Dating The White Billionaire (BWWM Interracial Romance)

by Skye, Lena

  “Yep, even though that word kind of sucks as a safe word,” she grins.

  “Well, I like to be as straightforward as possible and there is no confusing that word.”

  I rise and walk to the ottoman that doubles as a storage device. I lift it up and pull out a bundle of rope, and a silk scarf. I leave it open because I know that I’ll be using more of the contents shortly.

  I stand in front of her and place my hand on the back of her neck and pull her towards my mouth.

  “I’ve wanted to do this all damned night,” I say before I kiss her pliant lips.

  Her lips part slightly and I probe her mouth with my tongue, pulling her in so that I can deepen my kiss. My free hand trails down her back to palm her thick ass. It feels like all of the blood in my body is racing to my cock. I grind against her as I take advantage of her plush mouth.

  Coming up for air, I place my hands on her arms and place some much needed distance between us.

  “Okay, we need to get started and you were very clear about what you want, and I don’t want to disrespect that”.

  “You’re not disrespecting me at all, I’m enjoying myself.”

  “That makes me so happy to hear, now close your eyes for me.”

  She shivers a bit as the cool breeze hits her exposed flesh, and her skin slightly puckers. I can see her dark nipples pebble beneath the lace. Her body is so damned beautiful. I grab the silk scarf and place It around her eyes, securing it firmly in a bow at the back of her head.

  “I must really like you, because I don’t even want to complain about you messing up my hair.”

  I give a hearty laugh, “So it’s true, black women are really serious about their hair?”

  “Hell yes, it takes a lot of work and money to get it to look like this. So if you mess it up, you’re paying for it,” she says with a laugh.

  “That’s a price that I will be more than happy to pay,” I say as I playfully smack her ass.

  She lets out a mild yelp, “So didn’t see that coming.”

  “That’s the whole idea,” I say. “Now take my hand and walk with me. I love the way that you look in those heels so you’re going to keep those on for me.”

  I lead her to the pillar in the middle of my deck. I grab the rope and secure both of her wrists firmly in front of her, making a small loop in between her wrist. I raise her arms and place the loop inside one of the latch hooks that I’ve had imbedded into the pillar. Her face rests against the smooth wood. I walk directly behind her and rub my hardness against her ass, as I trail kisses from her ear, down her neck, and to her shoulders.

  “I don’t think I will ever get enough your skin,” I say gruffly.

  “Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

  “Do you want to end this?”

  “No, it’s just…different. So far I’m doing fine.”

  “Okay, just remember that if you want to stop, I will.”

  She gives me a silent nod of her head as she impatiently shuffles from one foot to the other.

  “Open your legs wide for me, stick your ass out.” I command as I slip my hand in between her thighs, pushing them apart. The skin in between her thighs is so supple, and I stroke my thumb against the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh.

  I elicit a low moan from her lips and I continue my exploration. I bring my hand higher and graze her warm center before I bring my hand up over her ass and up the center of her back. I can feel her shudder beneath my touch as she relaxes against the beam. I grind against her ass again as my hands sensually assault her breast through her bra. I lightly massage her fleshy mounds and flick my thumbs against her erect nipples. I catch her by surprise and pinch the between my forefinger and thumb.

  “Oh fuuuuccckkk,” she moans as she arches her back deeper and rocks her ass against me.

  “You like that huh?”

  “I love it.”

  I whisper in her ear, “That’s a good girl.”

  Stepping away from her, I go back to the ottoman and grab my suede flogger. I can’t wait to use it against her flesh. I want to see the kind of response that her body will give me. Looking at her is almost painful because my throbbing in my pants is so difficult to ignore.

  “It’s time for your preview, I’m about to flog your plump ass. Take nice even breaths, and enjoy it.”

