Billionaire's Playmate

by Chance Carter

  I let out a little moan at the feel of his hand touching my inner thigh and that only seems to make him want more. I can feel him tugging at the black thong I always wear on nights out “just in case,” and I sit up a little so he can take it off easily. I can feel the anticipation growing inside me, and need him to touch me. If he doesn’t I might actually explode.

  He slowly moves his hand up between my legs, parting them slowly, and moving onto my inner thigh. He looks down at me and slowly licks his thumb before running his fingers up my leg.

  “I’ll start off slow,” he says, and I feel his cold thumb ghosting over my exposed lips. Then he—

  “Oh,” I have to vocalize it, the small circles and gentle pressure on my clitoris. I, I can’t focus, it feels so nice.

  I start to pant a little and he laughs. It’s like a gentle hum, but the way his lips graze against my ear sends shivers up my spine.

  “You’re so wet…” he whispers as I feel his finger slide through my lips and oh, his finger is inside me, moving in and out, gently teasing.

  I wish I could make him pay for this, but it feels so good… I can’t move. My toes curl and my inner goddess sits quietly enjoying the pleasure this incredibly attractive man is providing.

  Joe kisses my neck and occasionally bites softly, just to make me twitch. He presses harder with his thumb and I writhe under his touch.

  “I bet you taste sweet,” he whispers to me, “like raspberries.”

  My eyes are closed as I enjoy myself. I try to move my hand over to his lap, wanting to pay back the torturous pleasure. I want to feel his hard cock in my hand.

  I manage to find his thigh and move my hand slowly up to find his—OMG—huge hardness! He moans in my ear as I stroke him.

  Is that even going to fit if we—?

  “Oh Joe,” I can’t help moaning, as he speeds up his hand and I feel I must be close now.

  The car stops and so does Joe. Dammit, this is my dream, isn’t it?

  “Shall I walk you to your door?” he asks, removing his hand from between my legs.

  “Uh, yes!” I go to pick up my panties, but he stops me.

  “You’re not going to need those,” he says, taking them from me and placing them in his jacket pocket.

  He steps out of the limo and invites me into my apartment. Walking around with no panties under my skirt and being this dripping wet, I’ve never felt so naughty and he loves it.

  We step into my living room and I pull him over to my sofa, where we crash down with him on top of me. He presses his body close to mine and I can feel how hard he is. Gosh it feels so good!

  He kisses me passionately and starts to stroke my breasts. They are so sensitive. He kisses down my chest and kisses my nipples through my shirt. I moan louder and pull him back up to kiss me before trying desperately to remove some of his clothes.

  I have to have him now.

  How is it that one man can be so sexy? It’s like, I don’t even know what to do, where to go first. I want it all, all of him at once.

  He pulls down his pants and looks over me hungrily, it’s like he can’t even wait to get our clothes off before he forces himself between my legs.

  “Oh, Joe!” I cry out, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him close to me.

  He starts off slow, penetrating me deep and passionately kissing me. I can feel his hands all over my body. I wonder how this feels for him? Everything feels so tight and his cock is so big!

  Suddenly he lifts me up and stands, I wrap my legs around him and he holds me in place, lifting my hips a little as he thrusts up into me.

  “Do you like this?” he asks, as he heads over to the door to my bedroom.

  “Uh, I...” I’m struggling to speak, between moans my words become jumbled and confused. All my mind can focus on is the pleasure. He holds me up by my hips and presses me against the door making small movements with his hips, taking care to hit all the right spots.

  I love that he knows what he’s doing, he knows how to please a woman. I moan and tighten my grip around him, as he kisses my neck and bites down a little harder, causing me to dig my nails into his shoulder.

  “Would you like to take this to the bedroom?” I whisper to him.

  He growls in response, lust totally taking him over. I bet he can be much more of an animal in bed, making me feel things I’ve never felt before.

  He places me down on the floor again and opens the door to my bedroom, I grab him by the tie and pull him over to my bed, slipping off my skirt in the process.

