Under the Billionaire's Shelter: Billionaire and Single Mom Romance Collection With New Novel Included (Under Him Book 5)

by Jamie Knight

  “You look amazing,” he said.

  “S-so do you, Sir,” my nervous stutter came back full force.

  “Oh, no need for that. Not yet anyway. Might be a different story should we be in lockdown together. But even in that case, I really do prefer the term Master.”

  “O-okay.”

  “Nervous?”

  “A bit.”

  “Try not to be. I know that's easy for me to say, but I mean it. There is nothing scary going on here. It is really just supposed to be a getting to know you kind of thing.”

  “With solid silver place settings and linen tablecloths,” I said.

  “And cameras.”

  “What?”

  “Don't worry, it's not live. The producers set up the room with micro cameras hoping you wouldn't notice. They'll be mad at me for telling you, but I don't really care. This is my show in more ways than one.”

  I was stunned into silence for a long moment both by his honesty and his swagger. It must have been wonderful to be so free, to literally not care what anybody thought of you. I really hoped it was something he would be able to teach me.

  “So, tell me about yourself,” I said, as he cut into the giant turkey he had cooked.

  The platter also held at least one of seemingly every known garnish and side dish on the planet.

  “Well, let's see. Born to nothing, in terms of money anyway, in a town the residents of Mayberry would find quaint. Caused my first major controversy when I was ten by just not going to church. In my defense, I knew the Bible better than the minister did, including the bits the clergy tend to gloss over.”

  “Like what?” I asked before I could stop myself.

  “Exodus 22:18.”

  “I don't think I know that one.”

  “Most people don't and not by accident.”

  “What does it say?”

  “Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live.”

  “Shit!” I exclaimed.

  “I know.”

  “It's actually calling for-”

  “Murder of people who are different.”

  “Are you fallen away?”

  “Not exactly. To paraphrase Gaiman and Pratchett, I didn't so much fall away as saunter vaguely downwards. What about you?”

  “Me? Oh, I'm boring.”

  “Try me.”

  I found myself not being able to say no to him. Out it came, my entire boring history. The only exciting part was becoming a single mom, although that was the part that I was the most reluctant to tell. I had been afraid it would ruin my chances on the show, but I didn’t want to hide it from him.

  Adam took all of it in stride, as if it was no big thing.

  I started to like him more than ever.

  But then he brought out desert, which was chocolate cake with caramel icing, and I took that back and started to like him even more.

  “So, where’d the father go?” he asked me.

  “He split,” I shrugged. “We had a shotgun wedding once I found out I was pregnant, but it was heavily pushed on both of us by our religious parents. As soon as the baby came, he couldn’t handle the stress. He literally ran away, and I could never even find him. His parents were so ashamed, but I told them I understood. It was a lot of responsibility at such a young age. The annoying part has been trying to find him to serve divorce papers.”

  “What a wimp,” Adam said, shaking his head. “I’m on Team Parents with this one. He should be a man and at least pay child support.”

  “Yeah, that would be nice,” I told him. “And it’s probably why he’s hiding.”

  “Well. Enough talk about that loser. You and I were meant to be here having this dinner together, and that couldn’t have happened if he’d stayed with you,” he said resolutely.

  “That’s true,” I said, nodding as I considered it. “I don’t really have any regrets. I love Freya. And I’m glad I don’t have to be her dad. He and I were never well-suited to begin with. So, yes, I agree. We won’t talk about it any more.”

  “It has been a pleasure to dine with you,” he told me, once we were finishing up the last delicious morsels. “I hope you have had a nice time, too.”

  “I’ve had a great time,” I told him, wishing the date could last longer.

  But by the time I was in the back of the limo again, it couldn't have been more than ten minutes before my phone alerted me of an incoming private message.

  U in the car?

  Yes.

  Is she driving safe?

  Yes.

  GOOD. I gave VERY specific instructions. She's armed too. Just in case.

