I want every bit of him inside of me.
He spreads my legs open wide, pushing my thighs way back. I’ve never been so open as he easily slides into my wet pussy.
“Ahhhh.” I moan as he thrusts his member deeper and deeper.
“You feel so fucking good to me Rebecca.”
My inner sex queen is more than pleased at how aroused the billionaire is.
“Oh fuck. Oh girl.” He grasps the back of my ass and forces his cock in as deep as
my body will allow. His balls smack my inner thighs with each thrust.
“You’re gonna make me cum, baby” He says, somehow fucking me deeper and harder. “Oh baby. AH. AH. AHHHHHHHHH…” He pulls his shaft out and oozes his warm liquid all over my thighs.
The billionaire collapses by my side and reaches for my hand.
Wow.
I can’t believe I just had sex with Kent Blake, one of the richest and most powerful men in the country. And somehow, as incredible as it was, lying side by side and holding hands feels even better.
After a few minutes, the billionaire gets up and gets dressed. Only Kent Blake could do what he just did and literally look as though nothing whatsoever just happened. Not even a single hair is out of place. His shirt looks freshly pressed.
I follow suit and get my clothes on too.
“You’re not going to just disappear on me again, are you?” I say.
He cocks his head and offers me a sympathetic smile.
“No, Ms. Kern, I’m not. In fact, I was thinking about restructuring your position here at my company.”
He walks over and adjusts the collar on my blouse. I feel a surge of electricity every time our bodies connect.
“I’m sure I can find a much better use for you around here. Unless you would prefer to stuff envelops?” His hands wrap around my waist and gently pull me into his hips.
How arrogant can one man be? I break free from the billionaire’s grasp.
“You want me to be some sort of sex slave?” I ask, visibly offended.
“No, Ms. Kern. I’m offering you a better position. And sex may or may not be a part of the equation.”
“You picked the wrong girl for the job,” I say.
He grins, completely undeterred by my resistance.
“I’m not so sure about that, Rebecca. I think you’re the perfect girl for the job. And the more you fight back, the more I like you. The problem is that you’re confused about the difference between right and wrong.”
“What exactly do you want from me?” I ask.
“The same thing you want from me. The same thing that led you to illegally enter my office,” he pauses. “The only difference between you and I is that I’m not afraid to admit what I want.” He grazes my lower lip with his finger.
My inner will power suffers a major blow from his delicious touch.
Maybe he’s right. I am the one who started this whole thing by sneaking into his office. I begin to have a change of heart.
“What about the envelopes?” I tease.
A wide smile comes across Kent’s face. “I’m confident we can find a replacement for that position.” His eyes scan the length of my just-fucked body.
“And let me be clear about something. Should you agree to my proposal, I will expect full compliance on your behalf,” he says without even a hint of sarcasm.
I can’t believe I’m actually considering this.
* * * * *
Three days have passed since I agreed to the billionaire’s proposal. And not a word from him. I still can’t believe that I let myself get involved with a man like him.
He offered to pay me a salary of ten thousands dollars a month! That’s more money than any of my friends make with their “real” jobs. And it’s more than enough to pay off my school loans in just a few months. How can I pass his offer up?
And yet, I will be crushed if our entire relationship ends up boiling down to sex and money. I can’t afford to get hurt by him.
Why hasn’t he called? Would a two-minute phone call really throw off his all-important schedule?
I hate that I’m already this attached to him.
I have to shake this mood. I decide to take a long, hot shower and make a plan for the night.
“Becky, you in there?” My roommate, Tracy calls into the bathroom as I let the hot, steamy water wash away my thoughts for a few minutes.
“Yup, I’m taking a shower. What’s up?”
“I’m heading out to meet up Mike and Laura. Do you want to meet up with us later?”
“Yeah, maybe I will. I’ll text you in a bit.”
“Okay, later Becky.”
“See ya girl.” I say, forgetting about my own personal billionaire soap opera for a brief minute. Maybe I should go out. Anything to take my mind off things.
I come out of the shower and rub lotion all over my moist skin. I throw a towel around my body and head into my room, determined to turn this night around.
“Good evening, Rebecca.”
AH!! I scream as a man’s voice comes out of nowhere. It takes me a moment to get my bearings.
Kent Blake. He’s in my bedroom doorway!
I’m both excited and annoyed at his intrusion.
“How did you get in here?” I ask, looking angrier than I actually am.
“Your door was unlocked.”
“So you just walked in?”
Kent’s eyes widen. “I guess we’re even.”
He has a point. Besides, how can I possibly stay mad at him? He looks so gorgeous, standing in my bedroom doorway in his tight grey t-shirt and jeans. Just seeing him makes me tingle down below.
“You really need to lock your door,” he says.
“I’ve never had to until now.” I adjust my towel slightly to keep it from sliding off my breasts.
He walks towards me, annoyed at my comment. “Are you arguing with me, Rebecca?” He gazes at my breasts. I recognize that look in his eyes.
Heat moves to that space between my thighs.
“No, sir.” I can barely get the words out. What is it about this man that transforms my brain into a pile of mush?
