Nobody's Girl: A Billionaire Romance Novel

by Michelle Love

  Her light laughter peels through the air. “No. I just wanted to see if I could make you think it did.”

  I walk around her to chastise her face to face. Only her face is at the same level as my cock is and I realize the position will be great for oral sex too. “This contraption has all kinds of uses.” I squat down to get on her level. “Isabel, no trying to make me think something affects you if it doesn’t. Okay?”

  “Sure, I’m sorry. I’ll keep it quiet until it actually stings. You’re being too easy with it. I think you should either do it over and over or once really hard.” She wears a serious expression.

  I have to admit, I didn’t think she’d say such a thing. It intrigues me. “I like the over and over idea. Maybe throw in a few kisses between them. Get you good and heated up. The idea is for you to find it sexually stimulating after all.”

  Isabel’s lips pull into a smile. “You know, this thing just might work for some of your less handsome men. If the girl is stuck like this and never gets to see him, if he’s highly unattractive, then she can still be stimulated.”

  “And masks can be worn too,” I say as I think about the physically attractive part of the whole thing.

  “Yeah, by both men and women who think that might help with things.” She chews her bottom lip a bit. “Being unattracted to a man can cause a woman not to get stimulated, and vice versa, no matter how much money is involved.”

  She’s right, and I grab the small notebook and pen I put on the table of torture devices then jot down a few notes about that before I go back to working with the paddle.

  Pulling the leather of the corset up, so her ass cheeks are exposed, I run my hands in circles over them both. I give one a smack then do the same to the other. I do that three times each, then I run my hand over her ass again. “How does that feel?”

  She’s panting a little. “Pretty damn good. I think if you keep going I’ll get into it.”

  I continue with the smacking then the rubbing, and she begins to moan. I run my hand over her leather covered pussy and find it’s warm. Prying the leather away from one side, I run my finger into her, finding her wet. “You do like it.”

  Her moan is low and growly, “I do. And I’d like to see if anything else that should hurt me does just the opposite. How about you use that leather belt?”

  Putting the paddle away, I get the belt and go back to her ass. It’s bright red, and I think it should rest for a bit. “You’re kind of red back here. I think we should do something a little different while you cool down back here.”

  Moving back around in front of her, I run my hand over my cock that’s become engorged. She licks her plump red lips. “You wanna pop that into my mouth, Master?”

  With a nod, I say, “If it gets uncomfortable wiggle your fingers since your mouth will be full.”

  She nods, then opens her mouth. Pulling my T-shirt off so I can have an unobstructed view, I pull the waistband of my pants down to release my cock and ease my erection into her hot mouth. I move slowly at first, letting her get used to it and seeing if she can deep throat it in that position.

  When I found she can, I put my hands on the wooden bar and move my hips as I watch my cock slide in and out of her mouth.

  It’s mesmerizing, and I like the way it feels. There’s nothing but the physical activity of her wet mouth on my cock. I can feel every bit of my cock as that is all that’s being stimulated. In no time at all I find that familiar feeling welling up inside of me. “Wiggle your fingers if I can come in your mouth.”

  She wiggles them, and I go for it. I find it’s messy though. She isn’t able to swallow well from this position, and the lumpy fluid is draining out of her mouth, making ropey white trails down each side of her ruby red lips.

  But God dam it, she looks sexy as shit like this.

  Her comfort is important though so I hurry to get a cloth to wipe her up then clean myself off. “That was hot!” I rub my cock clean. “What did you think about it?”

  “Um, well, it was okay. Not a lot happened for me, but you were taken care of, and that’s a sub’s job. It wasn’t unpleasant.” She opens and closes her mouth a few times. “You’re really big.”

  Now I feel kind of crappy about it. Standing there, I watch her work her jaw to relax it and think I should do something about that. I let her out of the rack and take her hand, leading her to the bed. “Lie back on the bed, I should reciprocate.”

