Pathological Therapy Billionaire Bad Boy Box Set

by Brittany Dreams

  Chapter 6

  “You want me to do what?” Christine’s mouth gaped open in shock. She stared at Curtis, hardly daring to blink. So far the first few minutes in his magnificent house had not gone as she thought they would. No that she knew what to expect but never in her wildest dreams had she imagined she was going to be asked to sign an actual contract that included a confidentiality agreement. She now knew why.

  “Just calm down for a minute and let me explain. I think if you approach it with an open mind you might find that you would enjoy it.” Curtis actually had the grace to look a little uncomfortable. There was an unsure expression on his face that Christine was willing to bet wasn’t there often.

  “Calm down! How would you feel if you’d been tricked into something! What exactly did I just sign?” Christine glared at Curtis. He’d taken her to some kind of home office the minute she walked in the front door. He sat behind a huge mahogany desk in one of those massive upholstered black leather chairs that dwarfed even his form. She glanced down at the contract that he had pulled back in front of him. She calculated the odds of getting it back and ripping it to shreds.

  “Nothing that is going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do. I’ll give you a copy. You did sign the confidentiality agreement which I already told you means that you can’t tell anyone about this.”

  “Like I would want to,” Christine shot back. She was vibrating with anger. It didn’t help that Curtis was sitting mere feet from her, dressed in faded, ripped jeans and a tight fitting black t-shirt that defined his muscular stature. Her mouth had fairly watered when she’d stepped inside his house and seen him. It was strange. She was in the most beautiful, expensive house she’d probably ever been in and all she could focus on was Curtis’ body. She was ashamed to admit she wasn’t sure if she was angry that she was apparently going to be denied him or the fact that he obviously thought she was something she wasn’t. “I’m not some slut that you can just share around,” Christine snapped. She reached down at her feet and grabbed her purse. She’d left her backpack by the front door. “I’m leaving. Give me a copy of that contract so I can be on my way.”

  “Christine… come on…” Curtis stood as well. A few quick steps had him blocking the door. He crossed his arms over his chest. His jaw was set in a hard, angular line, his lips pressed firmly together. His blue eyes flashed with some emotion she couldn’t name.

  “Get out of my way,” she demanded. She shifted her hands to her hips, trying to look firm and imposing. It must have had the exact opposite effect because Curtis grinned.

  “I’m not letting you out of this room until you hear me out. I never thought you were a whore. That was not my intention at all, nor my friend’s intentions. It may sound strange to you but when we do this, generally the pleasure is shared equally. I would never take advantage of anyone.”

  “I’m still not going to be shared around! God, I can’t believe you would even think that I would… with more than one guy…”

  “With a woman then?” Curtis’ eye twinkled infuriatingly.

  “Certainly not!” Christine made an effort to shove past Curtis. Her first mistake was getting within a foot of him. Her second was actually touching him. Her hands came into contact with the warm, solid wall of his chest. He moved swiftly, reaching down and gripping her shoulders. He drew her in close and on instinct, she tilted her face up to him.

  His lips descended on hers with devastating force. Christine’s gasp was smothered by their bruising insistency. Her breath was stolen, her lips parted. His tongue swept into her mouth, his kiss turning hot and heavy and passionate. Desire ripped through Christine. Her blood boiled, her heart hammered. Curtis stole her ability to breathe or reason or think.

  She pulled away, shocked. Curtis stared into her eyes, daring her to deny the powerful physical need she felt for him.

  “Are you sure you want to leave Christine? You can have all of us or you can’t have anything. You have to decide if it’s worth it.”

  “What is?”

  “Taking a chance on pleasure. On experiences you’ve never tried before. Taking a chance on defying what society thinks is right and proper. Giving in to what your own body craves.”

  “And what is that?” Christine panted.

  “You know what it is,” Curtis responded in his deep, sexy voice. His eyes blazed with the promise of passion. Of things she had never imagined before. A promise of enjoyment, of bliss, of the most incredible ecstasy. But at what price? She hadn’t even met his friends. It was Curtis she wanted. Was she willing to take the chance on them just so she could have him?

