My White Billionaire Bundle (BWWM Billionaire Romance)

by Claire Fenton

  By

  Claire Fenton

  “What’s that?” I said.

  “A tail plug,” Mr Stannis said. He flipped it around and I saw the other end. A silicone knob, the size of a small fist. “I didn’t call you a bitch as a derogatory term, Tina. Now where did I put your collar and leash?”

  I breathed in and out. My chest rose and fell, glistening with the sweat of the ferocious fuck session Mr. Stannis had just given me. My skin broke out in goosebumps from the cold air in the room.

  “I’m not going to regret releasing you, am I?” he asked.

  “No, sir.” I said.

  “Time will tell.” He released me from the bindings at my wrists and ankles.

  I fell back against him, his big strong frame holding me up like a stone wall. I could smell his sweat, his excitement. I felt the cooling slickness between us as I rubbed my body against his. “That was incredible. I’ve never…I’ve never done anything like that before.”

  “I know.” His hands came around to paw at my body, his mouth on my neck. His large body enveloped me from behind. He held the tail plug in one hand. “Are you curious about this?”

  “Yes,” I said, trying to keep my voice brave. I’d never put anything back there before, definitely not anything this massive. There was no way this could fit inside me.

  “Are you afraid of this?” he said, rubbing the plug end against the side of my face, trailing it down my jawline.

  “N-no,” I said. As soon as I said it, I knew it wasn’t convincing.

  “You’re putting on a brave face,” he said, sucking on my earlobe as he ran the plug down between my breasts. “Are you afraid because you had a bad experience once?”

  “No,” I said. My hand went behind me, my fingernails scratching the tops of his thighs.

  “Then you’re afraid of the unknown,” he said. He spread his legs slightly and his hard cock pressed up between my legs. “That’s the most natural form of fear, but it’s also the easiest to overcome. For instance, you were afraid of of cock when you first saw it, weren’t you?”

  “Yes,” I said, closing my eyes. I concentrated on his massive manhood spreading the flesh of my thighs, our cum making it slip through slickly. “Mmmmm,”

  “And,” he said, dipping his hips low and angling his cock up towards my slit. He brought his hips up and the head of his cock rested against my lips. “Are you afraid of my cock now?”

  “Please,” I said, squirming. I tried to drop myself downwards onto his prick.

  His other arm pinned me against him and I couldn’t lower myself.

  “Answer,” he said through gritted teeth. He rubbed the head up and down my wet pussy. “The,” he said as his purple crown pushed against my sore clit. “Question.”

  “No! I’m not afraid!” I said, yearning and frustrated. It was one thing to tie me up and give me the best fuck of my life. It was another thing to tease me while I was still ready to go.

  “Then why don’t we work on your fear of this, then?” he said. He stepped back from behind me, his cock slipping free from between my thighs. He held the tail plug out to me. “Hold this.”

  I took it from him. It was heavier than I thought.

  “Know it,” he said, watching me. His erect cock pointed down towards the floor, like a pale sword. “Make the unknown familiar. The kind of person that can do that is the rarest type of person. The kind that can overcome that inherent fear.”

  I hefted the tail plug in my hands. I squeezed the plug end, and it gave easily. The tail end of it was a bundle of braided threads a foot long. It smelled of saddle leather and oils. “It’s nice.”

  “It’s nice?” he said, his head tilting slightly. “It treats you well? It holds the door open for you? Laughs at your jokes? Nice like that?”

  I shot him a dirty look. “It’s well-made. It’s expensive,” I said. “And it matches the collar and leash.”

  His jaw dropped a fraction of an inch then snap shut. “Very good. How did you know?”

  “You wouldn’t have poorly made or cheap toys. That goes without saying. As for the last part, it smells of leather, so I suspect it’s kept with a leather collar and leash,” I said. I swung the tail around by the plug. I watched how the tail swished in the air as I moved it left and right. The idea of doing that by shaking my butt was enticing.

  “And suddenly, the dreadful becomes the exciting,” he said as he walked up next to me. He bent down and kissed me on the lips softly. “As much as I’d love to spend more time educating you, I’m afraid we need to bid each other adeiu.” He took the tail plug from me.

  “Why?” I said. “I’m having a wonderful time. Don’t you want to play some more?” I ran a finger down his hairy chest.

  “There’s time for play and there’s time for work. Soon it will be time for work,” he said.

  “But you’re not on anyone’s clock. You don’t have to go to work if you don’t want to,” I said, my hand grabbing his length.

