Billionaire Games (Taboo Bareback Romance Novella)

by Marilyn Meyer

  BILLIONAIRE GAMES

  Marilyn Meyer

  Copyright © 2014 Marilyn Meyer

  All rights reserved.

  Disclaimer

  This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real people or events are coincidental. All characters are 18 years of age or older.

  Chapter 1

  Haley looked at herself in the mirror then rolled her eyes and tore the dress off, throwing it down to the floor. A pile of discarded dresses lay at her feet. She went back to the large walk-in closet and combed through her wardrobe trying to find something–anything–that didn’t make her look like a little girl. This was a formal party and now that she was nineteen she needed to start dressing her age. The problem was she didn’t have anything she thought was elegant enough.

  Her step-dad’s annual shareholder party was tonight. It was just an excuse for a bunch of rich white people to get dressed up and drink, patting each other on the back about how much money they’d made that year. She’d never been allowed to go before but this year she was determined to. A woman needed to become accustomed to socializing in these sorts of events.

  But she needed something nice to wear. Something nicer than what she had anyway.

  She looked out the large window of her bedroom. It was on the third floor of the mansion and overlooked the giant swimming pool in the backyard. Down in the pool she saw Daddy floating in a lounge chair reading a paper. And he was alone. Perfect. Haley decided to put on the skimpy bathing suit she’d bought in Brazil last year and go down there. Ask him for some money to go buy a nice dress.

  After she changed she looked at herself in the mirror. This would the first time she’d ever worn the bathing suit outside. The top barely covered her young breasts; only a small triangle of green fabric for each one. No padding in the cups and her hard nipples poked through the thin material. The bottoms were a thong and she turned around examining her butt. Good thing she’d been using the tanning bed so she didn’t have any tan lines on her ass. The whole thing was really sexy she thought. There was no way he could ignore her in this. Her shaved pussy started to heat up thinking about him looking at her.

  As she approached the pool she started having second thoughts about what she was wearing. What if he thought it was too slutty? Whatever. Nothing else she did seemed to be able to get his attention so she might as well try it.

  “Hi, daddy,” she said.

  He nodded without looking up from his paper, his dark sunglasses hiding his eyes so she couldn’t tell if he’d even seen her bathing suit.

  Haley laid her towel out next to the pool and dove in, emerging right next to his floating chair, and latched onto its side, resting her breasts next to his leg. His muscular chest glistened with sweat and she stole glances at the bulge in his swim shorts, wondering what his cock looked like. She could just make out the outline of his thick manhood resting atop his enormous testicles. Her pussy quivered at the thought of sucking him off, letting his sticky white cum explode into her eager mouth. She would definitely swallow for him. No other boy had been worthy of that particular act in her young sexual career. But for him she would do everything.

  “What are you reading?” she asked. “Anything good?”

  He held his hand up to her dismissively, his eyes still hidden behind the dark lenses.

  She hated when he did this. Acted like she wasn’t even there. Rolling her eyes, she pushed away then swam out in front of him, put her head under the water and let her ass rise up above the surface–poking it out for him–before she dove down. The small bathing suit barely covered her at all and he was sure to have seen that. But when she came back up and looked at him he hadn’t moved at all, still engrossed in his precious Wall Street Journal. She sighed and swam to the steps, not even bothering to stick her butt out as she exited.

  As she toweled herself off, one of her breasts slipped out of the tiny top, exposing her nipple to the warmth of the sun. She fixed it back in place and felt it harden at her touch.

  “Daddy?” she said.

  Finally he looked up at her. “What is it?”

  “Would you mind rubbing oil on my back?” She turned around for him, pointing to her back but showing off her tight ass in the thong bikini, then turned back to him.

  He looked at her for a moment, bringing the dark sunglasses to his nose, peering out over them. Those hard blue eyes staring at her. “Get one of the maids to do it,” he said then went back to reading his paper.

  She flared her nostrils and glared at him, grinding her teeth while she plopped down on her towel in a huff. Ever since she and her mom had moved in with him when she was fourteen, she’d been trying to get his attention. Nothing she’d done had ever worked. Once she’d blossomed into a woman her body had become her primary tactic but somehow that seemed to make him ignore her even more, which in turn made her try even harder to make him notice her. And that’s how things were between them. He could be a real asshole sometimes: get one of the maids to do it. Wow.

  She shook her head as she laid down on her stomach beside the pool. Once she settled down, determined not to let him get her angry, she reached behind her back and untied her top not wanting to ruin her smooth back with tan lines. She couldn’t help but take this opportunity to look at his sexy body. His muscular arms and sculpted abs always made her wet on the rare occasion she got to see them. And now, watching him read his paper, she felt the familiar moisture and warmth building between her legs. Something he could always do to her without even trying it seemed.

  Then she remembered about the party and how she needed a dress. She’d gotten so wrapped up in trying to get his attention she’d forgotten the whole reason she came down here in the first place.

  “Daddy?”

  He ignored her.

