The Billionaire Bastard: A Billionaire Second Chance Romance

by Hart, Romi

  “Well…that all depends. Do you want me to tell you or show you?”

  “Show me,” I answer a little too quickly, but staring at him in wide-eyed excitement.

  “I have to strip you now. Don’t be afraid.”

  I lift my arms, allowing him to slowly remove my business jacket, off the arms, forearms and elbows. But when he goes for my blouse, he rips it apart in dominance.

  I smile and huff, very turned on at the feeling of my blouse ripping, exposing my lacey lace bra. He’s insatiable…he rips the flimsy bra piece in half unburdening my round bouncing breasts and leaving me breathless.

  He even rips my skirt apart, embracing his animal instincts and getting me completely nude so that he can inspect me. Every time he hums, it sends shivers up my spine.

  He pulls down my black thong, just barely covering my pussy. I’m already wet as he puts his fingers against the front of the thong. He lifts my leg to remove my shoes and stockings, right before gently guiding me to the table.

  My own breathing turns shallow and unsteady as he puts his fingers all over my body, kissing me, then clasping my breasts, feeling my natural fullness.

  I sigh as he puts two fingers into my pussy and pulls out a smack of wetness, drying himself on the pubic hair.

  Just as I begin to get a little too comfortable, I noticed the entire room seemed to be vibrating. It was dark and not easy to see around me, but he managed to pin me down to the top of the table and strap my naked body in good.

  “Do I call you master?” I say, as he bounds my wrists and ankles in tight straps. He pulls my limbs in tighter, not letting me move an inch. He wants me completely bound and immobilized. A thrill comes over me as I realize I’m at his mercy.

  He shakes his head and smiles and makes sure I’m comfy but frozen. He is an experienced “dom” that’s for sure. He runs his fingers all over my trapped nude body and hums, only building more anticipation.

  He walks over and grabs something else from the dungeon wall, something I can’t make out from this vantage point. But no doubt a kinky toy he wants to show off!

  “Now you defiant young thing, I’m going to find a way to shut that smartass mouth of yours. This is a device called a clit shocker. Whenever I push the button…”

  He demonstrates, pushing the device onto my bare clit and snapping the soft ends of the device down, so that it snugly embraces my most tender spot.

  He brings out a remote control button and then clicks it, sending a small electrical surge into my clit, leaving me flinching and instantly dizzy.

  “It’s not just a shocker or a vibrator…but actually simulates a man’s tongue licking you…multiplied by a hundred. It’s very high-tech. I guess you could say billionaire playboys get the special catalog for the newest toys.”

  Oh God! My clit buzzes and I can’t do anything but moan in ecstasy. I shoot my pussy upward and then fall back down, little tremors bouncing through my body.

  “Keep going?”

  “Yes! Yes!” I beg him, feeling it a second time. My clit swells up and becomes super sensitive but it only sends me into a wiggling orgasm. Jesus, this orgasm is so different! It’s like involuntary…my whole stomach quakes and my clit throbs, fully exposed to him.

  He clicks me again and I scream, held tightly in place and feeling the aftershocks of instant orgasm.

  “OOhhhhhh God” I mumble, as my pussy heaves up and down as my angry clit gets pleasantly tortured. I can’t move…and yet I don’t want it to stop.

  “All you have to say is STOP and I will,” he reminds me.

  But all I can do is lick my lips at him, craving his every perversity, wanting more.

  Another click and it pulsates mercilessly, like a vibrator orgasm, but with more building passion and stinging static that makes me squeal.

  If only I could grab my hair, or cover my face, or even tense my body…but all I can do is take another CLICK and curl my toes in orgasmic frenzy.

  “Don’t fake it now,” Simeon says deviously.

  “I never fake iiiiiiiiiiiit!” I scream, unable to even speak a sentence without cumming.

  “Resist and you only torture yourself more,” he says, but all I can do is stick my tongue out at him and looking at him like a rabid animal, desiring more clit torture.

  He presses it again and I explode internally, finally unleashing a loud scream.

