Sexy Just Got Rich: Brit Babes Do Billionaires

by Lexie Bay, Victoria Blisse, Natalie Dae, Harlem Dae, Lucy Felthouse, K D Grace, Lily Harlem, Kay Jaybee, Tabitha Rayne

Kat ignored him and moved to the bottom of the bed, standing side-on to Dan so she could wield the paddle with better force. He hung his head, back muscles bunching as he awaited the first strike. She took her time, testing her swing, the waft of air the paddle created making him tense some more. His biceps contracted and the bones in his wrists jutted beneath the skin.

  “What do you want, Dan?” she asked. “Do you want it hard or soft, a single smack or several?”

  He raised his head, peering back at her over his shoulder. “Whatever you want. I’ll take whatever you give me.”

  “Good answer. Face forwards.”

  He complied, staring at the wall, curling his toes. Kat licked her lips, the sight of his unmarked arse and thick upper thighs bringing on a fresh flood of juices to her cunt.

  I need to come. Need the release so desperately, yet…I want the heightened desire more.

  She slapped the paddle against her palm lightly, in a slow rhythm, testing how it felt, wondering how much Dan could take if she struck him as hard as she wanted. He sucked in a breath, lifting one hand from the mattress to grip his cock.

  “Don’t touch yourself, Dan. Put your hand back on the bed.”

  Dan groaned and resumed his former position, lowering his hips as though he wanted to press himself to the bed to gain some much-needed friction. “I— This is…so difficult.”

  “Is it what you want? What you crave?”

  “Yes,” he hissed. “God, yes.”

  She raised the paddle and swung, bringing it down onto the curve of his arse. He cried out, snapping his head back, and she caught a glimpse of the corded muscles in the side of his neck. Kat struck him again with the same result then leant forwards, trailing the paddle down his spine to his arse, finishing the move with another crack to his skin. Dan arched his back and Kat took the opportunity to paddle him—again, again, again—his body jerking, his voice growing hoarse from the force of his yells.

  Dropping the paddle to the bed, she took a crop from a wall hook and returned to the bed. She trailed its tip down his back and swept it along his inner thigh, gliding upwards to lightly tease his balls. They tensed and Kat smiled, withdrew the crop and brought it down across both arse cheeks.

  A strangled “Fuck!” left Dan, followed by a growl—he was fighting to control himself. He shifted backwards a little, once again glancing over his shoulder. “Let me fuck you. Please, just let me fuck you.”

  His words were nearly her undoing.

  “No.” She dropped the crop to the bed and returned to the drawer, her back to Dan. Her gaze landed on the plugs, and the thought of Dan inserting one into her arse then his cock filling her cunt filled her mind. Would he want to do that? She pondered for a moment then picked up a small plug, running her finger and thumb up and down its knobbly length. It was comprised of five small balls joined together, the top one shaped into a soft point. Did she dare to try it on him?

  Yes, I dare.

  Kat selected a tube of lube and turned to face him. She brushed the plug across her breasts, circling each nipple in turn. “I’m going to work your arse in an altogether different way.” She stared at his face.

  “You’re driving me nuts!” he managed, scrunching his eyes closed.

  Smiling, Kat climbed on the bed and kneeled between his legs. “Spread wider.”

  Dan obeyed and exhilaration whooshed through Kat. He was willing to try whatever she wanted. She placed the plug on her lap and unscrewed the lube, squeezing out a grape-sized amount on her finger. Tube on the bed, she coated the plug then touched the remaining lube to his arse pucker. Massaging slowly, Kat waited for any sign that Dan didn’t want this. None came, so she circled some more until the tip of her finger breached the opening. Plug in hand now, she pressed it to the star and eased it slowly inside. Dan inhaled then hissed through his teeth as Kat pushed the plug in as far as it would go. She drew it out again just as slowly so he would grow accustomed to the intrusion.

  A few seconds passed then he ground out, “More. Faster.”

  Kat did as he’d asked, using the index finger of her other hand to smooth along the ridge between his arse and balls. She felt so liberated, so right in wanting to bring him the ultimate pleasure. He whimpered several times, pushing back on the plug as though he wanted something bigger inside him, and Kat worked faster, fondling his balls at the same time.

