The Billionaire's Kitten: A Fake Marriage Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  “Aren’t you afraid someone’s going to catch you?” I asked pointedly, ignoring the fire in my dick, the need that was already starting to drip from the tip.

  The girl paused for a moment, biting her lip.

  “No one’s ever down here,” she said quietly. “Especially not at 7 a.m.”

  “Yeah, but aren’t you afraid that someone’s going to come down here, someday maybe, like today?” I asked again, teasing her this time. “Like me?”

  Tammy blushed prettily again.

  “Mr. Martin,” she said slowly. “When I say no one comes down here, I really mean it. It’s sweltering 24/7 and mostly they just stock supplies in the basement, mops and brooms and stuff. The maintenance crew comes by sometimes but not this early. They work mostly at night,” she added, still biting her lip.

  I thought for a moment.

  “But even if no one comes by, aren’t you afraid that Luxor is logging all the sites you look at on your work computer?” I said gently. “You know your hard drive and monitor belong to Luxor, we’re tracking every site you visit.”

  And at that, the girl flushed bright red again, now chewing at her bottom lip, working the luscious bow with her teeth.

  “Um … no, I didn’t realize that,” she said shamefaced. “I had no idea,” she said in a small voice. “Are you going to fire me now?” she asked, raising her eyes to mine. “I know I deserve it, I know that you caught me um … in flagrante, and that I was looking at dirty porn sites on my computer, but I swear, I work hard and I can make this up to you,” she rushed. “I’ll absolutely work ten times harder and I’ll contribute to Luxor Corp., I promise.”

  I laughed heartily again.

  “Oh, I’ll make sure you make it up to me,” I drawled gently. “I don’t give away anything for free, it’s not how I operate. But say I give you a second chance,” I posed hypothetically. “How do I know you’re not hiding anything else up your sleeve? Do you have any other dirty secrets?” I asked pointedly, fixing her with a demanding stare.

  And the girl chewed her lip again, thinking carefully. I could see a debate going on her head, little voices arguing this way and that before one finally won out. Slowly, the brunette reached into her purse and fished out a key. I quirked an eyebrow at her in silent question. And the girl fit the key into a lock in her desk before pulling open a drawer, the metal sliding smoothly on its riders, a whispering rasp.

  “Mr. Martin,” she said slowly, “I … I’ve been keeping this at work. For my pleasure,” she stuttered.

  And I stood to get a better glimpse, looking over her desk into the drawer, my cock punching to rock solid status for the third time in ten minutes. Because the drawer was chock full of sex toys, dildos, vibrators, pocket rockets, butt plugs, things I didn’t even recognize. It was practically overflowing and my eyebrows flew off my face then, dark streaks slashing my cheekbones, the air in my lungs suddenly tight.

  “And do you use all those?” I asked silkily. “Here in the women’s restroom?”

  The girl was flushed again, her boobs heaving quickly, but she nodded slowly, admitting her slutty ways.

  “Like I said, I’m alone most times here and by the time I get home to the Bronx, it’s almost eleven. I’m so tired that I figured it’d be easier to pleasure myself at work,” she said weakly. “It’s wrong I know, but it was my best option.”

  Honestly, this was like a dream come true. The girl was so dirty, so raunchy, keeping a stash of sex toys in her desk drawer, using them at Luxor Corp. without even locking the door. And I fucking loved it. I loved the ballsiness, the sheer sexuality pouring off the woman in waves, the fact that I was ready to run my dick in her on a second’s notice.

  “Well, honey, that’s something that can be fixed,” I rumbled, still in my chair. “Stress you say? Because I can do something about that right now,” I promised. And it was true. Big changes were coming her way, huge, enormous, gigantic changes … that involved her pussy wrapped around my cock.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Tammy

  It was the most humiliating day of my life. To be caught literally with my panties down as I stroked myself, by Mr. CEO himself. Oh my god, I squirmed inside, my body heating up at the shame and embarrassment. And to add insult to injury, Nick Martin was hands-down gorgeous, handsome, athletic, with a physique to die for, my cunny growing wet as I stared at him.

