Teaser Tuesday (The Billionaires Temptations Book 2)

by Wells, Annalise

  “As if. I am spoken for now anyway,” I say smiling.

  Bell begins laughing. She lays on the bed as tears begin to stream from her eyes. She is stunning. Jet black hair and olive-colored skin. And her nipples, wow.

  “What woman would have you?” she murmurs.

  “You wanted me,” I say candidly.

  “I thought you were Joseph,” she laughs.

  “That’s it, rub my nose in it,” I say.

  I feel my cell phone buzzing in my pocket.

  “Who is that?” Bell asks.

  “Bob, I asked him to check on someone. Shit, they are out of town,” I say.

  “Does Drake deal in Kisses?” I ask.

  “No way, they are bad man. One of his guys dropped one and ended up in jail,” she says.

  “Someone slipped me one, and I was pretty fucked up on it,” I explain.

  “Well that is long enough I think, I don’t want Drake thinking you are getting special treatment,” Bell says with a wink.

  I sit on the edge of the bed and hold my breath. I can feel my face as it starts to go red. Bell nods at me.

  “Now he will think you have had a good fuck,” she says smiling.

  We head back into the bar and can see Drake watching the girls in a sixty-nine.

  “Well, look at his face, it looks like she did me proud,” Drake says smiling.

  “You have a good one there,” I say as I slap Bell on the ass.

  “You gotta head off, or you gonna stay?” he asks sipping his drink.

  “I have to get back, I was supposed to see a guy, but he is out of town. I have other stuff going on.”

  “He must have heard you were coming for him?” Drake laughs.

  I smile at him, “I very much doubt that.”

  “This shit’s getting busy.”

  Chapter Twenty-Nine Cally

  “Aha! Yes!”

  Shona drags me off to the wine cellar for stock taking. Not the most glamorous thing to do but as least it is nice and quiet.

  “So where do you want to start, red or white?” I ask.

  “Sit down, the stock has already been checked, just chill and take a load off,” Shona says.

  “Why have you dragged me in here, then?” I ask plainly.

  “You wanted to ask me something, and I know it is going to be important,” she replies. She looks so beautiful today.

  “You know me too well!”

  “That is what best buddies are supposed to do,” Shona comments.

  “I must admit though; you have gone off the radar with Beau, I miss our girly chats,” I say.

  “We grow up, but we will never grow apart. Just tell me when you want something. You know I love you,” Shona says smiling.

  “You will have me crying, shut up,” I reply laughing.

  “What did you want anyway? she asks.

  “Ty, he has asked me to move in with him?” I explain.

  “No way, what did you say?” Shona asks.

  “I wanted to speak to you before I said anything.”

  “Do you think he is trustworthy?” she comments.

  I start laughing hysterically.

  “You have no idea how much trust he has put into me,” I say in truth.

  “Tell me,” Shona asks.

  “Come on; you think I am going to divulge,” I say winking.

  “I was hoping for gossip,” Shona says.

  “Let me just say; he has trusted me with some very serious stuff,” I reply.

  “A bit like Joseph then?” she says.

  “The less said about him, the better, it is safer Conor said,” I explain.

  “He is probably right, at least we won’t be able to answer anyone’s questions,” Shona says.

  “I can tell you one thing though. We went to see that little shit Peter Grimes,” I say.

  “What did he say?” Shona asks in curiosity.

  “Well that Simon James is nothing to do with anything, and I am not sure if he is looking for Joseph,” I explain.

  “So, all that may just blow over to be forgotten.”

  “He may have his attention diverted very soon anyway!”

  “Why is that?” she asks.

  “Peter Grimes has to transfer some large amounts of cash for this Simon James. We told him to divert it to his account and run for his life,” I explain.

  “Geez, the shit will hit the fan when he finds out,” Shona says.

  “Anyway, what do you think about me moving in with Ty?” I ask, changing the subject.

  “Well, if you are happy with him and he is trusting, go for it,” she says.

  “I was thinking that. I just wanted confirmation,” I reply.

