Billionaire Romance: Royal Island Yacht Club

by Jennifer King

  “I’m an extremely boring merchant banker,” replied Sean in a self-deprecating tone.

  “Boring?” Julianne rested her chin on her upright palm. Why do say that?”

  “Because I feel I’ve told you my life story.”

  “Come on, there’s gotta be more to your life than that.”

  “I make money, I drive fast cars, I wear expensive suits, and I belong to an organization that allows me to freely mingle at private functions like this one.”

  “What organization? The yacht club?”

  “Well,” Sean uneasily turned his head from side to side. “Joining this club allowed me entry into the Royale Island Yacht Club, let’s put it like that.”

  “But you can’t tell me anything more than that.” Julianne inquired bluntly.

  “If I did, I’d have to kill you.”

  “Ah, that’s the answer the conspiracy people warned me about!”

  “Well I wouldn’t kill you. I’d hire somebody to take you out.”

  “Is this how you normally flirt?”

  “Come on, this is me on my best behavior.”

  As the two appeared to find common ground in dark humor, Julianne and Sean clinked their glasses. Julianne inched forward.

  “Would you like me to tell you a little something about me?”

  “I think I have you figured out.”

  Julianne tilted her head in shock.

  “Well now I know you haven’t flirted in a while.”

  “I don’t need to flirt.”

  Affronted, Julianne crossed her arms.

  “Okay, smart guy. If you have me figured out, tell me a little something about myself.”

  “Well, I know you’re not a member and I know you’re not supposed to be here.”

  Julianne gulped hard.

  “How could you possibly know that?”

  “The women who come here, either because they’re members or because they’re paid, do not talk about the things you’re talking about.”

  “What? Conspiracy theories and hitmen?”

  Sean nodded.

  “Okay so I’m not like most women. Its 2016, Sean. We’re not all alike.”

  “I’m not saying these women aren’t interested in those things. But we don’t talk about those things at the Royale Island Yacht Club. We’re here to get away from the world.”

  “I can see that,” acknowledged Julianne.

  “I’m guessing Mr. Erickson didn’t clue you in on how things work around here.”

  “Now wait a second,” Julianne swallowed hard on her drink in order to work up some additional nerve. “I just came here from a yacht where the second we hit the water, everyone – and I mean everyone – was getting their clothes off and fucking each other’s brains out. All over the yacht. It was like something out of Ancient Rome!”

  “Yes,” Sean nodded. “The rumors about our lifestyles are true!”

  “Apparently.”

  “Well, anyway, if they can have an orgy out in the open then I shouldn’t have to worry about the way I’m conducting myself.”

  “Touché, Julianne.” He continued drinking. “I like you. You seem like the type of girl who gets what she wants.”

  “Well, when you come from the dull and dreary world I live in, at a certain point you’re going to get fed up.”

  “Really? I wouldn’t know. I’ve only ever known a life like this.”

  Julianne looked at Sean as though she had encountered her first extraterrestrial. She had never known anyone who was born into this kind of extravagant wealth before. These were two planets circling around each other—a torrid dance of intertwining planets endlessly orbiting but never colliding.

  “What’s it like?” Julianne asked seriously.

  “I’m not sure I understand the question.”

  “What’s it like to live in a world where everything you want is at your disposal? You snap your fingers and whatever you desire is right there in front of you.”

  “I suppose I’ve never thought about it,” Sean mused. “It’s all I’ve known and all I care to know.”

  “Sounds fantastic,” replied Julianne.

  “It is.” Sean confidently declared. He moved in closer. “So if I’m to understand the situation correctly…Ben Erickson wants to watch you and I have sex. Is that right?”

  Julianne raised her eyebrows affirmatively.

  “It would appear so.”

  “How do you feel about that?”

  “Excited,” Julianne replied. “And nervous.”

  “Nervous?”

  “Well, it would be my first time.”

  “And that turns you on?”

  “Yes it does.”

  “You know, I have a sneaky little idea.” Sean motioned Julianne to lean in. He whispered, “Let’s watch someone else do it.”

