Billionaire Untamed (BBW Werelion Shifter Menage)

by Jacqueline D Cirque

  Billionaire Untamed

  Jacqueline D Cirque

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  Published by J D Cirque

  Copyright © 2015 by J D Cirque

  Note: All characters are over 18 and not related by blood.

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  Don’t you fucking dare, but he does.

  The Customs officer burrows through my toiletries bag right there in the open and, with grin on face, pulls out my lipstick vibe in all its silver-sheathed, buzzing glory. I don’t know whether it’s deliberate for added drama or just the fact this guy’s motor skills are lacking, but he drops the thing. It goes buzzing across the counter before a kid behind me grabs it and hands it back, much to the mortification and horror of his mother.

  The Customs officer holds the vibrator up before me, making sure the whole line can see it. He’s really going to draw this one out. “Care to explain what this is, maam?”

  I’m not going to let this cockhead get the better of me. I clear my throat, announcing loudly, “It’s a vibrator. I like to stick in my pussy, sometimes my ass, but I guess you’ve never seen one before, right? Have you ever even seen a pussy?”

  Cockhead One blushes and stuffs the vibrator back inside my toiletries bag, handing it over. “Have a good day.”

  OR Tambo International Airport in Johannesburg is absolutely packed. I cannot stand crowds at the best of times, struggling through the throngs for a lukewarm coffee you could cut industrial waste with.

  I find a taxi and direct the driver to my hotel. I can see his eyes fall a bit when he realizes he won’t be able to swindle me. I’m not a tourist in these parts. You can’t expect to drive me out to the badlands and pay some exorbitant fee to head back to safety. No, no. This is not my first corporate rodeo in Joburg.

  The flight from LA was long, tiring and I really just want to hit my bed before the meeting tomorrow.

  “Reservation for Anastasia Perkins.”

  The human robot behind the desk taps something out on her computer. Her face takes on a constipated look. Oh oh.

  “I’m terribly sorry, Miss Paton, but I’m afraid the hotel has been overbooked.” She gulps. “We don’t have any available rooms tonight.”

  “But I made that reservation three months ago!”

  “I’m truly, sorry, but I’m afraid there’s little I can do.”

  I huff, blowing out stale air from my lungs. “Can you check for other rooms nearby?”

  “Certainly.” Tap. Tap. Tap. Wait. Wait. Wait. “There’s nothing available anywhere within city limits. It’s the World Cup, after all.”

  “Surely there’s a room somewhere.”

  “I’m very sorry, but I can’t bring anything up.”

  I’m about to jump behind the desk and choke this bitch out with my bare hands when she perks up. “Actually, there is one option.”

  “I’m listening.”

  There’s a luxury nature reserve two hours away with an executive villa available.”

  “Two hours away?”

  “It says here reservations come with a personal town car and chauffeur.”

  I’ve always wanted to head out to the reserves, see the big five and chill out a little bit, but travelling for another two hours to do it seems like more than I can take. “How much?”

  She hits me with the price. My jaw drops open. “What is that, five star?”

  “Six, actually.”

  Well, the company’s paying, and they can certainly afford it. What the hell. “Okay, call them.”

  *

  I’m surprised to find my chauffer is English. Making light conversation, the journey seems to breeze past. Before long I’m stepping out at the gates of Asha Nature Reserve and Animal Sanctuary.

  “I thought this was a hotel,” I query of the driver.

  He pulls my luggage from the boot. “A resort, actually, private and exclusive just like our clients demand.”

  “I see. How many rooms are there?”

  “One.”

  “One?”

  “Yes, we like to make this an experience our guests will never forget, completely surrounded by nature.”

  Jesus, I have gone all out. “I’m afraid I won’t get to see much of it. I have to be back in Joburg by 10am tomorrow for a meeting.”

  He smiles. “Oh, that’s a shame. Hopefully you’ll see our big cats tonight then.”

  Big cats? “He’s off before I can question him further.”

  I’m led straight to my villa. Stepping inside, it’s easy to see where the six stars come from. There’s a freakin’ grand piano in the master bedroom, a kitchen the size of my entire apartment. Hell, three pools, two of which are infinity, one on the roof with Jacuzzi.

  What makes the space truly impressive, however, is what’s outside. The entire villa is ringed in floor-to-ceiling windows looking right out into the open, a natural stream seeming to run right under the villa itself.

  I touch the glass. It’s thick—real thick.

  Outside the sun is split by the horizon, the landscape cast with gold. It’s incredible.

  The chauffeur stands by the door. If you need anything, just dial one and your personal assistant will be by.

  “Personal assistant?”

  “Yes, they’ll take care of everything you need—meals, massages, whatever takes your fancy.”

  I could really go a good reaming, but driver boy’s a little too old, a little too salt-and-pepper for my tastes. I’m only twenty-three, after all.

  Left in peace, a bath with my special silver friend seems in order. I strip down and step into the main bathroom, the tub right against the glass overlooking the tundra beyond.

