Erotic Romance Box Sets: Midnight Lily: A Billionaire’s Romantic Love Story (Book 1-3)

by Marian Middleton

  Two large shadows appear beside her, and from what looked like a bag of rags--a figure emerged. It was a shocked and scared looking Paul in ripped clothes. Two large men pull him up to his knees and place him before Leah. Tears stream down his red cheeks and his breath is labored as if somebody had hit him in the stomach. Above Leah’s head appears another shadow. It is the skinny leaf blown figure of Clarissa. Her harsh tone rips through the air with a harsh crackle as she says, “Paul, you insignificant worm, you have an apology to make.”

  He splutters and tries to speak, but is grabbed by the larger man on his left. He is grabbed by his throat and brought to his feet. He is lifted so that only his tippy toes are touching the floor.

  Clarissa leans down, placing her head next to Leah’s “I don’t think he likes it when the shoe is on the other foot.”

  Leah remains silent and watches in awe as Paul is dropped and lands on the floor in a heap. Both men beside him scoop him up and place him on his knees in front of Leah once again.

  Clarissa motions to Leah as she prowls around to Leah’s right hand side. Lurking in Leah’s peripheral vision, Clarissa says, “Speak child.”

  Leah voices her concern in an authoritative tone, “Why?” She pauses, “Why were you so angry with me? I was upset and we made a drunken mistake. Why were you so angry?” Her voice quickens as she recalls the incident, “Why did you attack me in my room just because the maids saw you naked? Why would you even care that I left the room that morning?”

  Paul blubbers and winces in pain, “I don’t know” he whimpers.

  “But why? Why would you care? What did you think we were going to do? Did you think I was going to cuddle with you and walk hand in hand around the golf course? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

  Paul slumps forward and weeps, but the two men shadowing him pull him upright so he is facing Leah whilst yet still on his knees. “I don’t know,” he snivels, “I just thought you liked me.” His eyes refill with tears and he casts an awkward glance at the looming figure of his aunty as she stares at him as a lion looks at a worm. “I just thought…” He pauses to catch his breath, “You always laugh when I make fun of you. I always thought you had feelings for me.”

  Clarissa pulls a short, sharp face and the men pick up Paul by the scruff of his clothes and drag him off like a drunk from a sleazy bar. Clarissa looks down on Leah and says, “From now on, you are the master of Steve’s house. That maggot’s hole has been run by a penis for too long. If your authority, your respect or your womanhood is ever looked upon with a crooked eye, the men in that house will be broken. Do you understand me child?”

  “I think so,” says Leah, slightly confused as to the meaning. “Do you mean I have to tell you if Paul or Steve says something bad to me?”

  “No, you petulant sloth, I have eyes in every corner of Steve’s empire. If your will is ever countermanded, my sleeper team will punish Steve and whatever offspring he chooses to spit from his crotch. Take all the authority you wish, from controlling the staff, to how many platinum bars are held in the safe.”

  Clarissa takes a breath and continues, “Do not let me down. You are women, and I am giving you the power you deserve.”

  Leah tries to act natural, though the meaning of what Clarissa says hasn’t quite sunk in. She enquires, “But, my mum is a women, and she is older, why put me in charge? I hardly know you, or even Steve for that matter?”

  Clarissa laughs with a cackling roar, “Hahaha you pathetic rodent. I know people. I know the slime that public dares to call human. Your mother should be scraped from the shoe that is this earth. You my child, you are a women and you have inherent power. You don’t know it because you have been raised by scum. If you were my child, you would rule the world by now.”

  Leah is still stunned by what she is hearing. Clarissa is a woman that seemingly hates her, and yet despite the fact that her speech is littered with insults, it still speaks of feelings of something resembling an unwarranted respect.

  Clarissa winds down by saying, “It has been years since I have met a woman like myself. The last one I met is now the vice president of my empire. Stick with me, and one day you may be my shadow.”

  With that cryptic statement, she departed. Later, Leah peered through a window to see Clarissa’s heavies giving Paul a good talking to before throwing him into a company van.

  CHAPTER 6: Just As I Was Leaving Clarissa’s House

  “Before you go my child, two things you should know. Firstly, you should never lie, but it is also wise to never tell. Nobody need know of what went on under my roof, and I would advise you” she pauses, “as a lady…to never speak of it.” I wasn’t surprised, as I have heard many married men say similar things to my mum. But, for the first time she had called me a lady, and for the first time I believed it.

  “The second thing you should know is that Mr Aimi asked that you meet with him in six weeks when he returns to the city.”

  I smile politely and say, “Oh, that’s okay, I don’t think me and him want the same things. I don’t need to prostitute myself when I am an empowered lady and in control of a billionaires house and his son.”

  Clarissa has a look of caring concern over her face, which is unusual for a woman such as her, she replies with, “I think you misunderstand. He is soon to quit his job and be adopted by the Hiroko family.”

  “Adopted? He must be in his late thirties!” Leah exclaims, almost thinking it was a mistake.