  I fall back on to my bed and he positions himself between my legs, first kneeling down at the edge. He gently kisses and nibbles my toes. I can’t help but giggle at how much it tickles, but he continues, eventually moving to my ankles and up my legs. He kisses my inner thigh and I grip my bed sheets tightly, the anticipation is killing me.

  Slowly he licks all the way up through my lips until he gets to my clitoris. I can’t help biting my lip and squishing up my face, the mixtures of pattern and pressure making me dizzy.

  “Just as I thought,” he says, “you do taste sweet.”

  He continues to pleasure me and I quickly remove the last of my clothes, wanting to feel his skin next to mine.

  Again I pull him up by his tie and he admires my bare chest, grinning wildly. He massages my breasts, occasionally kissing and sucking at my nipples. Ugh Joe, why are you torturing me like this?

  I remove his shirt but leave his tie, I quite like having him on a leash. I pull him up to kiss me again and slowly lick over his top lip. He shivers and returns the gesture, silently requesting access to my mouth.

  We deepen our kiss, our tongues dancing together, and I can taste coffee on his tongue. While distracted and caught up in the passion of the kiss, he grabs my hips and pulls me close to him, penetrating me again, causing me to moan and arch my back. I think he likes that, I can feel his body tense next to mine, his skin feels so soft.

  I pull his body close as he speeds up his thrusts. My bed is squeaking and he moans in my ear. I wonder if my neighbors can hear anything. Screw them, I’m enjoying myself for once and they can’t do anything to spoil it.

  “Oh Joe, I wish we could do this all day,” I say.

  “You can have me any time you want,” he replies, “Do you want me to cum for you?”

  “Yes, Joe! Cum for me!” I shout.

  He speeds up again and we get caught up in our passion, I can’t help crying out in pleasure over and over as he pounds into me, hard and fast.

  But where, does he want to cum inside or on me? I bet he’d love that. Getting to finish on my breasts… claiming me as his own. I would like that, too.

  Actually, yes. Yes, I would really like that! It’s so naughty. I want to be your little slut, Joe. Just for you, all nice on the outside but naughty in the bedroom. Would you like that, Joe?

  He grabs me tightly and his muscles tense all over his body. Is this it? Are we going to finish together? Oh yes! I can’t wait, I, I—

  Joe?

  I wake up suddenly and sit up in shock, panting and sweaty. Right, dreaming. Gosh what time is it? Oh God, I’m going to be so late! I’ve only got about ten minutes to get showered and get there. No, no, no! Dammit. He’s going to think I’m such a mess, he’s going to be so mad at me!

  That dream… I’m not going to be able to stop thinking about it when I see him. All I can think about right now is how much I want him to punish me for being such a naughty girl.

  I need a cold shower.

  Chapter 6

  Ella

  So, I’m finally here, traffic was hell and now I owe that cab driver way more than I can afford. I swear cab drivers know when and where the traffic is the worst and all the longest routes, just to get more money from you. I pay him and he grins at me. It’s more of a leer but I don’t have any time left to reject him so I throw my money at him and run to Joe’s house.

  Before I can even knock, he opens the door, looking very flustered and dressed in a
nice suit.

  He is so handsome. Just like he was in my dream. I can hardly hide my blushing, but maybe he thinks I’m out of breath from trying to get here.

  “I’m sorry there was traffic and—”

  “Oh Ella, thank God you’re here. I’m so late, they moved the meeting up, and I couldn’t get hold of you to come any earlier. I’m so sorry that I’ve got to rush off, but my driver is here to pick me up. Marnie has a list of everything you need to do today, and here are the keys in case you decide to go out. Again, I’m sorry I have to rush, have a good day!” he quickly shouts, as he goes running off to meet his limousine.

  “Uh—see you later?” I say.

  He waves at me before shouting at his driver, and then disappears down the street, leaving me standing in the doorway. Well, at least he wasn’t mad at me. It was hard to pay attention to everything he was shouting about due to the residual effects of my dream. All I could think about was the cock under those expensive suit pants.

