by Chelsea Cash
Consumed by the Billionaire
He can’t get enough…
By: Chelsea Cash
Published by Smutpire Press
Copyright 2017 All Rights reserved
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This is part 3 of the Seduced in Sin City series. Other books in this series can be found below:
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Chapter 1
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When I returned home from my wild Vegas trip, I tried to get back into my normal mode of life, which basically consisted of thinking about school, grading papers, and reading books in my spare time. That was what I used to do before, but now I was a changed woman, and as pathetic as I felt about it, I couldn’t stop thinking about Ryan Jakes.
I repeated our escapades over and over in my mind, remembering how he felt and how his muscles looked. I could vividly recall my pleasure at being dominated by his powerful masculinity.
I was impressed, and I’ll admit—a little intimidated by the fact that he owned prestigious hotels and was even on the cover of TIME Magazine. But what I was really stuck on was his vibe and presence. He didn’t have to ask for respect or admiration from those around him. His very existence commanded it! I was hopelessly hooked, and there was nothing I could do to change it.
Was I just another hopeless female admirer? One of the many standing in line and craving his attention? There was simply no way to know for certain, and no matter how many times I replayed our nights together in my head, I still couldn’t figure it out. I wanted to know that our time together was meaningful to him. That I wasn’t just some girl in his eyes, but it was just too soon to tell.
Although I had no reason to believe so, I felt certain that I would see him again. Back and forth, my mind questioned whether this was just wishful thinking or intuitive premonition. I told myself again and again that I shouldn’t get my hopes up, but that didn’t stop the nagging feeling that seeing Ryan was in my not-so-distant future.
Until then, I would just have to deal with the horny ache I felt on my own. The new pink toy I purchased in Las Vegas was much nicer than the toy I had at home. I hadn’t realized it until later, but the new one reminded me a lot of Ryan in the size department. It was the perfect fit for my pussy, filling it up and hitting all the right spots—just like Ryan did. No matter how good and no matter how much I imagined that it was Ryan inside of me, the ache I felt couldn’t be satisfied by any toy.
Chapter 2
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Since my trip to Vegas, I felt sexy. Jenny was right. It was time to start owning my assets and being confident enough to know I looked beautiful. I was ready to stop hiding behind my long, formless dresses—even though they were comfortable.
I was a teacher, so I didn’t start wearing anything too sexy to school. I completely abandoned my old style—what Jenny called “Burlap sack-inspired fashion choices” and sought out flattering necklines and form fitting dresses.
A week had passed, and nearly every day, I hoped Ryan would call. I had glanced down at my phone countless times, even in the middle of teaching lessons, but still nothing.
One day, during my lunch break at school, my phone vibrated, and I almost dropped it from my excitement. But it turned out to only be Jenny. I hadn’t spoken to her since she left Vegas for that work emergency, and since she left early, she knew nothing about Ryan.
“Monica!” she cried in her customary excitement when I answered her call. “How was the rest of your time in Vegas? I haven’t heard from you. Tell me everything!”
I thought about keeping it to myself, but I found that I was too excited and too nervous about whether Ryan would call to keep it a secret. “Well, I sort of…. met someone in Vegas.”
Jenny shrieked so loud that I had to hold the phone away from my ear. I had to admit that her excitement was contagious, and I could feel the smile on my face growing. I hadn’t let myself think about Ryan directly all day, so it was nice to get to talk about it.
“Tell me everything!” she said. “Who was he? A tourist from out of town? Or did he live in Vegas? Did you meet him at the hotel or a nearby restaurant? What about—”
“Jenny!” I responded, laughing. “I’ll tell you if you listen for a second.” I walked out to my car so that I could have this conversation privately. As I got into my car, rolling up the windows for good measure (I didn’t want a student to accidentally hear this), I filled Jenny in about Ryan. While explaining the escapades I had with him in the hallway, I again felt myself growing wet and horny. I thought longingly of my vibrator back at home.
“More details!” she said. “Did he fuck you from behind? Were you completely or just partially naked?”
“We’ve done it a few different ways—just talking about this is driving me crazy, Jenny. I have never had orgasms like that in my life. I even enjoyed sucking his cock.” With my hand in my lap, I started to rub myself through my clothes while thinking about Ryan again and all the naughty things we did together in Vegas. “You were right. Giving head can actually be hot.”
Jenny and I had talked about this subject before, and she had told me that sucking cock could be enjoyable for the woman too, but I never thought that was possible until Ryan. “When we parted, he got my number and said he would call me…” I explained. “I bought a toy in Vegas, and I’ve been fucking it ever since, thinking of him.”