  “In Japan, powerful men are adopted by rich families to run businesses. The Hiroko family are very powerful and influential. If he were to have a young blonde mistress to show off at private parties, it would increase his esteem with other male family members. You could end up in a room full of some of the most important men in Japan. Most women would kill for such an opportunity…and you and I could work more closely.”

  Despite her cruel manner and her vicious nature, I almost like Clarissa. She is the first strong women I have ever met, and part of me wants to win her approval. I ask her, “Which one was Mr Aimi?”

  “He’s the one that kissed you.”

  Funnily enough, I was not surprised that Clarissa had watched the video feed with enough attention to recall which one of them kissed me. “Oh, okay. Could you let me know when he wishes to meet?”

  Clarissa calmly says, “You bet,” and waves her hand dismissively as I turn to leave.

  CHAPTER 7: Two Days Later

  Leah took coyly to her new role as master of the house. She didn’t really know what it meant or how to act, but she noticed how the staff suddenly started consulting her on matters of the household, including where Steve’s business guests held their cognac conference, which is basically where they all gather to discuss matters within the “World of men.” They were closed conferences that Leah had no interest in learning about.

  So wrapped up was Leah in new role that she hardly noticed that her mother had been avoiding her. Steve must have had a quiet word with her mother, but about what was anybodies guess.

  Two sun hats, two sun loungers, a pitcher of juicy cocktails and two fancy glasses. There sat Leah and Stella happily giggling as they sipped their drinks in the sun. They were nestled in the oasis nook on the ground’s golf course. Clearly, Stella had been promoted from maid to casual friend since she was still in her uniform but not doing her job.

  “Hey” mumbles a voice from behind them. It was the Paul, the man that had been missing for two days. “Could I have a minute?”

  Without looking at him Leah says, “Yeah, whatever!” Stella excuses herself and makes her way back to the house with wobbly legs and a drunken smile on her face.

  “What do you want?” Leah casually enquires. Paul sits on Stella’s sun lounger. It is still warm with the heat of her skinny rump.

  “I was a bit of a dog,” he knowingly admits.

  “Woof” barks Leah sarcastically.

  “Can we be friends?” he says with a mournful look on his face.

  Leah, knowi
ng she has the upper hand, says, “Why? Have you been a naughty puppy?” she says flirtatiously.

  Paul, confused at her tipsy comment says, “Urm, yeah.”

  “Well that’s not good is it? And what do naughty puppies get?”

  Still puzzled, he replied, “Erm, sent to their kennel?”

  She jumps to her feet, dropping her drink on the grass and into the pouting greenery. She stands confidently with her hand on her hip, partially covered by her silk tennis shorts. “Naughty puppies beg,” she commands.

  Paul is confused further. He cannot understand why she is being so flirtatious. He rises to his feet and tries to play along. “Erm, woof,” he yelps.

  “No no” she whispers, “On your knees and beg like a naughty puppy.”

  Paul tentatively smiles, unsure if she is about to be cruel. He scrambles to his knees. Leah looks up to the sky and looks away from him with a sly smile on her face, “Now…beg puppy.”

  Paul plays along, puts up his puppy hands to his chest, shows his tongue and attempts to whine like a puppy.

  She enquires, “Now, what does a puppy do?” as she saunters tipsily over to him.

  “Erm, nuzzles your crotch.”

  She steps over and gives him a playful slap with three fingers. “No. A naughty puppy rolls over and plays dead.”

  Growing more confident that she is flirtatiously playing, he rolls over and puts his hands and feet in the air with a playful growl. Leah gets on all fours and sniffs his belly like a dog, nuzzling under his shirt before girlishly saying, “Woofers.” Paul becomes visibly aroused through his college-style shorts. Leah notices with a surreptitious glance and a sudden surge of sexual energy embodies her limber body. Through her sports top her nipples harden and she lets out a short but deep breath as she becomes more aroused.

  “Have you ever seen a female dog present to a male dog?” she says.

  Paul rolls over and looks at her as she scurries around the floor like a dog before wiggling her butt in the air, presenting it to Paul. He slowly crawls over and bites her shorts, pulling them down a little.

  She seductively hums, “Would naughty puppy like a treat?”

  He clambers to whip off his shorts, revealing his juicy hot cock stood tall and hard. He puts his hands on her pelvis, running his fingers along the top of her silky pink shorts. He pauses a second, almost expecting her to tell her to tell him to go away. He slides down her shorts over her toned and agile buttocks, and down her sweet and delicate legs. Her pussy is inviting, feathery and ready. He mounts her like a dirty dog and eagerly sinks his purple-headed cock into her pink and perfect pussy.

  She let’s out a short puppy yelp as he thrusts his cock into her, pushing apart her syrupy lips and deep into her--hitting the bottom of her vagina with sizzling glee. Like a red-butted monkey at a zoo, he primitively pummels away at her, slapping and sliding into her and bumping her sexy physique as he lathers her secret garden whilst it polishes his nob--tight and scintillating.