  I love the feeling of being tied down…all I can feel, all he allows me to feel, is my pussy jutting out and my clit being pounded so hard it flees back into the cave. I pant, gasp for more oxygen.

  “You’re faking aren’t you?” he says, taunting me with an evil little grin.

  “Nooo nooo nooo!” I beg him.

  “Want me to stop?”

  Suddenly a mad grin appears on my face and I writhe around, my naked body wet for more torture. “No, no, no…more…I want to feel it all.”

  I watch in glee as he brings out what looks like nipple clamps.

  “Not just a nipple clamp but a special new toy that both vibrates and sucks the nipple. Allow me to demonstrate.”

  He puts both clamps on me and to my surprise they feel warm and gentle.

  But just like the other toy, as soon he activates it, it feels like oh so wonderful torture.

  “Mmmmmmm! Gawwwddd!” I scream, feeling the intense nipple sucking and squeezing all the way down to my clitoris and pussy. It’s way too fast and hard to be a man’s mouth. It’s electronic and unnatural…but it makes me cum again. I scream in a frenzied voice as I start spilling wetness all over his tabletop. But I’m too mad with sexual rage to even blush or giggle.

  Sighing and panting, another orgasm builds slowly, setting my body on fire.

  I watch in fascination as he starts looking through his toy collection located besides the table. I can’t believe my boyfriend has a sex dungeon! It’s just as wild and insane as I thought…and yet I want more.

  He smiles as he takes evil joy in showing me the object of my torture. This time it’s a large black vibrator with nubs, and an angled shaft for the deepest G-spot plunge.

  “This toy has been specially designed for disobedient smartass girls like you.”

  “Mmmmm yeah,” I say, shuddering and wiggling out my stress, nodding for him to keep toy-fucking me.

  He pushes it in and finds my G-spot, making sure the toy is nice and snug.

  “Are you going to take all the other toys off of me?” I say, referring to my nipples and clit which are still ready to shock.

  “Oh no,” he says, “this is the best part. All three toys zapping you at once. But don’t worry…you can’t die from an orgasm. Or two…or five…or ten.”

  True to his word, he “zaps” me again, but this time strong charges coming from all three toys and all of my erogenous zones. My head falls back in exhaustion as my pussy gets slammed right in my G-spot. My clit gets zapped and makes my whole body quake. My nipples are being sucked so hard…

  “Ohhhh God this feels so good,” I mutter, gazing into his eyes and seeing only a heavenly glowing figure that I think is his silhouette, an angel of pleasure.

  “Is this…this what you do…” I barely utter, since the big shaft of the new toy is slamming so hard against my vaginal wall, right in the sweet spot that makes me so wet.

  Is this what you do to all those other girls? Fuck them like mad until they fall in love with you?

  For once, my relationship anxiety is not enough to overpower my selfish pleasure. I orgasm again—right now—right as I’m thinking of him fucking other girls!

  “Ohhhh SIMMMM!” I barely manage to sing, as that infernal torture device fucks me like mad, sending surges all over my wet pussy.

  “Ohhhh shiiiit!” I moan, “What are you doing to me?”

  “Say stop.”

  I almost do it. But I resist. I want to keep cumming! I want all the worry fucked right out of me!

  He continues clicking the clit shocker, making me engorged and making me come from two distinct orgasmic tr
iggers. Ohhhh sweet lord, all I can literally do is curl my toes and roll my eyes back, begging for this to stop…but not daring saying a safe word.

  I cum so hard and scream so loud I scare myself! I unleash this ghastly, primal scream as I feel my whole body burn and spark. Everything is arching, tensing, and I’m begging for release…begging for this to be over. But I’m not saying a word.

  My eyes are blurry and waves of pleasure shoot through my body. I see only angelic lines, halos and beautiful patterns of light. Then I fixate on his eyes.

  “Nod if you’re finished,” he says softly.

  Part of me wants to keep going…but I decide to nod. I’m drained. And I’m falling far too hard and fast for him. He is god, he is angelic…this is not normal thinking! Oh God I think he fucked me into a slave trance!

  “Say something,” he said, as he unhooked the bondage straps and released those evil little sex toys from the future.