  Is she a soldier?

  Ex IDF. How did you know?

  Lucky guess.

  I have made a decision.

  Okay.

  I want you. Not just for the show. I want you naked and on your knees.

  What would you like me to do down there?

  Let me face fuck you.

  Of course. Hard if you want.

  Then I want to finger you doggy style, stopping just before you cum.

  I don't get to cum?

  Eventually, but I want to tease you first. Make you beg for it.

  *Blush* Okay

  Then I want to fuck you.

  Doggy?

  End of the bed, then doggy later. After.

  After what?

  After I handcuff you, put in a ball-gag and fuck you in the ass.

  I'm an anal virgin. Is that okay, Master?

  Perfect, Pet.

  Woah, this was crazy. I couldn’t believe he had talked to me so openly like that, and that I had responded just as openly.

  But I told myself that he probably did that with all the contestants. Some kind of test to see how far they are willing to go.

  I ordered myself not to get my hopes up. It was still a long shot and I shouldn't count my chickens. All good advice based on objective truth. If only I was able to listen.

  Chapter Six - Morgan

  I was still buzzing. The social distancing date might not have been a lucid dream, but I had several that night. All of them involved him masterfully edging me before finally popping my anal cherry.

  It was lovely. Mostly because before too long, it was going to be my reality. I would be locked with Adam in a luxury compound of his own devising, at his disposal to be used for anything he wanted me to do. Those were the terms of the contract for the show, and I was getting increasingly excited about the idea.

  I tried to relax so I could get to work, but my pussy just wouldn’t settle down. I was still really horny. Such was Adam’s impact on me, which, if anything, boded well for our forthcoming arrangement.

  He was there. In my head. Without me even need to try. Tall, strong and confident. A small portion of his legendary body canvas showed on his arms from his elbows down.

  Whatever kind of kink he was into, he could clearly take it as well as he could dish it out, even if the rumor that he had done them all himself turned out to be greatly exaggerated, as rumors tended to be. They wouldn’t be nearly so interesting otherwise.

  Without really noticing it, my hand made its way down over my belly and into the front of my panties. My pussy was really wet and ached like nobody's business. I was still very sensitive and had to be gentle at first.

  I coaxed my fingers up the length of my delicate pussy lips, sending waves of joy rippling through me as I imagined that Adam was down there, celebrating my girlhood with his tongue.

  Rolling with it, I imagined him putting a finger inside me. Doing the same myself in real life, I slipped in my middle finger to the third knuckle, keeping the index and the ring fingers stroking my lips at regular intervals. I was full of warmth and love as I imagined him pleasuring me, just hoping the reality might live up to it.

  The Adam in my head rose between my legs, spreading them even wider with his gentle hands. My pussy fully exposed to him, I imagined putting my hands down and opening myself even wider for him as he stroked the warm head of his throbbing cock against m
e. Pulling me down and hooking my legs over his elbows so I couldn't run, or really even move, I gave myself over to him entirely.

  Fantasy Adam slid his enormous cock deep inside me. He stopped after getting about half his cock in and kissed me, giving me a chance to get used to being filled up so completely. It felt amazing to feel his lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth, as his dick was partly inside my pussy, which was throbbing and aching for all of it.

  I wanted to take his entire cock and feel it stuffing and cramming my pussy. Finally, he granted my wish and started to move. Rocking his hips in a deft, subtle motion, he worked his cock inside me. My pleasure came out in shallow, breathy moans that only scratched the surface of how good it felt.

  Gradually, Adam went harder, increasing in both speed and intensity until he was pounding my sweet little pussy hard and raw. The bed shook beneath me.

  I bit my lip to keep from screaming in case he thought he was hurting me and would stop. That was the last thing in the world I wanted at that moment. I had never been fucked so hard, and I loved it.

