Bet You're Mine: A Lesbian Billionaire Fake Girlfriend Romance

by Berri Fox

  “Love you too,” he grumbles.

  “We’ll be home late, so don’t wait up. Make sure Emma has a good dinner and a bath before bed. Don’t let her stay up too late.” I tick off the directions on my fingers.

  “I raised you, didn’t I? I think I can handle one three-year-old for the day.” I can tell that he’s not as upset as he wants us to believe he is. He’s just worried about me, like any father would be. He doesn’t want to see me get hurt again.

  Before I can reply, Rafaela grabs hold of my arm and spins me towards the door. She sweeps me from the house and into her Aston Martin. It’s the fanciest car I’ve ever been in, and I’m afraid to touch any part of it, even though Emma and I were both in it earlier.

  Ten

  Rafaela

  That sneaky bastardo, Stefano thinks that he can sabotage me? I was a fool to think that he would play fair.

  In the years that I have known my idiot younger brother he’s never been one to leave a bet to chance. If there’s any way for him to weight the dice then he’ll do it and I’m sure that he’s laughing thinking about how our father must have frightened her.

  Well she passed with flying colors! And I’ll be damned if I’m going to let Stefano get one over on me. It’s time for me to pull out all the stops and really sweep Heather off her feet.

  She’s not going to know what hit her.

  “So, Principesca,” I say to Heather with a small smile as we rev my car. “Are you willing to put yourself in my hands for the rest of the day?”

  She flushes prettily. “I think I trust you.”

  “Good,” I take her hand and kiss it and I’m thrilled to see her blush travel further up her cheeks. She’s precious and I feel a surge of renewed determination to give her the best date possible.

  Usually when I try to impress a girl I go for the tacky and expensive - big jewels, expensive restaurants, enough flowers to fill their apartments. That feels like the wrong direction to go with Heather, though. She’s sweet and sincere in a way that the women I see aren’t usually.

  I know exactly where I want to take her.

  We drive through the city and I can tell how excited Heather is. It’s obvious that she hasn’t been spoiled very much in her life and I want to change that. She certainly seems to have earned it after what’s happened in her life.

  We talk about light topics, her job and my ridiculous cousins and before I know it we’re drawing up to park outside a tiny little chocolate shop. I used to come here with my nonna when she was still alive, we would eat cannoli and drink the rich dark hot chocolate in the tall thin glasses.

  It’s one of my favorite memories and I know that nothing except something special will do for someone like Heather. I help her out of the car gallantly and take her into the store, grinning as her eyes get very big when she sees the rows upon rows of Italian deserts and handmade chocolates.

  “Bambina!” Zia Maria comes bustling out into the shop, wiping her hands on her apron. “You haven’t been here in so long, we’ve missed you. And who is this beauty who stands with you?”

  I introduce Heather and chuckle a little as Zia Maria and Zia Rosa bustle around her, trying to find out what chocolate she likes best and offering her tiny delicacies to taste. They were good friends to my nonna and the first lesbians I ever met. I think even when I was very young my nonna knew that I was going to be different and had looked out for me by giving me great role models to look up to.

  I feed Heather tiny lime chocolates and she buys the most adorable chocolate teddy bear for Emma and barely protests when I pay for it. After some of the creamiest and most indulgent hot chocolate in the city I bid my goodbyes and sweep us both on to the next place.

  When Apollo and Daniella and I were in our teens we promised to always have each others backs. We went to a small jewelers and had three gold bracelets made with all of our initials carved into them. Apollo and I still wear ours and Daniella had hers turns into a charm she wears around her neck.

  I take Heather into the small jewelers and we spend ages pouring over the jewelry as she protests she couldn’t possibly accept any such thing from me. I notice that her eyes keep getting drawn back to a delicate filigree silver chain with a single perfect pearl set into a teardrop pendant hanging off it and when she’s distracted by a display of charm bracelets I buy it and slip it into her jacket pocket.

  As soon as we’re outside the store I tell her to look and the amazement on her face is enough to make my heart swell.

  “What about the theatre?” I ask as we wander further up the street, window shopping. “Is there anything that you’ve been dying to see?”

  Heather laughs. “I’ve never been to a Broadway production in my life!”

  “Well we have to do something about that. What about Wicked?”

  “The one about the Wizard of Oz?”

  I am by no means the theatre nerd that Apollo is but even I have to let out an outraged noise at that. “That’s it. We’re going tonight.”

  “Won’t they be sold out?” she looks a little dazzled.

  “Not for me.” I make a call and before five minutes have passed I’ve got hold of two front row seats. “There. Would you like to come back to mine for dinner before the show?”

  She has an admiring look in her eyes that does something amazing for my ego, and when she nods I feel like I’ve won the world. No matter what Stefano says I know that if I can get Heather into bed she’s not going to want to leave me any time soon.

  And I can’t deny that this adorable woman is so gorgeous that I’d like to spend a whole day kissing every inch of her body.

