Interracial Romance: Gay Romance: Bound By His Own Desires (MMM Endowed Black Men Bondage Threesome Romance) (A Billionaire's Freedom Book 3)

by Dayna, Bethany

  “You don't have to do that, really.” Damien laughed.

  “I'm not in the habit of letting people freeze to death in my house.” Heading in to the bedroom he looked through his drawer for the best hoodie he could find. He decided on his blue hoodie, he hadn't had it for long enough for it to take on a well-worn look yet and he didn't want her to think he was a bum. “Here, put this on. Do you need some pants too? I can dig up a pair of sweats if you need some?” She took the hoodie and smiled.

  “It's ok, thanks. I'll be fine, I don't think they're too bad” she looked down at her jeans that were obviously soaked, Damien noted the way the stuck to her thighs.

  “The bathroom is right through there, you can change in there or if you want to use my room that's fine too but you'll have to excuse the mess.” His neighbor smiled softly.

  “Thanks, you're too sweet. Your place is just like ours, I mean same layout and stuff.” She walked towards the bathroom with the hoodie in hand.

  Damien ducked in to his room as she went in to the bathroom to change.

  “Please God don't change on me, if I could just be me, no bear, just for the next couple of hours that would be great.” He kept his voice low but he meant every word of it as he threw his dirty clothes quickly in to the hamper, trying to make his room a little more presentable.

  “Knock knock!” Damien turned around and found her standing in the door of the bedroom wearing nothing but his hoodie and a pair of white cotton panties. He couldn't help but stare, her dark pubic hair forming a mound under the white fabric.

  “Oh…umm…hi?” Damien struggled to find words, the beast within him already stirring at the sight of her in her panties.

  "I think I might need those sweats after all?” She lifted her voice in to a question and Damien smirked.

  “Sure, but…well you know you could just hang out like that if you wanted to.” He couldn't believe he'd just said that out loud but she laughed.

  “Maybe if you knew my name…” Damien cursed himself for not asking her name sooner.

  “Maybe I do…” He didn't, although he was going to give it a good shot, “Sarah.” He hoped his confidence would give him points but she just laughed.

  “Try again. Not even close.” Damien rubbed his chin dramatically.

  “Sorry about that Emily Katherine Louise Carrie Diane.” She laughed loudly this time and walked over to his bed where she sat cross legged.

  “Try again.” The sound of her laughter made something inside of him shift.

  “Umm Julia Donna Helen Reba Lilly Francine?” She shook her head. “Well…are you sure you have a name because I'm pretty sure that's all of them.” She laughed again and this time Damien went over to sit beside her on the bed. “I'm gonna be honest with you here, I'm out of names and if we’re being honest I don’t actually think that we’ve ever really met.” Damien gave her a one sided smile in an attempt to be cute.

  “I’d say that’ fair…and yet, here I am sitting on your bed in my underwear. Lucky you!” Damien laughed.

  “Lucky me indeed!” Damien opened a drawer in his dresser, “Let me at least get you some pants then.” He could feel the stirring inside, he didn’t want her to wear pants, in fact he didn’t want her to be wearing anything but he was afraid that if that played out that he would end up with his other self on his hands. It wasn’t that he was afraid of his werebear self, rather, he was afraid of what it might do, especially to a girl like this.

  “You know, I don’t really think I need any pants, I could just sit here under your covers…” She raised her eyebrows at him expectantly and Damien knew what she was looking for, she wanted the same thing that he did.

  “I don’t even know your name…” He tried to stall.

  “It’s more fun that way!” She grinned. Damien grinned back, that was all it took, knowing that she wanted it just as badly as he did was enough to ignore that rumbling deep within. “Now, come and get over here and keep me warm.” She patted the bed beside her and Damien went over to her and sat down next to her.

  “I can’t say I’ve ever not known a girl’s name before…” The girl laughed and reaching over she rubbed her hand over his cock.