  “You like this?” she asked.

  “Yeah. Fuck, yeah.”

  “You’ve done this before?”

  “Yes, it’s fucking hot.” Dan panted, his soft grunts muffled by the mattress, then he cried out, “Stop! Please, stop! It’s…I’m going to…”

  Kat stilled her movements and reached between his legs and up to take his cock between her finger and thumb, just below the ridge of the head. She squeezed gently, resting her cheek on his lower back, her pulse thudding in her ears. She prayed she’d stopped in time, yet deep inside she knew she’d love it if he came now—that she’d had such an effect on him, that what she had done turned him on that much.

  “Okay,” he whispered. “It’s okay now.”

  Kat lifted her face from him and began the slow in-and-out motion with the plug again. This time she reached around his side and fisted his cock using the same easy movements. When the plug glided in, she glided her hand up.

  “What does it feel like, Dan? Tell me so I can imagine it.”

  “It’s…ah, fuck, it’s…so damn good.”

  “More. Tell me more.”

  “It touches something inside there. Rubs it. Makes me want to come without touching my cock.”

  Makes me want to come too.

  Kat’s clit throbbed with such fierce intensity that if she gave in she’d come. Juices slicked her inner thighs and if she dipped her fingers into her slit they’d be drenched in a second. She worked his arse and cock a little faster, her nipples strained and aching for his mouth, her cunt more than ready for him to fill it. With each insertion of the plug while her other hand pulled down on his shaft, Kat’s body jerked.

  I’m going to come. Fuck, I’m going to come.

  He sucked in a breath. “Fuck! Stop. I can’t…take any more.”

  I can’t take any more either…

  Kat barked out, “Kneel! Put on the condom. I want your cock inside me.”

  “Jesus, Kat, I’m close to coming.”

  “Hold off.”

  Dan kneeled and quickly applied the condom. Kat positioned herself with her back to him, cunt throbbing and clit swelling some more. Her hard nipples ached and she resisted touching them—if she did, she’d come from that alone.

  Gripping the headboard, she grated out, “Fuck me from behind.”

  Dan swept his hands up her chest to cup her breasts and she widened her legs, offering her cunt to him. He slid his cock inside her easily, her saturated cunt more than ready for him.

  She drew in a sharp breath. “Hard and fast. I want it hard and fast.”

  Dan shunted in and out of her, panting and moaning, smoothing his hands down her belly to knead her buttocks. He dug his fingertips into the dip above her hipbones and he pulled her back onto him, holding her still so he could fuck her with rigid jerks.

  Kat glanced down and caught a glimpse of his cock as it went in and out, taking one hand from the headboard to rub her engorged clit. She was so sensitive she gasped and pleasure uncoiled deep in her abdomen.

  She pushed her arse back. “More. Harder.”

  Her orgasm hit quickly, Dan uttering hoarse endearments as he came. His cock abraded her inner walls with an intensity that goaded her pleasure to a higher level. Her head lightened and she sucked in a breath, releasing it along with a feral growl. Her cunt gripped him in spasms, milking his cum, her juices flowing. One of Dan’s hands stroked the length of her spine, coming to a stop on her shoulder where he held her steady as his hips jolted with the last of his ejaculation. Ecstasy spiralled through her, snatching her breath and sending her over the edge again.

  “Yes! Yes,
that feels so damn good.” She closed her eyes and rode out her orgasm, slowing her fingers on her clit as the bliss receded.

  Dan gave one last thrust and stilled, his exhalations feathering across her back. He caught his breath then eased out of her, leaning forward to pepper kisses on her neck, skating one hand up her belly to fondle a breast. “I love your little secret surprises,” he whispered.

  Chapter Six

  Their two hours in the dungeon sped by quickly and Kat wished she’d booked a longer slot. She’d found herself in there, her dominance and Dan’s enjoyment of it meshing perfectly. Now, snuggled beside each other on the return journey, the bus still huffing and puffing along with the elderly folks muttering about what a disappointment shopping in the town had been, she closed her eyes and contemplated their life when this week ended. Browsing stores for sex toys was a definite, and she smiled at the thought of things she would buy, rushing home to try them out on Dan, their grunts and moans filling the air.

