The President and the Starlet: A Forbidden Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  “Open pretty girl,” he growled. “Open for Daddy.”

  And my pout parted just as the man spurted. Oh yeah, hot globs of cum blasted between my lips, and like a slut, I took it all, swallowing and gulping like a madwoman.

  “Mmmph, mmmph!” came my muffled cry, body fucked so good, three holes crammed full. “Mmmph!”

  But the heightened emotion got to me. Because after a few seconds of relentless fucking, I lost control, my frame overcome by tremors. Orgasm swept through my curves like an earthquake, pussy and ass clamping and squeezing uncontrollably, milking the cocks within. And the pressure was too much because Mason and Kane came as well.

  “Unnnh!” came the masculine roars, massive bodies jerking and spurting furiously. “Aw FUCK!”

  And oh shit, but I was completely doused with cum then. It poured down my throat, up into my pussy, and into my rectum in hotly virile splashes. I was sprayed full of male DNA, a cumslut for the ages.

  “Oh!” came my helpless cry, curves seizing and jerking between the three men. “Oh god, oh!”

  But the thing is, nothing good ever lasts, at least not for me. Because as we descended from the high, reality reappeared in the mist. And it was brutal, all sharp black and white edges, unforgiving and harsh.

  And as the men exited my body, a wave of loneliness and loss crested over my form, limbs huddled into a fetal position. Hot tears fell from my eyes even as the billionaires picked themselves up, unsure what to do.

  With the hazy fog of lust no longer clouding my mind, I could only remember everything that had taken place earlier: Elaine telling me about Mason, Kane and Tyler using women, and how they’d used me. Except it was worse now because knowing all that, I’d let them take my body once again. I’d given them everything, and was now filled with hot male spunk, the evidence of my weakness.

  The tears came even harder then. Turning to my side, I buried my face in my hands and wept. Kane reached out and tried to stroke my back, but my body flinched away. He’d just been inside me, the man’s hot cum seeping down my thighs, and it was too much to bear.

  “Please,” came my agonized whisper. He drew back his hand as the three men hovered uncertainly. “Please don’t. Could you just go? I need to be by myself.”

  My face was shielded I sobbed, but it was clear the alphas were at a loss, milling around uselessly.

  The shuffling of clothes was all that could be heard as I lay there on the carpet, curled in a ball, quietly crying into a cushion. And slowly, heavy footfalls sounded, the door closing with a snick. They were gone finally. All gone. I was alone. Still, I lay there for a few minutes more, unable to move, my limbs heavy.

  Had that really just happened? Was I that desperate? Was that some kind of good-bye fuck, hot and irresistible?

  Shame coursed over me once more, but there was no other way to describe it. Because still, no promises had been made. Sure, they’d said “I love you,” but what’s “I love you” without any action? They lived in New York, and I was here. I’d be in Knox forever, working at my little job as the billionaires took the world by storm.

  But that’s just how life is sometimes. Questions with no answers. Hard problems with no solutions. And moving numbly, I hauled myself up to stumble to the bathroom. Shamefully, cum coursed from my pussy and asshole, the tang of semen unmistakable in my throat.

  But again, this was my life and there was nothing to be done. After a long, hot shower, I climbed into bed, praying for peace and darkness. Please God. Please just let me pass out so I don’t have to face this nightmare. Please, please, please, just let me fall asleep.

  And finally the darkness descended, taking everything with it.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Tyler

  “What the fuck just happened?”

  As we entered the hotel suite, Kane threw his jacket onto the ground in frustration. Both Mason and I sympathized. The car ride back to the hotel had been completely silent. Because while sex with Katie is always incredible, we were still reeling from the fact that she’d pretty much rejected us. What the hell? What woman says no to hot billionaires?

  So we overwhelmed her. Surely after some mindblowing sex, the female would change her mind.

  But instead, she’d broken down in tears after the session. With our semen still dribbling from her sweet spots, the female had broken down into tears and ordered us out. Not exactly what any guy wants to see.