  We arrive at the flat and I take her all the way up to the penthouse. The tension between us is searing. Heather can’t seem to take her eyes off me and I barely have to ask before we’re bypassing dinner and heading towards the bedroom.

  She’s so beautiful it almost takes my breath away, and I’m sure I’m going to be a little of taking her breath away in turn. I wish I could tell Stefano how completely his plan has backfired. Things have never gone better.

  Eleven

  Heather

  I feel a twinge of excitement in my stomach as Rafaela leads me back to the bedroom.

  Her bedroom is as big and extravagant as the rest of her home. I start to feel a bit nervous and awkward.

  I’ve never done something like this before. Still, I want to so badly with Rafaela.

  Her hips sway as she walks me over to the bed. I can’t help but feel a jolt of lust as I watch her. I feel a wetness growing in between my legs.

  She sits down on the bed. I sit down next to her. She runs her fingers through my hair.

  “Do you know how beautiful you are?” She whispers into my ear.

  My breath catches in my throat. It’s hard to think of a response when she’s this close to me.

  “I…” I start to speak but quickly trail off. All I can think about is how much I want her. My legs start to slowly spread without me telling them to.

  She grins. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I stare into her eyes. I feel so silly for not being able to formulate a response, but it’s hard to think right now.

  “Tell me,” she continues. “Do you want to do this? I can make you feel so good.”

  Her hand starts to trail up my thigh. I feel electricity rip through my body at her touch. I nod, wanting more.

  “Good,” she says. She leans in for a kiss, pulling my head close to hers.

  The kiss is incredible. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. This is easily the best kiss of my life, and we’re just getting started.

  I press myself close to her, wanting more. I feel her body against mine. My arms wrap around her.

  I need this. I feel like I could orgasm at any moment. All of the songs and poems about how great sex is are finally starting to make sense to me.

  She wraps her arms around me as well. It feels so nice. Her embrace feels so protective and strong. I feel like putty in her hands.<
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  She clearly has a plan, which I’m happy about. I don’t know that I could figure out what to do next in my current state.

  She pushes me back onto the bed and gets on top of me. I didn’t know it was possible, but this feels even better.

  I feel myself submitting more and more to her. The anticipation mounts within me as I do. I want her to be totally in charge of me.

  I surprise myself a bit with these feelings. It feels so right and natural. I’m going off of pure instinct.

  I’m happy I’ve found Rafaela. I would have missed out on a whole world of sensations if I didn’t.

  My back arches up to her. I wonder for a moment if I should start undressing, but she answers the question I was thinking for me.

  Rafaela pulls my clothes off until I’m left only in my underwear. I’m too turned on to be self-conscious about this.

  She looks over my body hungrily. I can tell she’s making a plan for what she wants to do next.

  She leans down and begins to kiss over my neck. She feels over the skin that’s exposed now that I’m partially undressed.

  It’s like she’s claiming every part of my body for herself. I want her to continue. I let out a breathy moan as she feels all over me.

  Her hands wander down the upper part of my chest to my ribs and stomach. Then, she trails down over my hips and starts circling my thighs. She kisses my neck as she goes.

  I spread my legs more. I want her to get me off. I’m already teetering on the edge and she’s barely started.

  “Not yet,” she says before kissing me.

  I get more turned on with the mounting anticipation. Now she’s even going to control when I get off.

  She unhooks my bra and takes it off, exposing me to the cool air of the room. My nipples harden with the exposure. She grins.

  “You’re so beautiful,” she says before giving me another kiss.

  She takes the silk scarf from around her neck and wraps it around my wrists. She secures it to the bedframe.

  Before I know it, I’m tied up and helpless beneath her. My legs spread even more, wanting her to fuck me.

  She sits back and examines her work. She smiles, pleased with herself.

  “Now I’ve got you just where I want you,” she says.

  She leans down and kisses down my neck and over my chest. Her hands reach up and start to fondle my breasts. I let out a moan.

  She presses herself more against me. She begins to suck on one of my nipples. She uses her hand to squeeze and fondle the other.

  The sensation is incredible. She’s still denying me my release. She isn’t even near my pussy. I arch my back and try to grind my hips against her, but she doesn’t give in.

  I begin to feel an ache in between my legs as I wait for her to get me off. I feel the pleasure running through me, but I’m also becoming more frustrated, wanting a release.

  She walks that line expertly. My frustration is only making what I do get even better.

  She continues this for a bit more before sitting up. She runs her hands up and down my sides.

  “Are you sure you want it?” She asks.

  I nod. “Yes,” I say. “I want it so badly.”

  “Well, who am I to deny you pleasure?” She asks with a devilish grin. “But I think we should even the score first.”

  She stands up and begins to strip. She puts on a little show for me, going slowly and sexily.

  When she finishes stripping off the last of her clothing, she leans back down to kiss me.

  I barely get a chance to appreciate how beautiful she is in the nude before she hooks her fingers around the waistband of my underwear and slowly begins to pull them down.

  Twelve

  Rafaela

  I pull down her panties, wanting to give her at least a little satisfaction before I begin to play with her again.

