The Billionaire's Wife: The Complete Collection (A BDSM Erotic Romance Novel)

by Cassidy, Chloe

  Mrs. Dubois has disappeared and while the thought of this should give me some reassurance I feel much more nervous not knowing where she is. I feel so out of my element and if she were to pop up behind me unannounced I would almost certainly scream; at least I’m not holding a tray of drinks to drop.

  “Ahhh, Mrs. Lambert! I’m so happy that you made it!” Shit, shit, shit. I curse myself for cursing myself before giving Mrs. Dubois a polite smile. “Did Gideon…umm, Mr. Lambert manage to make it also?” I contemplate lying, giving myself an out, ‘why yes, in fact I just need to go and…’ That wouldn’t work anyway, she would almost certainly mention it to Gideon the next time she saw him and then I’d have some explaining to do.

  “No, he was caught up with work I’m afraid.” The truth is that I have absolutely no idea where Gideon Lambert is and I’m doing my very best not to care.

  “Oh, what a shame! These men, they’re always working these days aren’t they?” she lets out a haughty laugh that makes me cringe before winking at me, “Good thing they have us to hold down the social front, eh?” She grabs my elbow as she says this and I resist the urge to snatch it away. Mrs. Dubois reminds me of my mother, she firmly believes that it’s the wealthy and the socialites that make all the difference in the world. “I was hoping I would run in to you though, I wanted to talk to you about that fundraiser I mentioned last time we spoke. I would love to set up a co-hosted event to benefit the foundation. I thought we could set up a coffee afternoon and arrange the details then, but if you have time now I’m sure we could sneak away and get some of the details panned out.” How do I escape this? How do I escape this and avoid any of the other wait-staff noticing the fact that I’m fraternizing with the guests? All I want to do is drop the money in the donation basket and run and now I’m trapped by Mrs. Dubois, I’m the fly to her spider.

  “That would be lovely, Mrs. Dubois, however, I’m afraid I’m a little caught up at the moment, would you mind if I found you a little later this evening?” She is taken aback, the very thought that she was being brushed off sets her face in to a cold expression and with her lips slightly pursed she nodded.

  “Yes, of course” I smile back at her and with a nod I continue to push my way to the front of the room. The hall is large enough for the average person to go unnoticed among the crowd but with a face like Mrs. Dubois watching me there is no way that I can go unnoticed. I contemplate hanging on to the money and waiting for another opportunity but in all honesty I just want to drop it in, I just want to finish up here and get back to my normal life away from rich wives and richer husbands.

  The donation basket is near to overflowing with envelopes twice the size of mine, some much larger. Slipping my hand in to my purse I pull out the envelope and quickly slip it in to the basket, hoping that no one catches me in the act. Turning back around I notice Mrs. Dubois with her eyes still on me though and I wonder for a moment if she knows that I’m an imposter. Could she know that I’m not Mrs. Lambert after all? Could she find out? What if she already knows? What would I do if she already knew and is just trying to trick me in to committing more of the scam before she busts me in the act…? I smile at her once more and with my heart racing I head back towards the kitchen as calmly and slowly as I can manage.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  The kitchen is empty with the exception of two of the wait-staff who are gossiping in the far corner of the room. I glance at them quickly and once I realize that they haven’t even registered me in the room, I head for my hide out. The basement stairs.

  It’s a good ten degrees cooler at the top of the basement stairs. No one had seen me slip through the basement door; seeking refuge from the watchful eyes of Mrs. Dubois who I was certain had followed me to the kitchen doors. Still, my objective for the night was complete and now I was free to leave whenever I pleased with a quick call to Allison. I feel a twinge of sadness at this thought, am I really going to close out this chapter? A brief fling with a married billionaire, ended by my own hand… how self-destructive of me. How else could it have played out though? Either path I could have chosen would have ended in self destruction, at least this way I got to keep my self-respect…what little there is left of it anyway.

  I slide down the step, sitting with my back against the cool brick wall and for a moment I allow myself to imagine what it would be like if I actually were Mrs. Lambert. Surely it must be exhausting entertaining on this level multiple times a week, every week…but then again it’s not exactly as though I would be the one doing the entertaining. It seems like all I’d have to do is recruit someone to throw the events for me and as long as the donations were free flowing it didn’t seem as though the charities minded organizing their own functions. I find myself wondering exactly what Mrs. Lambert had done in her time, before she fell out of the picture. Had she been a socialite just like Mrs. Dubois? Had she kept that type of company? Had she been as annoying as I find Mrs. Dubois to be? Surely a man like Gideon wouldn’t have grown a relationship with someone like that. I laugh at the thought because quite honestly I can’t say what a man like Gideon Lambert would do anymore. I had thought I’d known him. I thought he was the kind of man who would sweep me off my feet but instead he turned out to be the type of man who slips wads of cash in to your purse in payment for impersonating his wife.