  “I don’t think you’ll mind in a minute, in fact in a minute my name will be the furthest thing from your mind.” She began to rub his cock a little harder now, her fingers curling around his girth. Damien’s breath came faster as he considered fucking a girl he didn’t know as she rubbed his cock.

  “Mmmm, you sure know how to get a guy all worked up.” Damien leaned back on the bed and as he did she wasted no time in tugging down his sweatpants and boxer briefs to reveal his growing cock.

  “Ahhh now that’s what I was looking for!” She gave him a wink as she leaned over and kissed his thick cock shaft. “Mmmmm, hello neighbor.” Damien felt his cock twitch as he felt her warm lips teasing his shaft and he looked down to watch her as she began to tease the tip of his cock with her tongue.

  “Oh God, mmm.” She pulled back and laughed.

  “You like?” Damien raised his eyebrows.

  “Ummm yes, I like. Don’t stop ok?” She nodded and leaned down to tease his cock again, she didn’t need telling more than once. Slowly she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, teasing even the most sensitive spot knowing that it would drive him absolutely wild.

  “Oh fuck yes!” Damien’s thick dick jumped at the touch of her tongue, he knew he wouldn’t last long if she kept on teasing his tip like she was but he didn’t want her to stop, it felt so amazing. At this very thought she slipped down off the bed and slipped off her panties revealing that soft nest of dark pubic hair. Damien gasped, he couldn’t wait to bury his cock deep inside her.

  “Do you mind if I take the lead?” Damien shook his head, no, the ability to form words leaving him completely but the more he got worked up for her, the harder his cock got, the more his heart raced and the louder the rumblings inside became. Damien knew by now that lust was like a calling card for the monster within him and he also knew that he couldn’t keep it inside.

  Damien lay flat on his bed, she was straddling him with her soft nest of pubic hair rested over his cock shaft. His thick dick was rested between her slick pussy lips although not low enough to tease her hole. As she gently rocked back and forth he could feel the slickness of her pussy teasing him, making him harder than he thought was ever possible until she rocked far enough forward to touch her opening with his cock tip.

  “Oh fuck yes!” Her voice was much louder than it had been before and for the first time since she had entered the apartment, Damien remembered that he had a roommate and wondered briefly when she would be home. Not soon, he hoped.

  “Fuck me!” Damien couldn’t take the teasing anymore and the creature within him couldn’t either. He could already feel his cock aching to explode.

  “Mmm I like a man who knows what he wants!” She slid up his shaft one more time, this time allowing the tip of his cock to slip inside her and without any warning she bore down on his cock, filling her pussy to the brim. “Oh fuck me!” She threw back her head in ecstasy at the feeling of his full cock filling her tight wet snatch. Reaching down she hooked her fingers under the bottom of her hoodie and slipped it over her head, revealing her perky tits and those sweet pink nipples. Damien didn’t need any more invitation than that and he reached up, taking her perfect nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. As he pinched her nipples softly her eyes grew wide with excitement and she rode his cock harder, now bouncing and letting her perfect tits bounce with her.

  Damien could hear their breath getting louder as they both reached their peak, her sweet wet snatch gripping his cock shaft hard. Damien watched as her body slowed, her perfect tits coming to a still as she arched her back and moaned. As she moaned Damien could feel the beast within threatening to burst from him, to join his latest encounter in her orgasm. Damien’s fingers gripped the sheets and he gritted his teeth trying to hold the creature back as his newest conquest c
ame hard around him, her milky pussy leaking down his cock shaft. It was no good, Damien was losing control. His cock thickened and jerked and before he knew it he was filling her with his own cum and she was licking her ruby lips as she felt every drop of it entering her pussy.

  “Mmmm that’s right! Fill me up, fill me with your cum!” As she spoke and as Damien emptied his seed within her he could feel the bear within him breaking to the surface. In waves he began to lose control, coming and going as the bear within started to creep out. As Damien’s cock stopped throbbing, the girl from next door slid off him with a smile.

