The Billionaire's Dark Lady (A BWWM Interracial Erotic BDSM Romance)

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by Nia Green


  Standing there, clutching my clothing to my naked chest, I started to feel embarrassed.

  This was the same man who had helped me with my homework and encouraged me in my cheerleading, and now he was looking at me almost naked, and he'd touched me in ways I'd never thought possible to hope for!

  I shifted my weight from foot to foot and stared down at the floor, biting my lip.

  He walked over and put his arm around me, pulling me close. It was a friendly gesture he'd done a hundred times before, but we'd always been fully dressed before!

  "My dear girl," he said, "I'm not sure where we should go from here."

  "What do you mean?" I asked.

  "Well, we could take a break, go out for lunch, relax a while," he said, turning away from me to gather his own shed garments.

  "Or?" I asked.

  "Or you could go back home and we could pretend this never happened," he said.

  "Are those our only two options?" I asked, sitting down on the couch and staring up at him.

  "I suppose we could go upstairs and I could fuck you," he said casually. "Would you like to go ahead and lose your cherry?"

  I flushed a dark red and buried my face in my clothes.

  "Yes," I mumbled.

  "What was that?" he asked.

  "Yes," I said, more loudly this time, but still without moving my clothing away from my mouth.

  He sighed.

  "If you're not ready to tell me you want to have sex, you're not ready to have sex," he said, and when I dropped my shirt and looked at him again, he was fully dressed, looking regretful, and tapping one foot a little on the floor.

  "No -" I began, but he didn't let me finish.

  "Come on, Kiara, let's get you dressed and I'll take you to lunch. We could go see one of the terrible movies that's probably playing right now, and then I'll drop you off at your house."

  I felt like he had slapped me. Why was he treating me like a child, when I wanted to be treated like a woman?

  "Because you're acting like one," a voice whispered inside me. "Hiding in a dirty shirt isn't confident and adult, it's just pathetic."

  My cheeks burned and I knew that the little voice inside me was right. If I wanted to get fucked, I had to act like it.

  Without saying a word, I placed my handful of clothing on the couch and stood up.

  Slowly, I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor, and turned around to let Roger look at my ass as I bent over a little and eased my panties down over my rear so that I could drop them down on top of my skirt.

  I stepped out of the last of my clothing and walked very slowly and deliberately to the foot of the stairs. As I placed one hand on the banister, my heart thumped so loudly that I'm not sure I could have heard Roger say anything if he'd spoken.

  I looked over my shoulder at him and smiled. I hoped it was a confident smile, the type I'd seen women give their lovers in romantic movies, but I could feel my knees tremble and I didn't have a lot of hope.

  The blood rushed to my sex with every step I took, I'd never felt so turned on - or so frightened - in my life. I was about to convince Roger to take my virginity!

  After flashing him that smile, I turned back and walked up the stairs, trying to deliberately sway back and forth so that my ass would move enticingly as I walked. I wasn't as graceful as I usually am, my cheerleading coach would have my head, but it was better than hiding my face and hoping my old friend would take pity on me and deflower me.

  I reached the door at the end of the hall that led to his private sanctum, his personal bedroom, and hesitated with my hand on the door. Would he be upset with me, for walking into his secret space without so much as asking permission?

  I hoped he'd forgive me, and I walked inside.

  His bedroom was beautiful, with a large four-poster bed and plenty of light, open space. I didn't see any storage for clothing, but several doors led off of the space, so one was probably a closet.

  I walked over to the bed and stroked one of the thick wooden columns. It was a dark wood, polished to mirror-bright perfection, and I saw iron loops emerging from it in an attractive pattern. It occurred to me that the loops were set up in such a way that something - or someone - could be tied to them.

  I carefully fingered the heavy green coverlet and eyed the embroidery. Was I really about to climb into his bed?

  Yes, I was. It was now or never.

  Carefully, I climbed up into the enormous bed and positioned myself in the center, leaning back against the pillows and staring at the door. My eyes were so wide with nerves that they were beginning to ache, but my body was on fire with need and desire.

  His presence filled the doorway as he paused, looking at me without saying a word. I could feel the heat as his gaze scorched me.

  My legs were crossed, hiding my sex in shadow, but my breasts were totally bare to him, as well as my long dark arms and legs and my taut, quivering belly.

  As he stepped into the room, I saw that he was totally naked, a state I'd never seen a grown man in. His body was lean and muscular, carefully groomed, with thick, dark hair on his legs and arms, a hairless chest, and a patch of wiry hair on his groin, right above his enormous erection.

