Billionaire Romance: Royal Island Yacht Club

by Jennifer King

  “What’s the matter” Ben compassionately asked.

  “I don’t know if I can do this,” replied Julianne through trembling gasps.

  “Do what?”

  “This.”

  Julianne raised her right arm and pointed without looking. Her finger waved erratically. Ben grabbed her arm and slowly lowered it back to her sides.

  “Darling, we don’t have to do this,” whispered Ben. “Would you like to go somewhere more intimate for a moment?”

  “Yeah, I need to catch my breath.”

  “Okay, just hold on for one moment.”

  Ben held to her hand. He led her through the orgy while Julianne kept her eyes closed. I’ve trusted this guy long enough, thought Julianne. I’ll just walk and hope I don’t step on any dicks. Ben took Julianne into the connecting corridor. He stopped at the first cabin he could find. He turned to his right and tapped on the door three times. Silence followed. Ben slid the door open and guided Julianne inside. He locked the entrance and turned.

  “You can open your eyes now,” Ben whispered seductively into Julianne’s ear.

  Her knees quaked. Her eyes flashed open like the changing hues of a traffic light. Naturally, the cabin appeared to Julianne like a compact honeymoon suite. This was no ordinary boat cabin: This was a nautical master bedroom. The surrounding walls were coated in a light golden tint: a constant reminder of the astonishing wealth on display within the Royale Island Yacht Club.

  Julianne loosened her heels and finally set her feet free. Accordingly, she heavily sighed. Ben followed Julianne around the cabin as she took everything in.

  “So what do you think?” Ben raised his eyebrows. “How do you like all this?”

  “How do I like it?” Julianne responded to Ben’s inquiry, as though she’d been asked if the color of the sky was blue. “Ben, I’m…I’m stunned.”

  “Oh?” He approached with a swagger. “Go on.”

  “I can barely make my rent as it is. I’m working a shitty office job I couldn’t care less about. To be honest with you, Ben, I don’t even know what I do anymore. That’s right: I have no clue what my responsibilities actually entail. I don’t even know why I keep going into work every day. I could just as easily stay home, watch TV all day, get paid, and the company would function just as fine without me. But this…I don’t even want to think about where all this money is coming from. I only just finished off paying my student loans – with help from extended family, I might add – and I’ve never even been a yacht before. I’ve never even stepped foot on a normal yacht for normal people.” Suddenly, Julianne listened to herself. “Normal people!? But I am a normal person! This is what I mean, Ben. This goes beyond anything I thought would ever happen to me.”

  “It sounds like you could use another drink.”

  Of course the cabin included a private bar. There was enough alcohol stocked to cater a modest wedding with an open bar for approximately a hundred guests.

  “Gin and tonic, right?”

  “Tanqueray, please.”

  “What do you want out of life, Julianne?” Ben asked as he fixed her drink.

  “Oh, I don’t know.” Julianne sighed.

  “Really?” Ben continued. “It seems like you know exactly what you want out of life.”

  Julianne folded her arms, pulled a shape, and scoffed.

  “Go right ahead, Mr. Soothsayer.”

  “You’ve just vented to somebody you’ve never met before about how much you hate your – if you don’t mind me saying so – dull and humdrum life.”

  “I’d be offended if you weren’t completely correct about my life.”

  Ben turned and approached Julianne with her gin and tonic. Ben’s drink of choice was an eighteen-year-old bottle of Laphroaig. He handed Julianne her cocktail and clinked her glass in a tacit toast.

  “I didn’t mean any offense,” said Ben. “I used to be like you once. Grinding and grinding and grinding away.”

  “Then how did you get into this kind of…way of living?” She gestured grandly with her drink.

  “One word.” Ben nodded followed by a silent beat.

  “And would you like to tell me what that word is?”

  “Connections.”

  “So who are you connected to, Mr. Erickson?”

  “That isn’t important.”

  With each comment, the two inched closer and closer together. The tension between them was electric.

  “Would you like to become connected?” He winked.

