The Billionaire's Blue-Eyed Girl

by Tiffany Squires

  I swallowed my desire and offered her my arm. ‘Your chariot awaits.’

  ‘The helicopter? It’s really for us?’

  I smiled down at her. ‘Well, yes, I told you I would take you far, far away from here and I always do as I say.’

  Tabby

  Together we walked, arm in arm, towards the helipad at the back of the building. He smelt divine. He must have showered for me. Especially for me. My stomach lurched at the thought of how much preparation he’d put into this date. Oh my god! Date! Was this a date?

  ‘Where are we going?’ I asked, just before he opened the door and the chopping sound of the helicopter drowned the sound of my voice out.

  ‘It’s a surprise.’ He shouted before sheltering my head from the wind caused by the blades with his hand. Like the protector he was, he guided me to the waiting aircraft and helped me onboard before jumping in himself. He placed some heavy headphones on my head before speaking. ‘These’ll help us hear one another,’ he said.

  I raised my hands to straighten my hair which had gone awry with the wind but he placed his broad palms over them. ‘Don’t worry,’ he said. ‘You look perfect just the way you are.’

  I lowered my eyes, but he hooked his thumb under my chin and raised my face to his. ‘I don’t want you to do that either. Your eyes are my narcotic, I need to see them at all times.’

  I opened my mouth to protest but before I could his lips landed on mine and halted any words. They were soft and light, as though he didn’t want to scare me. Or hurt me. I moaned, wanting more. The touch, although small, caused miniature convulsions to erupt throughout my entire body. Conrad recognised that I was fine. That I wanted him to kiss me and I wanted him to kiss me harder so he did. He pressed down on my mouth, which opened of its own accord. His smooth tongue found the entrance and licked at my teeth, swirled around my own. My underwear dampened. If that was how my body responded with just a kiss I dreaded to think what kind of mess I’d be in when the time came for us to take this further. Because today, finally, all of those fantasies would come true and I would finally experience the full force of Conrad’s lust.

  Conrad

  I pulled away. I had to. If I hadn’t, I would have fucked her there and then in the back of my helicopter before it even took off. It was hard though, backing away from my sexy little kitten, and leaving her wanting more. I sat back in my seat and buckled in, adjusting the tent in my trousers that her presence always caused.

  ‘The journey won’t take long.’ I told her. ‘Sit back and enjoy the ride while I enjoy the view.’

  She giggled before shifting in her seat so she could watch the world outside get smaller and smaller. It was an experience I’d enjoyed a billion times, but watching her face and the awe written all over it, made this time so much more special than ever before. I watched as she strained to figure out landmarks as they disappeared from view and the helicopter swooped towards my home. I drank in every one of her features. The little tattoo on the side of her foot which I had never seen before, her legs, her voluptuous hips, hips I would make my resting place before the clock struck midnight. Her chest rose and fell with every excitable gasp she made. Her hair shone and begged to be pulled. I tried to keep my thoughts polite but I couldn’t. The things I was planning on doing to Tabby would make a sex addict curl up in a ball and cry with envy.

  Tabby

  The heat of his gaze permeated through me for the entire flight. It tempted me to tease him. To part my thighs and let him see for himself what he had in store. But the lady in me resisted. This wasn’t one of my wild fantasies. This was real life. It was happening. To me.

  To be honest, I had no idea where we were. We’d crossed no major bodies of water so we were still in the UK but if somebody placed a map under my nose, I wouldn’t be able to tell you if we were in Cornwall or Scotland. It wasn’t just my appalling navigational skills making me feel so lost. It was how my head spun and spun and spun with the possibilities of what the rest of the day held in store for me.

  I noticed a sinking sensation in my gut. Were we descending? I looked to Conrad for reassurance and he nodded his head, letting me know that we were safe and that yes, it was time to land. The helicopter began to circle and when I looked at what was below, my eyes popped with amazement. A castle. Complete with a helipad, pool, tennis court, oodles and oodles of outdoor space. Farmland surrounded it. Not a town or village backed onto its perimeter. The thing is, it was missing some basic essentials for a successful hospitality venue.