  I had touched that erection, had held it in my mouth, but the sight of it almost took my breath away. I have never been large, I'm short and slim, fine-boned, and this gorgeous guy is so tall and strong, it seemed to me in my fear this his cock was the size of my forearm.

  "You are so beautiful," he whispered, his cock bobbing slightly as he walked over to the bed.

  I blushed and looked at my bare feet. The pale pink polish on my toenails was chipping, I would have to touch it up soon. Such a silly thought, but my brain was skittering around.

  "Thank you," I said, my voice so soft I'm still not sure if he heard it.

  He saw my lips move, though, and he smiled.

  "You were brave to come up here. This is it, there's no going back once you've lost your virginity. Are you sure you are ready to take this step?" he asked me, smiling kindly. "You know I won't think any less of you if you say no, lunch and a movie was a serious offer, and I always enjoy spending time with you."

  "No," I said, barely louder than before.

  I cleared my throat and looked up, meeting his eyes.

  "I'm ready to do this," I said, my voice louder and shaking only once.

  His smile widened.

  "As you can see," he said, gesturing at his hardness, "I'm ready as well. I'm not sure that you're totally ready, though, there's something to do first."

  "Something you have to do?" I asked, puzzled. Wasn't he going to go ahead now?

  "I have to touch you," he murmured. "It would be a crime not to, you're so fucking beautiful."

  I'd had his cock in my mouth, but I hadn't heard him swear like that before.

  He stepped up onto the bed and sat next to me, reaching over and stroking my flat belly.

  "I've wanted you for so long," he said.

  "I've... I've wanted you, too," I replied.

  "I thought so," he said with a chuckle. "You've gotten wet for me before, haven't you?"

  I blushed to my hairline. How did he know?

  "Yes," I admitted.

  He smiled at me.

  "May I touch you?" he asked.

  "You can do anything you want to me," I said. "I'm yours."

  "I like the sound of that. Would you keep calling me sir?"

  That was easy enough.

  "Maybe, sir," I said, and smiled impishly at him.

  He growled and tweaked my nipple, hard, making me gasp at the pleasure and the pain.

  "Enough of this," he said. "It's time for me to see that pretty pussy that you've been hiding from me for so long."

  The color had mostly left my cheeks, but it returned when he used the word "pussy" - I'd only read it a few times, and I knew nice girls didn't let men call their most private parts by such a vulgar name!

  "Do you have to call it that?" I asked. />
  "I'm afraid so, and you'll call it that soon enough," he said. I didn't believe him. It was easier to think of losing my virginity than it was to think of saying a word like that.

  He slipped his hand between my legs and felt the wetness there as I shut my eyes and moaned.

  "In fact, you’ll call it that tonight, but right now, according to what you just said, it’s mine," he whispered harshly in my ear, “now let me look at it.”

  I didn’t see a reason to deny his request, and his hands were tugging insistently at my knees, so I allowed him to pull my thighs apart and reveal my hidden sex.

  “So pretty,” he murmured, again, right into my ear. His hot breath made me shiver. “Can you do a split for me right in this bed, pretty girl?”

  I tried, I really did. He was in the way and the soft comforter didn’t help, but I spread my legs as wide as they could possibly go.

  “Hold there, very carefully,” he said.

  I nodded, and he twisted my other nipple, even more roughly.

  “When I give you an order, you’re to say, ‘Yes, sir,’” he said softly.

  I nodded again and licked my lips.

  “Yes, sir,” I said.

  “Oh, well done, pretty girl,” he breathed against my neck, giving me an approving nuzzle. His hot bulk so close to me was driving me to distraction and my muscles trembled from holding the post.

  “Just like that, hold still,” he said.

  “Yes, sir,” I replied.

  He got off the bed and I whimpered at the loss of his hot skin and maddening touch.

  “Easy, pretty girl,” he said, and climbed back on from the end of the bed, winding up kneeling between my legs, towering over me with his erection throbbing between my thighs - I could hardly take my eyes off of it, it looked so huge and hard that I wasn’t sure it could ever fit inside me!

  He looked down and me and smiled.

  “You’re so beautiful, with those big eyes of yours. I love looking at you, spread and ready for me,” he said.

  I blushed a little.

  “Are you ready for me?” he asked.

  Was I?

  “Yes,” I breathed.