  Julianne dropped her voice down to a sultry octave.

  “Depends on what you mean by connected…”

  Once again, Ben rested his hands on Julianne’s hips and kissed her tenderly. She returned the favor. They kissed harder and harder, their tongues tangled up in knots, as Ben pushed Julianne up against the wall. His hands rose up and crawled their way into Julianne’s cleavage. He had the magic touch. He tapped her nipples softly with his fingertips. They throbbed instantly, piercing through the dress like nails pounding through a tinderbox.

  Ben ordered Julianne to take her panties off. Her eyes flared. She acted accordingly, before Ben got himself down on his knees and extended his tongue outward. Julianne straightened her back against the wall and wrapped her thigh around the back of his neck. Ben massaged her pussy and gradually peeled her lower lips apart. Julianne gasped. Her eyes nearly popped out of her sockets. She cried out loudly, as the tongue slid and around her vagina like two lovers skating quietly through a placid ice rink. He took the skin between his lips and sucked on the clit. Meanwhile, Ben’s hands were busy massaging Julianne’s thighs. He playfully inserted a couple of scratches in between the back of Julianne’s thigh and knee. The tease was ecstatic. Julianne grunted and breathed heavily, as Ben curved his tongue and lips around her increasingly moist snatch.

  Now this is a man, Julianne thought. This is what I’ve been waiting for. It seemed as though Julianne was in the middle of a potential courtship with a sugar daddy. Before today, Julianne never realized she possessed a fetish for finely-aged older men. She couldn’t believe what she had been missing out on. Even the lavish lifestyle was of secondary importance to discovering a man who actually knew how to go down on a woman. Even if this was the last time Julianne would ever see Ben, she knew she could never go back to men her age. The Brian’s of this world were insufficient lovers for a woman like Julianne Wallace. She wasn’t the type to settle for an adequate existence. She was on the cusp of discovering something even better than she could have imagined. She felt her orgasm developing. It had been quite some time since a man was able to make her come like this. But all it took was one more deep lick of Julianne’s vagina for the wave to finally crash.

  Ben wiped his mouth as he rose up. Julianne pulled Ben in by the collar and kissed herself off his lips. My God, thought Julianne. I can’t wait to find out what his fat juicy cock feels like…

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Before Ben Erickson could go about shoving his “fat juicy cock” inside Julianne Wallace, he elected to tease her for a little bit longer…

  After wiping her juices off his lips, Ben kept Julianne held up against the wall. His stiff bulge grazed against her thighs as he gently rubbed his forefingers against Julianne’s lubricated snatch. The digits performed figure-eights around the clitoris, interspersed the odd leap into the air. Her vaginal muscles flexed as her fluids quivered yet again. Then the two fingers slipped past her pussy lips and curled themselves around her innermost walls. Julianne grunted in delight. She grabbed onto his back and dug in her claws. Her thighs firmly caressed themselves against his taut and finely aged masculine physique. He massaged the area thoroughly before sending the fingers over to stroke the G-spot. Julianne suddenly felt like bursting into a solo from a passionate Italian opera. Ben smothered Julianne’s neck in kisses before biting into the flesh like a randy vampire.

  It was around this time that Ben decided it was time to set his robust erection free. Julianne dropped her head and gasped.
Just as big as I imagined, thought Julianne with a sense of jubilation. She placed her hand on top of Ben’s phallus and grunted ravenously. She guided the cock into her slippery pussy and strapped herself in for the long ride ahead.

  Ben leaned up against the wall as he penetrated deeper and deeper into Julianne. She ran her fingers through his thin and silver hair, accepting every thrust with cries of bursting pleasure. She’d never experienced a quickie with a billionaire on a yacht before. There’s a first time for everything, Julianne mused in between Ben’s rapid pounding into her. Unexpectedly, Ben turned Julianne around. Within seconds, Julianne was being screwed roughly from behind as she looked out at the magnificent Atlantic Ocean view. The layers of fog were beginning to peel back. Royale Island was in plainer and plainer sight. Ben held onto Julianne’s hips firmly as he continued to ram deeply into her. Ben’s hands busied themselves up Julianne’s torso until they reached her razor-sharp nipples. Ben finished off at a quick and vigorous pace. She climaxed nearly at the exact same moment.