“Good girl. Now take your towel off for me.”
I do as I’m told. The thought of getting fucked again by him is driving me wild inside.
I bite my lower lip and place my hand between the towel and my breasts.
“Do it, Rebecca!”
I pull the moist towel off my body, exposing every part of me to the billionaire.
I can see a large, hard bulge in Kent’s jeans. I want to devour his package.
“Unzip my jeans,” he demands.
I carefully undo his jeans and out comes his erect shaft.
“It’s your turn to taste me, Rebecca.”
I want nothing more than to please my new boss. I drop to my knees and grab onto his cock, using my tongue to tastes his balls first.
“You’ve done this before,” he says, breathing heavier.
I put the tip of his shaft in my mouth, rubbing my crotch with my free hand.
It’s been so long since I’ve had a man’s unit in my mouth.
His cock is soaking wet from my saliva. I take it in deeper, as deep as my throat will allow.
“Oh fuck, Rebecca.”
The more I turn him on, the wetter my pussy gets.
He pulls his cock out of my mouth. “I need to fuck you, Rebecca.”
I know he’s going to give it to me hard now.
He pulls his pants down and slides them off his ankles.
“Stand up,” he orders me, using his arm to swipe a couple of magazines and a cheap watch off my nightstand.
He lifts me up and places my backside on the nightstand. The surface is cold on my ass, but the heat in my crotch is more than enough to make up for it.
He moves his body in slowly, lifting my head up by my chin and looking deeply into my eyes for what feels like forever.
Our eyes close as our lips lock.
His kiss is so… perfect. The chemistry between us is even stronger than before.
“Ooohh.” I let out a heavenly moan as his cock enters my pussy.
There’s a gentleness about him as he makes love to me on my nightstand. My legs are pinned back, allowing him full access into my opening.
“You’re so beautiful, Rebecca.” His words bring a smile to my soul.
Is Kent Blake starting to have real feelings for me? It can’t be true. I shake my head in disbelief, reaching around the billionaire’s back to pull him further into me.
“Oh, girl. Ohhh.” His thrusting speeds up as he’s about to orgasm.
“Ahhhh!” He pulls his shaft out and spills his warm cum onto my stomach.
* * * * *
The past hour was the most amazing hour of my life, spent just lying in my bed with Kent Blake, gazing into each other’s eyes. My head is filled with so many emotions. Where can this possibly lead? The two of us live in such different worlds- can we really make this work?
The billionaire sits up and tucks my hair behind my ear.
“You up for ordering pizza?” he asks.
“Pizza? Are you serious? I’m with Kent Blake, one of the most powerful men in the universe, and the best you can do is pizza?” I tease.
“Okay, how about we add a couple of side salads to go with the pizza?”
He softly tickles my side. “I hope you’re not just using me for my money.”
“Me, use you? You’re the one who came barging into my apartment demanding that I take my towel off for you.”
A subtle smile comes across his face. “I like you, Rebecca. There’s something about you…” His eyes become serious, almost sad.
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” I say.
“Rebecca, it would serve you well to trust me a bit. Life’s too short to hold back.”
“I’m just not used to having powerful, sexy billionaires take so much interest in me,” I say, justifying my self-doubt.
“You’re powerful too. And sexy. Just in a different way… Your way,” he says, gently lifting my chin.
He goes on. “And besides, I had to practically sell my soul to get to where I am in life. I sacrificed a lot of years, years that I’ll never get back, to become the man I’ve become.”
I begin to see another side to Kent Blake. He’s a real human being, someone who’s experienced pain and confusion, just like me.
“Are you happy with the man you’ve become?” I ask.
“I’m happy with the man I am right now, lying here with you.”
My eyes well up and I’m not even sure why. I feel so alive just being a part of his world right now.
* * * * *
Four days pass since I’ve seen Kent, and it feels like four years. I miss his smile. And that look in his eyes. And the way he makes me feel in my lower region. I still can’t wrap my head around our relationship. Is this really happening? I’m still terrified of getting hurt by him- I’ve been so scarred from my past.
My cell phone vibrates. It’s a text from Kent! It reads: We need to talk about something.
What could this be about? My heart collapses as I consider all of the awful possible meanings behind his text. Has he changed his mind about me? Did he meet someone else?
I start to feel crazy inside wondering what to do. I try calling him. No answer. I have to go and see him.
I approach his office, reassuring myself that I have nothing to be afraid of. I can see that his office door is slightly open… He’s talking to someone and I do everything in my power not to interrupt him.
As I inch closer to his door for a better listen, I can hear that he’s talking to another woman. And they’re laughing together! Is she the reason for the text?
My heart drops to the floor as reality sets in. He’s met someone else.
I peak in and see a gorgeous woman, and she’s standing about six inches from his face. I almost vomit as I catch him leaning in to give the supermodel a hug.
“So we’re on for this Saturday night?” he asks.
“Yes, definitely,” she says, smiling at him.
Saturday night? I feel so sick. I know I should turn around and run away forever, but the crazy, jealous part of me has to lean in to get one more look. As I contort my body to get the best possible vantage point to spy from, my hand slips on the doorframe and I come crashing into his office!
