The Billionaire and The Pop Star

by Silver, Jordan

  I was only in there two minutes when I felt her come in and stand in front of me. I kept my head back and eyes closed as I ran the cloth over my chest. “Trace, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I won’t do it again. I promise.” She was crying as her hands came up to touch me tentatively.

  I finished my shower without saying a word to her and walked away. I stripped the bed after drying myself off and putting on a pair of boxers. She was coming out of the shower by the time I was finished remaking the bed

  She looked at me as I passed her and left the room. In the kitchen, I ignored the dinner she’d made and made myself a sandwich before shutting myself away in my private office.

  It was hours before I felt human again. I’d called the detail I’d had following her unbeknownst to her and got the same story from them. That eased my anger some but there was still the issue of why she didn’t tell me that her ex was going to be on this trip.

  From what they’d said, he’d been hounding her the whole time she was there but she’d seemed disinterested. Like I said, I never thought she’d cheated on me with him; I still didn’t want her having anything at all to do with him.

  Along with that, the reports on her manager weren’t looking too good. It was just as I’d suspected, he was using the young girl for his own gains. She had been robbed of a good three million dollars in the two years she’d been signed. Money from different venues that I’m sure she wasn’t even aware of.

  She wasn’t hurting for money, not by a long shot, but still it wasn’t for him or anyone else to rip her off. Before I confronted him though, I was still waiting for the results of the in depth investigation of everyone that had anything to do with her career.

  She was curled into a ball on my side of the bed when I finally upstairs hours later. I stood over her for the longest time until I felt my heart settle. I wouldn’t have chosen a moment of anger in which to tell her that I loved her, but she’d chosen the time and place.

  Now it was out there, I’d shown her my heart, as well as giving it to her. We could never go back now, from here on out we were one and for me that meant a whole lot of shit. She’d only gotten a taste of the man tonight, if she fucked up in the future it could be worst.

  Turning away, I walked to my side and climbed in with my back to her. She must’ve gravitated to me in her sleep, because I woke before the sun the next day to find her curled into my back.

  Lifting my arm, I turned and pulled her into my arms. She was barely awake when I turned her to her back and slipped into her wet heat. She clutched at me in her sleep before she came fully awake. “Trace…” Her voice was that of a little girl lost.

  “Shh, it’s okay I’m here.” I pushed her hair back so I could look into her eyes as I stroked my cock in and out of her. “Wrap your legs around me princess.” She lifted her legs around my waist pulling me in deeper. I never took my eyes off of hers; I wanted to see what was there, what words could never say because there weren’t enough. When I came I captured her lips with mine and accepted her moans into my lungs as she gave me her sweet nectar. “I love you.” She tightened around me and cried out at my admission.

  Chapter 8

  Things settled down somewhat after that and we lived a life of peaceful bliss for the next month and a half. I took her away on my jet for long weekends. We played, we laughed we enjoyed each other and the more time went by, the more in love with her I became.

  I no longer questioned the strangeness of our meeting, or why it had been so easy for me to make the decisions I had after so many years of living and thinking one way. She was my beautiful girl, the owner of my heart. her career was doing extremely well, her records were going platinum all over the place and she was in high demand.

  She had another local show coming up this weekend. This time I was ready when she approached my hesitantly to let me know that her ex was going to be performing at the show.

  I had had time to prepare myself since I’d already gotten a line-up of what was in store for that night. I’ve been following her career since the day we met and now I have all the information I needed to send her manager and a couple lawyers to jail.

  I haven’t told her what I’d found as yet. Didn’t want to upset her this close to her performance and I’d only just got the last of the result. It had taken this long because the lawyers had been very slick with their thievery. Too bad for them I know how to follow the money trail, all I need is the scent. I planned to tell her this weekend after the show though and I already had my lawyers on standby to take care of shit.

  SHIANE

  Trace has been so unbelievably amazing in the last month or so. It’s like everyday he goes out of his way to relieve my fears. Maybe it’s because we were able to keep our romance out of the public eye, but I was having more fun being in love with him than I’d ever thought possible.

  I decided to take a page out of his book and try to really get to know him. I’d watch him when he wasn’t looking, and paid attention to the little things, like how he shielded my body with his whenever we were going somewhere.

  How he always seemed to have to touch me whenever we were together no matter where we were; or the way he’d run his hand through my hair absentmindedly while we sat together watching a movie. I especially loved the way he made love to me.

  Ever since that night when he’d punished me, which now when I think back on it was hot as hell; he’s been this super boyfriend though it seems kinda weird thinking of him in that way, he ‘s so much more than a boy.

  I’d told my family about him and dad and him had had a few private conversations over the last few weeks that I wasn’t privy to, but my family seemed to love and accept him even with the age difference.

  Now I have a show coming up tonight and I’m more nervous than usual. Not because of the show itself, no, Trace had taken care of that as ell. He’d found this lady that specialized in curing people like me. She just put me through this series of exercises that helped to calm me down before each appearance. It was an ongoing process but so far it seemed to be working. I no longer had that sick fear of bombing on stage.