  Because I did a lot of staring. Even though I was totally disgraced, I couldn’t help but sneak a peek at him every now and then, the big man looming in my office, immaculately dressed, in total control of the situation. And I saw his hard-on, the huge tent at his crotch, his cock straining against the light wool fabric. How could I miss it after all? It was protruding like the Empire State Building and a naughty little voice in my head whispered, For me? For me, Tammy Jones?

  But I scolded myself, mentally berating the hope within. Geez Louise, the little voice went, get a grip! The CEO of Luxor just caught you (1) feeling yourself up in the bathroom, (2) looking at porn on your work computer, and (3) with a drawer full of sex toys. Ever heard of three strikes you’re out? Well, girlie, you just used up your three strikes.

  Except evidently this wasn’t the three strikes game. Instead, I was a cat with nine lives and it wasn’t clear I’d used up even one life. Because instead of kicking me to the curb, ordering security to escort me out of the building, the big man was still talking, curiously casual and relaxed in the chair despite his massive hard-on.

  “Sure, I can help you with stress,” his tone of voice casual, blue eyes gleaming wickedly, “but I need you to help me with something first.”

  I sat up straight in my chair.

  “Anything,” I babbled, “Just give me a chance and I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

  The man chuckled at that.

  “Baby, you’re going to find my request a little unprofessional but I guess you’re used to that right?” he smirked. I wanted to slap him right then, slap that smirk right off that sensuous, chiseled mouth, but stopped myself and forced myself to look grateful instead, pasting a smile on my face.

  “Yes,” I promised. “I’ll do anything.”

  And the man just grinned at me lazily, like a cat playing with a mouse.

  “Show me your pussy,” he drawled. “I want to see that pussy one more time today before I get back to work.”

  My jaw dropped.

  “Wha-what?” I stuttered. I’d thought we were done with the unprofessional, the naughty acts that had already landed me in hot water, but evidently not.

  “You heard me,” he growled. “Put your legs up on the desk and show me that pretty cunt,” he commanded, brows lowering ominously. “I know you don’t have your underwear, it’s in my pocket now,” he smirked. “But I want to see that pink kitty one last time before getting back to work.”

  And I stared at Nick still, my breathing fast, before slowly pushing back my chair and lifting my stilettos to rest them on the desk. Oh god, why had I worn fuck-me heels today? Oh god, it’d been the wrong day and I swallowed heavily.

  “Like … like this?” I trembled.

  The man stared at me hard.

  “Don’t pretend to be so innocent,” he threatened, his voice a low rasp. “I know that slutty cunt wants to come out, so do it,” he hissed. By now, the big man had pulled his dick out and was stroking it slowly, the tip glistening, a bead of white forming at the top.

  I gasped at his nasty words, so dirty yet turning me on. And true to form, my cunt was running wetly already, the moistness unmistakable between my thighs. So slowly, oh so slowly, I obeyed. I pulled my skirt up, hitching it over my thighs and began spreading my legs, more and more creamy white thigh coming into view.

  “That’s it,” rasped Nick, his eyes never leaving the widening vee, gazing at it hungrily, his hand a blur on his dick now. “Keep going.”

  And slowly, I parted my legs, opening myself up until my pink pussy was on display once more with the man’s heated gaze sliding ove
r my folds, making me moisten even more, a sweet drip of nectar collecting at my hole before running down into my crack.

  “Oh!” I cried softly, never taking my eyes from his. “Oh!”

  But the man hadn’t had enough yet.

  “Show me your clit,” he growled, eyes glued to my twat.

  And my hands slipped between my thighs to obey. With one finger on each side of my labia, I pulled my nether lips apart until he could see straight up my inner channel, the pink walls pulsing, wet and delicious under his gaze. Shamefully, my clit was positively vibrating with pleasure, hard and alert, standing up between my folds, I was so turned on.

  “Play with yourself,” he ground out, running his hand up and down his shaft as he stared at my secret space.

  And as if in a trance, I obeyed. I circled a finger around my clit, lightly rubbing it, making myself moan as tingles ran from my cunt throughout my insides, my pussy gushing wetly at the sensation. And teasingly, I dropped another finger into my hole, inserting it into the soft flesh, working it into my vaginal opening all the while moaning with pleasure, my head lolling on my shoulders.