“Rebecca, what a nice surprise!” he says, appearing completely at ease with my ridiculous entrance.
I’m speechless. I look at him. And then her. I can’t believe this is happening.
“I want you to meet my sister, Janet,” he says.
His sister! To say that I feel relieved doesn’t even begin to describe my emotions.
I’m in a total fog as the three of us talk for a couple of minutes and Kent’s sister, Janet, leaves.
“You okay?” he says, wrapping his arms around my waste.
“Yeah, I just thought I’d swing by. I was in the area.”
His touch is so warm. So comforting.
“Did you get my text?”
“Yeah. What was that about?” I say, putting on a nonchalant front.
“I need to do some travelling… I don’t like the idea of being too far away from you,” he says.
Before I can answer he scoops me up and buries his mouth in my neck, giving me sensual kisses up to my ear.
I can feel his breath in my ear. “I missed you. Every part of you.”
I put my hands on his chest, pushing him away in a playful sort of way.
The billionaire grabs my hands and pins them behind my back. He moves in and kisses my so deeply. And so perfectly. Our tongues mesh like the most perfect pair alive.
How could I go from feeling so crazy and uncertain to feeling so ecstatic? Is this the way it’s going to be with him?
Maybe he’s right. Maybe I do need to learn to trust him more.
He walks his hands up the back of my shirt and digs his fingernails into my back.
Ahhh… Here we go again.
He lifts my shirt up over my arms, exposing my breasts to his tongue. He nips at my hard nipple, sending waves of pure pleasure throughout my body.
Our pace is faster, and rougher, than ever before. He’s like an animal that’s been caged up for months. And it’s only been four days!
“I need to fuck you, Rebecca. Do you want me right now?” he says, panting in my breasts.
“Yes. Yes Kent. Fuck me right now.”
He rips my pants off in seconds flat, leaving me in just my thong.
Slowly, he works his way down my chest with his tongue. Down to my belly button. His hands grab my thong and slide it down to my ankles. I step out of it quickly, wanting him more than ever.
He guides me to the floor, lying me on my stomach.
I wait in agony as I hear him undo his pants and strip himself naked.
“Ohhhh.” I can’t help myself from moaning as his shaft presses against my crotch from behind. I feel both of his hands grab my breasts as he enters my opening.
“Ohhh Kent.” He wastes no time, sliding his shaft all the way in.
He goes at me harder and faster than ever before. I can feel the animal in him, wanting nothing more than to fuck me into kingdom come.
He grabs my breasts from behind, toying with my nipples as I arch my back towards him.
“Oh god. Oh yes. Yes.” My pleasure causes him to push harder. Deeper.
“Ohhhhhhhh!” I cum all over his stiff shaft.
“That’s my girl.” His breathing is insane. He’s working so hard, with so much passion.
“Oh fuck! Ahhh!” he pulls out his penis and cums on the back of my legs.
He’s so fucking hot!
* * * * *
Six months later…
I’ve never flown on a private jet before. Kent is flying me out to Jackson Hol
e to meet up with him for a few days while he takes care of some business.
The billionaire arranges a chauffer service to drive me to the airport. Since I’m flying privately, I’m driven past all of the commercial airline terminals. My coach service pulls into a gated section and parks right up to the jet! No security. No lines. I can get used to this.
“You must be Rebecca. Welcome aboard!”
Holy crap! The pilot himself comes out of the aircraft and shakes my hand.
I walk into the jet. The interior is beyond luxurious. It’s equipped with seats that recline into full-size beds, a self-serve food station and mini-bar, a large flat screen TV, and enough space in the cabin to move about freely.
The flight is super quick. We make it to Jackson Hole in less than three hours. A normal trip this far, door to door, would have taken three times this long. I begin to understand why billionaires travel like this.
A car is waiting for me as the jet comes to a stop.
As I’m driven to the Four Seasons Hotel, snow-capped mountains adorn the background.
I still can’t believe how much my life has changed since I met Kent.
I arrive at the luxury hotel and go to check in with the concierge. There’s a handsome gentleman behind the counter.
“Welcome to the Four Seasons in Jackson Hole! How can I help you?”
“I’m here to check in. The other half of my party is already here,” I say. I can barely contain my smile. I can’t wait to see Kent’s gorgeous face. I can only imagine the plans he has for me.
“And the person’s name whom you are staying with?” the concierge asks.
“Kent Blake,” I say.
He looks up from his computer screen and eyes the oversized diamond on my finger.
“And you are?” he asks.
“Rebecca,” I pause, wondering if all of this is a dream. ”Rebecca Blake.”
THE END
Lured
By Rachel Masters
2015 Rachel Masters. All rights reserved.
Amy’s best friend, Trisha, tried to warn her from the very beginning.
“We don’t even know these guys Amy. I really think we should just stay at the club,” said Trisha.
“Relax Trish, we’re on spring break. What’s the point of coming all the way to Cancun if we can’t even go home with these guys? C’mon T, these guys are so gorgeous.” She moved to the music as she spoke, more interested in the two awaiting fraternity guys in the corner of the club.
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