SAFEHOUSE (A BWWM BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE)

by Mia Caldwell

  “Relax Savannah. Let me show you what to do.”

  If this wasn’t right, I was ready to be wrong. Graham gripped my head with both hands and pulled me down, burying his dick inside my mouth, driving me to bob up and down on his meaty length. He was controlling me, fucking my mouth with every little thrust of his hips. As he released the tension I didn’t stop. I was attacking his cock, letting it hit the back of my throat before sliding back out to my plump lips, then repeating the process again and again.

  “God damn,” Graham whispered, throwing his head back. His encouraging sounds and the way he gripped me tightly were driving me even wilder. I let the dirty little southern girl inside of me out to play, slurping and sucking along his length as he held my chocolate colored locks. A little voice was inside my head asking me what the hell I was doing, but I knew full well what my body wanted.

  His cock was delicious and all I wanted to do was stay here enjoying the long thickness as I took him from swollen head all the way to the root. I wanted to blow this man’s mind and show him exactly how in control I was, but before I could get my fill, he pulled me off with a satisfying pop.

  “Beg for it,” he said sternly, holding me just out of range of his ungodly cock. A shiver of desire rolled through me. I couldn’t tell you where I was or why I was doing this, all I knew is I wanted more of this man.

  “Please,” I said, straining against his hand as it held my hair tightly. My scalp tingled with pain.

  “Please what,” Graham replied, smiling down at me. Oh God, why was he doing this? Why wouldn’t he just let me have what I wanted?

  “Please let me suck your cock,” I said, desperately trying to channel my fucking inner goddess. I needed this more than I needed air.

  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Graham said, “You just want me to blow my load right down that pretty little throat, don’t you?”

  Fuck yes. Oh fucking God yes… I wanted that so bad, but I could see the sparkle in his eyes. He was playing with me. He had no intention of letting himself go like that, and suddenly, I knew exactly what was coming. I didn’t say a word as he pulled me up by my wrists, spinning me around and throwing my body up against the wall.

  “You don’t know what you do to me,” Graham said, reaching down and pulling my jeans and panties straight down, the cloth pooling around my ankles and trapping my legs as he pulled my hips backward toward him. His cock pressed up against my ass and I squealed.

  “Look at that,” Graham said, his hand sliding down over my curves and between my legs. He pressed upward against my soaking wetness, his fingertip plunging gently between my folds. I rode his hand, explosions of pleasure rolling over me as he pressed his finger against my oversensitive nub and ran little circles around it.

  “Please,” I gasped, but Graham pulled his hand away, slapping me hard against my ass. The stinging pain was unexpected, and I cried out as he brought his fingers back around to play between my thighs. Pleasure coursed through me again, but I needed more. I felt so fucking empty!

  “Graham, please!” I said again, trying to get the words out. God I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to feel him split me in half as I rode him into oblivion. I cried out again as he pulled his hand away a second time, spanking me even harder. Three swift swats, the sensation left behind tingling and mixing with the pangs of desire filling my body.

  “Don’t be in such a hurry,” Graham said, his voice dominating and strong. “You really want it, don’t you?”

  I could barely respond, his hand cracking down on my ass again at the first sign of my voice. I cut myself off, biting my lip as hard as I could without drawing blood even as his finger returned to my pussy, driving me absolutely insane with pleasure. What the hell was he doing to me?

  “That’s right. You stay just like that,” Graham said, his hand leaving my pussy behind and moving around almost painfully slowly. I could feel him grasping at his cock, slipping it down and bringing it into alignment with my folds. A shiver rolled through me as I tried to spread my legs, but my feet were as good as bound together by my panties. There was no way he could get that monster inside me like this! Oh God! OH GOD!

  I shouted as he moved his hips forward, his cock slipping up under my pussy and soaking itself in my juices from tip to base. He drew back, the shaft moving across my clit and sending me out of my fucking mind. I couldn’t take it. Oh FUCK I needed him.

  “You’re so eager to please… I like that about you Savannah,” he said, bringing the tip to my delicate tunnel. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even breathe as he drove himself forward. He was doing it! He was going to fuck me with all nine fucking inches right up against this goddamned wall! I exploded into orgasm as he drive himself to the hilt, my body losing itself harder than I’d ever came before. I was pulsing and shivering around his length, all connections with reality being thrown free as he started to fuck me.

  “YES! OH FUCK YES!” I screamed, the orgasm wracking me with pulse after pulse of pleasure in time with every thrust of his God given cock. His hand cracked against my ass again, silencing my words as he fucked me even harder, only moans and grunts filling my room as he took me hard and without protection.

  No man had ever taken me like this. He shoved me harder up against the wall, his cock pressing against the inner side of my tummy as he drove himself inside with renewed vigor. I could feel him pressing up against my g-spot, and I lost it again, another orgasm wracking me right on top of the afterglow of my first. Two times? Mother fucker no man deserved to be this good!