  Kat laced her fingers with Dan’s and squeezed, happiness overflowing. “I don’t want this week to end.” She opened her eyes and stared out of the window at the white clouds.

  “Me neither, but it has to.” Dan kissed the top of her head.

  “I wish we were rich so we never had to work and could spend all day together.”

  “Maybe I can convince Harry or Mike to exchange their cubicle for my office.” He laughed. “Like the boss would allow that. I’ve always been jealous those two worked on either side of you. Smelling your perfume, hearing your skirt rustle. They have a thing about you, you know.”

  “What?” She sat upright, eyes wide and mouth agape. “You’re kidding.”

  Dan shook his head. “Nope. Heard them discussing you once in the kitchen while they made coffee.”

  “What did they say?”

  “Stuff you probably don’t want to hear. Kind of demeaning. It took all my control not to turn around and give them hell. If I did, they’d have guessed my feelings towards you and maybe pushed harder to get your attention. I didn’t want that.”

  Kat grimaced at the thought of Harry, with his body odour problem and crass comments. She shuddered. How had she not noticed he liked her?

  His leers…I thought that was just the way he was with every woman.

  And Mike was just as bad—minus the body odour.

  “God, knowing that makes me not want to go back to work.”

  “But I’ll be there. And I’ll make sure they know exactly what went on this week.”

  She quirked an eyebrow. “Exactly?”

  He chuckled. “Well, maybe not exactly, but they’ll be under no illusion that you’re not available.”

  “Good. If they come near me with their lecherous grins and pervy quips I won’t be responsible for my actions.”

  “Just shows they have good taste in women, though.”

  Kat nudged him in the ribs. “The same could be said for the girls at work. All of them, including the married ones, talk about you. Wishing you’d sweep them away, take their clothes off and—”

  “Uh, that’s quite enough!” Dan scrubbed his face with one hand. “No one there even comes close to being my ideal woman except you. And after the eye opener the past couple of days have been, you’re more perfect than I’d hoped.”

  “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

  “And a slap to your arse.”

  Kat laughed. “Yes, and that.”

  She drifted into a world of her own, wondering if she should try for that promotion she’d coveted since joining the company. It would mean her own office, well away from those dicks. She’d head a team of cubicle accountants, dealing with a set of clients directly instead of reporting to her team leader, Fran. The extra wages would come in handy too, especially with all the things she intended to buy. A massage table would fit nicely in her empty spare room—except they’d use it for more than just massaging. Did she dare to have iron rings attached to the walls? She could picture Dan chained to them, her whipping his arse and thighs until his knees buckled and he cried out for her to stop. Despite being fucked more times in two days than she had in a fortnight previously, Kat squirmed in her seat, cunt aching to be filled again. Did finding the right partner do that? Make you want them all the time? Would that need remain over the years—and God, she hoped they stayed together long enough for her to find out—with them teasing one another at work then rushing home to act out their desires?

  I think it will. This isn’t just some novelty, the blush of the first few days in a relationship. I feel it inside, that I’m meant to be with him, was meant to have the job I have so I met him.

  She smiled, her belief in fate strengthened.

  “What are you smiling at?” Dan lifted her chin so she looked at him.

  “Oh, just things.”

  “Ah, playing games again?”

  “If you like.” She giggled, giving him a brief kiss. “Seriously now. You’ll find out exactly what I was thinking when we get home. I have plans for my spare room.”

  “Hmmm.” He eyed her sceptically. “Prompted by the room we’ve just left, I take it?”

  “Maybe.” She smiled.

  “So kink sessions will be held at your place, then?”

  “That would depend.”

  “On?”

  “On whether you have a spare room too.”

  “I do, and it’s filled with junk.”

  “Hmmm.”

  “But it can be emptied and filled with other, more interesting things.”

