Anonymous Encounters (The Billionaires Club Book 5)

by Cassandra Dee

  But Donovan chuckled nastily.

  “Naw baby girl, I’ve only got three fingers in, and we agreed fisting this time, remember? So open wider sweetheart, Daddy’s still got two digits to go.”

  And my entire body shivered with his words, cream running from my hole, literally gushing around his hand. Because this is the new “us.” Donovan wants danger in his life, I get it, and somehow, some way, I am the embodiment of that danger. The difference is that the alpha’s got a partner now, and the danger runs ten times deeper, ten times more hazardous. Because no, Donovan still never uses protection, he’s still creaming into me again and again, giving me multiple doses of that semen. But it’s different this time, because I’m on board and aware.

  And our adventure at the opera is just another example of our joint quest for danger. Because yeah, fingerfucking in public is too tame now, Donovan made me promise to let him fist me, to stuff his entire hand into my pussy in plain sight of other audience members.

  “I don’t get it,” I’d gasped, brown eyes wide as I stared at him. We’d been discussing it on the couch in the Avalon, Donovan having moved me out of my old, worn-down shack within twenty-four hours.

  “Don’t get what?” he drawled lazily, one big finger trailing against my nether lips, making me shiver involuntarily. “You think this pussy can’t stretch?”

  I shook my head disbelievingly.

  “I mean it can Daddy, it can, but your entire hand? All five fingers, plus your palm? And your hand’s big too,” I whispered pointedly, looking down at where his fingers grazed my twat.

  Donovan chuckled deep in his chest, male form hard and tense, immense ridge already evident within his trousers, tenting them like a flagstaff. Oh god, I wanted to suck, but even more, I wanted to feel. But Donovan wanted me a certain way, and I was gonna get it.

  “Trust me baby, you can do it,” he rasped throatily, gazing at my bare pussy hungrily. “And Daddy will help you through the exercise, Daddy will absolutely get you so hot that you thank me afterwards, this little pussy will drip buckets of lust.”

  And now here, at the opera, my lover was true to his words. Because as I parted my thighs wider, he slipped another finger into my pussy, four now in total, prying me open, and making me feel oh-so-full.

  “Oh god Daddy,” I moaned, throwing my head back, reaching forward to stroke the ridge of that fat cock through his pants. “Oh god.”

  Donovan’s eyes were such an intense blue that I could see them even in the dark of the theater. But he pushed my hand away because this time was all about me, and my lover was gonna bring me to a shattering finish, audience and music be damned.

  “Almost there,” he rumbled soothingly, that blazing blue gaze never leaving my secret flesh. “Almost there.”

  And with one more twist of his wrist, a clever jerk and then a deep slide, it happened. Donovan slipped all five fingers in, the stretch incredible, my pussy so fucked. I looked down with shock, almost unable to breathe. It was so obscene, so unbelievably disgusting, and yet so good. Because only Donovan’s wrist protruded from my vaginal hole, creamy thighs spread wide. There was so much pussy juice, so much female nectar that his arm was absolutely drenched, rivulets dripping off onto the floor.

  “Oh fuck yeah,” he groaned, moving his fingers experimentally in me. “Oh fuck yeah.”

  I mewled helplessly then, throwing my head back. Oh god, was this really happening? This was danger personified, shit, I didn’t know how we could get more risky than this. Because if someone noticed, how could he pull his fingers out in time? The alpha was stuck so far in my body that it would take at least twenty minutes just to exit the way he’d come, finger by finger, slowly pulling out of my puss.

  But for now, I just wanted to feel.

  “Yeah Daddy,” I panted. “Ohhh, god, yesss.”

  And with that, the billionaire began to fuck me. Right there, at the opera, my dress pulled open and legs spread obscenely wide, he began running his entire fist in and out of my pussy, only his wrist showing as he rampaged my hot folds. Oh god, I was so fucked inside, slutty cunt gushing heavily, gripping him, stretched to the max.