  “Fuck!” Kane raged again, stomping over the mini-bar. The alpha poured himself a generous dose and downed the fiery liquid in one gulp.

  “Easy cowboy,” I grunted, sitting on the divan. “Self-medicating is good, but too much of that shit is dangerous.”

  Kane nodded stiffly, eyes looking off into the distance. The three of us just sat in silence again, brooding, unsure what to do.

  Because no woman has ever told us that she needs to “think about it.” What does that mean, even? What is there to think about? Any female of ours will have plenty, her closets overflowing, a fancy car to drive, whatever makes her happy.

  But Katie was showing us exactly how different she is. Full of sass and fire, as well as genuine emotion, this girl was something special. Because usually, we make people wait for our decisions, and not the other way around. But Katie had us flummoxed, completely at a loss. Shit, this woman was squeezing our balls and wasn’t afraid to make it painful.

  I scrubbed a hand over my face in exasperation.

  “What now?” came my growl. Was I addressing Kane and Mason or simply venting frustration to the universe? Because what could we do? My brain was fried, fizzling with a flat zero. We went over there to win Katie over with a heartfelt apology and it didn’t work. Fuck me.

  Mason slumped in a chair.

  “I have no idea, bro,” he rasped, looking hopeless, suit rumpled. “No idea.”

  We sat around the living room dejected. Surely, Katie realized how great things could be with the three of us. She’d seen that anything was possible with us on her side: a non-profit to run. Three men to make her shiver at night. Billionaires on call to do her bidding.

  So what the fuck was missing?

  What did she want?

  Our souls?

  Our hearts?

  Our everything?

  Fuck me.

  Suddenly, clarity struck my brain like an electrical bolt. Resting my head against the back of the sofa, I began to laugh. Mason and Kane stared my way as if I’d lost my mind.

  “We’re assholes,” I managed, still sputtering with laughter.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you bro?” Mason growled, glaring.

  “Spit it out,” Kane rumbled, looking like he wanted to punch me in the face.

  Sitting forward and resting my elbows on my knees, I snorted once more.

  “We’re still treating Katie like other woman we’ve fucked and tossed away.” I shook my head. “So what we promised her the non-profit? It’s just money. We did nothing special but offer her money and the services of our underlings, the bankers, the lawyers, the accountants. We haven’t offered her anything of ourselves.”

  My bros were stupefied.

  “What the fuck are you talking about?” grunted Mason. “The non-profit’s what she wanted.”

  “Sure,” I said. “But don’t you see? Katie’s looking for something real. She wants more than just a flash in the pan. She wants more than just a visit here and there, us flying in to fuck her silly. She wants us. Three men committed to a relationship, giving her our souls.”

  That was a wild one.

  “What the fuck are you talking about, our souls?” asked Kane, a confused look in his eyes. “Have you been reading romance novels or something? That Fabio shit get to you?”

  I laughed again. Shit, we were so behind. Our lifestyles had been depraved and brazen for so long that we’d lost touch with what it was like to truly love. What it was like to truly cherish a woman and make her happy, to place her interests before all else. Instead, we’d done what we alway
s do. We’d swept in, fucked a female good, and then expected to buy our way out. Of course, it was dressed up this time with the feel-good vibes of the non-profit, but was it any different? Probably not.

  “Listen,” I said urgently. “We made no promises. We’re giving nothing of ourselves. It’s just money again, it’s all about the cash.”

  But my bros can be knuckleheads.

  “What the hell, it’s all about the cash? It’s all about the kids, dude, we’re helping her do stuff for low-income kids,” reminded Kane.

  I shook my head again, exasperated.

  “For her, it’s about the kids. For us? Please, get real. We haven’t spent two seconds thinking about kids. You know that. I know that. She knows that. It’s all window dressing because we’re doing the same thing we’ve always done. Buying women off.”

  And finally, it made some sense.