  Ben kissed Julianne’s back before straightening up and slipping his dick back into his trousers. He moved elegantly back to his scotch, as though nothing had happened in the previous erotic interval. Julianne rested her back along the wall and caught her breath. She looked over to Ben and sighed, blowing a raspberry before bursting into a chortle.

  “You have a beautiful laugh,” said Ben.

  “Thank you,” smiled Julianne.

  “How are you feeling?”

  “Well,” Julianne searched for the appropriate response. “That’s a loaded question.”

  “Oh? Go on.”

  “Well,” Julianne continued as she paced up and down the beach house. “I’m still waiting to wake up from the hottest sex dream of my entire life.”

  “I assure you, Julianne. This is not a dream.”

  “So I’m really sailing to a private yacht club, having just screwed one of its prominent members?”

  “You are one lucky lady,” he winked. “Imagine if I hadn’t found you loitering around the pier.”

  “I’d be passed out in the back of a cab home,” she rolled her eyes.

  “Well, now I’ve got you on a slow boat to Royale Island…” Ben’s voice lilted as he wrapped his arms around Julianne’s waist. “All to myself…alone.” Ben planted a series of kisses along her neckline vertically. Julianne shivered in delight.

  “I wouldn’t exactly say we’re alone,” remarked Julianne. “We’re literally surrounded by an orgy.”

  “Well, there’s plenty more of me to be had. And you can have me in many different sorts of ways,” Ben teased.

  “And what, pray tell, are these ‘many different sorts of ways?’”

  “I have certain desires that I like to indulge in whenever I set sail for Royale Island with my peers.”

  Julianne nodded to Ben, as if prodding him to continue.

  “Do you have any limits, Julianne?”

  “Limits? What kind of limits?”

  “What do you draw the line on in sex?”

  “Well, I don’t know…I feel like there’s so much I’ve never tried before.” Julianne replied with slight reservation in her voice.

  “We’re not going to sacrifice you, Julianne, it’s all right.”

  “Oh, thank God.”

  “Consent is important for all of us heading towards Royale Island. Nevertheless, I’ve just been inside you and I’m curious to see how deep I’m permitted to go.”

  “As deep as you want me.”

  “Do you like to be watched, Julianne?”

  Julianne took a half-step backwards. She had never before considered the possibility.

  “Not by anybody who knows me,” Julianne quipped. “I couldn’t imagine anything more embarrassing than my friends looking in on me in bed with a guy.”

  “So you don’t want me to watch you then?”

  Julianne raised her eyebrows.

  “You’d…be watching me?”

  “That’s right. I like to watch my women make love to other men—and to other women, if you’re interested. I like to watch, I like to give directions, I like to steer the ship…if you know what I mean. And then, when I’ve had my share of watching, I like to tap the other gentleman out and take it from there. Well, Julianne, how does all that sound?”

  “Are the other men on the island as hot as you are?”

  “I don’t know about that,” smirked Ben. “But I don’t think you’ll be disappointed.”

  “Try me.” She leaned in and kissed him passionately.

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  The Olympian sailed onward. The fog continued to recede. The pre-dinner orgy, as it was known to many within the Royale Island social circles, began to wind down in the last leg of the journey. Its participants freshened themselves up with a strict regimen of exorbitant cocktails and heavy wafts of the nighttime salt water air. Julianne and Ben continued to enjoy their drinks in the privacy of their beach house before they decided to return to the boat deck. And there, on the boat deck enjoying the sights with her dim-witted lover Simon, was the mysterious Shannon.

  “Enjoying your free ride?” said Shannon with a tinge of condescension.

  “Oh yes,” replied Julianne with relish and enthusiasm before turning to Ben with a cheeky glance. “This has been one hell of a ride.”