  No tonight’s fear stemmed from the fact that Donnie was there and I knew form our last one sided conversation that he was going to try to get back with me again.

  Because trace and I had been able to keep our relationship hidden, he along most of the known world were under the impression that I was still pining for him. Then there were the rumors of us sneaking around together. One tabloid had gone so far as to print that very suggestion. I thought trace would lose his mind.

  He’d gone on a tear even going so far as to call up someone to handle the retraction and fire the person responsible. I guess it wasn’t just the speculation that had sent him over the edge, but the fact that there was a photo shopped picture from the year before of me and Donnie, only this one was made to look like it was more recent and well, let’s just say it didn’t sit well with Trace to see his woman as he put it, lip locked with some other dick.

  Apparently whatever he’d done had worked because the following week there had been a retraction and an apology. Will wonders never cease? Of course now we were down to crunch time. He’d said that he was fine with the whole show deal but as the time drew nearer I could see that tic in his jaw working overtime. All I could do was hope for the best.”Shiane baby come in here.”

  TRACE

  Her show was in a couple hours and she’d have to leave soon for prep. I’d made peace with the fact that she was going to be sharing the stage with the asshole ex for part of tonight’s show. Although I’d told her that I was fine, the truth is that I’m not the kind of man who could ever be okay with such a thing, but the contracts had been signed long before I came on the scene and it was her career. I was going to make sure that this was the last time though. After this series of engagements were over, there will never be another occasion when she would be allowed even in the same room as the prick.

  She came into room already dressed to lea
ve. I didn’t say anything to her as I pulled her into my arms and fed her my tongue. My hand went down to her pussy and she opened her legs to give me easier access. I rubbed her through her clothes as her breathing sped up and she smashed her tits into my naked chest.

  Wordlessly I started to strip her clothes away as my cock grew and pre-cum started leaking from my tip. I had her spread out on the bed with my head between her thighs as I ate her pussy, making sure to sink my tongue as deep as I could as I fingered her ass.

  Over the past weeks I’ve been preparing her ass for my cock. She moaned and pushed her pussy harder against my mouth. her juices ran down to the crack of her ass lubricating her nicely.

  Standing from between her legs where her pink pussy was on full display with her juices glistening and calling to me, I helped her onto her hands and knees in the middle of the bed.

  I teased her pussy slit with my cock head until pushed her ass up higher and begged me to fuck her. “Please Trace.” I slapped her ass once hard and she looked over her shoulder at me. her eyes were already glazed over and I knew she was already far-gone.

  “Please what?”

  “Fuck me, fuck my pussy hard.” Yes, that’s something else I’d taught her, to be less inhibited in bed. At first her shyness ruled her, but I soon had her saying and doing anything she loved. I’d explained to her that since I was the only sexual partner she’d ever have for the rest of her life, who better to know what pleased her? And how will I know if she didn’t tell me?

  That had opened up a whole new world to her, and I’d learned a lot about my princess. She had a bit of the submissive in her, she liked for her man to take charge, not just in the bedroom either. It was perfect since I’m a controlling bastard and make no bones about it.

  I teased her pussy some more before sinking my cock all the way home. She arched her back and came like she always does as soon as I enter her. She says it’s because I hit her cervix each time and it triggers her.

  I fucked into her nice and slow, using my hand in her hair and the other on her hip to control her movements. Looking down between us I enjoyed the sight of my cock covered in her pussy cream as it went in and out of her. “Your pussy’s still so tight baby, fuck.” She lowered her head to the mattress which sent her ass even higher into the air and had my cock going in deeper and at a different angle.

  Getting to my feet, I released her hair so I could hold both her hips and pull her back hard on my cock as her pussy opened and closed around my cock. I could see where my cock was bulging out around the lips of her pussy, the way they pulled out when I came out and folded in when I fucked back in.

  I knew she still couldn’t too much of a pounding in this position so it was slow going until she juiced all over my cock. I didn’t want to cum in her pussy just yet though I had other plans for tonight.

  Pulling out after she’d come down, I licked her pussy deep while using my fingers to rub our mixed juices into her tight asshole.

  She flinched and moaned as she pushed back against my fingers trying to get me to go deeper. I probably should’ve used a little sex toy on her ass to prepare her for my twelve inch cock, but I didn’t want even a fake dick anywhere near her.

  Reaching off to the side I got the lube and oiled up my cock. She looked over her shoulder to see what I was doing and her eyes widened. “Trace?”

  “Shh, it’s okay.” I ran my hands up and down her back around to her tits where I pulled and pinched them the way she likes. I kept letting my cock tap into her pussy lips and her clit, which kept her preoccupied.

  When I was sure she was ready, I leaned over her back, then I had a thought. “Did he fuck you in the ass?” I had wrapped my hand around her throat unknowingly, it was only when she shook her head no that I realized what I’d done. I didn’t think she’d ever anal before but I wanted to be sure, it was the reason I’d chosen tonight after all.