  “Alright,” Christine finally breathed. She felt as though she were admitting defeat. Curtis’ eyes lit up. “But I have one condition. I want it to be you first. Just you. And I want the right to say stop if I don’t want to continue. At any point.”

  “Of course you can stop at any point,” Curtis said. “I would never force you to do anything you didn’t want to do. This is for you as much as it is for us. As for your first request, I will tell my friends to leave and come back later. I think you will be ready by then.”

  “I don’t know that I’ll be ready Curtis…”

  “Why? Just how inexperienced are you?” Curtis’ eyes roved over her form and Christine blushed. She didn’t want him to know she was a virgin but he was going to find out soon enough.

  “I… well… I’ve never been with anyone… like that…” she stammered. Surprise flashed across Curtis’ face before he carefully forced it blank. “Do you… not want me to do this now?” Christine asked, irrational disappointment welling up in her chest. A few minutes ago she had just been protesting the very thing she now wanted.

  Curtis nodded slowly. “I do. Of course I do. But you’re right. We are going to need awhile.”

  Chapter 7

  After seeing his disappointed friends from the house with the promise that it would be only a couple hours before they too received their pleasure and reassurances that they could trust him, Curtis climbed the stairs to his room. He hadn’t told Matthew or Nathan that Christine was a virgin. He’d made lame excuses about needing some time to convince her to go through with the whole thing. He hadn’t warned her and the men seemed to accept his excuse. If they had known the real truth they never would have left.

  What had he been thinking asking her to do this? His friends were right. It was bad enough that he had chosen a woman and basically left out the whole foursome part but how could he have picked the one woman in that entire club who was a virgin? He had thought she was joking when she told him but a look into her wide green eyes told him she was perfectly serious.

  He didn’t know if he was up to the task. Curtis couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a virgin. He liked his women more experienced. He normally wouldn’t have gone for a woman like Christine but there was something about her that drew him since the first second he saw her sitting on that red chaise in the club. God, he wanted her so badly his body was shaking. He didn’t envy his friends one bit. Likely, it was the other way around. Matthew and Nathan both got a good look at Christine as she was entering the house and the frank appreciation that had been on their faces told Curtis they liked what they saw.

  A stab of jealousy hit him hard in the chest, almost doubling him over half way up the stairs. He never minded sharing before. Why should this time be any different? He shook his head to clear it and hurried up to his room.

  When Curtis pulled open the grey, flat paneled door, he got the surprise of his life. “Holy. Shit…” he stammered. His tongue froze then and he could say no more. There, lying across the black cotton sheets on his king size bed was Christine. She had shed the red maxi dress she’d arrived in and… wow!

  She was so ripe and voluptuous that Curtis barely smothered a groan. Her breasts were full and heavy, the pink nipples hard in the air conditioned room. Her waist was tiny, her hips curvy. Her legs were parted slightly, giving Curtis the pe
rfect sneak peak of a gorgeous, hairless pussy. Her emerald green eyes flashed when she saw the way he studied her.

  “Do you… do you like what you see?” She asked, voice wavering.

  Curtis choked. “Do I like it?” He asked incredulously. “Oh dear lord. You are more innocent than you think.” He took a step forward, then another, forcing his leaden feet to move. His body felt heavy, weighed down with the force of his desire for her. He actually craved her so badly that it hurt. His cock was hard and aching, punching painfully against the fly of his jeans. “I thought it was I who was supposed to seduce you, not the other way around.”

  Christine blushed prettily. She blinked and lowered her eyes. Her pale eyelashes rested against one rosy cheek for a second before lifting again. “Is that what I’m doing? Seducing you? I thought I was here to pleasure you. And to receive pleasure. That’s what you told me. I was just preparing myself for it.”

  Her choice of words made Curtis growl deep in his throat. The sound surprised even him. He imagined her preparing herself in more ways than taking off her clothes. He imagined her hand delving down and parting her pussy, slipping into her tight, wet sheath, touching herself, teasing herself, getting herself all hot and ready and warmed up for him.