  She propped herself up on her elbows, hiding her bare nipples behind her arms. “Daddy,” she said, “will you give me some money to get a dress for the party tonight?”

  He looked up at her now. “Party?”

  “Yeah, your party tonight.”

  “You’re not invited to the party,” he said. “What made you think you were? This is a party for adults, not brats who parade around in cheap bathing suits, trying to show off their bodies to whomever will look.”

  She felt her face turning red and did her best to hold back the tears that wanted to pour from her eyes. “But, that’s not fair,” she said. Hating the way her voice sounded. Just like a brat. “I’m nineteen years old. I’m an adult.”

  “You,” he said, “are an adult when you start acting like one.”

  “But–“

  “If you’re going to keep interrupting me then go inside.”

  She stood up so fast she forgot about her top being untied and her breasts bounced around wildly as she collected her towel and the rest of her bathing suit. Running back to the house, holding her breasts, the tears started to roll down her face.

  When she got inside she slammed the door and stomped up the stairs. Their butler, Mr. Donovan, met her at the top of the stairs with a concerned look on his face, doing his best not to look at her bare chest, asking her if everything was alright.

  “I’m fine,” she shouted at him before shutting herself in her room, burying her face in the pillow and trying to smother the sobs that came freely now.

  Chapter 2

  By the time the party was starting she’d calmed herself. It was probably boring anyway. She watched from her bedroom window as the endless procession of limos pulled up to the house, depositing old white men in tuxedos, tugging their wives along. The women weighted down by the gaudy jewelry they all seemed to think was so attractive.


  She could hear them downstairs talking to each other about nothing. Laughing at each other’s terrible jokes, and generally just being the fake people she knew them to be. It was good he’d told her not to come. Maybe he’d known she wouldn’t like it and that’s why he’d said what he did. She always found it difficult to stay angry with him. No matter how much he ignored her she always came back for more.

  But it was becoming difficult to convince herself she wasn’t bored up here in her room. Her step-dad had told her to stay in here but she got the idea that she could sneak downstairs and take a dip in the hot tub without anyone seeing her. Everyone would be inside at their stupid little party. If she went down the service stairs the only people she might run into where the help; they wouldn’t say anything because she could make their lives hell if she wanted.

  And she might as well go skinny dipping she decided. That would add a little excitement to her night. The thought of some rich guy potentially finding her naked and alone in the hot tub. Oh, I didn’t think anyone would be out here, she imagined herself saying. Then stand up and give him a look at her young, pout breasts. Touch her nipples while she looked at him with her best fuck-me face. Invite him in with her. Your wife doesn’t need to know, she’d tell him, I’m very good at keeping secrets. Her pussy tingled at the possibilities.

  Outside, the night was cool and she clutched the folded towel she carried tight against her chest. This was a great idea. The hot water would feel perfect on a night like this. She could see people inside talking to each other and was glad she didn’t have to be there. This was way better.

  When she turned the corner to the little area where the hot tub was, there was a man in a tuxedo standing next to it with his back to her, looking up at the stars. Her little day dream came back vividly.

  She cleared her throat and the man turned around. It was Bill, her dad’s business partner. He had a drink in one hand and a cigar in the other.

  “Haley?” he said.

  “Hi Bill,” she said smiling.

  “Wow, I haven’t seen you in forever.” His gaze swept from her face down to her feet. “You’ve grown a lot.”

  She laughed. “I know I was probably only fifteen the last time you saw me.”

  He took a drag off the cigar and a large puff of smoke came out.

  “How’s the party?” she asked, setting her towel down next to the hot tub and coming closer to him.

  “Oh, you know,” he said. “It’s boring as hell.”

  “Yeah, I figured.” She’d forgotten how attractive Bill was. A little more silver in his hair than the last time she’d seen him. But that was okay. He was like George Clooney–but way, way richer.

  “What are you up to?” he said, taking a drink from the glass.

  “Not much,” she said. “I thought I’d go for a dip in the hot tub.”

  “Yeah, it’s a good night for it,” he said. “The stars are just amazing.” Pointing his cigar up to the sky.

  She looked up. “Wow. They really are.”

  “Okay,” he said, “I’ll leave you to it.”

  “Wait,” she said, grabbing the sleeve of his tuxedo. “Don’t go yet. You haven’t even finished your cigar. And honestly I wouldn’t mind a little company. I’ve been bored out of my mind upstairs in my room all by myself.”

  “Yeah? Well, okay. I can hang out for a bit I guess. At least until I finish this.” He held the cigar up.

  “Do those things taste good?” she asked. “I’ve never tried it before.” Just a white lie.

  “It’s not too bad. This one’s from Cuba.”

  “Isn’t that illegal?”

  He chuckled. “Well, strictly speaking, yes. Are you going to turn me in?”

  “You’re a naughty boy,” she said. “But don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.” Getting into it now, feeling confident flirting with him.

  “Thank you,” he said smiling. “I wouldn’t want to end up in jail.” He took another sip from his drink, the ice clinking against the glass as he looked at her over the rim.

