He laughed, “No of course not. I wished I had known before we started fucking, but I still would have fucked you. However, the knowledge of it before hand would have been so fucking hot,” he said.
“I guess I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want you to not fuck me if you found out. I wanted you. I wanted that experience. No first time with a boy my age would have been good like that. I needed it your way. I like it more,” I said.
His eyebrows arched up as he realized just how naughty I was. It caught me off guard as well, but it was true. I wanted my first time to be exceptional with an older man and that is exactly what I got.
“I like that sound of that my little virgin,” he said. He picked me up and plopped me across his cock. I was straddling him and I could feel that he was hard through his pants.
“Now, will you fuck me before we go to dinner?” he whispered.
“Yes, oh yes,” I breathed out as I pulled up my skirt to my waist. I wasn’t wearing panties and I pulled his cock out of his pants. He placed his thumb on my clitoris and pressed. I yelled out in ecstasy. Then I guided his cock inside me and I sat down on it, letting it slide in. We both moaned in delight. Then I put my hands on his shoulders and bounced up and down wildly, like a crazy banshee while he cupped my breasts in his hands. In seconds I was cumming and yelling. Moments later he released himself inside of me.
A few minutes later we pulled up to the legendary West End to have dinner in a grand old dining room. It was beautiful and I enjoyed watching all the staff go into a panic when Mr. Rake and I walked in. Clearly he was very important V.I.P. clientele.
It was a lovely dinner and I was on cloud nine that night. However, it all came to an end or so I thought.
It had been two weeks since I had heard from Mr. Rake or Mr. Poleman at all. I felt silly for thinking it could become something more than just sex. These two men were older elegant dashing men and they probably only seriously dated successful women, and I was only starting out in life. I was barely a young girl of eighteen out of high school. I could not compete with the elegant women of London high society that they were used too. So, I let go of the dream after two weeks and decided to get on with my new London life. I went to museums, galleries, and of course the pub with people of my age. In London the drinking age is eighteen, not twenty one like in America, so it was something new to have fun with. I was starting to get a hang of working in the boutique and having my own social life among people of my age. However, back in my mind I was always thought about Mr. Rake. No one I met could compare to him. He was an older man with power and good looks, and knew how to fuck me. I wanted him still.
Then one day, a month later, it happened. I was lounging around the London townhouse in the parlor looking through London fashion magazines. When my phone buzzed I was reluctant to look at it. I just assumed it was an unimportant immature gossip text from one of my new girlfriends. Finally out of curiosity I read it.
The message read, “We’ll pick you up at three.”
What?! I thought to myself. There was only one person that would send text like that. A text that was without explanation and so demanding and controlling, it had to be Mr. Rake and Mr. Poleman. Since the text did in fact say “we.” I jumped up and down and giggled. Three o’ clock was only an hour away. I quickly showered and got dressed and flew downstairs at three on the dot. The black car pulled up and Damian and Mark sat in the back seat. They both kissed me and held me close. Between kisses I said, “Where have you been? Did you miss me? Where are we going?”
“Yes, I’ve missed you my little virgin. Sorry it’s been so long, I have a billion dollar empire to run and all,” Damian said.
“We’re taking you somewhere but it’s a surprise,” Mark moaned.
“You like surprises, don’t you Alice?” Damian asked.
“Yes, I do,” I said.
We made out in the back seat until the car finally came to a stop. I had no clue where we were but it was a good forty minutes in the car so I knew we had went far. When I got out of the car I was in complete shock. I looked around and could not believe where I was. The car was parked on the tarmac of the Heathrow airport in a private hanger. Before us was a private jet. What had I gotten myself into now? I looked at them with a questioning look. “You want me to get on that plane?”
“That’s our plane, and yes,” Damian said.
“And where is your plane going?” I asked.
“You’ll have to get on it to find out?” Mark said.
I smiled and hugged them both. I was not planning on adventure, but I was not planning on any of the things that had happened to me since coming to London. Now I was so grateful that I had left the small town and moved here. It really was a city of enchantment. So, I got on the plane. An hour later we landed in Reykjavik, Iceland. I had never seen a place so geographically beautiful before. There was steam rising from the Earth itself. Damian and Mark took me to their land, which had a beautiful hot spring pool. This was the most magic that I could ask for. I was with two older powerful men in an exotic land and it was just what I needed to make my change from a small town girl, to a woman of the world. We stayed there for the entire weekend and then I made my way back to London and my job. I continued to see Damian as lovers and had a hell of a year.
THE END
Billionaire Boss
CHAPTER ONE
Savannah Gentleman’s Club
I always felt excited when I would see him come into the club. I had just moved to Savannah, Georgia from Ohio and I was quickly in love with the southern enchantment of the place. I found a job as a waitress at a gentleman’s club that resembled the parlors of the old days. This was not a strip club by any means; it was an elegant establishment with lush furnishings and modest entertainment. There were card tables, a few billiard tables, and cigars and brandy. The parlor had not changed since the Civil War. It was my second day on the job when I first saw him. He was a gorgeous older man and I was immediately drawn to him. My life, so far had been a complete mess and I felt like I was whirling out of control each day. I think this was why an older man always caught my attention. There was something about them that made me feel safe. This man was no exception.