  “Are you ready for me to slide into you?” he asked, leaning forward and placing his hands on either side of my head, so that I was trapped underneath him with his cock close to my slit.

  I nodded, and let my legs relax a little.

  “No, no,” he said, “I like the split.”

  I pulled my aching muscles back into the position he wanted.

  “Yes, sir,” I said quietly, not looking at his face, transfixed by his massive organ.

  He leaned forward a little more and pressed the silky head of his cock at the top of the soaking wet crease between my legs.

  “Good girl,” he said, and rubbed his cockhead in a lazy circle against me, making me whimper and writhe underneath him, trying to get more sensation.

  “Are you ready for me to slide my big cock into your tight little pussy?” he asked.

  “Yes, sir,” I said.

  “You know you won’t be a virgin any more, right?” he asked with a smile.

  “Yes, sir!” I said, more indignantly. I wasn’t an idiot, I knew what I was offering him.

  “Say it, then. I want to hear you say what I’m about to do to you,” he said.

  “You’re about to, um, you’re going to slide inside me,” I said, looking to the side, at the door on the other wall, trying to keep from blushing.

  “I want to hear you say that I am going to take your virginity,” he went on, and waited.

  I squirmed.

  “Do I have to?” I asked.

  He bent down and licked my nipple, making me arch against him.

  “You do if you want it to happen,” he said, and sucked at the hard nub, driving me mad with need.

  “You’re going to, to, to take my virginity!” I gasped.

  He raised his head off my nipple and grinned at me.

  “I want you to beg me to pop your cherry, to fuck your wet pussy with my huge cock,” he said.

  I shook my head and shut my eyes, I couldn’t say that.

  I felt his hot mouth on my other nipple and arched up into him. It was almost more than I could take… and then I felt his weight shift over me, and his questing hand found my sex.

  I moaned as one of his strong fingers slid through my wetness and found my entrance, and paused there, right atop, barely touching.

  “Where is my hand?” he breathed in my ear.

  “Please,” I keened. I had to feel something inside me, I was going to go mad.

  “Where is my hand?” he repeated.

  “Between my legs,” I finally said.

  He struck me between my legs, not hard, but enough to be startling.

  “I know what you need, but I won’t give it to you until you say what I want to hear,” he said.

  I thought I could resist until he started rubbing little teasing circles around my entrance, and I was powerless.

  “I want you,” I nearly sobbed, “to pop my cherry, I want - oh, God - I want to feel your big cock in my little pussy!”

  “Good girl,” he said.

  His fingers vanished, and I felt his cock against my entrance. He paused for one moment, but apparently he was done teasing me, because I felt him push steadily inside me.

  I felt his cock pause for a moment, meeting some resistance deep in my passage, and he grabbed my hips and pulled me onto him, tearing through that resistance as I screamed with surprise and a little bit of pain.

  “You aren’t a virgin any more,” he growled, big fat cock pushed to its limit within me.

  I moaned. It hurt, but the fire within me roared as it was stoked by his member, and I thrust my hips against him in reply.

  He was right, I wasn’t a virgin now.

  My body ached, a little fire of pain between my legs, but that was nothing compared to the waves of pleasure that were radiating out from his thick cock.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” I cried. Each time his massive hardness pounded into me, I gasped with delight, and the words were almost forced out of me. I arched my back and continued to thrust myself against him.

  “Good girl,” he gasped, between thrusts, “I think you’re close to coming, aren’t you?”

  I wasn’t sure what he meant. I’d heard about orgasms before, but I’d never had one. The pressure and need was building in me, though, and I was lost to the sensation, no longer even feeling any pain from the hard fucking.

  “Yeah, that’s it,” he grunted, “come for me.”

  He moved his hand between my legs and I shrieked with pleasure as he found that little nub between my legs.

  “Oh, oh, oh,” I yelped. “Oh, God, harder! Harder!”

  He laughed into my ear and obliged me, pounding hard within me as his fingers continued to tease.

  Finally, the passion engulfed me, and I cried out as the waves of pleasure turned into oceans and I found myself drowning in bliss, body shaking and heart racing. The furious onslaught of his cock didn’t stop, though, until I felt him grab my hip with his free hand and pull me against him, once, twice, three times, as he emptied himself into me.

  I lay there, naked, trembling, and spent, as he rolled off of me and collapsed next to me.

  We didn’t say anything for long minutes as I felt his seed slide out of my sore pussy.

  “Hm,” I thought, “He was right.”

 

 

 


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