  My pussy was drenched, his long dick burying itself inside me as he filled me to overflowing. Graham knew exactly how to please me. One of his hands wrapped into my weave and pulled my head back away from the wall, my back arching as he fucked me. I cried out his name, losing all control as his free hand swept down over my side and around to my pussy, his fingers playing against my clit as his dick pounded into me. I could feel it coming again, the sensation building inside me to a fever pitch.

  “Not yet,” Graham said, fucking me for all he was worth. “You come when I come.”

  Fuck! Oh God! I needed it. I needed him to cum so bad. My pussy clamped down on his cock as I tilted my hips, giving him deeper access. Every muscle in my body was tense and on edge as I felt the telltale throbbing inside me. There it was! Oh yes… YES!

  We came together, my lips whispering his name over and over as he filled me with his essence, my pussy milking every last little drop from this man. There was no stopping it. Three orgasms so fast sent me straight out of my mind. I collapsed as he released me, my body totally spent. I didn’t know what to say. I’d come here to end whatever the fuck I had with this man, and now, he’d just fucked me into total submission.

  “Where are you going?” I asked as he pulled his beautiful slacks back up, tucking his huge throbbing flesh back inside.

  “Back to New York,” Graham replied, his voice deep and out of breath. “I have a private jet at the airport and it’s leaving in half an hour. If you change your mind about this annulment, I expect you to be on it.”

  “I… I don’t understand… My apartment. My business?”

  “This is your decision to make. If you’re not on that plane, I’ll have my lawyer send over the annulment paperwork in the morning.”

  I didn’t have a chance to respond as he turned his back on me. With a heavy breath, he stepped through my bedroom and out of my life, his footsteps receding until I heard the slam of the front door. What the fuck was going on!

  I looked down, my blouse in tatters and my feet still bound up in my panties. What the hell was I going to do?

  CHAPTER 6

  _ _ _

  “Not one word,” I said, climbing into Chandra’s car. I could barely walk straight, let alone own up to what just happened. My nerves were on edge. It took me ten minutes to make a decision, and now, I didn’t have time to waste explaining myself.

  “Supercock?” Chandra said, ribbing me. I just exhaled, giving her
a stare.

  “Airport. Please…” I said, my whole body trembling. Was I really going to do this? I had no idea what was waiting for me in New York. I’d never been to the northeast. My family came from the south, and the closest to New York was watching the Macy’s parade every thanksgiving.

  “Hurry…” I said, cutting off Chandra’s shocked look and open mouth. We tore out of the complex, leaving the flowers and apartment behind. I’d had enough time to grab my purse and my camera, and that was all I was taking. Wherever this crazy fantasy was taking me, I was going for the ride.

  “You going to tell me what’s going on?” Chandra said, weaving the little car through traffic and slamming it up the freeway onramp as we sped through the city. I just stayed silent, staring out at the row of big Vegas casinos in the distance and wishing the little car could go faster. Miles ticked by, but so did the minutes, and traffic wasn’t helping. We were going to cut it close.

  “I’m leaving, Chandra. He wants me to go with him, to New York,” I finally said, listening to her startled gasp.

  “What did he do to you in there girlfriend?” She said, laughing.

  “Something I hope he does again and again,” I replied, letting off a little steam as a laugh of my own erupted from somewhere deep inside me. We both filled the car with it as we swung into the airport. I didn’t know what to do or where to go. Chandra didn’t even bother parking somewhere safe, she dumped the car in the departures lane for the first terminal and we both jumped out, sprinting inside.

  “Where are we going?” Chandra said, panting for breath as we ran toward one of the counters. I had no idea, and no time to explain it. I hit the counter and stared at the wide-eyed man behind it like some kind of crazy lady.

  “Graham Archer! He has a private plane here, I’m supposed to be on it.”

  “I’ll just have to check with someone here,” the man said, reaching cautiously toward his phone.

  “Please, just tell me where to go, he’s gone in a few minutes and I need to see him,” I demanded, staring at his hand as it continued moving toward the handset.

  “Who are you, miss?” he asked. I threw down my purse, pouring the contents onto the counter and pulling the marriage certificate free, holding it up as if it would make any difference.

  “I’m his wife! Please! I need to catch him before he leaves!”

  “You’re that lady on the news?” the man replied, laughing. “Private departures go through the diamond lounge. You’ll need to take the tram across to the next terminal and it’s about six gates up on your left.”

  “How long is that going to take?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder at the people waiting next to the tram line.

  “Next tram hits in two minutes. If you don’t hit security, it might take you ten, minimum,” the man replied, not understanding how impossible his words sounded. “You want me to try to call over there?”

  I looked at my phone. It had already been thirty two minutes since Graham Archer walked out of my apartment and out of my life. I just nodded in defeat, watching the man grasp the phone and punch a few numbers.