  “Anything else to report?” Shona asks.

  “Not me, how about you?”

  “Nothing much, Beau is working on something big, but he won’t tell me. He did say everyone will take notice soon,” she says, rolling her eyes.

  “How big can a billionaire get?”

  “I get the feeling this thing is not about the money,” Shona says.

  “Everything is deeply underhanded; it is like a conspiracy is going on,” I say.

  “You can say that again,” Shona says whispering, looking over her shoulder to poke fun.

  “Everything is deeply un…”

  “Very funny, don’t get too clever!”

  “Hey, I forgot to tell you. I saw Mr. Yang earlier today,” I say.

  “What did he want?” Shona asks, intrigued.

  “He was offering his assistance to Ty,” I say.

  “I wonder if he knows about this club, you should ask him, he was a great customer,” Shona says in truth.

  “I think we have been in here long enough, it stinks a bit,” I say. I hate wine.

  We leave the wine cellar and head back to the office. We walk in, and Beau is talking to Ty.

  “We only need one more, and we have a full house,” Shona says laughing.

  “What you been talking about?” I ask Ty.

  “Not much, just this and that,” he says.

  “Shona, do you mind if I head off home. I have had such a full day?”

  “No, carry on. We will cover it for the rest of the evening,” she replies.

  “You coming, or are you staying, Teaser Tuesday?” I ask Ty, laughing.

  “I’m coming boss,” he replies.

  We head out to the parking lot, and I realize I am still wearing Bob’s jeans.

  “Shit, I need to go back to the apartment and grab some stuff,” I say.

  “No problem, we will just grab a few things and go home,” he says.

  We reach the apartment, and I walk into the bedroom. Ty follows me and closes the door.

  “What you doing?” I ask.

  “How about staying here tonight?” he says.

  “We can do, it will save us some time,” I say.

  “Are you hungry? he asks.

  “I am a bit hungry, and I want Chinese.”

  “I will go and get some unless you know a takeaway?” Ty asks.

  “I know the best take away, start the day with Mr. Yang and end the day with Mr. Yang,” I say in a laugh to tease him.

  “We will see how good he is,” Ty says rolling his eyes.

  “You have never had Chinese unless you have tasted his, it is divine,” I say teasing more.

  I call the restaurant and order the food.

  The doorbell rings after around thirty minutes. We sit on cushions around the coffee table. Cartons of food are spread everywhere. Mr. Yang always sends me extra; he always said I should have more meat on my bones.

  “You know, this is the first meal we have had,” Ty says.

  “Only because you haven’t taken me to dinner,” I reply with a wide grin.

  “Soon, very soon,” he says.

  I clear the dishes and we sprawl on the couch. We look like an old couple who has been together for twenty years or more.

  “Did you see Harvey?” I ask.

  “No,
he is conveniently out of town,” he says.

  “Where did you go then?”

  “Up into the mountains, I had to go to that gang,” he says.

  “How was it?”

  “I had a lucky escape, Drake the leader grabbed a girl for me,” he says.

  Shit, he was with another girl!

  “And what happened?” I try not to sound jealous.

  “She was naked, and he told her to take me to the back and fuck me,” he says.

  “Ty, I hope you have a good way of diverting this story, it is not what I want to hear,” I reply feeling upset.

  “Relax, I know her. She is undercover for me,” he explains.

  “So, nothing happened?”

  “No, I have known Bell for years, we are like brother and sister,” he replies.

  “You are mine, all mine,” I reply grabbing him and kissing his cheek.

  I lay next to Ty and rest my head on his shoulder. I see the bulge in his pants and can’t divert my gaze.

  “You know, you have a huge bulge in your pants?” I say.

  “I am either blessed, or it is the effect you have on me,” he replies.

  It will be much larger in a minute or two…

  I lower my hand rub it against Ty’s crotch. I can feel the heat of his cock through his pants.

  “It gets really warm,” I say.

  “You should let it out to cool down then?” he says laughing.