  I run my hand down my curves in the mirror. I’m glad I’m not a twig like most of the executives in the company. I’m proud of my body.

  I go to turn on the tap and scream. Right outside the window is a zebra, just standing there, watching.

  Whoa. He wasn’t kidding about the whole ‘immersed in nature’ thing. Now I can start to understand why the glass is so thick. Did he say ‘big cats’ before?

  I’m an animal lover, sure. I have two domestic cats—Punk and Spew—but an actual lion? I don’t think I’ve even seen one in the zoo.

  I watch the zebra, but he soon grows bored and totters away into the fading light.

  Come on, Ana.

  It’s silly. Why am I so embarrassed? What’s he going to do? Go and tell all his zebra friends about the naked girl in the villa tonight. I’m sure he’s been witness to far more exotic sights behind these windows before.

  So, I sink into the bath and let my worries soak away. I close my eyes an
d then open them, taking in the view.

  Man, I could get used to his, seriously. What a shame it’s only for one night.

  After the bath, I throw on a silk robe from the wardrobe and dial one feeling a little stupid.

  “Yes, maaam.”

  “Um, yes, hello. Is there somewhere I can get a meal around here?”

  “Certainly, what would you like?”

  “Um, do you do pasta?”

  “We do. A walnut pesto tortellini perhaps?”

  “Sure.”

  “Excellent, I’ll be over shortly.”

  True to his word, a young African man in a charcoal suit arrives with trolley no more than fifteen minutes later.

  He smiles, “My name is Chika. I will be your personal assistant.”

  “Ana,” I reply. “Your English is excellent.”

  “I studied abroad, maam.”

  I nod. “Great.”

  He pulls the cover away and the smell that drifts up to me is nothing short of heavenly—garlic and herbs and creamy pesto.

  Yes, I could get used to this. “Thank you, Chika.”

  He bows and makes his leave.

  There’s a TV, but I can’t bring myself to turn it on such is the vista outside now shaped out by various blues and cyans cast by the full moon above.

  I place my plate in the kitchen and return to my bed. God, the sheets are so soft it’s like lying inside a marshmallow. I run them between my fingers.

  Heaven.

  Lying in bed, I turn off the lights and pull my pocket vibe out. I undo my robe and remove my arms, letting the silk sit between my bare back and the mattress below.

  Instantly my nipples harden in anticipation of what is to come.

  I spread my legs, close my eyes and gently apply the vibrator to my clit.

  It works fast. My legs spread further, my labia splaying open and the scent of my arousal quickly filling the room. It’s been far too long since I’ve been with someone. I’m super-horny, holding the shaft of the vibe against my clit while two fingers shovel into my slit below.

  A thin rivulet of pussy juice runs down the crack of my ass, staining the robe below, but I’m too deep into this solo session to care.

  My back begins to arch off the bed. The tension I know so well begins to build in my core, everything drawing tight to my center. My cunt begins to pulse. I’m wet, so fucking wet it’s ridiculous as I apply more pressure with the vibe to my engorged clit.

  My nipples stand as crimson soldiers on my chest, the dimpled flesh of my areolae rounded out. My breathing quickens. I begin to pant drawing close, and that’s when I hear it.

  There is a distinct rumbling. At first I cannot place it, thinking it must be my stomach. But you just ate?

  I ratchet the speed of the vibe up. Forget it.

  It comes again, a definite growling noise.

  My eyes snap open.

  Behind the glass in front of me are two golden orbs, watching. They shimmer, metallic, just as the growling comes again.

  Oh Jesus. What the fuck is out there?

  I can’t move. I cannot draw away the vibrator, my fingers remaining buried deep in the tight compression of my pussy.

  I don’t breathe. I don’t do anything but watch these mysterious eyes, the only sound that of the vibe humming me to ecstasy.

  The eyes come closer, almost right against the glass. The moonlight reflects off the window and the creature is revealed in blue. It’s a fucking lion.

  I stiffen further, fear mixing with the pleasure below and everything becoming too great and overwhelming at once. I can make out the mane, the hint of teeth bared.

  It’s watching me, I’m sure of it. It knows.

  The growling and rumbling continues, the glass shaking. The vibrator buzzes on, everything drawing and drawing until…

  “Ahhhh,” I feel the first contraction squeeze my fingers. The orgasm that follows is a true toe-curler, my eyes forced shut and a shimmer of colours moving across my mind’s eye. My back bends and bows, my hips thrusting to the ceiling. My muscles clench and release. I shudder and shake, milking it of every last drop of joy.

  When I open my eyes, switching the pocket vibe off and letting it roll off the bed onto the floor, the lion is gone, only blue-tinged blackness outside.

  You’re imagining things.

  But no, that was no hallucination. That lion was as real as the orgasm that just rolled through me.

  There was something different about it—a human, intangible quality I can’t seem to wrap my head around.