  He said a few words, and I knew almost immediately what the reply was. Chandra grabbed my arm as the man behind the counter hung up the phone.

  “I’m sorry miss, but Mr. Archer is on the runway taking off. There’s nothing I can do.”

  I couldn’t respond. I stumbled outside with Chandra, listening to her frantically explain herself to the police officer already standing guard at her abandoned vehicle in the departure lane. My head turned back toward the building, watching a small and lean looking jet soar up over the building.

  I’d missed him. I’d let my fear get the better of me, and I’d missed him.

  CHAPTER 7

  _ _ _

  Six weeks later, I wasn’t feeling so good. Some kind of stomach bug had taken hold and I’d been throwing up all week. At least everything else had gotten more or less back to normal…

  The annulment paperwork had shown up the morning after Graham flew away, just as promised. It came with a surprise, a check for twenty thousand dollars that I hadn’t been able to cash. It felt like payment for sex, and I was no whore. Even now, the check was sitting quietly in the top of my closet, heavier on my mind than any of my meager troubles.

  Of which there were plenty.

  Sure, the marriage thing was out of the way the day I filed the papers, but my nightmare was just beginning.

  It turns out there is such a thing as negative publicity. All I wanted to do was go back to my wedding photography business, but the world had different ideas. Paparazzi was hounding me everywhere, trying to get a picture of the woman who met, married, and broke the heart of everyone’s favorite billionaire bachelor. It’s pretty hard to shoot someone’s blissful wedding when you’ve got twenty people chasing you around with flash bulbs and telephoto lenses.

  Bills were due, and the wedding photography jobs had all but stopped coming. I was seriously starting to consider going back to work in a call center. At least then I could be anonymous.

  And of course, Graham Archer had never so much as apologized. Not one message, not one call. The asshole even went and named the damn children’s hospital he was building the ‘Savannah Children’s Cancer Center’, and what the hell was that all about? Was I as bad as children’s cancer, or was he trying to flatter me? The tabloids had been arguing about it ever since. It was vicious. Didn’t this man realize he was ruining my life?

  I felt abandoned and stuck. Even Chandra had stopped coming by. She said she couldn’t handle all the negativity. As if any of this was my fault! My life was falling apart before my very eyes and there was nothing I could do about it. And of course, life has a way of kicking you when you’re down.

  Today, that kick was a simple knock on my door.

  A few weeks ago, I might have welcomed that knock. A few weeks ago, I might have admitted that I’d dashed to the airport and spent the whole drive home crying into my hands. Today, Graham Archer was the last person in the world I wanted to see.

  “Did I come at a bad time?” Graham said after a long silent moment standing just outside my apartment.

  I shook my head, letting myself breathe again. There was no way he could fix what had happened. Not now, not ever. I wasn’t going with him, and that was the end of it.

  “Why are you here, Graham?” I asked, my voice barely hiding the anger beneath.

  “You never cashed my check. I know things are difficult for you right now, and I thought I could help you get by until everything calmed down,” he said, smiling like a fool.

  “I’m not going to take your money. I don’t want any part of it. You don’t ‘owe’ me anything,” I said, nearly spitting venom with every word.

  “I understand that you’re upset. If you won’t take the money, I have an alternate arrangement that might be more amenable.”

  I eyed him with suspicion. If he thought he could just barge in here with some fancy words and make things right, he was wrong.

  “I’d like to hire you, Savannah.”

  Hire me? What did he think this was? The 1800s? He couldn’t just buy me off.

  “I’m not for hire. I’m not that kind of girl, Graham,” I said, trying to shut the door. He caught it with his foot, thrusting a small sheet of paper my way. I recognized it immediately. It was one of the ads I sent out in the mail, advertising my wedding photography.

  “I’d never presume that you were, Savannah. I’m getting married, and I need a photographer.”

  What in the hell? I couldn’t breathe. This man comes to my house, and tries to tell me I’m going to photograph HIS marriage? We’d barely been apart six weeks and he’d already jumped in with some other woman? What was this guy’s problem?

  “You need to leave, Mr. Archer,” I replied angrily, trying to force the door closed. He held it open, smiling all the while.

  “You’re in business as a wedding photographer in the state of Nevada. There are anti-discrimination laws
on the books. I’m offering you well in excess of your normal fee. Twenty thousand dollars… and Twenty thousand more when you’re done with the job. I’ve already paid you, in fact.”

  “I never cashed that check.”

  “Maybe you should check your bank account then, because I called in a few favors,” Graham replied, laughing. “Just let me do this for you. Come, take a few photos, and use the money to start over. I’ll feel better, you’ll feel better, and I won’t have to drag your business through court for discriminating against a possible client.”

  “That will never fly in court. They’ll throw that case out!” I shouted.

  “Maybe. You’d be surprised how inexpensive judges are. Just do the right thing here Savannah. Take the money. I’ll give you some time to think it over. Someone will call you later with all the relevant information.”