by Gold, Bella
“Chica, could I get another glass of wine please?” Robert asked, holding up his empty goblet. At fifty, Robert was overweight, pasty white, and balding. His wife Veronica, who was twenty years younger, glared at him from across the table as he summoned Lola.
Grinding his teeth, Michael bit back the harsh words that threatened to bubble out of his mouth. Glancing up, he threw Lola an apologetic glance, which she quickly responded to with a soft smile, assuring him that she was fine. Behind her, James was approaching the tray of individual crème Brulee's that Lola had spent precious hours preparing to perfection.
Sonya, Bill’s wife, raked her eyes hungrily over James as he leaned down to her side to give her her dessert. She was the co-owner of the resort that Michael’s club was attached to, and was used to being able to sample every- and any- pool or cabana boy she wanted. Brazenly she reached out, taking a firm grip on James’ backside.
Michael shot up out of his seat, ready to drag the woman by the hair out of his house along with the lot of them. They all stared at him, wondering what was about to happen. Lola saved him by laughing lightly, fluttering her hand at him as if she were waving him to sit back down.
“There’s no need to help me, Sir, I’m fine,” she assured, shooting a look that willed him to calm down.
“I wasn’t certain,” Michael responded, rigidly sitting back down.
“It looked as if you were about to drop the bottle in Mr. Smith’s lap.”
“Hell,” Robert, chuckled, “ this cute little thing could drop anything she liked into my lap, as long as she promised to clean it up with those little hands of hers.”
His hand patted her backside suggestively, and Michael watched as shame colored Lola’s pretty cheeks. Unable to take any more, Michael cleared his throat and dismissed Lola and James to the kitchen. When they were gone, he once again stood, glowering at each and every guest at his table.
“I want to preface this by saying that I understand perfectly well that half of my success on this island comes from the traffic that you create for my clubs and restaurants. For that, I am eternally thankful. However, if any single one of you bourgeois self-righteous cunt's ever laid a finger on the members of my household again or try to verbally degrade them, I will drag you out of here by your hair and throw you into the ocean. Am I perfectly understood?”
Every individual at the table looked at him as if he’d lost his mind, but one by one they all agreed to behave better. There were some people they knew they could fight and argue with, proving their rights to be above the rules. Michael, however, was not one of them, and they all understood that man or woman, they would feel the promised harm intended towards them if they did not obey his rules. Feeling as if his guests understood, he called Lola and James back in, allowing them to finish serving his guests.
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Over the next week, Michael became swamped with business. His clubs from all over the world were calling him with new problems and issues that only he could solve if he was there. Regretfully, knew that he would soon have to leave his beautiful mansion and precious servants to once again go out and work. After his remarks at the dinner, he waited for a rebuttal or any reaction at all from the guests, but he received none. As a matter of fact, quite the opposite had happened. Sales in his club had spiked over the week, and as he drove into the city one day, he saw two new billboards marketing his club that he knew for a fact he didn’t pay for. Perhaps, Michael thought, they just needed a few guiding words from a Dominant Master.
Any moment he was not on the phone or in the city handling business, he was with Lola and James. He had grown quite attached to them and he wished that he could bring them with him on his travels. Unfortunately, he knew the distraction to be with them would be too strong, and it would be best for all of them that he went back to work alone, just as he always did. One Saturday night, at one of the finest restaurants on the coast, he broke the news to them that he would be leaving within the next week to go back to work.
“When will you come back?” James asked softly, his hand intertwined with Lola’s.
Michael wished more than anything that he had a concrete answer, but sadly he did not.
“As soon as I can,” he promised, meaning it wholeheartedly.
“I’m not going to lie, it’s going to be a while. I have problems in Australia, Germany, and Bali, and I have to be there personally to sort it all out,” Michael explained.
They didn’t know it yet, but he had arranged for them both get a very nice sized bonus on their next paychecks, as a thank you for their time and devotion. Michael hoped that the extra spending money would soften the blow of him leaving. Though they both looked sad, they nodded their heads, understanding that Michael hadn’t become a billionaire by staying still.
After dinner, Michael’s hired driver took them back to the mansion. Together, they walked down the small trail of the cliffs towards the glowing white sands of the Jamaican beach. The moon was full, marking a full month together. The roar of the waves crashed deftly around them as James laid out the large red blanket they’d brought with them. It was a beautiful clear night, full of stars. Together on the blanket the three of them cuddled together and looked up into the sky, pointing out constellations and shooting stars.
Their heads were spinning from the champagne Lola had brought down for them, and soon they weren’t looking at the stars at all, but deep into one another’s eyes. Michael felt a wave of emotion in his chest as he looked from Lola to James. They both looked at him with such hunger and devotion. He couldn’t ask for a more perfect group.
Hungrily Michael’s lips caressed over James’, his hand gliding to the back of his head to press the other man further into his chest. Immediately James obliged, throwing a leg of Michael’s waist as their kiss grew deeper. At their feet, Lola began removing their clothes, starting with their shoes and socks, and working up to their pants and shirts until they were both naked.