  Uncaring whether the other passengers disapproved, Kat kissed him long and hard, love blooming so fiercely it hurt her chest and swelled her throat. He cupped her cheek, fingertips tracing the outline of her ear, and she wrenched her mouth away, the emotions too much. She buried her face in his chest, one hand clutching his shirtfront.

  “Are you all right?” he whispered, his cheek to her brow.

  Kat nodded. “Yes. Just a little overwhelmed—in a good way.”

  “I know what you mean. This is surreal, isn’t it?”

  “But very real at the same time.” Kat stared outside, seeing the cows and horses she’d spotted from the top of the hill. “We’re nearly there.” She sat upright and looked at Dan. “We need to go to the cabin. There’s something I want to do.”

  Dan smiled, the kind that showed he thought she had sex on the brain.

  “Not that kind of something—something else.”

  “Are you going to share?”

  “Nope.”

  He sighed mock dramatically. “So this is the way it’s always going to be, is it? You keeping secrets until it’s time to reveal them?”

  “Not all the time, no. But this time, yes.”

  The bus heaved to a stop with a hiss of brakes and the shhh of the door opening. Kat hooked her bag strap over her shoulder and rose. Again she waited for the other passengers to pass before stepping into the aisle and taking Dan’s hand. Once off the bus, she led him across the road to the mountain trail, her mind full of sentiment and swirling emotions. She tightened her grip on his hand to convey her feelings—that she loved him, never wanted to be without him—and a huge surge of love swept through her, confirming that her decision to take a holiday and his arrival here was the best thing they’d ever done. Thinking about it now—their connection—she guessed they would have revealed their feelings at some point anyway. They were too strong to disguise forever. She smiled, squeezed his hand again, then climbed up the mountain and stood on the ridge in front of the cottages.

  Dan stared at the town below. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

  “It is. I dreamt of doing this with you my first night here.”

  “You did?”

  Kat nodded. “Back then, if someone had told me it would happen I’d have told them they needed to visit the funny farm. And then when that room service trolley arrived… God, you have no idea how much I hoped it was you who’d sent it. Except when I saw the rose I thought you’d ordered it from home.”
She turned and walked towards the cottage. “Come on. I want to give you something.” At the door, she waited for Dan to unlock it then stepped inside the still-darkened living room. She opened the curtains, letting in the late-afternoon light, then moved to the desk.

  The yellow rose lay on the desk where she had left it, the petals a little wilted, much like she would have been if Dan hadn’t joined her here. She contemplated picking a fresh flower, but the symbolism of those weary petals encasing the fresher, vibrant ones within struck her as poignant. She lifted the rose and the outer petals fell away. That bloom was her, the old now gone and only the new remaining. Turning, she handed it to him. “Press it, won’t you?” Tears stung her eyes and she willed them not to fall.

  Dan strode towards her, taking the stem between the finger and thumb of one hand. He embraced her, saying nothing, but it didn’t matter. That he understood the significance of her gift was enough. Long moments passed with Kat’s cheek pressed to his chest, her arms encircling his waist. The throb of his heartbeat thudded beneath her ear and she closed her eyes, drowning in the sound, the feel of him, their closeness.

  “I’m not taking this gesture the wrong way, am I?” he asked.

  Kat lifted her head to look at him. “How did you take it?”

  “You told me about your nanna, remember? And that she gave you a yellow rose before she died. I was thinking… I mean, you didn’t give it to me because you’re thinking of finishing—”

  “God, no! No! I’m not going anywhere.” She blushed at what she wanted to say next. What if he thought her a sentimental fool, expecting too much, assuming what she wanted mirrored his dreams? Taking a deep breath, she told herself to just say it. With Nanna she hadn’t had time to say how she felt. She didn’t want to make that mistake again—and she had nearly repeated it the last two years by keeping silent on how Dan filled her mind. “I wanted you to have it so that…so that when we’re old, if I die first…” She swallowed the lump in her throat. “You’ll always have this memory. Will always remember me when you look at the rose.”

  Dan crushed her to him, arms tight around her. “Jesus Christ, I love you. I don’t want to think of losing you, not when we’ve just begun.”