  “Oh Nick,” I sighed, never taking my eyes from his big form. “Oh gawd.”

  And we stroked ourselves in rhythm, me frigging my little puss, the big man running his hand up and down his dick. It was amazing, we were in concert with one another, making each other feel good without actually touching, our minds attuned, our bodies in sync. And it was so sensuous, so dirty, that I began to come, a tidal wave cresting in my pussy, dragging me under with rolling waves of pleasure, making my cunny shake and clamp as I screamed.

  And the big man wasn’t immune either. But instead of coming wetly in his hand, he leaped over to my side of the desk and pointed his dick at my naked cunt, spurting heavy reams of white all over my pussy, lash after lash of hot juice hitting my clit, my hole, spattering my thighs and dripping all over my butt. I shrieked even louder, the dirtiness overwhelming me. I’ve dreamed nasty dreams, seen a lot of depraved acts on the internet, but never had I actually done anything with a man, had a strange man spray his semen onto my cunt.

  And I loved it, I loved every second of it, feeling that hot jism hit me again and again, drenching me in his sticky juices. The semen was a creamy white, running between my thighs, splashing me everywhere, making me gasp and moan with lust, thrashing under the fire hose of his spray, my cunt spasming to draw it up inside me.

  And after Nick finished, he shook his dick off a little, further spattering me, the droplets hitting me everywhere but I didn’t care. At this point, he could have creamed on my face and I would have gladly licked my lips and asked for more.

  And the big man knew it. He could tell that I was basically his sex slave at this point, my body in thrall to him, a panting, heaving, trembling mess. Chuckling deeply in his throat, the billionaire watched hungrily as I massaged the sweet jism into my folds, pushed it up my hole and into my sweet cunt.

  “That’s right,” he growled, his eyes on fire even as he tucked his dick back into his trousers, zipping up and looking perfectly groomed in an instant, not a hair out of place. “I’ve marked your pretty little pussy and you’re going to go around all day with my semen on your skin,” he rasped, eyes ravenous, gazing at my lush form sprawled in the chair. “You’re mine now.”

  And without a backwards glance, he turned on his heel and strode out, leaving me gasping, panting, oh-so-turned on … and desperate for more.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Tammy

  I didn’t know what to think. I’d had a career high and a career low in the space of half an hour, the events so incredible that I couldn’t wrap my head around them.

  “Oh my god, are you serious?” breathed Marie into the phone. I’d gotten to know the sales clerk at the Pink Cherry so well that we were bona fide friends now, calling each other and gossiping on a rainy night.

  “Yeah,” I said, my cheeks flushing as I thought back to the events of the day. “Nick caught me red-handed and I dunno, it was so …”

  My sentence trailed off but Marie interrupted.

  “Super hot? Super steamy? Like you wanted to lick him all over, devour that big cock?” she asked, giggling.

  And I laughed breathlessly too, my cheeks flushing again. Because it’d been the greatest sexual experience of my life, in fact the only sexual experience I’d ever had and I was so turned on that I wanted to see Nick again … to my utter shame. But before I could process my feelings, Marie barreled on ahead.

  “So what happens next?” she asked breathlessly. “Do you fuck him now? Does he come hard into your pussy? Oh my god, please say you’ll use one of the toys from the Pink Cherry with him,” she gushed.

  “Marie, I- I think we’ll be using more than one,” I said, stuttering a little. “Because he caught me with a drawer full of your inventory, I’ve been diddling myself at work in my free time.”

  “Oh my gawwwd, are you serious?” my friend screamed into my ear. “You dirty, dirty slut! You wicked, nasty, evil girl! You’ve been boning yourself at work? You go, girl!”

  I didn’t correct her and say that I hadn’t actually used all of my Pink Cherry toys. Instead, I’d stuck with the vanilla ones, the massagers, the clamps, flicking them on my clit, playing with my nips, making me moan and sigh. I dunno, the dildos were still too scary for me. After all, I’m a virgin down there and the thought of popping my own cherry? Hell no. It was too much, my thighs automatically tensing, my pelvis tightening at the thought of a massive penis on me.