  I looked at Conrad through slit eyes. ‘Where’s the car park?’

  He pointed to a driveway which meandered around a symmetrical garden, complete with an enormous water fountain. ‘My garage is just to the left of that roundabout down there.’

  I strained to look and saw that yes, there was a building which looked like a terrace of Victorian houses. ‘That’s your garage? For your cars? How many cars do you own? Does that mean that this, all of this, is yours?’

  He laughed. ‘Yes, Tabby. That is my garage for my cars and that is my house. What is the point in owning more property than the queen if I can’t keep something back just for myself?’

  I must have looked petrified because he leaned forward and placed his hand on my knee. The touch ignited more sparks than bonfire night.

  ‘Don’t worry, Tabby. I’ll give you a grand tour as soon as we land to make sure you don’t get lost.’

  I gulped and noticed that the pain in my throat was subsiding. Either that or the other sensations that were coursing through my veins were making it pale into insignificance. ‘We’ll need a week to tour that place.’

  The corners of his mouth twitched in amusement. ‘If it takes a week for us to get from room to room, then it takes a week. We have all the time in the world.’

  Chapter Seven

  Conrad

  What I didn’t say was that if it took a week for me to fuck her in every room, then it would take a week. Finally, we were on solid ground, although the journey had taken less than half an hour it felt like an eternity. Tabby had been so close that my calves rested against hers the entire way and now felt branded with her name.

  ‘Stay there,’ I ordered while unbuckling myself. I stepped out of the helicopter and turned to assist Tabby.

  She accepted my hand but just as she was about to descend she stumbled on the heel of her shoe. She shrieked and tumbled in my direction. This time though, I was there to save her before any damage could be done. I caught her just in time and pressed her curvaceous body tight to mine. For a moment we stood like that. Unable, or unwilling, to separate. My dick getting stiff and her body temperature rocketing in my arms.

  Then, my dismay, Tabby took a deep breath and stepped back. ‘I never got to grip with heels.’ She giggled and tucked her hair behind her ear. ‘Come on then, Mr Belmore., Where’s this grand tour you promised?’

  ‘Nosey little critter aren’t we.’ I placed my hand in the small of her back and guided her toward home. I had no intention of giving her a guided tour. Not straight away anyway. First, I was heading towards the orangery. Which, if my staff are as good as I think they are, have transformed into an idyllic first date location.

  She made cooing noises as I opened the front door and presented her with the grand entrance hall to my home. We bypassed the staircase which snaked around the perimeter of the hall and walked through the first reception room. She spun around in awe at the vastness of it all, touching the engraved solid wood furniture and velvet sofas tastefully placed around the space. I marvelled at her as I glided my arm around her lower back, down to the beautiful groove where her spine curved and became her delectable ass. Far from objecting about how dangerously low my arm had fallen, she snuggled in closer as we walked and I wished to god that I had a smaller home. The walk was taking too long, and I was having a hard time holding myself together. We snuck through my private kitchen and my girl almost pissed herself with excitement at the array of kitchen gadgets on display. If s
he loved that, then I couldn’t wait to show her the actual kitchens.

  I led her into the manicured gardens. The sun was setting and dusk was upon us. Rain was in the air, so I pulled Tabby close, not wanting her to suffer a chill. Across the lawn, beyond the rose garden, I saw it and my heart skipped a beat. The orangery. Set up exactly as I would have liked it. Inside candles flickered. Beckoning us over.

  ‘Erm, I don’t mean to be funny, but when are you going to slow down and give me a proper tour?’ Tabby looked up at me with suspicion glinting in her eyes. ‘Or are you taking me straight to your torture chamber?’

  ‘Sweetheart, you’ve been torturing me for months so if I want to return the favour then it’s only fair.’ I squeezed her tight. ‘But if you must know our tour begins over there, where dinner awaits.’ I motioned towards the orangery and her eyes followed the direction of mine. Her gasp was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard. I knew she’d love it. I just hoped she loved what awaited inside just as much.