  I stand squarely with my feet planted firmly on the ground. I stand up erect and proud so that I can hit the fleshy part of her ass with precision. I raise my arm and hold the handle as if I’m the king of a castle. Holding the tails of the flogger with my other hand, I gather them into my palm and tug gently against my hand that’s holding the handle. Gently dropping my arm downwards, I release the flails. It hits exactly where I intended and her gasp is enough to urge me to continue and I repeat the action. Her entire body jumps, she leans down, and once again gives me access to her ass.

  I grab the tails again and mimic my actions with more speed. I begin an unrelenting assault on her ass. Her moans grow louder and she begins to squirm.

  I put the flogger down and put place my hand on her ass. Her ass is nice and warm; I deliver a smack to her rear end with the flat of my hand before I rubbed it.

  “That was amazing,” she pants. “I never thought that I would enjoy something like that.”

  “You would be surprise at things you can find to be enjoyable.”

  I place my fingers at the clasp of her bra and slowly unhook it, giving her time to refuse me. She remains silent; I remove the straps from the garment, and allowing it to fall to the floor. I reach up and unhook her arms, turn her body around to face me, and secure her hands in place above her again.

  Her mouth is open as she pants for air. I respond immediately by taking her breast into my mouth and suckling on it greedily. My earlier need to go slow is completely escaping me. She cries out passionately, as her head thrashes from side to side. I place my hand firmly against the wet mound between her legs and begin to massage her with the palm of my hand through her panties. She’s so fucking wet its killing me. I want to bury myself deep inside of her.

  She begins to writhe against my hand; I move her panties to the side.

  I probe her folds with my middle finger; she’s already wet and slick. I dip my finger into her tight wet heat, and her knees buckle. Her pussy is so tight, and it contracts around my finger as I plunge deeper and wiggle it towards her g-spot.

  “Yeeeeeessss, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

  I pull my finger from inside of her and put it to her lips. She blindly laps up all of her juices from my finger before sucking it deep into her mouth. My dick twitches in response and I can feel my pre-cum oozing out of the head of my cock. I pull away from her and walk to my seat.

  I sit and watch her as her confusion takes over. She doesn’t know where I am or what I’m doing. I remain silent.

  “Kyle?”

  “Yes Camille?”

  “Where are you? What are you doing?”

  “Our preview is over, did you enjoy yourself?” I ask in a tone that’s cooler than what I actually feel.

  “I’m so horny; please don’t leave me like this. I need to cum.”

  “I promised you a preview and I told you that I wouldn’t take it further than that unless you begged. If you want me, then you know what you have to do.”

  “Are you serious?” she asks in disbelief.

  “As a heart attack,” I respond.

  She then goes silent. She bites that bottom lip again as she thinks it over. She inhales and begins to speak.

  “Can you fuck me please?” she says timidly in a voice so low that I can barely hear her.

  “What was that? I can’t hear you, you’re going to have to speak up.”

  “Fuck me please, please fuck me,” she says again with a little attitude. I can tell that begging isn’t something that she usually does. It’s something that she will have to get used to because there is a lot of it in her future.

  My dick tells me that her
pleas are good enough. I feel triumphant because I’ve conquered a small part of her and she willingly gave herself to me. I walk over to her and unhook her arms. I slowly unravel the rope from around her wrist, and massage her flesh as the blood flow returns to her extremities.

  “Follow me,” I say as I grab her hand and lead her inside. I tug at her panties and she steps out of them.

  “I’m going to help bring you get on your knees”.

  I support her body as she lowers to her knees. I walk away and go back out to the ottoman to grab a condom. On my way back in I unbuckle my belt, and remove my shoes, pants, and boxers. My 8 inch cock springs up and it’s ready for action. My fingers tremble as I open the foil packet and sheath myself.

  “I’m sorry, but I don’t have it in me to go slow right now, this will probably go pretty quickly so please don’t hold back.”

  I kneel behind her and spread her legs wide as I position myself between them. Placing my head in the middle of her back, I bend her over the large firm pillow. Her ass presses against my erection and I feel like I’m going to erupt already.

  “Fuck, you’re so damned sexy.”