  But somehow with Nick it was completely different. The thought of his cock buried in my pussy made me feel melty and warm, a little tingle starting down below, growing breathless, my lungs tightening with anticipation and arousal. It was weird, Nick’s cock just had that effect on me, the ten inch erection making me tremble and shiver, my insides growing warm. But Marie didn’t have to know about this, so I hedged.

  “I dunno,” I said into the phone cautiously, “Mr. Martin implied he wanted more but didn’t exactly stay around to make plans.”

  “Of course not!” squealed the blonde. “This isn’t a guy who carries his calendar around with him. He has people who do that for him, his people will call your people and then you’ll set up a date, and then he’ll put his dick in your pussy, and then you’ll have to tell me all about it.”

  I just rolled my eyes. Marie was so over-the-top with this sex stuff, in her mind sharing was truly caring. But I was a little more circumspect.

  “Marie, I don’t have any people, I answer my own phones and do everything myself,” I reminded her gently. “If Nick Martin wants to send his people over, then they’ll just be dealing with yours truly.”

  And the blonde giggled again into the phone.

  “I bet he will,” she said wickedly. “He’s gonna do something, an alpha male like that doesn’t just walk away without touching your pussy.”

  And I smiled again to myself, huffing a sigh.

  “Okay girl, I’ll let you know,” I promised, feigning a yawn. “Now I’ve got to get to bed, it’s almost midnight. Why aren’t you in bed too? Don’t you have to work tomorrow?”

  “Not until the night shift,” she said smugly. “The Pink Cherry is open until 4 a.m., you know, for folks who want to get it on late.”

  And I laughed again. Oh right, horizontal shenanigans often happened in the wee hours of the night, I was just so beat by the time I got home that I’d forgotten that people actually had active sex lives after they hit the sheets.

  “Okay, gotta go girlie, talk to you later,” I replied and hung up.

  But once I was alone, I let out a saucy smile in the quiet of my room, my body tingling once more. I was dying to see Nick again, dying to touch that hard body, see him without any clothes on in his full manly glory. I wanted to see his cock again, touch it, taste it, maybe rub it against myself, let it rub my pussy, and was that so wrong? After all, a gorgeous, powerful man had just landed on my doorstep and seemed more than a little i
nterested. I gushed again, my panties soaked as my pussy clenched with anticipation. Oh yeah, I was eager, willing, shit, dying for him.

  But that was all tomorrow. In the meantime, I needed to get a good night’s rest for my commute at the crack of dawn again tomorrow. Fall asleep, I commanded myself. Fall asleep, you’ve got a lot on your plate.

  And after counting about a million sheep, restlessly tossing and turning, finally I fell into a shallow slumber, my face hot on my pillow as my curvy body relaxed, my breathing still.

  When the alarm buzzed the next morning, I was up in a flash, jumping off my mattress. Instead of sleepily pulling on my usual uniform of a skirt and blouse, I carefully squeezed myself in a sheath dress, a body-skimming purple outfit that hugged my curves without being over the top. It was snug at my bust and bottom, but with a modest neckline and knee-length. Pairing the dress with violet pumps was the perfect match and I tried to blow dry my hair a bit, carefully aiming the diffuser at my curls so that they hung just so, a gleaming mass down my back.

  And fortunately I didn’t see that disgusting middle-aged guy again on my morning ride. Heaving a sigh of relief I sank into a seat by the window, dreamily looking out the window, thinking of Nick as the wheels started to turn.

  But after I let myself in Luxor Corp., I was in for a shock. Because there was nothing in my office, it was a small, windowless space without a scrap of furniture inside.

  “What the?” I gasped. “What’s going on here? Where’s all my stuff? Where’s my spare jacket?” I always left a nice blazer on the back of the door in case I was called into a business meeting but my real worry was my drawer of sex toys. Oh god, I’d left that locked last night, right? Hopefully it hadn’t come spilling open when they manhandled the desk out the door. Or worse, taken pliers to the lock and busted it open.