  Curtis wasn’t sure how he had planned for this to go. He had a different image in his mind at the beginning of the night. One that involved her and his friends. Now it was just them. Alone, in his house. In his bedroom. He would have planned on taking her slowly, if he had known this was going to happen. On introducing her step by step to the incredible ecstasy that he knew was possible.

  Apparently he was more of a rookie than he realized. She had turned the tables on him with her bold actions. He was so fucking hard he felt like ripping his clothing off and taking her right then and there. He took a deep breath, determined to practice self-control.

  She looked up at his face, her green eyes liquid pools. He saw his own fierce need mirrored there.

  “What are you doing Curtis? Or maybe I should ask what you are going to do.” Christine shifted slightly on the bed, moving her legs apart, opening herself to him. She smiled up at him as though she was unaware of exactly what she was doing to him.

  It was the last straw, that sweet, innocent look on her face, the sight of her lush body bared to him. He couldn’t do this slowly. He needed her and he needed her now.

  Curtis all but tore off his t-shirt and stripped off his jeans in one single movement. He shed his boxers last, freeing himself. He glanced back at Christine to find that her face had gone pale, her eyes wide. She was staring at his cock. Her mouth had opened part way, into a surprised ‘O’. He wondered how glorious it would feel to have her beautiful lips wrapped around his cock. He meant to find out.

  He walked to the bed and Christine pressed back against the pillows. Her eyes widened even further, if it was possible. A visible tremor tore through her body. All of her earlier confidence faded away at the sight of his naked body. She wanted him but she was afraid now. She didn’t know what he was going to do to her and she looked like she feared the unknown.

  “Relax Christine,” Curtis said smoothly as he knelt on the edge of the bed. “I promise I won’t hurt you. I swear to you that you are going to enjoy this more than anything you’ve ever experienced I your life.”

  A ghost of a smile turned up her lips. “You seem very confident of your skills.”

  Curtis grinned. He liked that about Christine. Her wit. The way she handled herself. She wasn’t afraid to spar with him. “We’ll see. You can tell me after if I’ve overestimated my prowess.”

  “Your prowess. Good god.” Christine actually laughed, a melodic sound that Curtis liked very much.

  “If not my prowess, then my teaching. If I can get you to give me half the pleasure I am going to give you then I would still rate my skills as top notch. Now, enough talking. The longer I have to wait, the more unrestrained I’m going to be.” Curtis clamped his mouth shut. He didn’t know why he had said that. He didn’t want her to know just how badly it was that he craved her. It sounded a little desperate and he was unused to surrendering any portion of control. It grated on him that he felt as though Christine already had the upper hand.

  Chapter 8

  Christine couldn’t say what had possessed her to take her clothes off and present herself naked to Curtis when he arrived back in his bedroom. She had waited, hoping he would like what he saw. She would be completely humiliated if he walked in and told her he had changed his mind. Or worse, that he didn’t find her attractive.

  She hadn’t expected the feral gleam in his eyes, the barely restrained animal need in him. Most surprising of all, Christine wasn’t intimidated by it. She was wildly excited. She should be afraid. She should be reluctant. She wasn’t. She had spent two whole, miserable days thinking about this. She had hardly slept at all, her body on fire with longing. She wondered what it would be like, to lose her virginity to a man like Curtis.

  “What are you going to do Curtis?” Her voice trembled slightly and she swallowed hard.

  He was as glorious as she imagined. Better even. His body rippled with muscle. There was not an untoned inch on him. He looked like he really was carved of granite under his bronzed skin. She would guess that he was much older than her. Probably in his mid-thirties, based solely on the fact he was rich enough to own a house like this and offer her the kind of money he had. He had the confidence of an older man yet his body didn’t look a day over twenty and there was not a hint of grey in his shaggy blonde hair. He had pulled it back into what she would have termed a ‘man bun’ at the nape of his neck. A few stray locks escaped the tie and framed his face. It was sexy as hell.