  I giggle softly as he hands me a blanket to cover up with. Good…I feel strangely cold and yet sweating.

  “I…” I finally manage to speak. “I can see why the dungeon is a girl’s favorite room.”

  I wake up to a beautiful sunset…in human form. His eyes are like clouds, his face like the sun. His smile hits me like sunlight on a lovely spring day.

  “Morning,” I mutter, still blinking myself awake, closely tucked in between the bed and his naked body. We spent the night in his mansion last night. And it sure is nice to wake up to a castle and the best boyfriend in the world.

  I look forward to his every touch, his every sexual game. We fuck, drink, sleep it off and bid goodbye…and yet I can’t quit this thing we have. I love Simeon’s body…I appreciate his muscles and angelic physique as I undress him slowly, exploiting his body and treating him like the piece of meat he wants to be.

  Part of me thinks he’s is the biggest egomaniac in the world. He probably has women throwing themselves at him every day…and yet he only wants me. I’m the one woman he tries so hard to love.

  And yet I also recognize, very clearly by now, what a pervert he is…and how little I really care about all that “pervy” stuff. I want him to be horny and happy. I want him to push me, to push us, to our limits. I want him to lose control and take me beyond my comfort zone. He is a pervert, yeah, and has confessed to me that he thinks about fucking me nonstop and especially thought about fucking me when we weren’t together and I was married.

  But then he turns around and says something like.

  “I want you…I want you more than just sex you know. I want you in every way…so bad that it hurts inside.”

  I had to take a “Power Nap” after that last dungeon experiment, though he gladly welcomed me to his private bedroom. But we ended up falling asleep all night!

  Even now, I just want to lay here in bed, with him, gloriously nude, wanting this moment to last and last.

  “And when I’m around you…” I say with a smile, “I really don’t know when to stop.”

  My virginal innocence has been gone a long time, but even my cerebral innocence is lacking, now that I’ve let this billionaire man-child have his way with me.

  God I just want to hump Simeon’s leg right about now. He looks so sexy, all clean and debonair, like a movie star.

  “You look so beautiful,” he says. “I’m sure glad I got to nail that sexy business woman from the office last night. I was fantasizing about her for a long while.”

  “Oh yeah? You just wanted to screw me at work? Bad boy. How lame…I wanted to screw you in the dungeon. Even way before this.”

  “Like when I mentioned it the first time?”

  “Maybe not at that moment,” I giggle. “But over time that thought kept coming back to me.

  He sinks his hot lips down to my chest, sampling my cleavage and breathing hot breaths down into my breasts. He cups my breasts jiggling my tits around…not so much horny but playful, intimate, like a married couple who have rediscovered the joys of sex. God, what I feel for this man…

  “You unleashed the animal inside of me,” I say with a smile.

  He is definitely a breast man, since I can’t even pull him away by the hair.

  “How long have you been waiting to fuck me?” I ask, gazing into his soulful eyes.

  “Since I met you,” he groans back.

  “Perv!” I scream. “Even when I was married to that loser husband of mine?”

  “Yes. Sex dungeon fantasies. I didn’t have the dungeon back then but I definitely had the blueprint.”

  We laugh.

  “You know…I really should go back to work and stop taking so many sick days.”

  “Don’t care,” he says cockily. “I want you all to myself and they can’t have you.”

  “Easy for you to say, I work there!”

  “So I’ll buy your company,” he says, kissing me again. “You’re the prettiest girl this side of the world. You got diamond eyes, luscious lips, meaty ass cheeks and the best tits in the world.”

  “Mmmm,” I reply back, rubbing his face. “That’s what I like to hear. And if I wasn’t deathly afraid of being fired, I’d return the favor. But I think we better get our clothes on and stop fucking like animals…I mean at least long enough so we can eat breakfast!”

  “You are…definitely not vanilla. You’re a wild cat,” he says with a smirk. “And you’re becoming more like me,” he says proudly.

  “I’m a closeted perv,” I admit. “Well, you got me. I can’t resist our little games…”

  “Nothing little about that,” he says with a wink.