  “Oh god,” I moaned again. “Oh god god god.”

  And with that, my snatch burst. Literally juices flew out three feet in the air, spattering his tux, getting on my beautiful red dress, staining the ornate furniture. There was so much that it literally bubbled up around his wrist as my folds clenched and spasmed, squeezing his hand like a python, pulsing with ecstasy.

  “Ahhh!” I cried out, throwing my head back, one big boobie popping out from my dress now, my lust impossible to contain. “Ahh!”

  But Donovan was quick. In a flash, the big man reached around my torso and covered the pendulous flesh with his hand.

  “Oh yeah, baby girl,” he ground out, squeezing hard before flicking a nip. “Oh yeah, Daddy’s got you.”

  And that’s the story of my life now. Daddy’s got me, and I’ve got him. We’re together through the good times and bad, riding storms in one boat, oars paddling in sync. Sure, we began in the most illicit of ways, as an anonymous finger fuck after meeting on-line, but it’s become something real now. Because we live together, Donovan moved us both into the condo in the sky, and it’s good. Better than good. We make love all the time yeah, but we also cook, shower, and talk non-stop, blabbing about big and small.

  So no, I didn’t expect this. I was Rachel Smith, virgin librarian, a shy, plump brunette with a sweet smile and a longing to explore and see the world. And he was Donovan Jones, billionaire alpha with a penchant for the dirty, using females like disposable goods. But we’ve both changed. Now that we have each other, the past is the past, it formed us, but it’s not us anymore. Because we’re living our present now, and with bright eyes, I have high hopes for the future.

  Because Donovan has a desire for danger, yes. Was I afraid I couldn’t satisfy him, that I was too boring? Was I afraid I couldn’t meet his expectations? Absolutely. After all, virgin Rachel wasn’t so long ago, only a matter of weeks in fact. But slowly, as we’ve grown closer, our relationship has deepened and matured, and I’ve become more confident, more sure of myself. My body and mind are the ultimate drugs for my man, and yes, I’ve realized I can fulfill the alpha’s desire for danger. I can go to the Billionaires Club and play any game with him, I can take him to the opera and let him fist me in public, pushing that huge hand right up into my sweet, pulsing twat.

  And this is our life. This is our life, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. By no means is it perfect, we’re not Ken and Barbie by a long shot, living a bland, plastic life with a house in the burbs. But Donovan is my man, and the love that soars between us, that binds us tight, is one hundred percent real. So what else can a girl ask for? After all, this was an anonymous encounter that became something much, much more … and it’s mine for keeps.

  THE END

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  NOTE FROM CASSIE

  Hi! Thanks so much for reading Anonymous Encounters. I hoped you enjoyed your visit to the Billionaires Club.

  As a special treat, I’ve included three bonus books for your reading pleasure. As always, please make sure not to use page flip while you’re reading, as we authors won’t get paid for our hard work if you do. Thanks a million!

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  Cassie

  ALSO BY CASSANDRA DEE

  Standalones

  Beg Me: Sold To My Dad’s Boss

  Daddy’s Pretty Baby

  Loving the Babysitter

  Temptation: Loving My Ward

  The Billionaires Club

  Sold at the Auction

  Virgin for Sale

  Serving Him

  Buy Me

  MMF Romance

  Double Exposure

  The Falling Series

  Falling for M
y Dad’s Best Friend

  Falling for My Boyfriend’s Dad

  Falling for My Son’s Best Friend

  The Virgin Series

  The Naughty Virgin

  The Wicked Virgin

  The Dirty Virgin

  The Trashy Virgin

  Delivering the Virgin

  The Double Series

  Double Princes

  Triple Princes

  Double Massive

  Double Huge

  Double Bang

  Double Donkey

  Addicted

  A Sterling Brothers Romance

  (Erotic Romance, MFM Menage, Twincest, M/M, BDSM)

  © 2016

  By Cassandra Dee

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  CHAPTER ONE

  Callie

  “Psst,” whispered my friend Christine. “Check out who just walked in the door!”