  “Gwen.” Damien looked confused as he managed momentarily to gain control of his body.

  “Huh?” She laughed.

  “Gwen, that’s my name.” Damien wanted to tell her that that was a pretty name or at least say something to acknowledge her but just as he opened his mouth to say something, anything, he was sucked back inside himself once more and this time he felt the cracking of his ribs and knew that this time he was losing all control.

  “Hey…are you okay?” Gwen leaned over Damien, trying to look in to his glazed eyes, with a worried look on her face. Damien managed a nod but said nothing. “Jesus, that was loud!” As she spoke another loud crack came from his chest and another pop came from his jaw. Gwen’s eyes widened as Damien’s jaw began to shift and elongate before her very eyes. The lust had brought the creature forward and from deep within Damien begged Gwen to go home before she became the next casualty of his alter ego. Instead, Gwen sat watching him with a look of both fascination and complete fear on her face. His jaw popped once again and formed a snout, the creature moved its jaw in a circle as if coming in to its own. “Oh my God…”

  Damien awoke on the floor in his bedroom feeling as though he had the worst hangover he had ever had in his life. He knew from the feeling inside his chest, from the way his jaw ached, that he had lost all control once more, but he didn’t remember anything about what had happened.

  “Fuck you.” The voice sounded familiar but as he lay on the floor Damien couldn’t quite place it and from where he lay he couldn’t see who it belonged to either. He tried to move and despite the pain he managed to get on to his hands and knees and crawl to the bed. As he got to it there on the corner was a familiar face, he couldn’t quite figure out who it belonged to but he knew that it was the same person that had just cursed at him.

  “Umm…sorry?” He looked confused and rubbed the side of his face, God his jaw ached.

  “I said, fuck you!” The girl looked as though she had been in a fight, her smooth white skin was covered in a series of deep scratches. Damien looked her over, his sense of familiarity beginning to feel closer and it was then that his eyes alighted upon the wound on her arm. There, on her left forearm was a wound identical to the one that he had covered with a bandage on his right forearm. Had he done that? Was it possible that the creature within him had been so hungry to expand the werebear population already? Damien blinked slowly and then frowned.

  “Are you okay?” The girl shook her head.

  “No, I’m not fucking okay! Do you see what you’ve done to me?” The wound didn’t look half as bad as Damien’s. “Not to mention the fact that you turned in to a fucking werebear, did you think that maybe that was something you should have told me? And now what? Do I get to share that gift because you decided I should?” By now she had tears rolling down her cheeks and Damien felt a pang of guild deep inside himself. He wanted to explain to her that he had no control over the creature inside him but it seemed like such a cop out, like telling her it wasn’t his fault, it wasn’t him that had done it…but in a way it was. Damien looked at her, his brow furrowed with a mixture of confusion and sadness.

  “I’m…I’m sorry.” He fumbled with his words, not sure what to say or how the conversation should go in a situation like this. He had never considered the consequences of the creature inside him wanting to create another werebear. “I don’t…I mean, I can’t control it. I try, I really try but I don’t know how.” Damien could feel himself beginning to get anxious, what was going to become of the girl now, had he ruined her life forever? If she was going to become like him, have to live with a creature within her, constantly fighting to maintain control and keep the beast at bay then she would be better off dead. He couldn’t do that though, he wasn’t the monster that the one who created him was.

  "Well, that's that then isn't it? You're sorry." She was crying hysterically now as she held her forearm in her hand. “What the fuck am I supposed to do? What do I do about this?” She held up her arm to him.

  “It will heal, I have one too.” He held up his arm to show her but as he did he saw a glint in her eye, a glint that Damien knew all too well. Somehow he knew then that she would find her way.

  --THE END--

  The White Billionaire's Black Owned Secretary

  Alicia is black, beautiful and completely owned by her boss and lover, Darren Smythe. When Darren discovers his cousin and business partner might be party to very illegal activities he cooks up a scheme to protect his multi-billion dollar conglomerate. However, Darren's not the type to depend on others, except Alicia. Together they go 'under cover' to bring down Darren's crook of a cousin.