  A wicked gleam came into Curtis’ eyes. “I haven’t quite decided yet.” He leaned into her and Christine stopped breathing.

  Her stomach clenched hard, her entire body freezing when Curtis perched on the edge of the bed. He hovered there for a second, his powerful frame mere inches from her own, much smaller figure. She held her breath. She craved his touch more than anything in the world. Her body was on fire, her entire being screaming out for his hands on her skin.

  Curtis reached out, his large, strong hand brushing the hair that cascaded over her shoulder away, so that it fell down her back in a long, blonde rush. His index finger and thumb continued over her shoulder, up to her neck. He brushed past her throat, over her chin, up to her lips. Christine gasped when Curtis’ index finger brushed over her bottom lip lightly, like a whisper. She wondered how such a small action could be so sensuous.

  Leaning forward, Curtis bent his head and claimed her lips. Christine whimpered, melting into the pillows. He kissed her deeply, passionately, creating a hot pool of desire deep in her belly. His hand moved slowly over her body. He found one of her breasts and he cupped the round orb. His thumb found her nipple and he kneaded it until it was hard and aching. Christine arched into his touch, begging him wordlessly for more.

  Curtis broke the kiss. He was still fondling her breast, rolling her nipple back and forth between his thumb and index finger in a maddening motion that was driving her wild. Christine felt every single action echoed in the aching spot between her legs.

  Bending his head, Curtis began suckling gently at her neck, kissing her tender, heated flesh, nipping at her gently. Her breathing grew ragged, the combination of his mouth on her skin and his hands on her breast enough to build a roaring fire inside. Her limbs felt heavy, her breathing was ragged. She couldn’t believe it was her making those little whimpering, moans of pleasure.

  Curtis’ lips moved lower, over her shoulder, down, over her breast. He shifted so he could move lower, claiming her nipple. Christine gasped. Her body jerked at the unexpected onslaught. She closed her eyes, arching her back forward. She wanted more, she needed more.

  “Curtis…” she whispered, her voice completely unrecognizable as her own.

  He took no head of her pleas. His mouth moved away from her b
reast and continued lower. She leaned back against the pillows, the silk sheets tickling her bare flesh. He moved lower, kissing and caressing her flat stomach. His other hand moved away from her breast, down to her thigh. He caressed her there gently before he moved his hand upwards in a heated trail.

  Her legs opened for him and his hand moved up, finding her pussy. She gasped, her back jacking off the bed as he explored her folds. His hand grew slick with her wetness as he started to massage her in a motion that started at her clit and ended right at her entrance. He teased her that way until her whole body was trembling with the shudders that ripped through her.

  “Curtis… oh my god,” Christine panted.

  He glanced up at her. His face was a mixture of amusement and raw need. “What would you like me to do Christine? Would you like me to continue showing you what is possible or would you like me to take you now?”

  “I…” Christine wasn’t sure how much more she could handle. She felt as though she was constantly on the verge of coming. The pleasure and the teasing were delicious. She wanted Curtis but she wasn’t sure she wanted him to stop what he was doing. She imagined his mouth there, where his hands had been. She wasn’t even embarrassed that his head was already almost all the way between her legs, that he was looking at her in the most intimate way.

  “I think you want this,” Curtis whispered before he dropped his head to her sopping wet pussy.

  “Oh god yes,” she moaned. Shivers ripped up her legs. Passion built and unfurled slowly, agonizingly, in the pit of her stomach.

  Curtis reached out and slipped his hand under her hips. He moved it down, cupping her ass, lifting her towards his mouth. Christine whimpered, responding eagerly. Her legs fell all the way open. She inched down on the bed, trying to get even closer to Curtis’ amazing mouth. His glorious mouth was hot on her pussy, lapping at her juices. His tongue flicked over her folds, up over her clit in the same dance his fingers had taken. He paused right at her opening before he tasted her. His tongue snaked into her, penetrating her.