  I spun around in my seat. Sure, I should have been paying attention, taking notes and listening carefully, but honestly this class bored me. It was something like “Intro to Anatomy” or “Biological Anatomy,” and as far as I could tell all we did was look at diagrams of animals cut in half, scrutinizing their insides. Gross.

  But a tall drink of water had just sauntered into the classroom. Or more accurately, two tall drinks of water.

  The men who strolled in couldn’t legitimately be called boys, they were at least six three and two hundred pounds each. With blue-black hair and deep green eyes, they were swoon-worthy of the latest Playgirl magazine … if only they’d been nude.

  “Oh my god!” squealed Christine. “Science class just got so much better! Who are they? The board of visitors? Oh please please please, say they’re here to stay.”

  I had to laugh. Christine was so silly but fun in a million ways. We’d had a lot of wild rides together and I could trust her to be my wingwoman, my partner in crime. But right now both of us were one hundred percent focused on the two men who’d just walked in, backpacks casually slung over their shoulders.

  Mr. Grimes paused in his lecture, frowning as he took a slip of paper from the first man.

  “Blake Hanson? Bryan Hanson?” he asked.

  “Yeah, that’s us,” drawled the first one. “We just moved here from New York, mid-semester transfers.”

  I could hear Christine gasp beside me, along with most of the other girls in the room. School had just improved a great deal and life was going to be a lot more interesting from here on out.

  “Take a seat, gentlemen,” directed Mr. Grimes. “Right there, next to the window. We’ll get textbooks and all that sorted after break.”

  And wouldn’t you know it, but the two-person table next to Christine and I was empty. When Mr. Grimes turned back to the blackboard, I could feel Christine furiously scribbling something in her notebook, only to tear it out and pass it my way.

  I looked down, figuring it’d be something like a sappy picture of hearts and arrows or something, but she’d gone further this time. Already, there was a folded note with the name Blake written on top.

  “Chrissy!” I whispered aghast. “We don’t even know which one Blake is! How am I supposed to get this note to them?”

  “Who cares?” she whispered back. “They’re twins, it doesn’t matter, they’ll figure it out.”

  “But what does it say?” I asked again. “I mean, these guys just got here, what could you possibly have to say to two new transfers who just showed up at Canterdale High?”

  Christine rolled her eyes. “I swear Callie, you’re so unimaginative sometimes. Who cares what the note says? We just want to strike first before any of the other girls here get to them,” she said, jerking her head backwards to indicate the rest of the class.

  I almost started laughing out loud. Sure, there were a lot of pretty girls at Canterdale but Chrissy had to take the cake for most aggressive. Just last week, she’d concocted some scheme to hold a wet Speedo contest in the gym – to the horror of the PTSA.

  So with a sigh, I did as she asked. With a slip of my hand, I tossed the note onto the twins’ desk, to be met by a smooth look from the one closest to me. God, he was handsome. Up close, his eyes were a deep blue and unexpectedly a dimple flashed as he smiled at me, his hand swooping out to cover the note in a swift flash.

  Slowly, the man opened it, glancing at the contents, only to casually tuck it into his back pocket before turning to grin at us.

  “Oh god Chrissy,” I whispered. “What did you put in that note?”

  “You’ll see,” she said airily. “Nothing bad, don’t worry … just something to kick things off, that’s all.”

  Internally, I groaned. I was boy crazy too but I had a feeling my friend had gone overboard this time. What could she have possibly written? Hopefully something not too embarrassing. I groaned internally again. Fortunately at that moment Mr. Grimes spoke up.

  “Alright, everyone to your stations. Blake, Bryan, why don’t you join Chrissy and Callie at station eight. You’ll have to share a cat, I didn’t order enough for another team, but it’s fine. We’ll get you your own animal to dissect by tomorrow.”

  “Eee!” squealed Chrissy. “They’re our lab partners, perfect!”