  “And I’m only kinky when I meet the right guy!”

  I kiss him with passion. All this mad orgasming and yet I still can’t get enough. I desire him a little more each time, and especially when hours go by when I can’t have him.

  I start to climb out of bed…I really ought to get my day started. Too much bedding and dungeon play is the opposite of adulting!

  But this time he grabs me by the forearm and stares me in the face. He prevents me from leaving, just as I start to roll out of bed.

  “I want you to move in with me,” he says, this time meaning it.

  “Ah,” I say retreating. “…You know I don’t want you to feel like you have to say that.”

  “I really mean it this time. I was scared the first time, but now I’m ready.”

  “Why?” I say curiously.

  “Because I know I’m in love with you. Fuck, I’ve always been in love with you, Denise. I proposed to you, remember?”

  “Hmmmm,” I reply, retreating once again and looking away, trying to roll out of bed and get away from this questioning.

  “What now?”

  “I think we should talk about what Zander said.”

  “He lied. That’s just Zander being a dick as always!”

  I turn away and pull the blankets with me, suddenly feeling a draft. “We haven’t even talked about what he said,” I reply. I stare him down feeling the biggest wall I’ve EVER felt.

  “There’s nothing to say,” he replies blankly.

  “So discuss it! What did he mean about Sarah?”

  “She was my first girlfriend. I was unfaithful to her, in heart, but NOT in body. But I stayed with her, didn’t I?”

  “Why didn’t you tell me that she…you know…left us?”

  “She’s still around.”

  “No, she’s not,” I say to him, dueling his eyes, which makes him angry.

  “I told you not to believe Zander.”

  “Come on, honey, I looked up the records myself. You know it wasn’t your fault.”

  “Ah, well, people die. We all die, there’s nothing we can do it about it. I had no idea she was dead until, you know, he told me. Or you told me.”

  He can’t lie very well, but he can’t admit the truth. I gaze into his eyes, begging him to reach out to me. I try not to blink. I sigh and fall back to my side of the bed. If only I could help him…the way he needs to be helped.

  “I hav
en’t even thought about her in years,” he says. “She was kind of weird, crazy, you know. She cheated on me too, you know. But like a sucker, I tolerated it. But hey, I guess everything happens for a reason. She was a smart girl too.”

  I stare at him…speechless.

  “Anyway…I want to eat a big breakfast today,” he says with a smile. “And then I want to pleasure you for hours. Tantric orgasm, no wait, Tantric DUNGEON orgasm, even better. That’s what I want to give you. Just hours of orgasming, that’s what you deserve for being so pretty! I know what you’re thinking…I learned how to be a Tantric master when I visited India.”

  I smile when I see how peppy he is. For a sadsack of a guy he does seem really happy when he’s with me and when we’re getting down and dirty. My presence seems to bring a little light to his dark outlook on life.

  “I will teach you the ways of forbidden love!” he says, badly imitating an Indian accent.

  “That sounds great,” I reply, mirroring his manic enthusiasm.

  “I can’t help it…it’s such a beautiful day and I have a girl in my bed! Life is beautiful, isn’t it?”

  “You said it honey,” I say, smiling so hard I want to cry.

  Chapter 12

  Denise

  I admit, honestly communicating with Simeon is nearly impossible. I am “with him” again, I do love him. And yet I’m beginning to think fucking is really the only way we CAN relate to each other. He doesn’t want to talk about the truth. And I don’t want to pull it out of him. But he seems really happy when we’re spending time together.

  Worse yet, I can’t READ his books anymore, not with the same naked admiration as I once had when reading them. Because now I know too much about him. I know his thoughts, his prejudices, his denials. I know so much about him that every little word hurts.

  I always thought, somehow, that if I finally UNDERSTOOD Mister Hollock that everything would make sense. Everything would melt away into a beautiful fairy tale. But no, the more truth I get from him, the more it burns.

  But I know that I’m in love with him. I love him beyond everything…even beyond that stupid guilt complex I had with Mickey. Simeon doesn’t abuse me, he would never hurt a hair on my head. But he’s hurting himself.