  “Yeah, I guess,” acknowledged Mason. “That’s true, I wasn’t about to volunteer at the Ronald McDonald House or something.”

  “So what?” asked Kane. “We do what we can. Some people give time, some people give money. I’m in the money group.”

  I was ready to pummel these dudes then, really deliver a death blow. Because what the hell was wrong with them? They were so clueless it was fucking embarrassing. No wonder Katie wanted space, saying she had to think about things.

  “No,” I said, shaking my head. “We can’t treat her like we treat everyone else. She’s too good for that. And the girl knows it, which is why she’s giving us the runaround. We have to make a real commitment. We have to go balls to the wall, show her that she’s something special, that we’re willing to pull out all the stops.”

  There was a loaded silence because we’ve been in this lifestyle for a long time. Really cherishing a woman was new, like staring into the black vortex of the unknown.

  “So what next?” asked Mason slowly. “You’re the big genius, what’s next in this crazy idea?”

  I lunged from the couch then, fists raised, but Kane held me back.

  “Cool it, cool it,” he grunted, pinning my arms. “Mason’s a dickhead, no disrespect.”

  I sat down then, still fuming and glaring.

  “Get real,” I spat at the man. “You’re such a fucking prick, you think you know what’s going on? Spill it then. Let’s hear your great idea.”

  But Mason held up his hands then.

  “Naw, like Kane said, no disrespect man. Just sayin’.”

  I seethed, sinking back in the couch. But there was no sense in fighting because shit, Katie was waiting and time was running out. The longer this went on, the less likely she’d take us back. If she would take us back at all, period. So straightening my suit, I glared at Mason once more before speaking.

  “We gotta move down here,” I said flatly. “That’s the only way to prove our commitment, to show that we’re serious about giving a piece of ourselves. We’ve gotta move to Knox.”

  Snorts filled the air.

  “You’re shitting me,” growled Kane. “I got a chain of restaurants up in NYC. My managers, my chefs, my serving staff, hell, even my accountant is up there. You think I can move an entire restaurant group down here? No can do buddy.”

  Mason was the same.

  “Bro, I’m working on seven new developments in the Tri-State area right now. The foundation’s been dug, the contracts signed. I can’t just jet and say, see ya, figure it out yourselves. I mean shit, you gotta walk those sites every day to make sure that the contractor isn’t screwing up. How am I gonna do it from down here?”

  I shrugged.

  “That’s the rub, exactly. It’s a huge pain in the ass, maybe next to impossible. But it’s the only way to give something that’s truly us. Sure, we could make trips down here once a month, but Katie doesn’t want that. It’s still a fly by night op, fucking her senseless and then jetting off. We could send her gifts from NYC, but you know this girl, she’ll just send them back. So it’s on us, bros. We gotta figure out how to move our lives down here.”

  The three of us sat in stumped silence again.

  “I don’t think it’s gonna happen,” said Mason slowly, shaking his head. “Like I said, I’m in the middle of construction. I can’t pick up a piece of land and fly it down on a magic carpet.”

  Kane shook his head regretfully as well.

  “Restaurants are the same, yo,” he rumbled. “We’ve got established locations, and I’ve gotta be there myself to make sure that shit is solid. There’s a lot of graft, the boss needs to be around to keep an eye on things. So what do we do?”

  But there are always hard choices in life, and the fact we were even discussing this demonstrated the depths of our feelings for Katie.

  “So what you’re saying is that it’s a no can do, right?” I asked. “I mean, we leave and it’s over bros. This dream is over, she’ll never let us back into her heart.”

  The statement was mushy, it was emotional, but it was also true. If we treated this girl like one more skeezy whore, there was no going back. We could beg on our knees, but Katie’s heart would be lost to us, probably forever.

  So the silence in the suite was ominous. Here we were, three billionaires with limitless resources, and yet, clearly there were limits to our lives. How the hell had one sweet girl turned everything on its head? How in the world were we left so powerless, with few options?