  I pull on his belt buckle and slowly tug at his zipper. Ty lifts his buttocks, and I slide his jeans over his ass.

  “Mmm, I see you are getting hard already. It must be that biker chick?” I say giggling.

  I slowly caress his shaft, I see it getting hard with every teasing stroke that I make. Ty pulls at my sweatshirt and lifts it from my head.

  I feel his fingers rubbing against my skin as he fumbles with the clasp. Ty gently kneads and strokes my aching breasts. My budding nipples are hardening under his tender touch.

  I wrap my fingers around his shaft and reveal the head of his aroused manhood. I dribble saliva onto the head and wrap my lips tightly around him. I swirl my tongue as I lower my head and drive his hard cock into the back of my throat. God, it’s good.

  I suck deep on him as my rhythmic bobbing stirs the fires within his loins.

  “Jesus, this feels good at the end of a long day,” Ty says, tensing.

  “The best you have had today?” I giggle.

  I tighten my grip on his shaft and stroke him wildly. His hips buck wildly under the firm grip of my hand.

  “Slow down,” Ty says.

  “I want to watch you cum,” I reply.

  I thrust my hand faster and faster. Ty’s cock is throbbing in my grasp.

  “Oh, shit, oh shit,” he squeals.

  “Are you nearly there?” I ask.

  “Oh god yes, I am close, very fucking close,” he says.

  Fucker, I will teach you. Biker chicks, huh?

  I thrust faster and faster.

  “Cally I am cum…” he starts to say.

  I release his shaft and flick the head of his aching cock, “Play time is later, I am still full.”

  “Fuck, really?”

  Shit. He’s going to have to wait… I guess.

  “Aha! Yes.”

  Ty

  “Fuck, she’s perfect!”

  Cally had left me at on the couch with a raging stiff cock. I was just about to cum, and she had stopped masturbating me.

  Geez, how cruel can that woman be?

  I can hear her in the bathroom. The water finishes running, and she pokes her head around the corner.

  “Are you coming to bed or what?” she asks.

  “Of course, I need something to do with this,” I say pointing at my aching member.

  I enter the bedroom. Cally has lit a few small candles and dotted them around the room. The dim light casts shadows which dance around the walls as the motion of the air wafts them around.

  She lays on the bed with her arms outstretched. Her pale milky flesh is looking so inviting. My eyes light up. Cally reveals a paddle and some rope.

  “Did you think I was going to leave your needs unattended?” she asks winking at me.

  “I wasn’t so sure,” I reply with a wide grin.

  Cally also presents me with a small book.

  “Read that page,” she says.

  I scroll to the paragraph, “Mmm, bondage positions very sexy,” I reply with a glint in my eye.

  “Want to try that one?” she asks.

  “The Box Tie and Frog Tie, very sexy,” I say.

  “You can control me all you want then,” she says smiling.

  Cally kneels on the bed as I begin to tie her calves to her thighs. Her legs are completely unable to stretch out, but she can open her legs wide.

  I tie her wrists together behind her back. Cally is now under my control, all she can do is spread her legs wide. No movement. She is under my spell.

  I drop my pants to the floor. My manhood is beginning to rise again. I look at the rope which lifts Cally's heaving breasts.

  “There is one thing missing, do you have any clothes clips?” I ask.

  “Yeah, in the bathroom there are a few.”

  I grab two clothes pins and return to the room. I kneel on the side of the bed next to Cally. I plump her on pillows and run my fingers over her pink tips; I can feel them hardening. I open the clothes pin and gently clamp it onto one of her nipples.

  “Shit, fuck,” she whimpers.

  “Does it hurt?” I ask.

  “It's okay,” she says, her body shaking.

  I clamp the second pin to her other budded nipple.

  “Whoa, fuuuuck,” she squeals.

  I smile at Cally and caress her cheek. I lock my lips onto hers as our tongues swirl one against the other. I run my fingers around her neck and tease between her cleavage. I flick one of the pins as Cally winces in pain.