  Even though this started out as just insurance, I am enjoying this. As much as I hate to admit it, this is really getting me going.

  I know this is all for a stupid bet, but I don’t think I’ve had a sub that takes to all of this so easily. Heather is putty in my hands. That’s for sure.

  But still, I might be putty in hers too. We match up together so well.

  I don’t know that many songs or poems are written about lesbian BDSM, but if there are, they would be about this.

  I pull down her underwear and discard it off the side of the bed. Without being told to, Heather spreads her legs for me. It gives me a good look at her totally exposed and tied up on my bed.

  I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t completely soaked right now.

  I want to completely ravish her right now, but I have to take it slow. I want to tease her and play with her for longer. It will make the release at the end that much sweeter.

  I kiss her. She kisses me back eagerly.

  While she’s distracted with the kiss, I slip a finger into her. She moans into the kiss as I do so.

  She’s so wet that I’m not met with much resistance. I pump my finger in and out slowly. I curl it up, being sure to press on her g-spot as I go. A happy gasp tells me that I’ve found it.

  I continue to work on her, getting her closer to orgasm. She lewdly thrusts her hips against my hand. I add more fingers in response.

  I smile as she gets more into it. She isn’t thinking. She’s just feeling. That’s how I like the girls I fuck to be.

  I feel myself wanting more as well. The thing that not everyone realizes is that doms have to put their pleasure second sometimes.

  I like to put my girls first. I want them to entirely lose themselves in pleasure before I get off. Heather is nearing that point.

  But I don’t want her to reach it just yet. My actions reach a crescendo before I pull away.

  She practically whimpers as I do. She’ll come down a little bit, but I’ll get her back to the plateau.

  I kiss her neck.

  “Do you want to be a good girl and get me off?” I ask between kisses.

  “Yes, I do,” she agrees.

  “Good girl,” I say. I kiss over her breasts before turning myself around.

  Since she’s tied up, I have to be the one moving. I straddle myself over her face. She has the best view in the house of my pussy now.

  She immediately begins to eat me out. There isn’t any hesitation there. Her eagerness is cute.

  I love the feeling of her tongue running over my pussy. She laps up all the wetness that’s accumulated while I was teasing her and she runs her tongue over my clit. I feel myself begin to ache as I yearn for release.

  I run my hands over my breasts and play with them. I look down at her body to stimulate myself more as well.

  I try to get myself close to orgasm so she can finish me off while I work on her too. I don’t want her to get bored while she eats me out, so I begin to play with her.

  I run my hands over her torso. She stops for a second in surprise, but quickly goes back to eating me out.

  I start to play with her breasts again, building her anticipation back up. She groans in frustration and begins to grind her hips in the air. I know what she wants, but she’s not going to get it yet.

  I’m glad I tied her up before this. Otherwise she’d be able to just get herself off.

  I keep playing with her breasts. I tweak her nipples and squeeze over her entire breast. I love the way they feel in my hands.

  But, I know it’s going to be soon before she has enough.

  I lean forward over her. She adjusts her head as I do.

  I use my hands to spread her legs wider, and I begin to eat her out as well.

  She gasps and stops, throwing her head back in ecstasy.

  “Who told you to stop?” I ask, stopping as well.

  “Sorry,” she says breathily. She starts to eat me out again.

  I bring my attention back to her pussy as well. I lick her, and I can tell how much she wants it. She moans through trying to get me off.

  I start adding some fingers into the mix. I
begin to thrust some fingers in and out of her as I eat her out.

  It starts getting harder for her to focus on what she’s doing. I tease her a bit more before I decide it’s best to reward her for her hard work.

  I start thrusting my fingers into her harder. There’s no more teasing here. I just want to get her off.

  It isn’t long before she orgasms. She throws her head back and shudders as she does. I don’t need to see her face to know that was a good one.

  I slowly massage her clit as she comes down. Her breathing becomes less erratic and her movements less frantic.

  I pull myself back up over her.

  “Now you can do that for me,” I joke.

  She begins to eagerly eat me out again. She mimics some of the tongue movements I’ve made on her, and I have to admit, it’s incredible.

  It isn’t long before I’m finishing too. I grip the headboard for support as the orgasm rolls through me.

  When I’ve come down from it, I get off of her and untie her. I give her a kiss.

  We’re still not done with our date, but I make a note to myself that I definitely want to do that again.

  Thirteen

  Heather

  It’s been two weeks. Two weeks since the most intense, mind-blowing, life altering sexual experience of my entire life. Two weeks since Rafaela took me on a whirlwind romantic afternoon that lasted well into the night.

  She showed me parts of this town that I never even knew existed. Parts, that in my pauper like state, I’ve never been privy to. When it was finally time to say goodbye, she dropped me off at my dad’s, kissed me sweetly, and then disappeared in that fancy car of hers.

  There’s never been a time in my life that I’ve felt happier. I would almost believe it was all just some wild and crazy dream, if Rafaela wasn’t popping in on a daily basis, buying me things, showering me with gifts, and spoiling Emma absolutely rotten.