  Replacing his cock with his thumb, making gentle circles on my clit, Adam brought his cock to my mouth and fed me his massive load of thick sweet cum as he made me cum with just his hand. My juices flowed out of my and into his hand as he worked my clit with his fingers, and said, “That’s a good pet. Cum for your master.”

  Taking me gently by the hips, Adam turned me over onto my belly as if I weighed nothing. In real life, I was a big girl, so I enjoyed this part of the fantasy. I was completely at his mercy, a thought which made me even hornier.

  Drawing my arms behind my back and holding both my wrists in one big hand, the Adam of my imagination started caressing my ass. He gave it a firm squeeze every so often. It wasn’t hard enough to actually hurt or bruise, but it was enough to make me feel it and let me know that I was completely his.

  “That’s it; let me play with your big, curvy ass, my pet. Let me do whatever I want to you,” I imagined him saying.

  “Yes, Master,” I said back. “Take me. I’m yours.”

  Gradually, the caresses moved inward, and he started stroking my virgin asshole. The thought made me even wetter.

  The pleasure was almost too much to take. It was a little known fact that the asshole actually had more nerve endings going deeper than the pussy did. It was also a lot tighter, which was why anal sex could be so intense. I had never done it, but I had read about it out of curiosity. I wasn’t sure if I could ever trust anyone enough to try it with, but now I wanted it with Adam, more than anyone, ever.

  Pleasure at that level easily crossed over into pain if not handled with care, something that Adam, both in my head and the mortal plane, certainly knew how to do.

  I don't know how he did it. Somehow, Adam managed to get one of his fingers all the way into my asshole without me even noticing. It was then that I realized he was wearing gloves and had lubed his finger first. Fuck, he was good!

  As he worked my little asshole with his gloved finger, surely a prelude to the pleasure to come in more ways than one, Adam reached down with his other hand and started tenderly stroking the outside of my pussy. The combined stimulation brought me to a screaming orgasm.

  I covered my mouth, in real life, so that I wouldn't wake Freya.

  In my mind, though, the locks clicked like a punctuation mark. My hands, still behind my back, were now secured by handcuffs instead of the soft, warm flesh of Adam's hand. They were of a fur-lined variety and were surprisingly comfortable. The intent was clearly restraint as opposed to discomfort.

  The gag soon followed. The little rubber ball was placed securely between my teeth. I did my best not to bite down, figuring this would cause undue soreness in my jaw.

  When all was in place, I heard another kind of sound, like a plastic lid being opened. I flinched slightly as the cool wetness rubbed me, pressed up against my asshole, which was already stretched a bit from Adam's deft fingering.

  It didn't take much for the butt plug to go in after the initial shock of the lube. Before I knew it, the base was pressing up against my ass and I was being stretched in ways I never thought possible.

  It was certainly a new experience, but I wouldn't describe the sensation as pain. It was more a combination of slight discomfort and intense, euphoric pleasure, the type for which no human language had yet invented a word.

  Leaving the butt plug in place, Adam lifted my hips to the correct level and slid his uncovered cock back into my pussy. He eased in slowly like before. But the pleasure was heightened to insane levels by the deep anal and vaginal penetration occurring in tandem. It seemed as if it was something similar to double penetration, which I was given to understand was the most intense pleasure possible.

  Adam eased the butt plug out of my ass as he fucked my dripping wet pussy, and soon enough I knew why. Just before he unleashed a second torrent of sweet, life-giving nectar, he removed his cock from my pummeled cunt and slipped it into my ass. His cum warmed me from within.

  With the head already well submerged, it wasn't much for him to get in a lot further. Easing the bulk of his monster cock into my stretched-out asshole, he slowly took the last virginity I had to give. Bucking a silken rhythm within me, plunging into my deepest depths, he let me feel the full force of possibility.

  Still shaking with what I had read was called an 'ass-gasm,' I lay as still as I could while Adam unbound me. He planted a tender kiss upon my cheek when he was finished.