The moment Lola finished removing her own clothing she felt both sets of hands drag her down between the two men, their strong arms wrapping around them. Michael’s lips claimed hers as James’s caressed and explored the back of her neck and shoulders, making her whimper and moan in pleasure. Already she could feel their erect cocks brushing against mons and backside, begging for entrance.
Michael’s fingers teased and tugged at her nipples and James’ found the entrance of her hot center, thrusting his fingers deeply and forcefully inside her. Lola moaned against James’s lips, wanting more. Little did she know, Michael’s toy play with her over the last few weeks had prepared her for this moment, and when both men positioned themselves on either side of her, she knew she was about to experience the most intense scene of her life.
After James slipped out his fingers, Michael went first, sliding his erect cock tightly into Lola’s vaginal walls. Her flowing juices made it easy for him, even in their position. To ease the tension, Michael guided her leg over his hip, leaving her open and ready for James. Lola gasped as she felt the tight ring of muscle of her anus stretch around the thick expanse of James’s massive cock as he took her inch by slow inch until he was buried completely inside of her.
Lola found it impossible to close her mouth or open her eyes as her two men began to move their hips. Knowing their bodies well, they moved as a perfect machine, creating a flawless rhythm that soon had all three of them moaning in a chorus of pleasure. Even with their previous toy play, Lola had never been more filled in her life. Her tight, curvy body trembled with each stroke and thrust of her lover’s, and as she neared the extremely intense orgasm, she worried what her body would do with the sudden release of her muscles.
“Shhh,” Michael soothed, kissing her forehead as he yet again thrust deeply inside of her.
“Just relax, little one, we have you.”
Wanting to obey, Lola relaxed her body as much as she could as her impending orgasm swelled. All too soon she couldn’t hold it back, and with a low, guttural moan, Lola’s entire body quivered and seiz
ed as the intense spasm washed over.
James growled as he felt the tight squeeze of her anus gripping his cock, and he quickly followed, pumping his seed deep into her ass as Michael neared his end as well, both of them filling Lola with their cum.
CHAPTER 7
Michael’s eyes slowly opened as he roused slowly from his sleep. Looking down, he saw James curled tightly against his chest. His cock was still buried deep in the other man’s ass, and he wondered if he had softened at all during the night or if he’d stayed rigid the entire time. He and James had spent the previous night together one on one, something Michael did with each of them to make sure they were both getting enough attention.
James had been ravenous for Michael, and without Lola between them; they had been fierce, nearly brutal with one another. The last time Michael had cum, he had done so intensely that he passed out with his cock still inside of James. He’d had dreams through the night of something warm and tight riding his cock, and he wondered if he even in his sleep he’d fucked James over and over again.
Slowly, Michael eased himself of James’s ass, waking the younger man as he did so. James groaned as the hard length slowly left his body, sending his thighs and backside into a fit of painful trembles. His body had stayed in that position obediently for hours, and now it begged to be moved and cared for.
“I’m sorry, dearest,” Michael apologized, gently gathering James in his arms. He carried the man into the adjoining bathroom and asked that he call for him when he was ready.
While he waiting, Michael went into the hall bathroom to quickly clean himself up. On his way back, he nearly ran into Lola, carrying a large tray of breakfast foods.
“Good morning, Darling,” Michael greeted, kissing both of her cheeks and her mouth as they walked together towards Michael’s room.
“Good morning Sir,” she replied warmly.
“Is this for James and me?” Michael asked, pointing to the tray.
“It is Sir,” Lola confirmed, placing the tray on the large left bedside table.
From the bathroom, Michael heard James softly call his name, and he jogged quickly to the smaller room. James was showered and clean, but his legs still trembled from such an intense night. Smiling softly, he called for Lola, and together they helped James back into bed. He looked exhausted but extremely satisfied. Lola left them to enjoy their breakfast alone, just like James had done for her and Sir the night before, and went into the adjoining closet to begin packing Michael’s bags. He would be leaving early tomorrow morning, and she wanted him to enjoy his last few hours at the mansion as much as possible.
As she packed the clothes, a small trace of jealousy traveled up through her spine. She was thankful for all that Michael had shown her, and the time he’d spent with her, but he was nowhere near as wild with her as he was with James. While being tied to the bed or the ceiling, she had watched many hours go by of them becoming beasts with one another, fucking with such a ferocity that would have her dripping wet by the time they were done.
Michael certainly wasn’t always gentle with her, but she envied the fact that James had been curled to his chest all night, with Sir’s cock thrust deeply inside of him for hours at a time. She wanted to feel the ache that James was feeling, wanted to feel the intense amount of aftercare he was going through for being so good for Sir. Through the closet door, she could already hear James’s low throaty moans of pleasure as Sir was no doubt massaging all those aching places she wished were on her.
As she listened, an idea popped into her head, and she left through the closet door that leads to the hallway instead of the master bedroom. Quickly she raced to the study and grabbed one of Sir’s fine pens and a piece of his stationary, writing her offering to him. When she was done, she folded the letter and headed back to the closet to finish packing Michael’s clothes.