  “You think so?”

  “You have to learn to embrace the voyeur perspective. If you’re going to allow yourself to be watched, you need to first watch yourself.”

  Julianne let this novel idea gestate in her mind.

  “Well, I guess it’s no different from watching porn on my laptop.”

  “I think you’ll find this infinitely preferable,” Sean nodded before surveying the area. Julianne looked around with him. They simultaneously witnessed Shannon lead Simon into another room.

  “Oh there’s that Shannon woman!” Julianne commented.

  “So you’ve been acquainted?” Sean observed. “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if we asked.”

  “What about Ben?”

  “We’ll find ‘Ben’ when the time comes.”

  Sean grabbed Julianne’s hand. The couple made a beeline for the Victorian-fashioned hotel suite in which Shannon was currently embracing Simon. Sean opened the door. The cougar and her prey were halfway through a kiss when a beam of light flashed into the room. Shannon grimaced at Sean.

  “Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” She asked in a brusque tone.

  “Sorry love,” said Sean. “My understanding was that you liked to be watched.”

  Shannon noticed Julianne. Her disposition warmed.

  “Hi, Julianne. How does the evening find you?”

  “It’s one hell of an evening,” replied Julianne.

  “And you’ve come to watch me? Is that right?”

  “That’s right,” said Julianne with a slight quiver.

  “Well then. Make yourselves at home.”

  Sean led Julianne into the suite and shut the door. They slipped onto the settee and relaxed in the dimly lit boudoir. They were silent participants in Shannon’s carnal dance.

  Simon was the first to disrobe. He cast off his clothes without paying them any heed. Shannon was facing away. He rested his throbbing bulge against her oval backside as he unbuttoned his trousers. The erect member bounced. A shiver was sent down Julianne’s spine. There it was: another man’s hard cock getting ready to penetrate a woman she had only met about an hour before. Julianne was breathless. She was on the edge of the seat.

  Julianne watched as Simon carefully removed Shannon’s dress and disrobed her until she was wearing nothing but her underwear: a three-piece black lace garter and thong set. Shannon was a goddess, and Simon was her obedient sex servant. Shannon assisted as Simon tore his own garments off his erect body. She licked her lips. He stepped back and threw himself onto the bed. Shannon prowled toward Simon as though she were his strict, but passionate, tutor in the erotic arts. Her tongue slinked out of her jawline and lapped up his throbbing bell-curved cock. She rolled her skull around the shaft, as she worked his dick into a lather. She practically devoured him, and she savored every slurp.

  Julianne wasn’t exactly discreet when she reached up her dress and started playing with herself. She was no longer concerned with Sean’s worries about Royale Island Yacht Club etiquette. If anything, Julianne prayed that Sean would notice so she could get this potential orgy going as quickly as possible.

  So her fingers playfully rubbed against her cl
it, as Julianne watched Shannon sit atop Simon’s face. She stared with desire, as she watched Simon scratch along Shannon’s thighs, while lapping up her vagina like a thirsty dog. When Simon could no longer muster up any cunnilingus, he threw Shannon down to the bed and slipped his stiff dick into her creaming wet pussy. Shannon grabbed onto the bedpost and coiled her thighs around his pelvis. He stroked inside her, drilling as far into her as he was capable. Julianne pictured Sean holding her down as she screwed her just as firmly and thoroughly. Julianne’s fingers moved away from her over-stimulated clitoris and made their way inside the snatch itself. Julianne caressed the inner walls with such desirous force that she blurted out a curt moan.

  Shannon looked over to find Julianne jerking herself off while Simon made love to her. Sean was looking down at Julianne with his arms folded. But Shannon found the faux pas endearing and laughed. This was a red flag for Sean, who grabbed Julianne’s wrist and dragged her away from the voyeuristic gaze.

  Julianne felt like she’d wandered into a sultry sauna by mistake. Her back staggered into the wall. Sean stood before her, his jaw dropping to the floor.

  “Julianne,” Sean gently began. “Somehow I don’t think the ambience of the Royale Island Yacht Club is rubbing off on you.”

