asleep. "I wouldn't have it any other way." Soon he’d drifted off to sleep, his arms wrapped protectively around her.
Tracy reflected on the events that had led her to the billionaire's bed. She touched the scar on her forehead, knowing that the accident had truly saved her life when it could have killed her. She knew that she was happy here with Mr. Hayes, and she hoped it would stay that way. She wondered if her ability to read dreams would work on others; the idea of pleasing and enjoying other men like this sparking an ember of desire in her.
She wondered if she’d have more dreams from Mr. Hayes. This new power was something she was going to enjoy exploring and testing. She nestled deeper into his arms, drifting into sleep, and, for the first time in weeks, dreamed her own dreams.
Intermission One
A new apartment. A new car. No need to go to her job. Spending money and no bills.
Being the girlfriend of a billionaire wasn't a bad thing at all. Tracy had often laughed at the women Mr. Hayes had brought into the restaurant, knowing that they were only after his money. She had thought them shallow and stupid.
Only now, she could see why they wanted him so badly. The extravagant life was far better than she had imagined. Just the simple things, like not having to worry if buying an extra can of green beans was going to cause overdraft fees, was intoxicating.
Not to mention the sex. It was amazing. Being able to see into Mr. Hayes' dreams gave her insight into what he really wanted- what he truly desired. It was empowering and more fun than she could have imagined to be able to give a man like him exactly what he wanted. She often found that it gave her more pleasure than she ever thought possible.
Three months, and things were still better than they'd ever been. The dates, the gifts, the sex- it was all fantastic. Not to mention that she really did find Mr. Hayes' company enjoyable. She found herself actually looking forward to their quiet evenings together over a shared meal. She'd think of their discussions and actively looked for things that she knew would interest him to talk about.
She did feel slightly guilty about “using” Mr. Hayes. She enjoyed him for more than just his money, but he had fallen hard for her, but she wasn't nearly as in love with him as he was with her. With his good looks and earnest desire to please Tracy in every way, it was hard not to have feelings for him. But, it wasn't love. At least not yet.
Life, for the first time in a very, very long time, was good.
But nothing this good lasts forever…
Chapter 9
"No, sir. I don't think you should bring her," James said, pinching the bridge of his nose as if he had a headache. "We've got a couple of your biggest investors who would make perfect dates for you."
"Is there a single one of them who’s less than twenty years older than me?,” Paul Hayes asked. "No. Is there a single one of them good looking enough to make a good tabloid picture? No."
He held his arm out as the tailor measured him. He’d had his measurements taken many times before, but when ordering a custom suit, there was no reason not to be thorough. If a suit made the man, then it was important for a billionaire to have the perfect suit.
"Look, sir, I'm thrilled that you’re finally pursuing a relationship with a single woman. I'm even happy with your choice of woman,” Jame replied. Tracy wasn't convinced of his sincerity. “However, this event requires that you bring a woman of high standing, and Ms. Collins simply doesn't fill that role. No offense, ma'am."
Oh, Tracy thought, so he can see me over here in the boss' chair. At this point, Tracy was used to being talked about like this in front of her. It still didn't make her feel any better, though. Just because she was a former waitress didn't mean she wasn't just as good as anyone else.
"I don't think having me around is going to hurt Mr. Hayes' image too much. We've had our pictures taken together before, and I'm by far not the lowest class woman he's ever been seen with," she said, remembering all the bimbos who had walked into the restaurant with him.
"Again, no offense, ma'am, but this isn't just any night out on the town. This is the Ronald Hayes Cancer Research Charity Ball, and there's more at stake here than just Mr. Hayes' personal image." James took a look up and down Tracy's legs before focusing again. "Believe me, I would love nothing more than to see you dressed up and on Mr. Hayes' arm, but this is about more than our personal wants. This is about the company.”
Tracy snorted. In her dreams, she had seen exactly how James wanted to see her dressed, and it wasn't in formal wear. It wasn't very empowering, either. Sometimes, the power was a curse, she thought.
Mr. Hayes turned to look at James, and the tailor dutifully turned with him, silently and obediently measuring away. "I don't care what you or anyone else thinks about Tracy. I seriously don't care. I will not be going to a charity ball in honor of my father with some sixty-five-year-old heiress who smells like old money."
James continued, undeterred. "I have another option, then. The company's biggest investor, John Tice, will be there.
Escorting his daughter around would be a great move for both the company and for your own image."
Tracy would have to be blind not to notice the way Mr. Hayes perked up. "Jenna?"
"Yes, Jenna.” James stopped rubbing the bridge of his nose and actually smiled. “She's recently graduated college with a degree in business and is looking for employment. Rumor has it she's not interested in working for her father's company at all. She could be an asset. Her family and yours working together are quite powerful.”
What was this? Tracy thought. This sounded like the Dark Ages, like the king of Spain should marry the princess of France to secure a treaty. This didn't sound like something that should happen at all.
Mr. Hayes shook his head again, as if shaking the thought of Jenna from his head. "I'll keep it in mind, James. In the meantime, I'd like you to schedule Ms. Collins some time for a dress fitting. We'll need her looking her best for the gala," Mr. Hayes said, looking over at her.
Tracy liked the way Mr. Hayes looked at her. His eyes seemed to glow with passion whenever he glanced her way. She liked how he looked too. For his fitting, he had stripped down to his briefs and undershirt. Tracy could clearly see the way how muscular his legs were, and she thought, with lust, of how those muscles ran into a v-shape at his loins...
"Do you want that dress fitting done tonight?" James asked. He was back to rubbing at his forehead again.
"No," Mr. Hayes said, a devilish grin crossing his face as he looked at Tracy staring at him. "I have other plans for today. Make it a couple days from now."
"Yes, sir," James said, and left the room. Soon afterward, the tailor finished as well. Mr. Hayes watched as he left the room, then strode over to Tracy and kissed her. She smiled and returned the kiss.