  He grunted. “I’m not talking about me,” he whispered in my ear. “Denise won’t be pleased with either of us if I send you back too sore to work.”

  “What?” I said. I dropped his cock. “Why do you care what she thinks?”

  Mr. Stannis sighed. “Like I said before, this place is an oasis for me. My own eccentricities aren’t lost on me, Tina. So when I find a situation that works, I go to great lengths to keep it that way.” He looked down at me. “Denise is a part of that. I’ve been coming here for years.”

  “Have you fucked her?” I blurted out. I felt my face flush, my skin electric. I couldn’t believe the heightened sense of jealousy I was feeling over this.

  “You know the way out,” he said, turning and walking out of the room.

  —

  I slid my cardkey through the slot and entered the staff room that had been assigned to me. It was dark, and I could see my luggage resting against one of the chairs at the back of the room. So this would be my home until Denise decided my fate.

  Just thinking about that woman made me angry. She pitted the other intern, Maggie, against me, making it clear that there was only one position open. We had two weeks to prove who was going to be the best employee. The other got the boot. And through it all, I had to consider that she was fucking Mr. Stannis.

  Was she? He didn’t deny it. But he didn’t confirm it either. Why did I care so much? So many questions, and no answers were going to come to me here and now. I walked into the bathroom next to me, leaving a trail of peeled off clothes as I got into the shower.

  The hot water poured down from the overhead rainshower fixture. It felt so good to scrub myself down, clear off the smell of sex and stress. I was just going to focus on my job, and whomever Mr. Stannis wanted to fuck, that was his business. I’d never been able to turn off my feeling before, but I had to learn someday.

  Might as well be today.

  I turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing a towel and drying myself while I walked back into the bedroom. In the darkness my foot hit a bag on the floor and I stumbled forward onto the bed, landing on someone.

  “What the shit?” a high pitched voice cried out.

  I recognized that voice. Shit.

  I hit the lightswitch on the wall.

  Pulling the covers back, a very pissed off Maggie was glaring up at me. “What’s your problem?”

  “Huh? Nothing,” I said, wrapping the towel around myself. “Am I in the right room?”

  Maggie began to laugh, “Oh, did you think you’d get your own room? That’s adorable!”

  “Shut up,” I said, walking over to my luggage. I pulled out my pajamas and slipped them on.

  “We should set up some ground rules. At the very least, we’re going to be roommates for the next two weeks,” she said. “Then you’ll be back to small town obscurity, trailer parks and meth labs,” she added under her breath.

  I crossed my arms. “Ground rules. Fine.”

  “First, if you aren’t going to come in
by midnight, you sleep in the hall. I need my beauty sleep,” she said as a matter of fact. She gestured to her face.

  Shit, was it past midnight? “Fine,” I said.

  “Second, clean up after yourself. I’m not going to bunk with a slob,” she said, pointing back towards the bathroom.

  She had a point. “Fair enough,” I said, realizing for the first time that there was only one bed.

  “Third, I don’t want to be your friend, and I definitely don’t want to be your cuddle buddy,” she said.

  “Excuse me?” I said. “What are you saying? You think I’d want to cuddle up with you? Don’t flatter yourself!”

  “Good, then we’re both on the same page. Now go clean up your shit, and be quiet about it.” She turned the light off and crawled back in the covers.

  She had horrible manners, but her rules were reasonable. This would be a long two weeks, and hopefully we’d be out of each others hair during the whole time. Sure, we were competing for the same job, but there was no reason we couldn’t be civil about it.

  A good night of sleep was just what the doctor ordered.

  —

  “Why the fuck are you late?” Denise said as she glared at me. The front desk was immaculate, polished hardwood reflecting the soft glimmer of the rising sun outside. “You slept eighty feet from this desk. How is it possible that you’re late?”

  “Uhh,” I said, pulling out my phone. “I’m sorry, I thought I started at 6am. It’s 6 now.”

  “It’s 6:01. You’re late,” she said, looking me up and down. “Don’t be late again.”

  “Yes ma’am.” I didn’t have the energy to argue. Maggie was a restless sleeper, and at least twice I woke up to find her arm draped over me. If I didn’t know better I’d think she had been trying to cop a feel. When I woke up this morning, she had already been gone.

  “Tell me how things went with Mr. Stannis,” Denise said, going over her appointment book in front of her.

  My stomach flipped. I wasn’t ready for that question. “Things went fine.” Please leave it alone. Please.