  I was sad that my fantasy was over, but I had cum a lot, so I tried to tell myself that it was time to return to reality and get up and start the day. I might be on a reality show with a famous billionaire, but I knew it likely wouldn’t last, and I had life-long responsibilities to tend to.

  Cleaning my fingers off with wet wipes from the box next to the bed, I slipped out from under the covers and went to start breakfast before Freya had to start singing for it. She could be very creative in asking for what she wanted.

  The bacon was sizzling when the phone started buzzing, humming like a mutant hornet in my pocket. Turning off the stove to avoid a grease fire, I scooted to answer it.

  “Hello?”

  “Is this Morgan LaFey?”

  “It is,” I said, wondering who could be calling me so early in the moving.

  Astrid usually slept in until noon.

  “I’m calling from the show Who Wants to Lown Down a Billionaire. I have good news, Ms. LaFey; you have been chosen to accompany Mr. Leary on the Luxury Lockdown Escape portion of the show.”

  “You don't say,” I said, remembering what Adam had texted me the night before.

  I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to know already or not. Text was the worst medium through which to express intent.

  “We will send a car for you tomorrow. Please be packed and ready.”

  “Mama?” Freya called from down the hall.

  “What was that?” asked the man on the phone.

  I assumed that he was an assistant who worked for the show. Apparently, he had never heard a three-year-old before.

  “That's my daughter,” I confessed.

  “Your daughter? You didn't say anything about having a child.”

  “You didn't ask,” I pointed out, certain I had just scored a one-move checkmate.

  “We most certainly did. Right under relationship status, which I notice you filled in as divorced.”

  “More or less,” I corrected, as it was a bit complicated.

  “More or less or not, it doesn’t really matter. The matter at hand is what you did, or rather did not, put in the box directly below the marital status question.”

  “Which one was that?” I asked, perplexed.

  I felt like I had stumbled into some kind of alternate dimension.

  “The one that asks if you have any children currently under the age of 18. It was left entirely blank, so naturally, we took that as a ‘no’.”

  “You know what happens when you assume,” I said.

  “
No, what?” he asked, sounding as confused as I was.

  “You make an ass out of you and me,” I told him.

  “Yes, very droll. In any case, because of your underhanded scheming, the whole thing is off. Good day to you, miss.”

  Well, there goes that, I guess.

  Astrid was not going to be pleased.

  I wondered if Adam knew. From what I had heard, he took a very hands-on approach to the show and surely he would have set his own parameters. Maybe moms just weren't his thing. I couldn't really fault him.

  My heart felt like it had been pulverized in a mechanical press, but I knew this whole outcome was at least partly my fault. I should have been more honest and up front with the show – but then, I had had a feeling that I would never get to be on it in the first place, if I had done that.

  I texted Astrid to come over, pronto.

  “He actually said ‘underhanded scheming’?” she asked between mouthfuls of strawberry cereal, once she’d arrived.

  “He did. But it was the ‘good day, Miss’ that stuck out in my head. Who the hell does he think he is, some kind of Jazz-era English butler? ‘I say! I have never been so insulted in all my life.’ How does he know I am a miss, anyway? At first, he called me Ms. It was only when he had found reason to hate me that he switched to the antiquated mode. He was trying to be insulting. What a prick.”

  “No one could hate you. It’s simply impossible. Like discovering the true name of the wind or finding a viable rhyme with ‘orange,’” Astrid philosophized.

  “I just can't imagine Adam being so mean. I mean, he never mentioned his feelings about kids, even though I did tell him about Freya,” I opined. “It seemed he liked the idea, actually.”

  “You can tell that, can you?”

  “Well, no, not one-hundred percent. I just have a feeling. Had a feeling, anyway. A kind of fluttering in my tummy. Similar to the butterflies I had as soon as I met him,” I confessed, the words falling out like gum balls from a faulty machine before I had the chance to stop them.

  “Woah. Butterflies? That sounds like you’re talking about L-O-V-E. Bit quick, isn't it, Snow White?”