  With a smile, she does as I’ve said to. Pushing the corset to one side, I get on my knees and lick her pussy. Over and over I lick her then run my tongue through her warm folds until she’s shivering with an orgasm.

  As she comes, my cock goes erect again as I think about how great her pulsing cunt will feel all around it. Jerking my elastic waisted pants down, push her further up on the bed. Climbing on top of her, I sink my cock into her and leave it perfectly still as her orgasm works magic on me.

  “Yes,” I moan then look at Isabel. “I’m going to fuck you, and I want you to start learning how to come on demand and how to hold it back until I allow you to release. Okay? Are you up for that?”

  Her hands move over my shoulders as she grips my biceps. “I think so.”

  Flying by the seat of my pants, I quickly come up with an idea I think just might work, “I want you to pick something out behind me to look at. Focus on it until I tell you that I want you to come. Then I want you to lock eyes with me and see if that doesn’t induce an orgasm. Ready?”

  “I’m ready.” Her dark brown eyes move off mine as she looks over my shoulder while I focus on her face and thrust into her. Deep, steady thrusts that take me deep inside of her hot wet walls. Over and over, I make the same move. Then I slow down before I change things up and go hard into her with sharp thrusts.

  She’s handling it all well as the wave begins to crest inside me. “Look at me, sub.” Isabel cuts her dark eyes to mine, and we stare into each other as I fuck her. My cock jerks. “Cum!” I slam into her at a furious pace, and her body does as I’ve commanded it to.

  We come together, making me elated. Our first encounter is a highly successful one. She and I will be able to work well together.

  Excited about our new endeavor, I climb off her as she catches her breath. Then I grab another cloth and clean her up then clean myself. “What do you say to some more impact play, Isabel?”

  She leans up on her elbows as she huffs and puffs. “I say, how about a bottle of water first?” A grin and one arched eyebrow make her look incredibly attractive to me.

  I grab us each a bottle of water, and we down it. “Thank you for saying something. I’m going to have to get this little routine figured out and making sure my partners don’t dehydrate is pretty important.”

  Putting the empty bottle down, she asks, “Do you want me to use any of this stuff on you?” She winks at me. “Ever been fucked in the ass with a vibrator?”

  With a chuckle, I wink at her. “No, and hell no.”

  “Well, you’re missing out. Let me tell you.” She looks around the room and points to the shackles that hang from the wall. “Wanna do that?”

  “Hmm, that does sound good.” She gets up, and we head to the far wall. “Raise your arms up, and I’ll cuff them to the wall.”

  Incredibly, she’s smiling the whole time as I click the shackles around her wrists and ankles. I’ve faced her out then wonder what the hell I can do to her in that position.

  Isabel seems stumped too then nods her chin at the table. “That flogger might be cool. Hit my cunt with it.”

  I go over to get it, and on my way back I shake my head as she’s just so amazing. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

  Isabel juts out her chin. “Yeah, I want to get tough. I was knocked around by my stepfather when I was a kid. I always wondered if I could ever toughen up. Thanks to you, I feel like I can.”

  The flogger has many small leather straps that are tied into balls at the end of each one. I hit the top of her thigh with it first, and she frowns
. “Did that hurt?”

  “It’s kind of like a thud. I didn’t expect that.” Then her eyes light up. “Oh, but I bet it’ll feel phenomenal on my cunt, Grant. Try it out!”

  I use it in a figure eight motion the way I’ve seen it used on a training video. The fronds hit her on the outside of the leather that covers her. At first, nothing seems to be happening then she closes her eyes and moans, “Oh, yeah!”

  I keep it up, and she comes, which surprises me. I don’t stop until she’s writhing. Then I put the flogger down and push the leather to one side to see if there’s any type of damage to her flesh. She’s swollen but only with arousal. Cum leaks out of her cunt, and I lap it up with a hunger the likes of which I’ve never known.

  Isabel and I might just set a world record with how much fucking we’re going to be doing. My cock is already filling again, and I have to slam it into her as she hangs on the wall.