  Come on Ella, work mode! Just put it out of your mind, you can’t be distracted like this. He’s your boss.

  I step inside his house and close the door behind me.

  “Um, Marnie?” I shout, and I swear I can hear my voice echoing, “It’s Ella, your dad just left for work.” I shout up the stairs, it’s pretty early so she may still be asleep.

  “Hi,” Marnie says from behind, startling me.

  “Gosh, Marnie. You scared me.”

  “Dad says this is the list for you,” she says, handing me a piece of paper, “and that I get to boss you around.” She tries to avoid eye contact with me on the last sentence.

  I narrow my eyes at her, “Did he really say that?”

  “Maybe?”

  I raise one eyebrow at her and continue to stare, a technique that served me well at school. I can tell when a little one is lying to me and they know it.

  “Okay, no. But he said I can ask you to make me food whenever I want!” she says, trying not to giggle.

  “That sounds a little more like it. Would you like some food now? I could make you pancakes if you’ve not had breakfast yet?”

  I can see how much wider her eyes get at the mention of food, so it is clear she hasn’t eaten yet.

  “With maple syrup and butter?” she asks. I can already see her getting excited.

  “If you’ve got it, I’m sure that would be great!”

  Marnie giggles and runs off to the kitchen.

  This is good. I can do this. We’re going to have a great day.

  * * *

  Marnie peeks up over the counter at the huge stack of pancakes placed in front of her. She looks up at me, I nod to her and she stares back at the pancakes again.

  “And they’re all for me?” she asks, her eyes following a trail of melted butter as it drips down the sides.

  “Yep! If you think you can handle it.” I grin back at her.

  “Can I ever!” Marnie excitedly jumps up on to her chair, picks up her fork and starts digging in like a ravenous little animal.

  I laugh a little and decide that now would be a good time to go over the list that Joe left me.

  First is to make sure she eats. I look over at her and she has a bit of maple syrup in her hair, so I think I have the first item covered. Next, is to make sure she does her homework.

  Homework? What kind of homework could a seven year old have? Wait, what was I doing at seven years old? How many years ago was that? Seventeen? Gosh, I’m getting old. And Joe is like what, thirty-six? He probably thinks I’m a teenager. A little girl with a crush on her teacher. How embarrassing!

  I look down at my small plate, suddenly not feeling particularly hungry.

  “Are you going to eat those?” Marnie appears beside me, sticky and excitable. I look over to her plate and she has indeed finished hers already.

  “Go for it, kiddo.” I hand her the plate and she eats them almost as quickly as she did the first ones.

  “So,” I ask, “What have you got to do for your homework?”

  “Well,” she gulps down her mouthful and takes a deep breath, “We have to write about our family, and also learn how to spell some words.”

  “Well, that shouldn’t be too hard.”

  “No, not really, it’s super easy,” Marnie shrugs.

  “Okay. Would you like to get started on that after breakfast then?”

  “Yes! But who’s going to do the washing up?”

  I looked over at the small pile of dishes I’d used to make breakfast, “Well, I suppose I will be doing that, won’t I.”

  “Okay!” Marnie hands me her empty plates and rushes off to the living room.

  As soon as I gather up all the plates, my phone starts to ring. Am I allowed to take personal calls? It could be Joe. What could possibly have gone wrong? Work needs him and they need him to move back to the city? He’s got cameras set up and I’ve done something wrong already?

  No. He wouldn’t have cameras, would he? That’s weird… right?

  Oh right! Phone. It might be important. I check my phone and it’s just Cameron. I sigh to myself as I answer the call and balance my phone on my shoulder while I do the dishes.

  “What is it?” I ask her.

  “Hey! How goes the first day?” Cameron asks excitedly.

  “Cam, it’s barely been an hour. All I’ve done is make breakfast.”

  “Awesome, have you spoken much to Joe yet? Is he there?”

  “If he were here do you really think I’d be talking to you?” I roll my eyes, glad that she can’t actually see me, “He left for work before I really got a chance to talk to him. He was late or something.”