  But as much as I was looking forward to getting to know these two men, I was already feeling queasy from the task at hand. The smell of formaldehyde was rising in the classroom as people pulled out dead cats from the fridge, the sad, stiff bodies wrapped in plastic tarp. It only became worse when people started unwrapping the saran, the fumes almost overpowering.

  We made our way to the station which was equipped with a sink and a range of sharp-looking tools. Blake and Bryan strode our way as Chrissy got the cat ready, softly stroking its matted fur, the dead googly eyes glazed and lifeless.

  “Thanks for the note,” said one of the men. “I’m Blake, this is my brother Bryan,” he noted with a lopsided grin.

  That smile got to me. From someone who looked like an Adonis, I wasn’t expecting anything but a dazzling flash, the kind that movie stars routinely show with capped, too-white teeth. But his smile was genuine, reaching his eyes, the kind that could make you melt.

  And disappear into a puddle Chrissy did.

  “Oh hi,” she said breathily. “I’m Chrissy, this is my friend Callie. Where are you guys from? We’re so excited to have you join Canterdale. Just ask if you have any questions,” she burbled. “Callie and I have been here forever.”

  “Thanks,” growled the other twin. “Yeah, we have a ton of questions, it was kind of an unexpected move as senior transfers and all that … but is your friend okay? Callie? Callie?” he said urgently, his voice fading in volume.

  Because despite my best efforts, I was losing it.

  “Um, I’m fine,” I said weakly, gripping the lab countertop. “Welcome to Canterdale.” But I wasn’t okay at all. With a loose sigh, I began to topple, the world moving in slow motion as dizziness overcame me, images blurring at the edges.

  I was just lucid enough to feel a pair of strong arms catch me before dropping into a daze, the haven warm and reassuring.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Callie

  I woke in the nurse’s office, my body stiff, my head spinning.

  “There, there,” clucked Nurse Jane. “You’re going to be fine, it was just anatomy class.”

  Just anatomy class? I groaned internally. More like we’d been in a confined space with a bunch of dead animals, their innards pumped full with poisonous antifreeze.

  “I can’t go back,” I said weakly from my prone position, not even trying to get up. “I just … can’t,” I finished weakly.

  “Shhh,” said the nurse. “Nobody’s making you go back, you had a scare. I’ll let Mr. Grimes know that you’re under the weather and won’t be back today. In the meantime, you can thank these two young men for carrying you over,” she said with a b
eaming smile, nodding to the corner.

  And I turned slightly to look over my shoulder. There, like twin sentries, sat the Blake and Bryan, gazing at me with quizzical frowns.

  “You okay?” drawled one. “You had us worried there for a sec.”

  “Yeah,” added the other. “Your friend started screaming and it was pandemonium in room, everyone scrambling trying to get you help.”

  I shook my head tiredly. Oh god, no. Just what I didn’t want – a ruckus. You see, I’m somewhat allergic to scandal and crises. My family is so messed up that I try to stay under the radar as much as possible, drawing as little attention to myself.

  But I didn’t want to seem like a weakling, some incompetent girl unable to take care of herself. So I struggled to sit, to get up a bit and look alive.

  But it was fruitless. I was just too weak, too dazed from the chemical smells and ghastly presence of dead cats.

  “Try to rest,” clucked Nurse Jane. “Don’t get up, these nice young men will keep you company. In the meantime,” she said. “I’m going to update your records, I need to log this in our system,” she said kindly before stepping out.

  “Um, thanks for your help,” I said shyly, looking at the twins. God, I hope I didn’t look terrible. I patted my hair self-consciously and was relieved to feel the brown curls more or less in place. I flushed when I realized that the boys were observing me closely, the edges of their mouths lifting slightly.

  “No worries,” said Blake … or was it Bryan? “We wanted to make sure you were okay, it was lucky that we were there otherwise you might have fallen and hit your head. Is Canterdale always so accommodating?” he asked casually.

  “What do you mean?” I said confused.