  I place the head of my cock against her tight entrance and I plunge deep inside. Her entire body convulses.

  “Oh my god!, You’re so fucking big,” she cries out. Her pussy has my cock in a death grip and I give the both of us time to adjust. My forehead begins to sweat as I take deep breaths and try to focus on lasting.

  I grab her ample hips and pull out before thrusting deep into her wet goodness again.

  “yessss, again...again,” she sobs.

  Her cries flip a switch inside of me and I begin to pump my pulsating cock into her furiously. She bucks against me a few times and then her pussy spasms uncontrollably and her floodgates open. Looking down and seeing my dick covered in her juices as I fuck her tight pussy pushes me over the edge. My balls tighten, and I erupt inside of her like a volcano as I plunge deep into her one more time.

  I collapse on top of her body. We both lay in silence for what seems like minutes. I turn my head and nuzzle her neck before getting up. I untie the silk scarf from around her eyes and lay on the floor next to her, pulling her down to lay on top of me. Her body molds perfectly to mines.

  I honestly can’t remember the last time I’ve wanted someone so badly, or that I came that fast. She has brought something out in me that I never knew existed. I push down my feelings of fear and enjoy the moment.

  “We’re going to have to do a lot more of that,” she says, “But not tonight, because you wore me out. I don’t think you know what you’ve started. I’m going to want to get that treatment all the time.”

  “There is so much more where that came from. You have no idea.”

  “I’m looking forward to finding out,” she responds as she leans up and kisses me on the lips.

  She lays her head on my chest and I stroke her back as we drift off to sleep on my plush floor.

  #Chapter6

  “Maybe I’m just dick drunk.” Camille

  **

  The last week has been a whirlwind. Is it possible to fall for a man so quickly?

  If someone would have told me two weeks ago that this would be my life, I would have slapped them and called them a liar. Well, maybe I wouldn’t have slapped them, but you get the idea. Kyle and I have been pretty inseparable since our first night together. It’s crazy that we’re this comfortable with each other this fast. At least that’s the way that it feels. I’ve been pushing the rational part of myself to the background and just living in the moment. Who knows how long something like this will last.

  He seems to love taking me shopping for underwear. We were in La Perla for over an hour and he was very particular about the things that he wanted to see me in. I have to admit that he has amazing taste. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt so sexy, and so expensive. His wallet knows no boundaries. I don’t like feeling like I’m being paid for so I make sure to keep my request to minimum. I just genuinely enjoy his company. Me with a rich white man, I feel like the god of romance made an error but I’m not complaining at all. I just feel sorry for the white girl that got the man that I was supposed to have.

  Our romance aside, I am doing really well as his personal assistant. I’ve shocked him by securing two new clients that have been on the fence. I’ve visited them at their office personally and I always come bearing gifts for them and their assistance. People are a lot more likely to talk to you when you bring a smile, and free stuff. Learning this industry is no different than learning the drug industry. At the end of the day, everyone wants to make money. The key is to reinforce the idea that Kyle’s company can bring them profit. In this economy people want to hold their money close to their chests and are a lot less likely to gamble it, and that’s pretty much what investing is.

  It’s always great to see the astonished look on their faces when they meet me face to face. No one expects me to be a black woman. They quickly try to cover up their surprise and I allow them to make a graceful recovery. In a week I’ve already gotten gifts from companies that are trying to get in front of Kyle. This personal assisting thing isn’t bad at all.

  On the other hand, Amanda gets more cantankerous every day. I don’t really know what her problem is because I’ve been nothing but nice to her. Maybe she feels as if I’ve stepped on her territory. I imagine it’s hard to watch me working directly with Kyle’s clients while she’s still serving coffee and picking up dry cleaning. However, that’s not my fault. She should take that up with Kyle.