  Satisfied with her answer, I guided my cock as gently as I could to her ass. She was tight as was to be expected so I had to take me time and work my cock into her ass in one-inch increments.

  She tensed and her body tried to expel me but I soothed her with soft kisses around her ear and down her neck, whispering how beautiful she was and how much I loved her.

  Her ass relaxed enough for me to get a few inches in her and then I started the fucking motion in and out of her. I’m not really big on anal sex, but it was enjoyable on some occasions.

  The more she relaxed, the more dick I fed her until I was balls deep in her ass. She was really getting into it now pushing her ass back hard against me until I was lying flat on her back pressing her into the bed. Her ass was the tightest fucking thing I’d ever felt around my cock, and that was saying something because my baby has a tight cunt.

  “When you’re on stage with him, I want you to remember who you belong to.” I slammed into her ass and her mouth opened in a soundless scream. I fucked her to two orgasms but I myself didn’t want to cum in her ass. Instead I pulled out and with a stern ‘stay as you are’, went into the bathroom to clean off my rock hard cock.

  Coming back to the bed, I rolled her over onto her back and climbed between her legs pushing them farther apart with my hips. I looked down at what I was doing as I led my cock into her pussy again. I didn’t hurry; I knew I was fucking with her because she should’ve been gone half an hour ago. I didn’t care; this was my way of showing her who was in charge.

  “Trace, we have to hurry I have to…”

  I caught her neck in my hand and surged into her hard. “Don’t rush me, we’re through when I say we are.” I kissed her then, sending my tongue deep into her as I fucked her nice and slow making her forget that she was way late. She fucked back at me her hips going wild as I kept teasing her with small strokes instead of the pounding she needed.

  “If he touches you, I’ll kill him.” She looked into my eyes before hers rolled back in her head and she came. It was soon too much for me and though I didn’t pound away at her like I always want to, I fucked her to another climax as my balls unloaded in her womb. I bit into her neck just as the last of my sperm was spilling into her. I smirked down at my handy work. Let the little fuck think about that.

  Chapter 9

  She sat practically in my lap in the car on the way to the venue. Her manager was not pleased to say the least and started in screaming until I told him to get fucked. “Who are you? Hey aren’t you…” I didn’t bother to answer the fucker as he stared from me to her and back.

  She headed off to do her thing and I walked away from him, I wasn’t ready to deal with him right now. I stood around backstage until it was almost time for the show to begin then went out and took my seat in the front row. I’d debated on whether or not this was a good idea, watching her perform with him, but in the end she’d pleaded with me to come. I guess it was best if I were here in the flesh to see what the hell the performance was like than reading about it second hand in some rag.

  The buzz was that they were dynamite on the stage, that they had great chemistry and all that other bullshit. I settled in for a long night. I felt a huge sense of pride when she came out the first time and the crowd went wild. This was a much larger crowd than the one from the night we met and the whole place was on their feet.

  You would never know that less than two hours ago I had her bent over. She didn’t look at all nervous and in fact seemed to be glowing. It was halfway through, when I’d finally felt the tension leave me and had relaxed and start to enjoy the show that he joined her on stage.

  The song was one of those dual tone numbers, slow in parts and fast in others. I felt my fist fold the first time he had to get real close to her as they faced each other across the microphones.

  Then ensued a sort of cat and mouse dance. He kept trying to put his arms around her waist or on her hip. I wasn’t sure if that was part of the actual dance routine or just him being an ass, but the first time she threw a panicked look my way I knew it was a bit of both.

  The crowd
seemed to read something else into it, as it appeared that she was playing hard to get, evading his roving hands and prancing away as she continued singing, only to be followed by him time and again.

  Each time our eyes met I kept my face neutral, I didn’t want to spoil her performance and like I said if this was part of her job then so be it. But what I didn’t like was the way he tried to manhandle her on the stage when it had nothing to do with their routine.

  Don’t ask me how I knew those times so well. I was reading her body language sure, but each time it happened she’d send me a look and it would tip me off. I wasn’t mad at her though, not really, but him I’d like to stomp into the fucking mud.

  I left my seat and headed backstage just before the last number ended. I cold hear the roar of the crowd as she bid them goodnight for the second time after giving them the encore they’d asked for.

  I was in the shadows sort of, behind this huge potted plant, when she came back followed by the rest of the band, and the asshole. “ Hey I’m talking to you.” He reached out to grab her arm and she pulled it out of his reach.

  “The show is over Donnie we have nothing more to say to each other for the rest of the night.”

  “That’s what you think. Where did you get this?” he tried touching the mark I’d left on her neck. She slapped her hand over it and backed up.

  “That’s none of your business.”

  “It is my business when my woman is sporting a hickey from some other dude.”

  “Your woman, are you insane? We’ve been over for months now would you please get out of my way?” She tried going around him and by this point I’d seen all I needed to. I started forward but before I could reach them he’d reached out and grabbed her and was trying to kiss her. The amazing this was that there were others heading backstage and no one seemed to witness the almost assault that was taking place right in front of them. That could be because their voices had been kept low throughout this whole exchange.