  ****

  Anyone watching right now would think Darren wasn’t perfectly capable of doing things for himself. He most certainly was. There were obligations and events that required his attention, but he didn’t necessarily have to be in on every tiny little detail involved in planning and execution. He was a smart, capable man and there was no reason he shouldn’t be able to handle this situation in front of him by himself.

  Heaving a bigger sigh than necessary he slammed the small, plastic cup onto the credenza, leaned over and flung his office door open and shouted, “Alicia!” Water—hot water—began spraying from the uncooperative machine. “Goddamn…Alicia!”

  Alicia rushed to the door and stopped short two steps into the office. “What are you—?” For a second her eyes widened then she clapped one hand over her mouth and tried—unsuccessfully—to cover up her laughter.

  “It’s not that funny!” Darren snapped.

  “Yes, it is.”

  For a few seconds he forgot to think of how stunning she was with her short, stylish haircut, sparkling deep brown eyes and warm, dark skin.

  “Get the… stop…,” Darren snapped out. He threw both hands in the air, utterly frustrated. “Do something!”

  “Good grief I thought someone was in here killing you. Stop you’re yelling,” Alicia grumbled and came forward. She flipped a switch on the coffee machine and the water ceased to flow. She stood with one hand on a hip and pointed to the machine with the other. “Your company makes these things. How is it you can’t use one?” She picked up one of the little plastic cups, dropped it in the machine. She held a mug up between them and added, “This goes on the stand first.” She turned the coffee maker back on. Pointing with one perfectly shaped, red nail to a button she reiterated, “You don’t touch this until you have the coffee cup loaded.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” Darren mumbled and headed to the bathroom off his office for a towel. He pulled off his shirt. Fortunately his suit jacked was draped across the chair on the other side of the room so it had been spared. He began drying off.

  “Want your coffee?” Alicia leaned in the bathroom doorway holding out a mug.

  Darren looked up. “A little privacy?”

  “You left the door open and it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked,” Alicia said, smirked and sipped his coffee.

  God, Darren loved that smirk and it always had the same effect on him. He moved closer to her, slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. His skin was as pale as hers was dark and that was such a turn on. Alicia held the mug out to the side, titled her head back and laughed very softly when he kissed her neck.

  Alicia shifted in his arms and blew a warm breath into his ear. “Your office door is open,” she said.

  Kissing he
r cheek, Darren held up one finger and said in a stern voice he knew Alicia saw right through. “Stay.”

  She turned and watched him as he crossed to the office door and shut it, locking it and double checking the lock. Alicia leaned back against the wall, kicked off her shoes and set the coffee mug on the credenza. Darren had gotten stupid hard in a ridiculously short span of time, so on his way back across the room he stripped off his undershirt and shivered at the way her gaze raked over him.

  Trapping her between his body and the wall, crushing his mouth to hers, Darren lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. Holding her in place with one arm, he yanked his belt open and pants down with the other hand. Alicia’s head thumped back against the wall and she sighed loudly. Her nails dug into the back of his neck and her entire body twitched and jerked when he took her. Alicia sighed out a long breath and a powerful shudder ran through her.

  That ramped Darren’s lust higher. He wanted, he wanted right now. Darren took what he wanted. Grunting he thrust his hips forward he buried himself deep inside her and pumped in time with the jerking of her body. No foreplay, there was no need. It always seemed to work out that when he wanted and needed, Alicia did as well. He knew she liked it this way, rough, demanding, primal. When her thighs tightened around him and she moaned out a long sigh his body responded. Grinding against her Darren felt liquid heat course through his cock. Alicia’s back arched as the pulsing waves began, surrounded Darren until everything narrowed down to his throbbing cock.

  Each of them gulped in deep breaths, eventually evening out and synchronizing.