  And unfortunately, there was no clear path forwards. At least none that I could see. None that my buddies could see either. We were at an impasse, and on the one side there was the woman of our dreams, curvy and full, filled with light, love and laughter.

  On the other side stood our careers, powerful empires built on the backs of thousands of men. Were we gonna let all that go? Did we have to choose? When did life get so damn complicated?

  But I guess that’s what love is about. Because when love shows itself, everything gets mixed up. There are no rights or wrongs, there’s only compromise and muddling your way through. So how were we going to figure this out? I only hoped there was a way to resolve things … with the sweet girl in our arms.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Katie

  The coffee was bitter on my tongue, the insides of my mouth curdling. I sipped anyways because caffeine was desperately needed at this point. Sleep last night had been practically non-existent. All I did was toss and turn once the billionaires left, restless and unhappy.

  Before, I’d drift off immediately, my body sated, muscles relaxed. But last night was a vastly different experience because even with my body trashed, I was hollow inside now, like a jack o’ lantern with its insides carved out.

  So what to make of the situation? The billionaires wanted something real, but I just didn’t see how things could work. They lived in New York. I lived here in Knox. Were they going to come down here on the weekends for a series of flings? I loved them, but how was that even close to okay? I’d just be one more whore, the one who happened to live in Knox, Tennessee, breathlessly waiting like all the others.

  Because they probably had women in every city, just a phone call away.

  Ladies who put on fancy lingerie, drinking champagne.

  Amanda in Atlanta.

  Tracy in Dallas.

  Mindy in Oklahoma City, not to mention women in London and Paris.

  And I was just one more.

  My mouth went sour, tears rising in my eyes again. Because oh god, the joke was on me. I was nothing but another dumb female, a plaything for the billionaires.

  No.

  It wasn’t gonna happen.

  I wouldn’t let it happen.

  Bile rose in my throat as I rushed to the bathroom, hacking and coughing into the toilet.

  I couldn’t do it.

  I couldn’t let this come true, it was too demeaning.

  Other women might be okay with it. In fact, they might even want it. After all, they’d only be “on call” once in a while, whenever Mason, Kane and Tyler happened to drop by. It’d be easy. Get your
hair done, get your nails done, put on some seductive lingerie and presto whammo! That was it. The billionaires would bang you for a couple days, and then they’d leave, your sweet spaces sore.

  But I didn’t want that.

  No way.

  Even the thought made me feel lost and empty inside, like there was nothing but dank air in my form.

  How can anyone live like that?

  How could I live with myself, most importantly?

  But this was what Mason, Kane and Tyler wanted. What they were used to. And wiping my eyes again, I took a deep breath. I was gonna tell them no. I had to, for my own self-respect and sense of dignity. No matter how hard it was, I had to say no.

  Even if it meant giving up my dreams.

  Giving up the idea of the non-profit.

  Going back to my meaningless job.

  My heart broke once more, splintering into smithereens.

  Because love’s not easy. I’d given my all to the alphas, and yet they couldn’t meet my needs in return. So choking back another sorrowful cry, I staggered out of the bathroom, unable to breathe. But I had to move on. I had to, there was no choice. My dreams had been dashed before they even began, and to be honest, they were never real. The hard truth was that nothing had changed, not one bit.

  So slowly, I dragged on some clothes, listlessly tying my hair up in a ponytail. Even though my curls are usually springy and voluminous, today they looked limp and lifeless, exactly how I felt.

  It was time to go to work at the magazine again, the dead-end job with nothing to offer.

  My life was passing away like the sands in an hourglass, totally meaningless.

  And yet there was nothing to be done.

  Picking up my lunch bag, I dragged myself over to the front door, squinting as a ray of sun squeezed in through the crack.

  And then bam! Something hard hit me on the forehead. What the?

  It was Tyler’s chest. I’d literally walked into a wall of man, the billionaire as dark, dangerous and ominous before.

  “Hey,” came my weak cry. “What are you doing here?”

  They were silent for a moment.