Peering around the corner and into the master bedroom, she found the delicious sight of Sir’s skilled mouth clamped tights around James’s cock as his dark legs splayed widely over the gold and cream-colored sheets. She imagined the taste of James, the rigid feeling of his veins and mushroomed head as Sir’s wet, skilled tongue was no doubt enveloping and loving it in a perfect fashion.
Tonight they would be spending their final night all together, and she wanted it to be wild and more untamed than ever before. Back in the closet, she took the note out of the suitcase and placed it atop the pile of clothes he’d laid out for the day. She could not wait months until he came back again for the same treatment as James; she wanted it now.
~
A few hours later
Michael chuckled as he read through the note Lola had written him. It was full of anger and jealousy, and he found it quite amusing. So she wanted to be punished, did she? It was their last night together in the house, and he had planned for something romantic. However, if his subs wanted something else, then he would happily give them something else. Walking into his playroom, he checked his ropes and toys, making sure they were all sterilized and ready to go.
He knew that James would need a lighter hand tonight, so he made a mental note to make sure that he didn’t let his hunger for Lola’s pleasure-filled pain go unchecked. In his room he shed the clothes he’d just put on.
“Lola, James, could you come in here please?” He called. They came to him immediately. He smiled ruefully as he stared down them, excited for the upcoming scene.
“I think it’s time we had a little conversation.”
Secret asian billionaire baby
By Alicia Black
Copyright © 2016
CHAPTER ONE
Nicole had her arm through Tyler’s and her head tipped back enjoying the late evening breeze while they strolled through the park. They were surrounded by skeletal trees with branches so bare that the leaves left on each one could be counted on her fingers. She loved this time of year when skirts of autumn gold and dark orange and red leaves surrounded the trees and blew gently across the grass and walkways. Each gust of wind prompted the leaves to take to the air and dance a graceful pirouette before gently wafting back down to join their counterparts on the ground.
“Won’t you miss autumn on the east coast?” she asked Tyler. Tonight was his last night in town. She’d been on the verge of tears all day, but she’d promised herself she wouldn’t cry in front of him. She knew that he was struggling with leaving. She loved him and she didn’t want to make it any harder than it already was.
Tyler smiled and looked around the park. “I won’t miss it because I’ll be home so much you’ll be sick of me and you’ll wonder why I ever moved in the first place.”
Nicole laughed. She knew that wasn’t completely true. His mother was moving to Oregon to live with his sister and Nicole knew that his mother would expect him to visit her when he had a break from work. Mrs. Oshiro, Tyler’s mother had always been somewhat over-bearing but since his father died five years ago, she’d gotten even more so. So Nicole knew that wouldn’t leave much time for her. She promised herself that tonight she wasn’t going to dwell on that. This wasn’t about her. This was Tyler’s big break and she wanted him to be happy. “I’ll just be happy if you remember to drop me a postcard every now and then,” she joked.
Tyler stopped walking and took her by the shoulders. He turned her so she was facing him and said, “This is a huge opportunity for me, otherwise you know I’d never leave, right?”
She nodded. “I know. I was just giving you a hard time. She felt the hot burn of tears filling her eyes again. Fighting them back she said, “I know what an amazing opportunity this is for you and I’m so happy for you. I’m just adjusting to the idea of getting along without my best friend.” Tyler and Nicole met in kindergarten. Copper River Falls is not even an incorporated town. It’s more of a village and unless it’s apple harvest season or the gorgeous Blue-Ridge Mountains were covered in fresh powder to bring the tourists flocking, there were less than a thousand people in the village. Tyler and Nicole were both locals and their
school years were spent in classes that fluctuated between ten and five children from kindergarten through high school graduation. They’d become fast friends that first day, brought together by the trauma of being left alone for the first time with a room full of strangers. Every milestone either of them had since then had been celebrated together one way or the other. Now he was moving over two-thousand miles away and Nicole felt lonely already.
“Maybe you can fly out and visit me once I get settled.”
Nicole smiled and nodded but her and Tyler both knew that was also unlikely to happen. Nicole’s family owns Bennett Bakers. It’s a specialty bakery in the little village they live in and after the tragic loss of her father in a skiing accident the year before and the swift decline in health of both of her grandparents, her mother needed her help more than ever. Nicole took a year off after high school and had originally planned to start college the following year. She took care of her grandparents and made sure that her mother got a break at work. That year flew by and in spite of everyone’s best efforts her grandparent’s health continued to decline. Instead of going away to college as she had planned, she had opted to continue to stay home while her younger brother Ian went away to college. He was offered a full-ride scholarship to Virginia Tech and there was no way she was going to leave him behind and force him to pass up on an opportunity like that. He was in his second year now and doing great. Nicole had just turned twenty-two. She kept her thoughts positive most of the time. She only had to bide her time in Copper River for two more years and then it would be her turn. Those two years would be a lot harder without Tyler around, though. “What time does your plane take off tomorrow?”
“At noon,” he said. “I’m having breakfast with Mother so I’m not sure I’ll have time to see you before I go. Tonight will have to be our good-bye.”