  Her muffled scream fills my mouth as our lips push against each other. My hand lowers over her flat belly. I can feel the warmth inside her as my fingers approach the entrance of her femininity.

  Cally sighs as I run my hand over the soft rosy folds of her pussy lips. Her body quivers as she shakes her bindings.

  “This is so fucking tantalizing, I want to grab you but I can’t,” she murmurs.

  My hand rubs over her delicate softness, her aching pussy turning into a fiery, wettened furnace. My finger forces its way into her dampness. Her head tilts forward as her hair cascades over her face.

  “Oh, Ty,” she coos.

  I slide my finger into her core and she moans for me. Her juices are beginning to flow. I drive my finger deeper as the warmth envelopes my probing fingers.

  “Slap my pussy,” Cally whispers.

  I pull my finger from the depths of her wet cunt and slap her moist, tender flesh.

  “Oomph,” she squeals as she bites her lip.

  “Again,” she says.

  I slap her pussy again. The mound of her pussy reddening from my striking hand.

  “You need to fuck me, Ty, take me, I am yours,” she murmurs.

  I lay Cally on her side. I lift her leg. The perfectness of her pussy waiting for me to drive my swollen member inside her.

  I take hold of my iron rod and rub the head against her pink flesh. I drive my hips forward and bury myself deep inside her hot wet cunt. Cally’s body trembles with her cries of pleasure.

  Her body moves against me. She is hot, wet and fully submitted with her bindings. She wriggles her hips and bucks and arches her back as I drive myself deep inside the hot depths of her.

  I flick the clothespins on her hardened nipples. She squeals as her body jerks violently.

  “Jesus fucking Christ, this is insane,” she screams.

  My hard shaft delves deeper into her with each rhythmic push. I lower her leg. Her wet cunt tightens its grip on my hard cock.

  “That feels so tight,” I say quietly.

  I grab her hip and thrust deep
inside her. Cally’s body shakes and pulsates as my arousal pushes wantingly into her tight cunt. I thrust with gusto. Cally is bucking under my touch. She pulls at her binds.

  “Ty fuck me harder, I am going to cum,” she screams.

  She wriggles again. Her writhing body is pushing against mine. I pound with increased vigor. The hot flames of lust building inside my body. The damp feeling of perspiration cooling on my back.

  I feel my body readying itself to release me from my sexual burden. My body begins to stiffen ready for its final release. I make my final thrusts, my body shudders and convulses as I reach the slamming thrusts of climax. Cally writhes under me as she finally reaches her moment. Her pulsating orgasm clenches my pounding cock as she begins to shudder and shake.

  Her body reaches the final moment of ecstasy, “I’m cumming, fuck I am cumming,” she screams.

  Cally’s body finally peaks, she rests her head on the bed gasping for breath. The tremors of lust are slowly fading from her body. I rest my hands on her hip as I catch my breath. I slowly untie her binds.

  I lay my spent body on the bed next to her. Our bodies slowly return to a normal breath.

  “Damn, that was good,” she says.

  “I have never tried that before,” I reply spent.

  “There is always a first time,” she coos as she runs her fingers over the hard slab of my belly.

  Cally rests her head against my chest.

  “Yes,” she says.

  “Yes, what?” I ask.

  “I will move in with you,” she says as she slowly falls to sleep.

  “That is fantastic,” I reply happy she wants me, too.

  We slowly drift off into a deep slumber.

  * * *

  I wake to a strange sound, one that I am not usually accustomed to. Traffic from the street. It is normally dead quiet when I open my eyes.

  I roll over and look at Cally as she begins to stir.

  “Hey there,” she says.

  “Hey there yourself.”

  “No time like the present,” Cally says as she jumps from the bed.

  I watch as she starts grabbing clothes and throwing them on the bed.

  “I will just take a few clothes and then move everything later,” she says.

  “I know the club has a van; we can use that for everything else. We can do that later,” I say.

  We fill a backpack with clothes and female toiletries. We head back to my place, soon to be home for the two of us.