A Bona Fide Gold Digger

by Allison Hobbs

  “Riding the subway was interesting. If it pleases my mistress,” he said sincerely, “I’ll repeat the humbling travel arrangement tomorrow.”

  Milan snorted. “Whether or not you travel on public transportation depends on you. I gather you’ve reviewed your behavior and have learned a valuable lesson.”

  “I have, mistress. I will never again hesitate when you command me to do something. Unquestioningly, I will obey you.” His worshipful eyes were damp with earnest tears.

  Disrespectfully, Milan smacked his face with the pile of legal papers. The sound echoed. “Your words don’t impress me,” she snarled.

  The billionaire flinched, and then cowered awkwardly when she threateningly raised the papers again. “Do you fear me?” she hissed.

  “Yes,” he told her, his voice an annoying whine.

  “Good, now sign the last page of this legal document.”

  Groping inside a concealed pocket of his Armani jacket, he searched for a pen.

  Seconds later, Milan gazed happily at his scrawled signature. “Now, sign this!” She presented another form to him. “Do you agree that you’re unworthy of having a chauffeured automobile?”

  “I agree wholeheartedly, mistress,” he said, exuberantly pressing the tip of the pen against the paper.

  “Do you regret relinquishing your car and your driver to me?” Milan directed a triumphant glance at the rearview mirror where she locked eyes with the chauffeur.

  “No. I have no regrets, mistress. I’m honored to bestow you with this car and my driver. It’s my duty as your slave to make your life one of leisure, to indulge your every whim.”

  Using both hands, she gave her lap several audible pats, queuing Maxwell to kneel before her in the spacious accommodations in the rear of the car. She hitched up her dress and parted her legs. “You’ve pleased me, slave. You may eat.”

  With his head bowed reverently, he whispered, “Thank you, mistress.” With long and fervent strokes, he licked her labia exactly the way she’d taught him. When her brown thighs clamped firmly against his pale cheeks, he was trained to extend his tongue and enter her. Milan moaned softly as his tongue slid in and out of her vagina. Her eyelids fluttered open and she found herself looking into the hungry dark eyes of the handsome driver.

  Milan winked at the driver, sending him a silent message that the services of his stiffened dick would be required immediately after they dropped Maxwell off at the gate of his palatial mansion—a sprawling stone structure that Milan also intended to acquire in due time.

  A week later, swathed in black silk, her face concealed by tinted sunglasses, Milan was escorted to the board room by a gaggle of attorneys as well as Maxwell Torrance, whose reputation as a ferocious businessman preceded him.

  It had been a hostile takeover. Shareholders had been duped into selling their shares and the board was now comprised mainly of members that the attorneys had put in place, with only three of the former board members remaining.

  Assuming Maxwell Torrance to be the new owner of Pure Paradise, the members of the board all directed head nods and glowing smiles in his direction. The chairperson, Dr. Kayla Pauley, stood respectfully and wore a warm, extra wide smile. However, when Milan Walden removed her shades, Dr. Pauley’s smile converted to a jittery contortion and then a full-scale grimace.

  Milan took the empty seat at the head of the conference table. Maxwell Torrance took a seat facing her at the far end of the table.

  Dr. Pauley, seated next to Milan, gawked at the young black woman and then swung her neck in the opposite direction and stared questioningly at Maxwell Torrance. Her confused eyes, mixed with a hint of hostility, implored Milan to state her business. “What are you doing here, Milan? Uh, I believe you’re sitting in Mr. Torrance’s chair,” Dr. Pauley said nervously. “Are you Mr. Torrance’s assistant?”

  “Ms. Walden is the new owner of Pure Paradise,” one of the attorneys chimed in. “Mr. Torrance, a friend and a business associate of Ms. Walden, has invested in the company. I guess you could say he’s here to meet the people responsible for making sure his investment turns a very lucrative profit,” the attorney said with a confident chuckle. “He’s also here to support Ms. Walden.” The attorney threw Milan a broad smile. “Not that she needs any assistance…A few of you already know Ms. Walden and are familiar with her business savvy. She’s a shrewd businesswoman with sound judgment. So let’s give your new leader a welcoming round of applause.”

  Dr. Pauley, wearing a strained smile, clapped her hands together listlessly. Apparently, the news had hit like a bombshell. She tried to make eye contact with Walter Billings, one of the remaining original members who had played a part in Milan’s untimely dismissal, but Billings disassociated himself, clapping soundly and looking straight ahead.