  “Glad you’re enjoying yourself.” Shannon turned to the emergent Royale Island estate.

  “About how much longer before we dock?” Julianne inquired.

  “Fifteen minutes,” Ben estimated.

  It came as no surprise to Julianne that the Royale Island mansion was even more immense and opulent than the one back on the mainland. The pearly-white manor seemed to stretch out over the island like a wedding cake fortress, illuminating the murky deep night darkness. Every room within the mansion was brightly lit, revealing a menagerie of silhouettes engaged in vigorous and anonymous copulation. Julianne counted the positions: standing from behind, backs against the wall, standing fellatio, riding in the air, and so on. The army of staff members wearing black tuxedos was waiting by the pier. They were arranged in two parallel lines along the cobblestone path to the mansion. Each gentleman was holding a fresh glass of champagne. By the time guests arrived at the front door, two more gentlemen were on hand to open the doors wide.

  As the Olympian lurched closer to Royale Island, Julianne began to hear music. It was coming from inside the estate. She listened closely, as the music sounded vaguely familiar. It was the second movement of Beethoven’s seventh symphony. Suddenly, a reservoir of uncanny memories and mixed emotions flooded inside Julianne’s brain. She thought back to her childhood. She remembered passing by a similar mansion one summer evening as she rode her bicycle into town. There was a similar party going on, with members walking up the grounds in black tie wardrobes and Venetian masks. That exact piece of classical music was playing. The young Julianne desired access to that party more than anything. She watched wistfully through the iron gates before going along her way.

  Julianne blinked and the memory evaporated. Minutes later, the Olympian docked. The couples dispersed and stepped off the yacht one by one. Meanwhile, at an adjacent pier, a similarly sized and fashioned yacht called the Lazarus. There were more yachts approaching Royale Island from the fogbound distance. Julianne stepped off the yacht while linking her arm with Ben’s.

  Julianne looked into the crowd of passengers disembarking the Lazarus. Within the mix was a younger playboy type with a rugged yet refined quality about him. His green eyes were like lasers beaming through the night sky. Julianne turned back to Ben and kissed him.

  “Am I allowed to select the man who gets to make love to me while you watch?” Julianne inquired.

  “Why?” Ben sounded surprised. “Is there somebody you have your eye on already?”

  “Is that jealousy I hear?” Julianne teased.

  “Not at all, I was merely curious. So: who is this mystery man?
”

  The green-eyed gentleman approached with an extended hand.

  “Ben Erickson!”

  Ben reciprocated, shaking the man’s hand firmly.

  “Sean Black,” Ben smiled. “How are you, good sir?”

  “I’m well,” replied Sean. “But enough about me: how are you?”

  “I’m the same as always.”

  “And who is this ravishing young lady?”

  Julianne blushed as Sean kissed her hand.

  “Sean, I’d like to introduce you to Julianne.”

  “A pleasure,” Sean whispered.

  “The pleasure is all mine,” Julianne mumbled.

  “Sean, we were just talking about you. It seems as though my Plus One has taken an interest in you from afar.”

  “Plus One? Ben, that’s not like you.”

  “What can I say? I’m a man of contradictions.”

  Sean turned to Julianne.

  “An interest, you say? What kind of interest?”

  “Well,” Julianne continued after clearing her throat. “I think I have a fair idea of what goes on around here.”

  “You’re perceptive,” Sean quipped. “Would you happen to know about Mr. Erickson’s predeliction for voyeurism?”

  “We were just discussing that, Sean.” Ben jumped in.

  “Well, I think its best we got to know each other first, don’t you, Julianne?”

  “Not a bad idea, Mr. Black.”

  “Mind if I cut in?” Sean turned back to Ben.

  “Be my guest,” Ben responded as though he were lending out a priceless golf club.

  Julianne linked with Sean and stepped into the estate while Ben smoked a Cuban cigar and mingled outside.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Sean Black and Julianne Wallace had found themselves a settee on which to perch themselves for the time being. They shared gin and tonics.

  “So tell me about yourself,” Julianne broke the ice.