I watched as he walked down the aisle to his seat in his dark gray suit. His shoulders were broad, his dark locks of hair casually fell over his green eyes, and his full lips were soft and a pale pink. He had a manly scent to him that drove me crazy.
I walked down the aisle in my club uniform with my brown hair pulled into an elegant side sweeping hairstyle. I had bright red lipstick on my full lips and fishnet stockings with shiny patent leather black heels. My tight pressed white shirt tucked neatly into my high waisted shorts. I looked more like a cigarette girl from the 1940s. I was pleasantly asking the patrons if they would like a drink and as I got closer to the attractive older man I began to get nervous. I was always nervous around attractive men. I was never good with them.
“Would you like a drink sir?” I said to him.
He looked up at me and gave me a knowing smile. His grin was captivating.
“Of course,” he said in a thick southern accent. “Do you think I can get a brandy and a cigar?”
“Yes, sir. I’ll bring it right over.”
“Thank you,” he said.
I could feel his eyes on me as I walked away and I felt myself getting aroused by his attention toward me. I did like it. I did my best to concentrate on my job through out the night, but it wasn’t easy.
I handed the man a brandy and a cigar. “Here you are sir.”
“It’s Reginald. Please call me Reginald,” he said winking at me.
I nodded and walked away. He made me feel excited when he looked at me. I was nervous and had butterflies in my stomach. It was arousing and exciting. When the place was closing he came up to me and put his hand on my back. It felt good. His hand felt warm even through my waitress uniform. He smiled at me and said, “Until next time.” Then he stepped out of the parlor.
Finally the day came when I saw him again, Reginald the elegant southern gentleman. When I saw him walk in, my mysterious southern gentleman looked just as attractive as I remembered. He sat down and then locked eyes with me. I smiled.
He once again called me over and ordered a brandy. I set it on his table and he winked at me.
Then I walked away to attend to the other patrons. Fifteen minutes later, Reginald asked for another brandy. When I handed him the drink he handed me the napkin that I had handed him earlier. He motioned to it. I looked down and saw that there was now writing on it. My eyes grew wide with excitement. I quickly put it in my pocket, as I did not want to get in trouble. I made my way to the back, where we prepare the food and drinks. I unfolded the napkin discreetly when no one is looking. It reads, “You are beautiful. Join me for dinner tomorrow tonight?”
I felt myself blushing a bright pink. I felt very nervous and yet excited at the same time. Unfortunately I would have to turn him down. I did not want to do anything to jeopardize my new job.
Through out the rest of the night I had to figure out how I would discreetly tell Reginald that I could not join him. Every time I looked in his direction I could see him giving me a sly smile. His gaze would roll over my body from my feet up to my brown eyes. It made me feel like I was naked.
At the end of the night I walked over to him. He stood up and he towered over me at 6 feet tall. I was 5’3 and petite. He leaned in close, as if he knew I was going to say something to him.
I whispered, “Sir, thank you for your invitation. I cannot go however. I don’t want to get in trouble. I am sorry.”
“I wish you would change your mind,” his voice was deep and sultry.
I felt my knees get weak. I wanted to give in and say yes. I remembered myself.
“I’m sorry I can’t.”
“Call me if you change your mind,” he said in his thick southern drawl as he handed me a card.
I quickly stuffed it into my pocket.
I left the club that day full of regret. As I walked to my car in my uniform it was balmy and humid. That was part of living in the south. I was not used to it yet.
As I drove back to my apartment, I drove down a street on my way home where the gorgeous homes of the post-Civil War days were built. They were grand Victorian Mansions. Spanish moss hung from the trees like a thick green decoration. It always made me feel relaxed to drive through here. I thought about how I always wanted my southern fantasy. My Gone With The Wind version of Rhett Butler, and now it was happening and I rejected it. I felt really silly about it. The universe was delivering exactly what I wanted and I turned my face at it. As I drove and began to picture myself with Reginald I became very hot and aroused. I wanted his strong hands on me. I wanted to be his southern bell, and I wanted him to take me in a passionate embrace. When I got home, I called him.
CHAPTER TWO
Savannah Steam
I got in the car and drove to the very same street that I drove down the previous day where all the lush Spanish moss hung from the trees and the Victorian Southern Mansions lined the streets. Only this time I was not going on a leisurely drive, I was going to Reginald’s mansion. I wore a scarlet red dress, red lipstick, and high heels. I pulled up and a butler came out to greet me. The house was a stark white plantation style house with two full wrap around porches and fluted columns surrounded by giant oak trees. It was absolutely beautiful. I walked into the house and nervously looked around. Then I saw him. He was standing at the bar with a brandy in his hand. He looked at me and smiled. I had forgot how attractive he was. His green eyes were stunning even from this distance. I walked over to him slowly. His dark locks of hair went well his dark suit. When I was standing next to him he looked down at me from his tall height and said, “I’m so glad you came. You look stunning,” he said.