  Yanking my pants down again, I grab her by the braid, pulling her head back and kiss her as I plant my cock in her again. It’s amazing, fucking her convulsing cunt as the wall holds her still for me.

  There are so many ways to get off in this room. If I’m finding as much pleasure as I am, our clients will too.

  The Dungeon of Decorum will be successful. There isn’t a doubt in my mind about that.

  In the club, our members can pick a woman who’s there for fun. Women we’ll pay to entertain our members. Or they can try to win one in an auction and keep her for a while. Whatever it is they desire, they’ll get.

  We are all already rich, but we’re about to get even richer and so are a lot of women. All they have to do is let us use their bodies. They’ll get money and pleasure out of it.

  As I come again, I stop kissing Isabel to ask, “Are you enjoying this as much as I am? And please, I need you to be truthful. If you aren’t enjoying this, just tell me. It won’t hurt my feelings. I just need to know if women will like this too.”

  Her cheeks are red, sweat rolls in waves off her face as she struggles to catch her breath. “Fuck yes, Grant! I’ve never felt so alive! Women will flock to do this. You can take that to the bank!”

  One more, hard thrust and a smile, ends our first session. “Now to the care part of this whole thing. I think you’ll like this part too. This is where I massage you all over, and we talk about anything that you didn’t like and how you felt about things.”

  “I get to talk too?” She looks wide eyed at me.

  Taking her out of the shackles, I nod. “Yes, that’s an important part of this thing. Communication is a huge part of it all. And so is the after care of the body of one’s sub. She’s his prize possession. Just like men do with their sports cars after giving them a nice little run, they clean them all up. Then they check every part of it out to make sure everything is okay, and nothing broke during the drive. Get it?”

  She nods as I unbuckle the last shackle on her ankle. Then I pick her up in my arms. She wraps her arms around my neck and lays her head on my chest. “I think I do get it. This is nice, Grant.”

  Taking her to the soft bed to lay her down, I take the corset off her. “How about a sponge bath with nice smelling soapy water.” I run the sponge over her body as she moans with how good it feels. “Just like a horse who runs a race, if you want it to stay in prime condition, you take care of it.”

  I turn her over to clean her backside. “Grant, the only thing I fear about this is that I’ll fall in love with you.”

  And then she’s gone and shown me the one drawback to it all.

  Love!

  To Be Continued

  This Story will be published by Mid-October

  Billionaire Games

  By Michelle Love

  Billionaire Games

  A Billionaire Bad Boys Contemporary Romance Novel

  What began as a game ended up changing lives …

  Three men enter a bar, seeking out pawns for their sex game.

  Three women are chosen, who happen to be sisters and the bar owner’s daughters.

  Ethan, Phoenix, and Griffin think they have it made with the sexy women they’ve chosen to play their little game with.

  Only they have no idea that Kel, Cait, and Jess know what they’re up to and plan on playing games with them.

  Passions flare, seduction is key, and sexual prowess is a must when playing to win.

  Let the games begin …

  Chapter 1

  Even though rain was falling in sheets, the press still stood outside the Boston funeral home where the heiress to Captain Jack’s Seafood Company, thirty-year-old Julia Loveless, was resting peacefully for the first time in her short life.

  One tryst too many had found the beautiful young woman the victim of a hit and run. No one was sure who had done the evil deed, but many speculated that the wife of Judge Sanborn, a man Julia had been seen about town with, might have had a hand in it.

  The private car Griffin Houser had been picked up from the airport in coasted into the area where a canvas tent had been erected to see the mourners stay dry as they made their way into the large funeral home.

  Griffin was a thirty-year-old billionaire from old money. His family’s cattle company in Montana had gone in a new direction that had sent them from merely millionaires and into the billionaires’ category.

  Montana Matrix was a prize-winning bull sperm operation. Griffin was supposed to be a salesman for his family’s fertile business. He seldom sold a thing, preferring to wine and dine women who didn’t have a thing to do with the cattle industry.