  I hear the wait-staff moving around in the kitchen and opt to head down to the bar downstairs where I first met Mr. Billionaire himself. What will I do if I find Gideon behind the bar; playing the part of Ricky as he had done so seamlessly on the night we first met. My pulse starts to race and I wonder whether part of me doesn’t actually hope to find him there with that mop of hair flopped over one eye and his cock throbbing at the very sight of me. I pause outside the bar door and behind it I hear the clinking of glasses. Is it him? Taking a deep breath I open the door, expecting to find Ricky standing behind the bar, but it isn’t Ricky that I see.

  A pair of chestnut brown eyes turns to me with a single eyebrow raised.

  “Oh, I wasn’t expecting company tonight.” He finishes wiping out a glass and sets it on a hanging rack above the bar.

  “I wasn’t expecting a bartender tonight.” There’s a hollow emptiness in my chest, my stomach has fallen and I can feel tears welling in my eyes.

  “Well, let me get you a drink…” He sets down a napkin on the bar and nods towards a stool. I sit down and reach over the bar, helping myself to a glass and a bottle of whiskey, Gideon’s drink of choice on the night I had told him I was leaving. I fill the glass to the top and ignore the widening eyes of the new bartender as I recall the smell of whiskey on Gideon’s breath the last time we had fucked. I’d say made love but there was no love, not the last time. The last time had been Gideon’s final attempt to get me to stay, wordless desperation, but when it hadn’t worked he had turned back to his whiskey glass. Why had it been so hard for him to ask me to stay? Why didn’t he understand that a breathless fuck was far from the words I needed to hear?

  I throw back the last gulp of whiskey and slam my glass down on the bar top. It burns every inch of the way down but it numbs the sadness, at least for now.

  “Rough night, huh?” I look at the new bartender, giving him a blank stare and watching his squirm in nervous apprehension.

  “You could say that.” I pour another glass of whiskey.

  “Take it easy, you’ll be sleeping here tonight you keep drinking like that.” Something about the way he says this reminds me of the back and forth I’d had with Gideon on our first night here in this bar. This bartender is far from Gideon Lambert but after another glass of whiskey he would certainly do.

  “Well, wouldn’t that just be tragic?” As the words fall from my lips I instantly feel like the biggest bitch on the face of the planet and breaking my gaze from his I look around the bar. Nothing has changed since the last time I was down here, except of course for ‘Ricky.’

  “I could think of worse things to happen…” The brown eyed bartender smiles at me
and I can’t help but offer him a reserved smile back. “You wanna talk about it?”

  The guy was tenacious, I’d give him that. If I were him I would have kicked me out the second I reached for the whiskey bottle. He leans on the bar, his head in his hand and I let my fingers reach out, touching his short blonde hair. He looks ex-military, nothing like the suave billionaire I’d picked up on my last venture down here. The truth is though, that I don’t want to talk about it. I run my fingers over his stubble before hooking my fingers under his chin and leaning over to kiss him. His lips are soft and there is gentleness to his mouth that Ricky never had. He lifts his hand to my cheek and slides it back, wrapping his fingers around the back of my neck, pulling me towards him. As he pulls me to him, I feel that dull throbbing between my legs and I’m reminded of Ricky, of his cock sliding deep inside me.

  In a matter of seconds I find that I have walked around to the back side of the bar and dropped to my knees. I feel his hands in my hair and I can hear his breath catching as I unbutton his pants and slide down the zipper. I don’t even know the guys name but right now that doesn’t seem to matter, right now I just want his cock. He takes a stuttering breath in as I pull his cock from his boxers; it springs free, already throbbing in my hand. His cock is thicker than Gideon’s and as I slip it between my lips and run my tongue along the bell of his head I try to forget Gideon. I feel hands knotting in my hair as he holds my mouth around him, not fucking me, just steadying himself as I work his cock in and out of my lips. Lifting my eyes to his I see him looking down at me, breathing heavily, his brow furrowed with concentration. I can almost hear him begging himself not to blow his load just yet and I find myself begging him to, because if he doesn’t then I am going to take this further. It’s not that I don’t want to feel him inside me, but replacing my last fuck with Gideon with a fuck from a complete stranger is just so…final. I slide my lips as far down his length as I can and feel as his cock bumps the back of my throat. He lets out a gasp and holds my head still.

  “I don’t want to cum yet…” He pulls his cock from my lips and invites me to stand. I follow his instruction, leaning back against the bar and I watch him wrap his arms around me to unzip my dress. He slides it carefully over my shoulders, leaning in to press kisses against my collarbones as he does. His mouth moves up to my neck, leaving small kisses before he presses his lips against mine once more. My dress falls to the floor and I feel his cock brushing against my panties as he leans in to me. He slides his hands down over my skin until he gets to the top of my panties, his fingers slip inside and I feel my pussy aching in anticipation of his touch. He works my panties down my thighs, leaning down to slide them down to my ankles. As he stands again, his hands wrap around my waist and he lifts me in one smooth motion, setting me on top of the bar. My glass, still half-full topples over and I feel the whiskey lapping at the top of my thigh.