We sat down to a delicious meal of hot French soup with hot bread and wine. Then we had filet mignon that was so tender it fell away with the touch of the fork. The side dish was with roasted vegetables with nuts and cranberries. It was sweet and delicious. It was quite refined and elegant and I felt like a princess as I ate the decadent food in such a rich beautiful environment.
Reginald looked at me with his soulful green eyes. There was kindness in them. I felt like I could trust him even though I hardly knew him.
I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to take command. I wanted him to devour me.
He stood up from the table, “Want to see the upstairs?”
I nodded my head, yes, in response to his question. The back of his hand went down my face softly. I looked up at him with lust in my eyes. He just grinned at me; he knew what he was doing.
I was feeling completely in lust with this man. He was everything I wanted to experience in a gentleman. He was confident, demanding, and I suspected he knew how to please a woman in ways I could only imagine. I had spent the last few years so focused on getting my life together that I didn’t have time to date. Or really, I was just bad at dating. I always saw the man’s faults right away, so I never even made it to date number two. It was a serious problem. But now so much time had passed since I just had a raw sexual encounter that I as starting to feel like less of a woman. There’s nothing that could make a woman feel like less of a woman, than not being touched or made love too. This brought out all my insecurities. Now I needed to rebuild my confidence, and I needed a man, a real man, to ravage me. He looked like a man that could fulfill that desire.
“Okay, I’ll come up,” I finally said. Tonight I would surrender myself to pleasure.
He turned his back to me and starting walking to his room. I stood motionless, and then he turned over his shoulder and said, “This way peach.”
I took my first steps forward as I followed him down the hall. I was doing this and nothing could stop me. He unlocked the door and pushed the door open and said, “After you.”
He opened the door and it was a beautiful master suite. It was large and decorated in the best high-end furniture and accessories. It was gorgeous. It was massive with high ceilings and lush furnishings, fit for a king. The wallpaper was a soft green fabric that matched the heavy drapes. The sitting area had a plush sofa and chairs along with a fireplace. Through another door I could see the bedroom. A large canopy bed was right in the middle of it.
“So, what do you think of the view?” Reginald asked.
I walked over to the massive windows. He was right. It was a beautiful view. You could see all of Savannah with twinkling lights on the buildings. In the distance far away you could see the ominous clouds of a storm rolling in.
“It’s beautiful,” I said.
“Yes. It is,” Reginald said.
“I think it might rain,” I said.
“Yes, a storm is coming,” he said. “I should light the fireplace then.”
He went over to the fireplace and turned on the switch. The room became instantly a glow with the firelight. It was very romantic. He looked at me from across the room and slowly made his way toward me. I smiled and turned back toward the window and stared out at the view.
I could feel him move behind me. He was inches away from me and his scent drifted past me. He moved closer and closer behind me then whispered in my ear, “Claire, you are beautiful, just like the view.”
His breath was hot on my neck. I sighed in anticipation of him touching me. He pushed my hair aside and softly kissed my neck. I felt a tingly sensation go up my entire body.
I felt a tingle of nerves down my spine as I continued to stare out of the window. It looked like there was a storm coming our way. In the night I could see flashes of lightning far off in the distance. It looked like it was headed our way.
CHAPTER THREE
Pillow Talk
Right in front of me was a window seat. It was plush with white pillows and soft lace drapes on either side. Reginald continued to softly kiss my neck and I melted against his chest.
He gently held my arm and encouraged me to bend forwa
rd and place both my hands onto the window seat in front of me. My legs trembled under me as he started to adjust my position with a firm hand on the small of my back. I became aware of my hard nipples under my dress as they gently rubbed against the fabric. It felt good and it made me feel sexy. He traced kisses down my back as I bent over the seat. I liked that he was taking command and telling me what to do. It felt good to have someone like Reginald who took charge. This was probably because he was an older man who took charge and knew who he was and what he wanted. I admired that in a man and I admired that in him. His hands caressed my waist and pulled on my hips. He pulled my backside against him. He rubbed himself on me and I could feel his hardness through my dress. The bulge felt big through his pants. I gasped as he moved and I could hear his moans. His hands slipped from my waist down my hips. He pulled his body away from mine and knelt down behind me. His hands slid down my hips and down my thighs.
“Spread your legs open,” he whispered to me.
I did as he asked. I pushed my feet apart and spread my legs open a little. I heard him moan as I did this. His hands continued to caress my thighs and down my legs to my knees and then to my ankles. Reginald put one hand on my high heel and pulled it off of me. Then he did the same with the other shoe. His hands roamed back up my leg to the inside of my thighs. I sighed as his hands softly touched me. Then they went higher until his hand was on my already hot center. He rubbed over my panties along my slit and I gasped at the feeling. It felt so good and I thought I would fall from my knees being weak. His fingers delicately pushed my panties to one side and then explored my wet cleft. I moaned loudly as his fingers pushed inside me and touched me. I wanted him now more than ever. This was beyond anything I had ever felt with any man. When he was done exploring me with his fingers he grabbed the sides of my panties and pulled them off me and down my legs. Then he stood up.
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