  I’m currently sitting in Kyle’s office, creating his schedule for the upcoming week. He rarely lets me sit at my own desk. I find that odd, especially since he doesn’t want anyone to know about us. I’m sure that most people do know, but they’re too afraid to say anything to him about it. He is not the kind of man that you walk up to and ask about his personal business. He can be intimidating, and I’ve learned to respect him even more this past week. Any man that can make me cum as many times as he can deserves my respect.

  My friends have been calling me like crazy because they know that I got a new job, at a ‘fancy place’ downtown. I try to answer their questions as honestly as I can without telling them all of my business. It seems like every time one of them calls me, I’m out with Kyle. Maybe I’ll call them later today and have the long conversation they’ve been craving.

  “Oh, I should have known you were in here,” Amanda says snidely as she enters the office.

  “Yeah, you would think that you would come to expect it by now,” I respond in the same tone.

  Hey she started it and I’m not above the occasional cat fight. I’m tired of her snobbish attitude and if I don’t deal with it directly, she’s only going to get worse.

  “I must say Camille, you’ve been looking pretty good since you’ve been working here. Your clothes have upgraded tremendously from the time you’ve interviewed. What’s changed between then and now?” she asks with fake interest.

  “A huge part of me is wondering why that’s any of your business. I also wasn’t aware that you watch me so closely. I think you like me.”

  “You’re okay, but I’m sure no one likes you as much as Kyle does. Is he the reason that you’ve gone from rags to riches within the week.”

  That bitch! See, if I go west side on her then I’ll probably be arrested and that’s the only thing that’s keeping me from grabbing a handful of her hair and thrashing her head against the desk. I have to just thrash her with my words instead.

  “No need in denying it, I know what kind of relationship you have with Kyle and I think it’s pathetic,” she spat. “That’s the only reason he hired you.”

  “I guess I should aim to be more like you. I hear that you have impeccable coffee making skills. You never mess up his order at the dry cleaners, and his car is always clean. You did a really job of getting it detailed. I hate to fuck in a dirty car, and with you around, I won’t ever have to. Screw you, you are just a glorified m
aid.”

  Check mate!

  The look on her face contorted into one of shock, hurt, and rag. I know that I hit her where it hurts. I usually don’t like to hurt people’s feelings but that felt damned good.

  “I could have had the position being Kyle’s personal whore if I wanted to. I chose to decline and make my money the honest way. You’re one of many; I’m actually worth his time.”

  Wait, he offered her the same thing? My face visibly dropped.

  “Oh, you didn’t know?” Amanda says like a shark that smells blood in the water. “He didn’t tell you about Charlotte, Kelsey, or Deborah? Sorry to break it to you honey, but you’re nothing special. In the end, they leave, and I’m still here. Just like I’ll still be here after you’re gone.”

  I set my face like stone and cover up the fact that she’s gotten under my skin.

  “I’m not going anywhere, and you obviously know that as well. This is why you’ve been acting like such a bitch to me. You’re trying to push me out, but it won’t work. You’re nothing to me.”

  “I’ll get you out, just like I got rid of Charlotte. I’m going to give you a chance to walk away with a little bit of dignity, but if you continue to stay around. Things are going to get pretty ugly and fast,” she says.

  “Bring it on, you don’t make me nervous and know that it works both ways.

  Amanda turns on her heels and storms out of the office. Who does this girl think that she is? I can’t stand bullies and it’s insulting that she believes that she can overpower me. She has met her superior this time, and I’m going to see to it that I make her life miserable.

  I sit in silence as I feel steam coming out of my ears. I asked him about Amanda and he said that it was strictly professional. What he didn’t say was that he wanted it to be more than just that. He didn’t lie to me but he didn’t offer me the entire truth either. I know that I can’t really be upset about his past and I should have known that it’s something he’s offered others in the past. He did hint at the truth even if he didn’t emphatically state it. Now, that I know Amanda wants him and that he wanted her in the past, my stomach is in knots. What’s to keep him from sleeping with her? He and I never agreed on being exclusive. Now that I think about it, do we really even have much of a relationship?