  Tabby

  It was like something from a movie and the moment I clapped eyes on it an invisible force stole my breath. In front of me stood a huge orangery. Inside there appeared to be a hundred candles. All flickering to their own tune against a purple, orange, and blue sunset. It was as though my fairy godmother had placed heaven right before my eyes.

  ‘What have you done?’ I whispered. ‘It’s so beautiful.’

  ‘Not half as beautiful as the woman who’s dining in there this evening,’ he said.

  ‘Dinner? In there? But how?’

  He slid his hand down and squeezed my bottom, which made my inners clench with desire. ‘Tabby, if I want something to happen it happens,’ he said matter-of-factly and guided me across the lawn towards the glistening construction. ‘No ifs. No buts. If I make a couple of calls requesting a special evening happens for a special woman, then that evening happens for that woman.’

  He opened the huge arched doors and invited me to step inside which I did, feeling every bit the lady of the manor. Inside was even more awe-inspiring. The glass ceiling arched into a peak at the centre and everywhere I looked were plants of a hundred exotic varieties. Floral scents filled my nostrils, making me heady. It was either that or Conrad’s proximity making my head spin out of control.

  ‘Come,’ he ordered, holding out his hand for me to take which I did. The man had me in a trance. A trance I never wanted to break from.

  He directed me past the plants and through an ornately carved privacy screen to where a buffet spread across a table covered with a white cloth. There were no seats. Only a pile of luxurious cushions and exquisite blankets arranged in the most tempting manner.

  I looked up at his face, which was regarding me with adoration. ‘It’s all very good and well,’ I said. ‘But where are we going to sit to eat the food?’

  Chapter Eight

  Conrad

  Her face was off the charts adorable. The food could bloody well wait. I lifted a bottle of Louis Roederer Champagne from a cooler and popped the cork.

  ‘I thought we’d eat in a while. I’m sure it’ll keep,’ I said, handing her a sleek champagne flute filled with effervescent liquid. ‘Maybe get to know each other a little more first.’

  She accepted the drink and nibbled seductively on her bottom lip. The glint in her unique blue eyes told me that she wasn’t about to turn the offer own.

  ‘What exactly is it you want to know about me, Mr Belmore?’ She cooed before taking a sip from her glass, all the while keeping her glacial eyes fixed on mine.

  My dick didn’t know what to do with itself anymore and sprang in every which direction. I step closer and pressed my groin into her stomach, making my arousal perfectly clear. ‘Well, for starters I’d like to know how you like to be touched.’

  Her lips twitched with amusement and, thank the lord, she crushed her fabulous tits into my chest, telling me she was definitely ready for this.

  ‘That’s something you’ll find out for yourself in due course,’ she teased.

  I wiggled my eyebrows in admiration of her banter. ‘In due course?’

  She nodded.

  ‘Not only that, but I want to know what you taste like…’ I raised my finger to her cleavage and trailed it down her stomach to the hem of her horny little red dress, I slid it to where heat permeated through her silky underwear and drew small circles on the fabric. ‘Right here,’ I slipped my finger inside and found her already wet for me. Her silky little pussy was ripe for the taking and I was going to take it.

  Her head rolled back, and she moaned with delight, a delectable mewl from a delectable lady. Now I’d started I would not stop. Not until she convulsed with pleasure. I’d waited for too long to touch her there. Had I known weeks ago that she was so hot for me then I would have staked my claim a hundred and one times by now. I placed my glass on a table then plucked hers from her fingers and placed it next to mine. I wrapped my free hand around her back to support her weight before inserting a finger into her hot, tight tunnel. She almost buckled with the pleasure and something deep inside of me swelled with pride. Keeping my eye fixed on her delicate face, which was already contorted into one of pure pleasure, I slid a second finger deep inside and she bucked against me. When I inserted a third, she groaned hard, and I had to tighten my grip to keep her upright. ‘Please,’ she begged. ‘I’m not sure that I can take it. Please, don’t stop. Please.’