  Griffin didn’t have anything to worry about. His wealth was secure even if he never sold a single vial of the liquid that had catapulted his family into a new tax bracket.

  Julia had been one of his clients. Tall, legs for days, with hair that changed color with each passing month, Julia was an heiress he had liked to have fun with on occasion when visiting the East Coast. Her passing was sad news, but he had known the day would come when her promiscuity would catch up to her. Her early demise was inevitable in his eyes.

  Griffin made his way into the packed parlor where Julia’s body rested center stage, spotlight included. A platinum coffin, a spray of red roses covering the bottom portion, held her in cushioned comfort. Her hair was a shade of blonde that matched well with her surroundings. He could see she was wearing a red dress.

  Even in death, still the naughty vixen.

  When a grin flowed over his face, he shook his head to stop thinking such inappropriate thoughts on such a grim occasion. He took a seat next to a tall man with long black hair that was pulled back into a queue. A Native American, Griffin was sure.

  Though the music was quietly playing a sad song meant to pull the tears out of those who had congregated, Griffin tried to ignore the song and extended his right hand to the man he sat next to.

  “Hello. Griffin Houser, Montana Matrix.”

  The man shook his hand. “Phoenix Nelson, Texas oil. How’re you doing today?”

  “Sad, I suppose, is the right thing to say to that,” Griffin said, then chuckled a bit. His action had people shushing him and giving him terrible looks. “Sorry. Inappropriate.”

  When he was met with a grin from the man sitting on the other side of Phoenix, he was not only surprised but glad to see another human in the room who wasn’t so distraught. When he held his hand out, Griffin took it. “Ethan Southern,” came the man’s words, which were heavily laced with a Scottish accent.

  “Griffin …”

  “Yeah, I heard ya,” Ethan interrupted as his attention turned to Phoenix. “How’d you know Julia?”

  Phoenix cleared his throat as he looked down and a grin had found him too. “In the Biblical sense,” came his answer.

  “Aye, me too,” Ethan said, then looked at Griffin.

  Griffin nodded and looked down as a man in the front, wearing black, asked them to pray. A long prayer that had nothing to do with Julia was said by the preacher, then the rest of the funeral proceeded.

  T
he three men fidgeted a bit as the service went on and on. Many people got up and told stories about the woman they had known as quite the she-wolf. The only thing was, none of the stories they told were anything any of those men knew about the woman who lay in the coffin.

  Tales of how generous she was had the three men smiling with their secret thoughts. Griffin could attest to that. Julia had been generous, all right. He didn’t know if she’d been generous with her money, but with her body … oh yes, she had been incredibly generous with that!

  When the last speaker spoke about how Julia had given to charities all the time, the service ended, and it was time to file past the coffin and the lifeless body. Griffin stood in line, followed by Phoenix, then Ethan. One by one, the people looked down at Julia as they waited for their turn to lay eyes on her one last time.

  The three stopped and took their turns at the same time. “Lifelike, huh?” Griffin asked the other two men.

  “Her hair was red when I was with her,” Ethan muttered.

  “It was pink when I saw her,” Phoenix recalled. “And she’d worn purple contacts. She was something else.”

  Griffin ran his hand over her cheek, lightly. “Bye, Julia. Thanks for the education. You will be missed.”

  “That she will,” Ethan agreed.

  Phoenix nodded, then the sound of a man clearing his throat had them shuffling along. A man in a cheap blue suit was near the door where everyone was exiting; he held out a box of tissues to the three. Each took one.

  “I don’t need this for anything more than to remind me of her,” Griffin said.

  “I have a napkin from a bar we’d meet at,” Phoenix said as they walked outside.

  They all looked up at the brilliant blue, cloudless sky. “It stopped rainin’. Can you imagine that?” Ethan said in wonder.

  “She doesn’t want anyone to feel blue. She never did,” Griffin said. “And on that note, how about the three of us go get some lunch? We can talk about her and what she meant to each one of us.”