  I stand, a light sweat having gathered on my skin, and draw the curtains.

  Sleep, that’s what I need.

  *

  I wake to the sound of my mobile slowly buzzing its way off the bedside drawers.

  I take it, swiping to answer the call.

  “Ana here.”

  My boss, a literally dark and handsome man by the name of Marcus, tells me their plane has been delayed due to bad weather. The meeting’s been pushed back another day.

  “Are you okay where you are for another night?”

  Hell yes. “Ah, yes, I suppose so.”

  “Where are you exactly?”

  “Some nature reserve two hours out of Joburg.”

  “Nature reserve? One of those hippy places with big tents, drop toilets and no running water?”

  “Um, yeah, something like that.”

  “Your poor thing. Well, chin up. We’ll be there soon.”

  Poor thing indeed…

  What to do, what to do.

  The sun is really beating down from above now, the landscape completely changed compared to when I first arrived last night.

  I decide to take in the grounds.

  Walking around the villa, I start to work out exactly what’s going on. The area where the animals are is fenced off. They can approach the windows, but that’s about it. Outside the other half there are landscaped gardens, what I imagine to be the main residence in the distance.

  I remember the pool on top of the villa, the Jacuzzi overlooking the reserve.

  It is hot.

  I duck back inside. I haven’t packed any swimmers, but I can’t see why anyone would care if I wore my bra and panties. After all, I am paying for the privilege. It’s not like anyone except Chika is going to see me, and hey, maybe I want him to see me. I bet he’s packing some serious weaponry under those pinstriped pants of his.

  I head up the stairs and come out onto the roof.

  I freeze, still as a statue.

  There are two men in the pool. They sit emerged on the step with arms stretched out over the edge behind them, bodies so sculpted it’s as though I’ve inadvertently stumbled into a Calvin Klein shoot.

  Fuck. What do I do?

  “Join us,” one of them motions, taking off his Ray Bans and sitting up. The other watches on, a grin of amusement on his face.

  “I like your bathing suit,” the other one says, smirking. “Cosabella?”

  I’m blushing. “Victoria’s Secret, actually.”

  “Well, thank you, Victoria. Like my brother said, join us. After all, this is your villa.”

  God, there’s nothing else I can do. I place my towel down on a recliner and lower myself into the pool, moving until only my head remains above the waterline.

  Who are these guys? “You’re brothers,” I begin.

  The one on the left nods. “Twin brothers, actually.”

  I look closer, squinting against the sun to make them out. No, couldn’t be.

  I look harder still. Fuck me. “You’re the McMannon brothers?”

  “You’ve got us. What gave it away?”

  “I… don’t know.” I’m still a little stunned I’m sitting here in my bra and panties in front of two of the most powerful men in the world, joint CEOs of G-Corp, one of the biggest conglomerates, well, ever. “You own this place?”

  “We do. Do you like it?”

  “Yes, it’s incredible, but…”

  “But?”


  “I just didn’t expect…”

  “Us?” He laughs. “Good. We like to maintain something of a low presence when we are here. It’s our escape, our sanctuary away from the world, if you will. Tell me, have you seen much of the wildlife yet?”

  “A zebra yesterday, and last night… a lion,” watching me masturbate, my mind adds.

  “Interesting.”

  There’s something about his look, those eyes. They’re such a strange color. I’ve read countless articles on these guys. They’re corporate pin-ups, but never have I noticed just how piercing and penetrating those eyes are.

  “I’m Dante and this is Kane, if you couldn’t tell us apart.”

  “Ana, Pleased to meet you.” They extend their hands and I swim over to meet them. Their grip is firm, authoritative.

  Dante’s eyes drop ever so slightly to take in my cleavage. He makes no attempt to hide it. These guys are used to getting what they want. I don’t imagine I’m their type what with my curves and bust and all, but that said, I can’t say I’ve ever seen them with a woman. They’re notorious for fiercely guarding their private lives.

  Dante lifts himself from the pool, water running in sheets over his hard body, his swimming trunks doing little to hide what looks like a rather immense package. Kane stands too, both brothers stepping out.

  “I’m afraid you’ll have to excuse us, Ana. We had quite a night,” Dante says, looking right down my bra.

  Kane comes up beside him. “But how about dinner, your villa, shall we say seven?”

  I nod, a little star struck.

  “Excellent. See you then.”

  *

  I sit in the Jacuzzi in my bra and panties feeling foolish but also elated. By some miracle I’ve managed to stumble onto the McMannons’ personal African retreat, but something is off. I know it. I have a sixth sense for these things. What are they hiding?

  I spend the rest of the day walking around the grounds taking it all in. I order lunch and it arrives promptly out of thin air once more, the brothers mysteriously nowhere to be seen.

  By five o’clock I’m starting to freak out a little at the impending dinner. I rummage through my luggage and find the sole dress I packed—a sleek, red knee-length, sheer, sexy, hugging my hourglass figure in all the right places.