  Near hysteria, Dr. Pauley sucked in air, touched her chest, and rubbed it in circular motions as she struggled to wipe the horrified look off her face. “Milan, uh, Ms. Walden—welcome back to Pure Paradise,” she said, stuttering. “We had no idea you were the new owner.” Dr. Pauley drew a deep, calming breath. “We’re all looking forward to a healthy fiscal year,” she announced, sounding fully composed now. “We know that under your new leadership, Pure Paradise will blend contemporary amenities and technologies with old-fashioned courtesy to cater to the well-being of our guests—”

  “Oh, cut the crap, Kayla. Oops!” Milan covered her mouth with her hand. “Forgive me for calling you by your first name; how presumptuous of me.” Milan feigned an apologetic expression.

  “Oh no, I’m not offended at all. Call me Kayla. Please.”

  “Okay, that’s fine. However, I expect to be addressed as Ms. Walden. Is that clear, Kayla?”

  “Certainly, uh…Ms. Walden. Absolutely,” Dr. Pauley gushed, wearing a solicitous smile.

  Milan fluttered her hands impatiently, indicating that the members seated closest should move down to allow her attorneys to flank her. The board members, including Dr. Pauley, quickly scooted down several chairs.

  “Kayla, the words you’re mouthing off sound familiar. If I’m not mistaken, didn’t I express those exact sentiments in a brochure I created for Pure Paradise last year? Yes, I believe I did,” Milan answered herself, nodding. “I’m sure you recall the gleaming brochure I produced right before I got canned…”

  Dr. Pauley, now five chairs down from Milan, winced and then looked around at the lawyers and other board members, her face red with mortification.

  “Refresh my memory,” Milan demanded. “Why did you give me the boot?”

  “I didn’t personally have you terminated. It was decided by the entire board…” Dr. Pauley’s head swiveled toward Walter Billings. Leaving Dr. Pauley hanging, Billings kept his eyes focused on the new owner.

  “Whatever!” Milan said, holding up her hand to silence the woman.

  For several uncomfortable moments, Dr. Pauley’s mouth hung open. Every eye in the room was on her when she finally embarrassedly closed it.

  “I have innovative plans for Pure Paradise,” Milan revealed in a hushed tone that persuaded everyone in the room to lean forward expectantly. “Pure Paradise will no longer limit its services to women only. We will not discriminate based on gender identity. We’re also going to expand our scope of services to meet the sexual urges and desires of our clientele.” Milan paused. “Why? I’ll tell you why.” Her audience waited with bated breath to be informed. “Why do we strive for beauty and health?” she asked. “Because we want to look attractive and feel good in order to attract sexual partners. Humans are sexual beings who possess an innate desire to express their sexuality. Here at Pure Paradise, clients will enjoy a safe and judgment-free environment that allows them the freedom to explore all aspects of their sexuality. Pure Paradise will be a cutting-edge sex center for consenting adults. Don’t let the boldness of my claim concern you. What goes on behind the closed doors of this facility will be kept confidential and is completely legal.”

  “Brilliant, absolut
ely brilliant,” Dr. Pauley emoted, nodding her head vigorously.

  “Brilliant,” the other members agreed, clapping their hands enthusiastically. The room was filled with the thunder of applause.

  The tables had turned, one-eighty. It was amazing how easily she had reduced the arrogant chairperson to a groveling peon. She would have never expected Dr. Kayla Pauley to kiss up with such enthusiasm. Obviously, it would be just a matter of time before the woman was literally kissing her ass. Yes, there was a thin line between submission and dominance and Milan looked forward to training the insufferable Dr. Pauley.

  After a lifetime of sexual confusion, Milan had finally discovered her true nature. She was a fem/dom. I’m a fem/dom diva, she thought to herself, expounding on her identity.

  There’d be no more bottoming for her. She promised herself that she’d never again take an order from anyone. She wished Gerard much success with his and Ming’s training center, but she doubted if their facility could begin to compete with the enhanced version of Pure Paradise once it was up and running.

  She made a mental note to check out their training center. If it struck her fancy and if it seemed worth her while, she’d engage in yet another company takeover. In the meantime, she’d content herself with running her business, amassing wealth and building a stable of willing human property.

  After Milan dismissed her attorneys and the members of the board, she gazed at Maxwell Torrance, who sat at the far end of the conference table.

  “Are you happy, mistress?” he inquired, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt. His collar, a thin platinum band with a dangling tag that proclaimed Milan to be his owner, glimmered brilliantly.

  “Come to me,” Milan said breathily. Aroused by the collar, she raised her skirt and slid down her panties.

  Maxwell stood at her command, caressing the collar.

  “Crawl,” she ordered.

  Wearing a look that was a mixture of devotion and gratitude, he dropped to the plush carpeted floor. As her devoted property crawled toward her, she took in a satisfied burst of air. It didn’t get much better than this—sitting at the head of the conference table waiting for the man who’d made it possible, crawl to her and lick her pussy in gratitude at being owned by her.