  Denise softly chuckled. “Tina, tell me everything.”

  “It’s none of your business. I did as I was instructed,” I said, looking away.

  “So it was just business. A staff member seeing to the needs of a client? Nothing more?” she said.

  “Exactly. It was fine,” I said, relieved.

  “Then you won’t care about what he told me,” she said, an eyebrow going up.

  “What did he say?” I said.

  “Details first,” she said.

  I wasn’t sure how much I should disclose to her. Was she using me as some kind of toy in a game with him? If he already spoke with her, though, how much could it hurt? “I went to his suite. He had me put on a blindfold. Then he…”

  “He what?” she said.

  “He spanked me. Then he tied me up to a rack of some kind.” The words just poured out, and my face felt hot with embarrassment. But there was something else there. Something about this most private thing being made public. It was a turn on! “He had clamps. Clamps for my nipples.”

  Denise's face was stoic, like unmoving stone. I could’ve been reading her a shopping list or the elemental table. My dirtiest encounter, laid out in detail, and she had a poker face. Or she just didn’t care at all.

  “Then we had sex, and then I left,” I said. It was somehow liberating to say it all out loud, instead of carrying it around like some kind of forbidden secret.

  “He came?” she said.

  “Yes,” I said.

  “Where?” She was fast.

  “Inside me,” I said.

  Denise gave a little nod. “Well, Mr. Stannis said he wanted me to give you something.” She handed me a small box from next to her ledger. “Now go splash some water on your face and get back here in five minutes.”

  I high tailed it to the nearest bathroom. I locked it behind me, and put the box onto the vanity. I opened it. Inside I found a small rounded plastic tube, like a large pill. It had thin bands of fabric attached to it, and when I held it up I saw that it was some kind of G-string.

  A note fell out of the box. I picked it up:

  Tina, your education continues. Put this on. You will wear it all day. Any time I think of you, any time I’m bored, I’ll send a text message to a specific number and buzz your clit. If you give Denise any trouble, I’ll give her the number. I’m sure she could find some websites she could post it to.

  -Sir

  My pulse was racing. This was nuts. This was beyond crazy. I was just some kind of toy for him, something to play with? I wasn’t going to take this. He had some nerve.

  But then I thought about what he said. About being afraid. Was I afraid of this because it would hurt me? No. I was afraid of it because I didn’t know what would happen. I could run from it, but that wouldn’t conquer the fear.

  Teeth gritted in determination, I took off my pants and underwear and slipped on the device. It had a concave groove, cupping my hooded clit like a glove. I slipped my panties on over it, then my pants. I felt it press up against me, more intimate than any inanimate object has a right to be.

  I splashed some water on my face and checked myself in the mirror. I looked at the time and bolted out of the bathroom. I didn’t want to be late again!

  —

  “It’s a little odd to have a woman bellhop,” the ancient man said. His eyebrows were like long pine branches covered in snow. Hair crawled out of his ears and mixed with his white neck hair. Eww. Eww. “Back in my day they had strong young men do this job. The women stayed at home. Better days.”

  “Well, times change Mr. Hockens,” I said, all smiles. I struggled to pull his huge luggage down the hall. It must’ve been made of wood and brass. It weighed fifty pounds and had a single small handle on the side. I wheezed, lifting the suitcase enough to drop it six inches ahead of me. “You come prepared, don’t you?”

  “Oh, if I have to travel, I like to travel a certain way. My wife always cooks me a big casserole, and I just pack it into my luggage,” he said, slowly ambling next to me. “And I bring my own water, of course. A few gallons.”

  I looked over at him. “You have a casserole and gallons of water in this suitcase?” I heaved it another six inches.

  “Well, I’m not going to trust anything cooked in a New York kitchen! They have immigrants here!” He seemed to be very upset at this revelation.

  For a split second I was sure I could murder him in this hallway and make it look like an accident. Pick him up and throw him down the nearest laundry chute. He probably weighed less than his fucking water and casserole filled suitcase.

  “Taking a break dear? Well, I guess I should expect it to take longer when there’s a woman handling it,” he said.

  “Now wait one-“ I began. A strong thrumming sensation filled my lower half as the device against my clit came alive. No device this small should’ve been able to buzz this hard, but it did. I felt it in my toenails. I gritted my teeth and leaned against the wall, my legs turning to jelly.

  “Take your time, deary. I don’t hold your deficiencies against you,” he said.