  “Well,” she said, putting her hand on his chest. “You don’t have to worry about that with me because I’m legal… barely.”

  He coughed, losing some of his drink down his chin, and took a step back from her.

  “Relax,” she said, laughing. “I’m just messing with you.”

  He laughed with her. “You got me,” he said. “That was good.”

  “Do you think I could try your cigar?” she asked.

  “If you want.”

  She stepped towards him again, so close that her breasts pressed against his arm and she held her hand up, thumb and index finger out like she was going to smoke a joint.

  He put the cigar in her hand. “Don’t inhale it, okay?”

  “So,” she said, biting her lip and looking into his eyes. “I just put my mouth on it and suck?”

  He smiled and put his arm around her back now. “You got it.”

  Opening her mouth into a circle, like she’d practiced in the mirror so many times imagining her step-dad’s cock, she brought the cigar to her lips. It was wet with his saliva, and bitter as she touched the tip of her tongue to it. She sucked in hard, the hot smoke filling her mouth, then suddenly it was burning her lungs and she was coughing uncontrollably.

  Bill laughed but kept his arm around her, patting her back as she doubled over, trying to stop coughing. “Are you okay? I told you not to inhale.”

  She came back up and motioned for his drink, taking it from him, swallowing a big gulp of the cold amber liquid. It was strong and tingled her throat. She stopped coughing now and gave him the cigar back but kept his drink, taking another sip.

  “Sorry,” she said. “I guess I wasn’t ready for that.” She pressed her body against him again, her breasts against his chest.

  He squeezed her to him. “Are you cold?”

  “A little.”

  “Here take my jacket,” he said.

  She waited for him to take it off and try to put it around her before she said, “No, I think I’ll just get in the hot tub. The water will feel perfect right now.”

  “Okay, suit yourself. Are you going to drink all my whiskey too?” He smiled.

  “If you’ll let me.” She grinned back at him and he laughed.

  “Go ahead,” he said. “I’ve never been one to stop someone else from having a good time.”

  “Good,” she said, starting to the feel the alcohol. “You know, I completely forgot my bathing suit.”

  “Oh yeah? Now why did I have a feeling you were going to say that?”

  “You don’t mind do you, Bill?”

  He looked around then said, “Be my guest.”

  “Hold my drink?” She held the glass out to him then pulled her shirt up over her head so that she was standing next to him in her bra and shorts. “Let me try that cigar again,” she said, putting her breasts on him.

  He looked down at her, the easy smile fading as he looked at her cleavage.

  This time she didn’t cough as she blew the large white cloud of smoke up into the night. She handed him the cigar back then reached behind her and unhooked her bra, slipping the straps down over her arms before letting it fall to the ground at his feet.

  He wasn’t even trying to pretend to not stare at her bare breasts.

  Her nipples hardened in the cool air and she felt her pussy getting wet as this rich and powerful man stood captivated by her young body. She turned her back to him and sauntered over to the tub, letting her hips sway back and forth, drawing him in with her ass, loving the attention. Next to the edge, she slipped her fingers under the waistband of her shorts and panties, then very slowly she bent over at the waist and pulled them down, giving him a full view of her shaved pussy, pausing to make sure he got a good look, before stepping out of her shorts and jumping into the hot water, immersing her naked body in it.

  “Oh my god, Bill,” she said. “It feels amazing.”

  “Oh yeah?” He walked
over to the edge, looking down at her, taking another puff off his cigar, still confident as ever. That’s what she liked about men like her step-father; they were always calm under pressure.

  She could clearly see the outline of his hardening cock in his pants. “Why don’t you get in with me?”

  He laughed. “I don’t think so. My wife would kill me. Not to mention your dad.”

  “Oh, Bill,” she said, “Live a little. I won’t tell if you won’t. And I already told you, I’m very good at keeping secrets.”

  “You’re trouble, you know that?”

  She came over to the edge where he was. Kneeled on the step in front of him, her face level with his cock, water dripping off her breasts. This was too much fun. She bit her bottom lip as she looked up at him, eyes wide open. “Come on Bill,” she said. “I can see you’re excited.” Looking at his cock. “Why don’t you let me take care of that for you? Just slip it out of your pants. Put it in my tight little mouth.”

  He took a deep breath and pushed it out through his nose, looking around again.

  “Nobody’s going to come back here, Bill. Trust me.”

  He looked at her again, taking another sip from his drink.

  She took his lack of an answer as a yes and slowly reached her hands out, expecting him to back away.

  But he didn’t. He stayed right there looking at her. Daring her to do it.

  Her wet fingers found his zipper and she slowly pulled it down, then reached her hand–shaking ever so slightly–into his pants and found his hard cock. Her pussy quivered as she felt his girth under her palm. She sighed, knowing she was about to get what she’d wanted for some time. A powerful man of her own.

  Chapter 3

  Then it all came crashing down.

  “What the hell is this?” Her step-dad’s powerful voice came from behind Bill.

  She ripped her hand from Bill’s pants and crashed back into the water.