  Undoubtedly, she had it all. Her sister had once claimed that no man would ever find her loveable. Milan shrugged as she inched her naked ass to the edge of the resplendent board room chair and pointed a leather boot. Next, she gave a strong yank to Maxwell’s hair, prompting him to open his mouth. “Remove my boots…with your teeth.”

  Instantly, he opened his mouth. Expertly, he did as he was bidden and used his teeth to unzip his owner’s two-thousand-dollar Manolo Blahnik stretch leather boot. Without needing further instruction, the billionaire on the floor—a respected CEO of several Fortune 500 companies, clamped his teeth around the heel of Milan’s boot and tugged it until he worked the boot off her foot. Milan smiled contentedly. She didn’t need a man to find her loveable when she owned a filthy rich man who worshipped her totally.

  Yes, her life was completely fulfilling—it was grand, indeed. While her other boot was being unzipped, Milan’s mind drifted to her to-do list. The only thing still pending was the writing of her how-to-book, Weekend Escape: Your Spa at Home. She made a slight frown. At this point, she really had no interest in writing that book.

  “I’ve got a great idea,” she said, as she rubbed her now bare feet playfully through her property’s hair and across his face. He responded by kissing her feet adoringly. “I’m going to write a book,” Milan exclaimed. The working title is: Train Your Man in One Weekend: He’ll Service You for the Rest of Your Life!”

  “Genius, Mistress. Pure genius,” Maxwell Torrance agreed.

  Aroused by the idea of a potential bestseller, Milan pulled her feet away and nudged the head that was bowed in reverence. At her signal, Maxwell lifted his head and pressed his lips against her vagina. Moans of contentment escaped his throat as he flicked his tongue back and forth across the labia and clit he adored.

  When Milan gave the next signal, he probed inside with a curled tongue, sending jolts to her system, making her draw up her legs to receive deeper tongue penetration.

  Later, when Milan and Maxwell exited Pure Paradise, the broad-shouldered driver promptly opened the door for the attractive pair.

  At first sight, curious eyes would see an impeccably groomed power couple. The platinum collar of ownership hidden beneath Maxwell’s tightly knotted tie declared him Milan’s property as did the slowly healing burned skin on his forearm where he’d been branded with her mark of ownership.

  “Let’s take Maxwell home,” Milan told the driver.

  The driver and Milan made eye contact in the rear view mirror. Her eyes told him she’d had an arduous day; she’d experienced the kind of stress that even the most skillful tongue could not begin to relieve. What ailed her lay deep within and only a long dick with sizeable girth could make contact with the soft spots that were clenching and demanding satisfaction.

  She leaned back against the posh interior of the Rolls Royce and closed her eyes. She instantly saw a visual of Kayla Pauley’s attractive face buried between her legs, Kayla’s slender neck graced by a platinum ownership collar. The visual was arousing as hell.

  Hornier than ever, Milan leaned forward. “Speed it up, driver.”

  “No problem.” He pressed down on the gas pedal. One hand held the steering wheel while his other hand stroked the dick that pulsed until it became lengthy and thick. The car, the driver, as well as the driver’s oversized appendage belonged to Milan now, a very extravagant gift given to her by the man who sat contentedly in the rear seat beside her. For Milan, life had become a series of sexual conquests—numerous men and women angling to lap the nectar from her honey pot.

  But tonight would be a special treat: no lips, no tongues, no fingers. Milan was ready for the kind of release that those body parts could never induce.

  Very soon, she’d feel the driver’s raw meat pushing inside her, indulging her with its thickness. She’d ultimately receive a powerful orgasm that only a skillful big dick could generate. But she’d have to be careful—she’d have to keep her guard up. For she knew that a man packing a good-sized dick could lead the most focused woman astray.

  She gazed in the mirror again and gave the former NFL player a sultry smile. He winked at her and grinned. It was the kind of cocky grin that reflected the major come-up he expected after he successfully dick-whipped Milan.

  But Milan knew better than to give another man the upper hand. Gerard had taught her well. She smirked at the driver’s stupid self-assurance. Let the sex games begin! Smiling smugly, she envisioned the macho ball player being led around on a leash.

  She eased back and gave a satisfied sigh. It was her world and life was grand, indeed.

  about the author

  Allison Hobbs was raised in suburban Philadelphia. After high school she worked for several years in the music industry as a singer, songwriter, and studio background vocalist. She eventually attended Temple University and earned a Bachelor of Science degree. She is the national bestselling author of Pandora’s Box, Insatiable, Dangerously in Love, Double Dippin’ and The Enchantress.

  Hobbs currently resides in Philadelphia.

  Visit her at www.allisonhobbs.com and www.myspace.com/allisonhobbs or email her at pb@allisonhobbs.com