  “Damn. Well, have you snooped around his house yet?”

  “I’m sorry?”

  “No! You have to! Snoop around his house and find out what he’s like! You know—like boxers or briefs—I have to know!”

  “Why? And why do you think I would have access to his laundry? I’m not his maid.”

  “Ooh, I bet he would like that little outfit if you were.”

  “Shut up, Cam.” I try not to laugh. Hopefully my overactive imagination won’t incorporate a maid’s uniform next time I go to sleep.

  “Fine then, you are officially no fun. But, if you do have a little snoop around, please, please, PLEASE tell me exactly what you find out about him! I have to know if I’m right.”

  “I’m going now, Cam!”

  “Okay! Bye, bye! Love you! Please tell me everything!”

  I hang up the phone and slip it back into my pocket. She is a ridiculous woman. I mean, why would she want to know that kind of stuff about someone she’s probably never going to meet anyway? Oh Lord, next she’ll want me to introduce them? Ha.

  No way am I going to do that.

  The dishes are done. I should go and check on Marnie.

  As I walk into the living room I’m greeted by Marnie who is sitting crosslegged on the sofa holding a notepad and thoughtfully chewing on the end of a pen.

  “You know, that’s a really bad habit you’ve got there,” I say, sitting down next to her.

  “What? I’m not doing anything!” she throws the pen down.

  “I remember a kid in one of my classes used to chew pencils. We had these little packs of coloring pencils and his favorite color was red. So in every pack of those pencils, the red one always had teeth marks.”

  “Ew!” Marnie shouts.

  “I know! Hardly anyone would ever want to use the red pencils because they knew he’d been chewing them. It would make for a very interesting Christmas coloring session!”

  “Daddy says my mom used to do it, and that she had a lot of nervous habits before she went away.”

  Oh crap. She looks upset, I didn’t know his wife died! Quick, change the subject!

  “Well, you’re alright to chew your own pencils. But remember to think about others. If someone borrowed your pen would you want it to come back chewed?”

  She picks up her pen from the floor and warily eyes the teeth
marks, “No!”

  “Exactly. Plus you don’t want it to become a habit, because the thing about habits is that sometimes they aren’t that easy to break. Now, how’s the homework going?”

  “I know how to spell everything. But I’m just wondering what to write about—”

  “Well, what have you got so far?” I try to take a look at her work, but she snatches it away.

  “I haven’t finished yet! You can read it when I’m done!”

  “Uh… okay, Marnie. Are you going to be okay here if I leave you for a moment while I do a few of the things on this list?”

  “Yes! I’ll come find you when I’m done,” she smiles while hugging the pad to herself so I can’t see it.

  She really does make me laugh. I get up and take another look at the list.

  Laundry.

  Great, I guess I am his maid! He’s left a little note next to it.

  I made Marnie clean her room last night before bed, so everything should be in the hamper.

  Of course. Marnie’s laundry, not his. I awkwardly laugh to myself as I start up the stairs. I look over to Marnie and see her scribbling furiously away on her pad. By the looks of it from this angle, ‘I’m not finished yet’ actually means, ‘I’ve not started yet.’

  Marnie’s room is a little ways up some stairs into the attic, and of course is the one with her name on the door. I remember when I had something like that, though it wasn’t nearly as bright and sparkly as hers.

  Okay, I’ve just got to go in, grab the hamper and head to the washer. Don’t get distracted by what is clearly the open door of Joe’s bedroom.

  I stand in the corridor. Dammit, Cam. Why are you doing this to me? I wasn’t going to, but now? Now I feel like I have to. Okay fine! Just a quick little sneak peek, and then back to laundry.

  I quietly head back to the stairs to see if Marnie is still working. She has the TV on and is watching cartoons. Okay, that’s fine. I’ll get her to do her work later, but at least now she’s distracted.

  Joe’s room. I stand by the door and gently kick it open a little further. His room is really nice. Monochrome, but that makes it look really posh.