  Their intense personal workout is in full flow as the bushes rustle behind them. Twigs snap as footsteps approach. The electrifying mutual sounds of humming and moaning accompany their contorted bodies whilst the intensity of the dirty doggy fuck continues until their symphony of sound is halted by a collection of gasps emanating from behind them.

  Book Three

  Table of Contents

  Blurb

  CHPATER 1

  CHPATER 2:Leah Rubs Herself In Her Bedroom

  CHAPTER 3:Leah Is Beside The Pool

  CHAPTER 4:In The Secret Garden At Clifton Park

  CHAPTER 5:Midnight in the mansion

  CHAPTER 6:One Week Later

  CHPATER 7:Alone In A Mansion

  Blurb

  After a varied, scary, sexy and surprising few weeks, Leah now has to deal with a love-struck Paul and a step-aunty who is still being unnaturally nice to her. Will she and Paul be caught having sex? Will they start enjoying the thrill of being caught? And, is the newly rich maid Stella going to stick around after Leah gave her all that money? Will Leah fall for Paul, or will she always see him as a pointless waste of man-flesh that is only good for quickie sex?

  CHPATER 1

  Their intense personal workout is in full flow as the bushes rustle behind them. Twigs snap as footsteps approach. The electrifying mutual sounds of humming and moaning accompany their contorted bodies whilst the intensity of the dirty doggy fuck continues until their symphony of sound is halted by a collection of gasps emanating from behind them.

  The gasps behind them turn into quizzical mumbling. Leah and Paul quickly separate and pull up their clothes. Paul darts into the bushes, and nips between the trees, using them as cover like a US commando. Leah, still struggling and scrambling around on the floor to compose herself is confronted by her mother’s surprised face and Steve her step dad closely followed by two of his golf caddies carrying his golfing equipment.

  “What are you doing?” enquires her mother.

  Leah thinks fast, acts a little drunk, “Ooooooooh” she says drunkenly, “I lost my glass.” She lets out a gurgled giggle.

  Steve pipes up with an irksome tone, “It’s by your chair.” His golf caddies smile knowingly as they talk to the maids in the house and are well aware what Leah gets up to with Paul.

  Leah’s mother is not convinced. “Why are there two sun loungers and two glasses?”

  Leah stands up and wobbles in an attempt to appear very drunk. “I was, urk, I was drinking with Stella.”

  Leah’s mother looks ever more suspicious, but Steve pipes up with, “Oh, ha ha, no wonder Stella is in such a good mood.” His attitude is jovial, partially because he believes her and partially because he knows Clarissa holds her in high regard and considers Leah to be ruler of the house.

  Leah’s mother is still suspicious, but hides it well since she wouldn’t dream of contradicting Steve. She says, “Well…honey, don’t you think you had better go in now and take a bath? You are getting burnt and it’s only getting hotter” Leah faux-drunkenly smiles and wobbles off to the house.

  CHPATER 2:Leah Rubs Herself In Her Bedroom

  As I rub my lady garden, the idea of being caught seems far more exciting than I imagined. It has been so long since I have been this turned on. I still feel powerfully horny, I feel like a steam train without brakes.

  I am so close to cumming, my breath is getting shorter and my legs stretch out and tense up. Here…it…comes.

  In bounces Stella, happy and jubilantly to find out what happened with Paul and I. She blurts out, “Heyyya, what happened then?” It takes a few seconds for Stella the sexy maid to figure out what is going on.

  I quickly pull up my tennis shorts and sit nervously on the bed. My pussy is still throbbing; I was seconds away from cumming. Stella has a tipsy-embarrassed look on her smiley face. “Whoopsie,” she says with a girly chirp.

  I smile and half laugh, “It’s okay, but please close the door.”

  To my surprise, she closes the door and saunters over. She sits on the bed next to me and gently pushes my shoulders to the bed so I am laid down again. She holds me as she lies half on top of me and half not. Surprised, but still horny, I allow her to clasp my left hand and she pushes it back down my tennis shorts. I am not sure what to do, but she slowly blows her sweet warm breath into my ear and her lips drift across my cheek to meet my lips. She kisses me softly and feathery with her silky warm and slightly moist lips. I restart rubbing myself again as we sink deeper into a sensual heartfelt kiss. Within moments, I erupt in orgasm and finally the tension in my chest, the boiling feeling in my gut and the haze in my head clears as my body goes limp.

  Stella sits up and smiles at me. Moments pass as I catch my breath, unsure what to say about this new development. “What does this mean?” I ask.

  Stella replies, “That time you wanted to kiss me…I was so silly that day. I didn’t know you just wanted to be my friend…but now I do.”

  “But you are not lesbian,” I reply.


  “Neither are you, you silly moose, but I know what you meant when you said you like me.”

  To be honest, her attitude is perfect. I needed the release of a powerful orgasm, and to be able to go through it with her was an ambition come true. I sit up and cautiously ask, “Are you sure?”

  “Yes,” she says with her typically sexy smile. “You looked like you needed a little help.” She lies next to me as we both stare at the ceiling and she says, “Most people want to be my friend because they want something.”