“Wow, it sounds like this experience has brought out a new side of you, Monica,” she responded. “I’m so proud!”
“Shut up,” I said playfully. “I just hope he calls.”
“Monica,” she said. “In all seriousness, you deserve this. I had been hoping that you would get a chance to break out of your norm a bit and find your adventurous side, and it seems you have!”
I couldn’t help but agree with her. We said goodbye, and I spent the rest of the day trying not to worry about whether I’d hear from Ryan Jakes.
Why was I so obsessed anyway? It was just sex. People had casual sex every day. Maybe my hormones were just going wild, and I was mistaking it for something deeper since I wasn’t used to it. Only time would hold the answers I was seeking.
Later that night, I was cooking spaghetti and trying to distract myself with Netflix when I heard my phone go off again. It’s probably Jenny, I told myself as I went to go grab it. It was a number that I didn’t recognize, and my heart started fluttering.
“Hello?” I answered tentatively.
“Hi, Monica,” Ryan said, voice smooth and velvety. He didn’t bother saying who it was. He knew that I would already know, and that I was probably waiting for his call.
I tried not to squeal or sound like an overly excited school girl. “Hi,” I said in my most casual voice.
“Are you alone?” he asked.
I looked around my place. It was just me, my spaghetti, and Netflix. “Yes,” I answered. “Why?”
Without giving an answer, he said, “Go sit down on a chair or couch. And then, take off your clothes.”
I was completely shocked, but I didn’t even consider not following his instructions. I walked over to my couch and sat down. I then used the hand that wasn’t holding the phone to pull off my dress. Thankfully, I wasn’t wearing anything else under it. When I was home alone, I rarely bothered.
“Have you been using your toy?” he asked me.
“Yes, I have,” I res
ponded, growing more and more excited. In fact, it was on the table next to me. I had been using it the night before, making myself climax at least five times in a row. When thinking of Ryan, I had endless pent up sexual energy.
Just as my hand started trailing its way up my thigh, Ryan said, “Don’t touch yourself yet. That’s only allowed when I say so. Do you understand?”
My hand stopped its journey to my tingling pussy. “Okay,” I said before sighing.
“Don’t worry, Monica. If you’re patient, you will like how this ends,” he said. “Tell me what you’ve been thinking about when you get off lately.”
“I think about us in the hallway—the way your body looked and felt. And your strong arms around me, and your thick, amazing cock thrusting in and out,” I answered. I could feel my pussy throbbing now and starting to grow wetter. Since I couldn’t attend to that yet, I decided to play with my breast instead, tweaking the nipple and gasping lightly at the sensation.
“How would you like to have it inside of you right now?” he asked me, but I had a feeling that he already knew the answer to that.
I moaned lightly and longingly. “Yes, please!”
“I want you to get your toy and fuck yourself with it until you come,” he said, getting me even more riled up. I was glad that it was right next to me on the table, and I instantly grabbed it, switching it on.
He must have heard the vibrating sound. “Wow, that was quick. You already had it by you, huh?” he said, giving off a small, charming laugh. “I’m assuming that your hot little cunt is already wet enough to put it in—so don’t wait. Go ahead,” he continued. “And tell me how it feels.”
I did exactly as he said, sliding the vibrating dildo into my waiting pussy. I started to moan and shiver a bit. “It feels great,” I told him, breathless. “But I wish it were you. When am I going to see you next? I want you.”
“Don’t worry about that right now, keep pleasuring yourself. I want to hear you come,” he said.
I stopped speaking and continued thrusting in and out with the vibrator, feeling my orgasm waiting in the wings and growing with every instant.
“Were you always this naughty or did I awaken something new in you?” he asked, but I had a hard time finding words at the moment. “I have a feeling that you are just getting used to this side of you.” Again, I wondered how he seemed to know these things about me, but my mind was losing clarity with every passing second.
“Come for me, Monica,” Ryan said, making my climax inch even closer. It threatened to take me over. And that’s exactly what it did—I came without bothering to hold back my moans. I had always thought that “phone sex” seemed like a silly idea, but wow! That was hot!
By the time I switched off my vibrator, both my hands and the toy itself were slick with my juices, and I was still trembling with the aftershocks of my climax.
“This was fun, Monica,” Ryan said. “I’ll talk to you later.” Then he hung up.
Seriously? I thought. What was that all about?
He hadn’t said anything about seeing me again during that phone call. Was he masturbating too? Or just listening to me?
I was a bit confused, but nevertheless ecstatic that he had really called and excited by what had just happened. While still sitting on the couch, recovering from my intense orgasm, I remembered that I had been making dinner. I hope I hadn’t overcooked the spaghetti.