  “Oh, I beg to differ,” winked Julianne.

  “Luckily, Shannon seems to like you.”

  “What the hell are you so worried about?” Julianne huffed.

  “Well, this club may not seem very impressive to a girl like you,” explained Sean without a hint of irony. “But this organization is my livelihood. And you, you’re a common girl who happened to wander onto the Olympian by mistake.”

  “Excuse me,” Julianne stepped forward. “I knew exactly what I was doing when I climbed on board that yacht. I knew exactly what I wanted and I’m going to do whatever it takes to get it.”

  “And what is that?” Sean glanced at Julianne feigning detachment.

  Julianne held Sean by his finely sculpted cheekbones and kissed him passionately, burrowing her tongue into his throat without care or regard for any passersby still clinging onto warped notions of good taste. Overcome with lust for his new catch, Sean lunged into Julianne and pushed her back into the wall, as he kissed her hard in return. He grabbed her hand. Once again, Sean led Julianne away. They found the nearest available boudoir and spun inside. He locked the door.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Julianne and Sean appeared to reject Shannon and Simon’s mannered approach to sex when they tackled each other onto the bed with wanton, animalistic abandon. Julianne rubbed herself against Sean’s thighs, as he mauled her lips and tongue. Sean took especial pleasure in biting hard onto Julianne’s lower lip. She gasped and rapturously flared up her eyes in delight. They frantically threw their clothes off their body without a care for the cost or value—Sean possessed enough in offshore accounts to replace their entire wardrobes multiplied by a thousand. But in this particular moment, Sean was not a refined playboy as per his greatly rehearsed presentation. He was a panther. He clawed into his prey, who was charmed into acquiescing to her predator by his wealth-bound strut.

  As Sean went down on Julianne, she felt as though a soapy cyclone was whirling and rotating around her pussy. I feel like I’m being fucked by the young Ben Erickson, thought Julianne in passing, as he ate her out like a hunger striker diving headfirst into a buffet table. Julianne had to be honest and admit to herself that the feeling was exhausting.

  “Sean,” Julianne gasped as though she were coming up for air, “I’m wet enough.”

  “What?” Sean looked up.

  “I said I’m wet enough. I just want your cock.”

  Sean coolly nodded. He rubbed his long and slender hard-on across her snatch in order to test out the wetness.

  “You are wet enough,” Sean acknowledged.

  “I know,” Julianne nodded with slight irritation, as she signaled with her hands that she demanded his entry.

  Sean started by arching his back as he penetrated Julianne’s pussy. He lifted her by the pelvis and screwed her in some distorted variation on a tantric sex position. Julianne looked at Sean over her breasts and noticed the nipples becoming tight and hard. She began to rapidly thrust back into him. She played with her clit once again, as Sean pulled himself backward, still deep inside Julianne. She adjusted herself over his cock and started to ride him. She began by rocking slowly up and down his shaft, while guiding him to rub her clit instead. Julianne’s breathing grew long and drawn-out. She looked down at Sean and was overcome with a desire to screw his brains out. So Julianne locked her hands down over Sean’s thighs and grinded into his throbbing hard cock. She was determined to bang the strange formalities of her lover by banging him senseless. Sean was powerless to do anything but lie back, keep on rubbing Julianne’s clit, and enjoy the ride. The more she rubbed her, the more excited she became. When she climaxed, a torrent of her cum surged into Sean’s exposed crotch. Ever the gentleman, Sean finished last.

  After Julianne collapsed onto the mattress, she turned to Sean.

  “So,” Julianne smirked. “How about that?”

  “You certainly know how to bring out in the beast in me,” sighed Sean.

  She kissed him sweetly and rested her head on her bent elbow.

  “What do we do now?”

  “I suppose,” thought Sean out loud, “we should find Ben.”

  “I think I’m going to need a little while to cool off,” replied Julianne frankly.

  “We have all the time in the word,” smiled Sean. “Rest your eyes for a bit, get yourself a drink, and relax.”

  “Thanks. I won’t need a whole lot of time.”