  Instinctively I spread my legs for him and I watch as he revels at the sight of my freshly shaved pussy before leaning down and softly running his tongue over me. I watch him as he looks up at me, sliding his tongue over my lips and keeping his gaze on me. I close my eyes, hating myself and thinking about Gideon and my red satin panties. The more I think about Gideon the wetter I can feel myself getting and as I listen to my new friend lapping at my pussy I imagine that he wants me back, that there never had been a Mrs. Lambert. I feel him pull away and opening my eyes I see him kicking off his shoes the way that Gideon had done so many times before. He steps out of his pants before wrapping his arms around me and lifting me off the bar. I wrap my legs around him and I can feel his cock pressing against me, begging to slide inside my aching pussy, but my new friend likes to tease. He begins to walk around the bar, his fully erect dick bouncing as he walks, tapping against me; begging to come inside and I bury my face in to his neck, planting kisses with a newfound intrigue. When we get to the pool table in the corner of the bar he sets me down, running his hands down my back, guiding me as I lay down.

  There are no words spoken as he crawls on to the table, laying kisses on every inch of my body, his hands holding himself up as he presses against me. His thick cock pushes against my pussy and I can feel it throbbing, begging for entrance as his breath comes faster against my ear. Then, as he lifts his head, his deep brown eyes staring right in to mine, he slides his body downward to allow his cock to tease at my entrance. I gasp and this time I’m the one with the furrowed brow as he slowly sinks his cock inside me. He fills me and I already ache for that perfect release. He holds me in his gaze and I want to look away, I want to find Gideon looking right back at me but as I let this stranger take me my body responds. My nipples bud as he leans down sucking them softly and my pussy sucks at his cock as he drives deeper inside me.

  His eyes stay on mine and he blinks lazily as he feels my warmth around him. The pool table - hard underneath me - scratches at my back with its dark green felt and with each thrust it scrapes just a little harder. He slides out of me, leaning up on his knees and lifting my ass off the table. Carefully he holds me up as he slides his cock inside me again, my legs balanced on his shoulders, his chest pressing against the backs of my legs. I feel him deeper inside me, massaging every inch of my pussy and then he reaches around. His fingers find my clitoris and he begins to rub small circles as he continues to fuck me hard. As his fingers rub my pussy and his cock sinks deep inside me I can feel myself mounting, reaching for that peak. He lets my legs fall back down to either side of him and he leans down on top of my naked body once more. His body is heavy against me, pinning me to the table and as I succumb to his subtle domination I feel my body respond to his final thrust. I begin to tip over the edge taking him with me, we tumble together and every throb of his cock inside me causes my pussy to squeeze him tighter, milking every last drop of him.

  I feel his weight shift as his arms give way and he releases his body weight on top of me. My breath comes fast and for a second I allow my hands to run over the back of his sweaty shirt. It clings to his skin and I hold him in his complete surrender.

  “I should go” I can’t help saying the words, knowing that they will hurt him as much as Gideon leaving me the last time we fucked. There is such indignity in being left after such an intimate moment, sure fucking is fucking but when it all comes down to it no one wants to be left naked (or in his case half naked) and alone at their most vulnerable moment.

  He rolls off me and on to his side, his fingers running up my chest and between my breasts.

  “Why don’t you stay?” For once in my life I feel like the frat boy instead of the geeky girl, the one who takes what they want and walks out afterwards.

  “I need to get back upstairs” I sit up and hop off the side of the table. “After all, I am getting paid to work up there.” I give him half a grin, it’s all I can manage to lighten the mood but I can still see the disappointment on his face. Do I tell him he was the rebound fuck? Do I just get dressed and walk out?

  “Oh, I didn’t realize” He must have thought I was part of the visiting party rather than the hosting party.

  “Yeah…” I slip back behind the bar and struggle in to my dress somehow managing to zip myself most of the way up. Even bent behind the bar I can hear the disappointment pouring from those big brown eyes. Poor guy probably thought he’d got himself a female Gideon Lambert, his lucky break.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  I get to the top of the basement stairs and listen for movement in the kitchen. When it sounds like its safe to slip out, I crack the door, slip out and shut it quietly behind me in time for the same middle aged woman who greeted me when I arrived to turn around and see me.

  “Ah, I’ve been looking for you! Can you take this?” She hands me a tray loaded down with some kind of pastry puffs and I nod, taking it. “Good now…” she heads off in to the back of the kitchen talking to herself as she goes.

  I can’t bring myself to head back out in to the main hall, out to Mrs. Dubois and her plans for her next big ‘function.�
�� As I’m about to set the tray back down on the long prep table one of the other wait-staff walks in and with a brief smile I hand the tray off to her.

  “Umm, this is for you. Mrs. Ahhhhh…” I wave in the direction of the nameless middle aged woman, “she said to hand it off to you, I’m not feeling too well, I have to go home.” The girl takes the tray without question and turns on her heel heading back through the kitchen door.

  Grabbing my purse I slip out of the backdoor and head around to the side of the house, making sure to head to the left to avoid walking past the bar side of the house.

  “Sneaking out, huh?” one of the younger guys that I recognized from the wait-staff of previous Lambert functions sat on a stone wall, a cigarette in his hand.

  “I just can’t do it anymore, ya know?” He nods without saying a word and takes a long drag on his cigarette. I linger for a moment before sitting on the wall next to him and pull out my cell to call Allison.