Chapter 3
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I went to work the next day in form-fitting gray slacks and a scoop-neck sweater—still modest, but fashionable. It fit my playful, confident mood. I had read somewhere that frequent orgasms were good for female mentality and confidence. I had passed it off as silly nonsense before, but it was sure starting to seem true.
The other teachers at school stared and did double takes as I passed by. I even got compliments on my outfit from a couple of my students. I felt and looked like an entirely new woman.
When I was in the teacher’s breakroom, Mr. Schenk, the chemistry teacher, came up to me, looking nervous. “Monica,” he said, looking down at his brown, scuffed dress shoes. “I’ve been wanting to ask you something.”
“Go ahead, Rob,” I said.
“How do you feel about going to see that new sci-fi flick this weekend with me?” he said, rushing his speech as though he wanted to ask before he lost his nerve. “We could go to dinner beforehand.”
I felt my confidence soar. This new attitude and wardrobe change was working for me after all! I considered his offer for a moment. I had never been asked out by another teacher before and couldn’t even remember the last time I had an offer for a date. I was extremely flattered, but felt it wouldn’t be fair to accept such a request when all I could think about was another man.
“That’s really nice of you, Rob,” I answered. “But I am already sort of tied up with someone else.” As I said this, all I could think about was how much I hoped this was true.
That night, I went home and kept checking my phone, hoping that Ryan would call. But he never did.
Another few days passed without a single call or text, and I started getting myself prepared for the possibility of never seeing Ryan again. I was at home watching some dumb romantic comedy, trying to distract myself when I began to weigh my options.
Well, Rob Schenk is pretty nice, I guess. It wouldn’t hurt to give him a chance, right? I told myself. After all, I can’t just return quietly to a life of no sex after my world has been rocked this hard.
I could just start going out to bars. I always thought that was ridiculous before, but maybe I could meet a nice guy there.
Suddenly, my phone vibrated on the table next to me, and I paused the movie to answer it. I recognized the out-of-state area code this time.
“Ryan?” I said without even saying hello.
He laughed gently. “Hey, Monica.”
I felt my heart flutter, and my pussy tingled at the sound of his voice. “How’s it going?” I said next, trying to sound casual and probably failing.
“Tomorrow, after work, go to the airport. You have a 3 p.m. flight to Vegas,” he said. “I’ll text you the information and have one of my drivers come pick you up and bring you to me. They’ll be in a black Mercedes right out front.”
One of his drivers? I thought before realizing that Ryan Jakes, and I were from two very different worlds. Without waiting for my response, he said goodbye. Although he hardly knew me, he could already tell that I’d never say no to such an offer.
The next day at school, I tried to act natural and focused, but it seemed as though even my students could tell something was going on with me. More than once, they had to repeat their questions a couple times before I heard correctly, and one of them even had to remind me to assign homework.
Get it together, Monica. It’s just a man! I chided myself, but I knew that it wasn’t true. This was much more than that.
Luckily, Fridays were half days at the school I worked at so I would have plenty of time to make it to the airport for my flight. I stared at the clock for most of the day and was out of the door before everyone else in the building.
I was nervous the entire plane ride to Vegas, trying to make conversation with a nice old lady next to me, but feeling strange talking about the weather and her grandkids when thoughts—very dirty thoughts—of Ryan kept crossing my mind.
I had changed before boarding my flight and was dressed in a tight gold dress that I borrowed from Jenny. I had a sweater and leggings on for the plane ride though. Once I took both those off after arriving, this outfit should show a lot of skin.
I still couldn’t believe that I was dressing in outfits like this and doing crazy things like flying out to meet a billionaire in Vegas with one day’s notice. I was finally living with excitement. If not for this whole experience, maybe I would have grown old and had regrets.
Despite this realization, I was still anxious. I knew that once I was actually with Ryan I would forget about feeling nervous, but at the moment,
I just had too much time to think.
I tried to get some sleep before arriving to Vegas, and miraculously, I was able to get an hour-long nap.
I’ll need it, I told myself, hoping that Ryan would keep me up all night tonight.
Chapter 4
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I got off the plane, my excitement growing, and went to the bathroom to shed my extra, unneeded layers. I took off my panties too, hoping to be prepared for seeing Ryan. I wanted to make it as easy as possible to get naked right when I saw him.
Feeling beautiful in the glamorous dress, I exited the airport and saw a sleek black Mercedes idling right out front, just as Ryan had promised me. Feeling amazed again at the situation I had somehow ended up in, I got in the back and wondered where the driver would take me.