  “Well I certainly hope not.”

  “And as soon as I’m ready, how about I find you and Ben?”

  “I’ll grab him now and bring him up to the South Entrance. As soon as you’re ready, why don’t you meet us there?”

  “I’ll be there soon.”

  Sean left Julianne with one more cool kiss before slipping back into his suit once again. There wasn’t a speck of sweat or grime to be found on the gentleman; you would never guess that he’d finished with a tryst only seconds earlier. He blew Julianne a kiss and made a polite egress. After the door slammed, Julianne rubbed her thighs up against the silk linens and sighed luxuriously. All she required was a quick battery charge before she’d be ready to explore her sexuality more deeply.

  Ben Erickson had recently joined a trio of like-minded businessmen in watching Simon plunge deeply into Shannon from behind, while she buried her soft moans into pillows. Sean Black quietly stepped inside and surveyed the scene. He recognized Ben from the side. He pointed at Ben and motioned. Burn turned. Confused, he followed Sean into the hallway.

  “The two of them have the most fascinating dynamic,” Ben observed. “I don’t know what it is about them; it’s like they have this psychic connection. I will never, ever understand it.”

  “Beats the hell out of me,” Sean replied with detachment.

  “Anyway, what did you want to tell me?”

  “Follow me. I could do with a drink.”

  After they grabbed a round of scotches, Sean took Ben down to the South Entrance. The two lit up cigars and stepped outside.

  “Julianne seems quite eager to sleep with me while you watch,” Sean bluntly broached the subject.

  “Is that right?” Ben smiled.

  “How do you feel about that?”

  “Well, I say there’s no time like the present.” Ben replied while patting Sean on the shoulder.

  “She’s really something, that Julianne.” Sean remarked. “Have you done her yet?”

  “As a matter of fact, I have.”

  “We just finished about five minutes ago. God, she’s wild, isn’t she?”

  “Wild?”

  “Unbelievable.”

  “You do realize,” Ben began before taking a pause, “that as soon as I’m finished watching her, I’m going to be in the mood for a
taste myself. I trust you have no issues with that?”

  “Of course not,” Sean smugly replied. “This is the Royale Island Yacht Club. I couldn’t care less.”

  “Where is she?”

  “She’s cooling off in one of the rooms. I told her to meet us as soon as she can.”

  Sean stared into the sea and sighed. He turned to Ben after the brief silence.

  “It’s a shame she isn’t a club member.”

  “I think we’ll have to make her a club member, won’t we?”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Sean, you know how much they value the secrecy of the club,” Ben continued as he lowered his voice. “If Julianne saw the wrong thing, she’d be dead. The only other way is to buy her into the club.”

  “You are correct, Mr. Erickson.” Sean cleared his throat casually. “The question is, which of us is going to buy her entry?”

  “I think we should wait for the lady to decide, don’t you?”

  “Well then maybe I should find her.” The pace of Sean’s speech patterns quickened.

  “Why?” Ben motioned in a nonchalant fashion, while proudly fingering his cigar. “There’s no hurry. The boats don’t sail back for another…what, twenty-two hours?”

  “You’re not taking the dawn trip?”

  “Of course I’m not getting out of here at dawn, are you crazy?”

  “You don’t find it a little dull after a while? Nothing happens out here except for the usual.”

  “Uh-huh. Why do you think I like it here so much?”

  “I love it,” Sean replied. “I’m distracted easily, that’s all.”

  “I don’t think Julianne is the kind of woman who will wait around for a man of distraction.”

  “This is no ordinary woman, Mr. Erickson. You and I both understand that.”

  “Well then. You shouldn’t have any problem with taking the day off like the rest of us. Hell, I just might take two days off if I feel like it. Allow the trip to take its course. They know where to find us if there’s an emergency.

  Sean froze with disdain.

  “Come on, Sean. It’s getting late. I’m looking forward to this. I think it’s going to be sexy watching her sleep with another man. And I’d like to make sure I have enough energy to benefit from the situation later on. So what do you say? Let’s call it a night.”