  ‘You want to cum on my hand, do you?’ I clarified, filling her cunt harder and faster. Twisting my wrist and revelling in how well her body responded. I toyed with her delicate nub while I fucked her channel with my fingers. Holding her tighter, making sure that she felt secure enough to let go. I wanted her to let go. I wanted to watch her face the first time I took her to the pinnacle of pleasure. ‘Is that what you want?’ I said again but she couldn’t talk. She tried to nod her head, but she was too close. The thrust of her hips became frantic. So frantic I could barely hold on. But I did. I held on as though a tornado was about to sweep through the room. There was no way I would drop my Snow White. She raised her leg up high and wrapped it around my waist. Opening herself up for more. So more was exactly what she got. I could smell her excitement. I wanted to taste it. To drink it. I wanted to drink her dry and didn’t care how long it took. All too quickly her body jerked and her inner walls clenched at my fingers as though trying to expel them. But they were going nowhere. I finger fucked her harder. Toyed with her clit. Until it happened. Convulsions took over her entire body. I felt like a preacher man carrying out an exorcism on a possessed member of my flock. It was fast. It was loud. It was better than I had ever hoped it would be. And, as I slowed my hand, and she recovered, there was one thing I absolutely knew for certain. There were to be many, many more exorcisms in this building before sunrise.

  Tabby

  ‘Mr Belmore,’ I whispered huskily while descending back to earth. ‘All that before dinner?’

  He laughed while easing me out of his firm hold. Taking the time to ensure that I had the strength left to remain upright. ‘If you need sustenance after your little storm then I’m sure we’ll find a feast fit for kings under here.’ He lifted a silver lid from one of the many platters of food and underneath was a selection of pastries so beautiful they were almost a work of art.

  ‘I hope you’ll wash your hands before we dig into the food, sir.’ I teased. I couldn’t help myself. Tonight Conrad was reducing me to a woman capable of nothing more than flirting. Flirting and fucking.

  ‘Of course,’ he replaced the lid, dipped his face to mine and grazed his lips against my mouth in the softest of butterfly kisses. ‘Do not go anywhere. Do you understand?’

  I saluted my agreement and watched him saunter off to clean up. Although he was gone the feeling of his hand filling me remained. I was tender where he’d made me climax; it was almost embarrassing how quick it had happened and I hoped that now number one was out of the way numbers two, three, four and the rest wouldn’t seem so desperate. To kill t
ime waiting for his return, I sneaked a peek under all the other silver lids. It looked as though, as well as an orgasmic evening ahead of me, I also had a gastronomically pleasurable one. When I lifted a lid and was presented with a perfectly formed pyramid of profiteroles, I couldn’t help myself. I swiped the one at the peak and popped it into my mouth. Instantly the cream exploded from the choux pastry and I rolled my eyes in utter delight.

  ‘I hope that you’re not ruining your appetite, Miss Kendal.’ Conrad had returned and slid behind me. He was pressing his cock against my back and the promises the thickness of it silently made ensured that my body responded by wiggling against it.

  His hand snaked up my chest and squeezed my breasts. For years I’d thought I was one of those unfortunate women who had no sensitivity in them. But nope. The way they stiffened at Conrad’s touch made them swell with desire. ‘Don’t you worry about that, Mr Belmore. I always have an appetite for more cream.’ I wished I knew where the brazen wench was coming from because I’d have liked to have had a word with her about where she’d been hiding all the time I’d yearned for Conrad to make a move on me.

  ‘I’m glad to hear it.’ He spun me around and kissed my lips once more. ‘But I think maybe food first.’

  ‘Hell no,’ I pulled my face from his. ‘There’s nothing here that’ll spoil if it has to wait a couple of minutes.’

  His eyebrow arched. ‘A couple?’

  ‘OK, maybe three.’

  Conrad slapped his lips onto mine and once more wrapped his protective arm around my lower back. I trusted him entirely as he guided me towards the pile of sumptuous cushions. Together we tumbled into the mass of silk and fur, my legs parted, allowing him room between my thighs. The weight of him made me feel safer than I had ever felt before and I wanted more than anything for him to whip out his cock and fuck me. My hips thrust forward. Calling for him to take me but he didn’t. Not straight away. Conrad was on a mission to make me yearn for him for just a little longer. He broke his mouth away from mine and stared at me so intensely his eyes burned my already sensitive flesh.