Serving Him

by Cassandra Dee

  And with that, I rose to my full height, head almost touching the ceiling, the girl cradled in my arms. I felt like Conan the Destroyer, King Kong come to life, and Superman all rolled into one. With Becky, I was indestructible, invincible, a god among men … and my little girl had just given me the go.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Becky

  I’m not sure what’s overcome me. Everything that’s happened has been insane, going completely off the rails, and yet I’m acting like Salome, like an experienced whore. Because when Daddy tells me to do something, I do it. If he tells me to bend over, I stretch until I’m gripping my ankles. If he tells me to walk around the bar, showing off my assets, I do it, praying that my boobies bounce in time, hoping that he eats it up.

  So yeah, the billionaire has a hold on me, and when he carried me to his suite at the Club, I wasn’t alarmed at all. Isn’t that crazy? Kane could be a criminal, a stalker, with a thousand whips and chains hidden inside a closet, a “red room” straight out of some horror movie. But that’s the thing. I’m not even worried, instead, I’m floating on a sea of anticipation, body growing hot with need, anticipating what comes next. Instead of feeling alarmed, I’m begging the alpha for it, showing my body, offering myself to him.

  So yeah, I’m living own personal La-La Land, a dream world where anything can happen, where memories are made. And although technically, I’m the help, it doesn’t mean that we cook and clean, or do any domestic tasks whatsoever. Just by using my eyes and ears, I can tell that’s not what’s expected. The other girls who work as servers are just like me, prancing around only in a thong and high heels as they served drinks, as they brought out food, as they did any number of tasks in the nude, out in the open. Clearly, cooking and cleaning aren’t priorities whatsoever, there must be robots or something that keep this place spic and span.

  So yeah, we’re more of a special type of personal servant. And as far as I can tell, a lot of girls like it. They smile at the Club members, they simper, they preen, they hold their breasts out to be kissed, offering the men a taste. And it all happens in public too, no one ever seemed shy, no place off-limits. Sure, some guys bring the girls back to their rooms for a thorough going-over, but some guys like it in the open with their friends. After all, I saw those Club members at the bar. It was only a group of two or three males, but I saw how they were sharing that one girl, letting her suck their cocks in rotation as they chatted by the fireplace, drinking bourbon like it was no big deal for a female to be giving blow jobs as you hung out with your buddies.

  So yeah, the Billionaires Club is a pretty sensational place, and my particular billionaire is absolutely one of them. I mean, Kane’s different because he’s literally bigger than the others, a huge six four or six five, tall, domineering and arrogant. And he’s different because I’ve never met someone so charismatic, those blue eyes penetrating, an aura of command surrounding him.

  But at the same time, he’s a Club member and likes to use the facilities to the max. So yeah, Kane had pulled that potted plant over so that we had some semblance of privacy, but the dark man had no qualms about asking me to sashay around the bar, tits out, the outline of my pussy lips visible beneath the thin silk of my thong. He had no qualms about snapping off my panties and licking my pussy, tasting my hymen right there in the middle of the bar. And as embarrassing as it is, I liked it. No, I loved it, I loved feeling a man’s mouth on my private places, I loved holding myself open, giving myself over to what only the billionaire could provide, every sense overloaded, jolts of electricity coursing through my cunt, running to my fingers and toes until I melted with desire.

  But now, as he strode into his personal suite, the door hissing shut behind that broad back, the imbalance in our relationship hit me like a blow to the head. The dark man dropped me on a huge king-size bed, and I sat up, bouncing and jouncing, every part of me nude and available.

  “Um, I’m sorry to ask,” I began hesitantly.

  The big man shot me a look in the middle of getting undressed and my mouth went dry. Holy shit, I could glimpse a sliver of bronzed chest beneath that shirt, so broad, so taut and masculine that all thoughts flew out of my mind.

  “Yeah?” he asked, ripping his shirt off, and in two seconds, his pants were gone as well, that huge, male form on display, like a warrior come to life. My insides melted, going liquid with warmth, and oh god, but another gust of pussy juice dripped from my interior, forming a wet spot on the bedspread, giving me away.

  But I had to get it together, I had to figure out what was going on. I hadn’t been auctioned, and I needed to make money. I had to figure out how to provide for Nana and Mattie, given the changed circumstances. Just the thought of my little brother hungry made me sober up, forced me to gather my courage.

  So I cleared my throat, and tried to look dignified, which was ludicrous given that we were both nude, our bodies dying for one another, my boobs trembling, the nipples hard, with his cock jutting out at me, tip dripping.

  “Um,” I began again, clearing my throat, trying to rip my eyes from that amazing male form. “I was wondering what I should call you?” I began lamely. Oh my god, oh my god, this was classic Becky Wright. Instead of working the conversation in a subtle, elegant manner, the question came bursting out like a fifth-grader, abrupt and to the point. I colored, biting my lip. “Just wondering,” I muttered, trailing my finger over the silk duvet.

  But the billionaire looked amused, eyebrows quirked.

  “You should call me Daddy of course,” he drawled. “That seems to work just fine.”

  I blushed again, because I’d already called him Daddy a couple times, the name seemed to slip right off my lips like water.

  “Oh right,” I mumbled, chastised. This wasn’t going to do. I needed to figure things out for my brother and grandmother, and being embarrassed wasn’t going to help the situation along. So lifting my chin, I looked him in the eye again.

  “I mean, is there anything else I could call you?” I asked boldly, my brown clashing with his blue. “Maybe Mr. ….?”

  And he shot me a lazy grin, that bronzed form looming before me, taking up my entire field of vision. Holy shit, was I really doing this? Was I really trying to have a serious conversation with this gorgeous god of a man when we were both naked? Oh god, as usual, my timing was terrible.

  But the billionaire merely grinned again, although his cock was pointed straight at me, purple and throbbing.

  “Well, you could call me, Master, Sir, or Daddy, like we talked about,” he drawled, coming closer to me on the bed, that predatory male form stalking my smaller one, making me go hot with anticipation. “Or you could call me Kane.”

  Kane. Hmm, I ran the name around my head mentally. It suited him. Kane was dominant and arrogant, a single-syllable moniker that hinted at strength and aggression, just like the man before me. Yeah, I liked it. I liked everything about this man, and I’d happily call him Kane.

  “Okay,” I nodded, taking a deep breath. “Kane it is then. Or Mister Kane?” I asked, confused. “Is that your first name or last?”

  And the big man grinned at me wolfishly once more.

  “Whichever you like, baby girl, whichever you like.”

  I sat stock still. What kind of answer was that? But the alpha male shrugged.

  “Names are names honey,” he said, that deep voice smooth and sensuous as he sat next to me on the bed. “If you want to call me God, Adonis or Hercules when my dick’s deep in that snatch, it’s all good to me, so long as that little twat is happy.”

  I colored then. Oh god, he was so dirty and yet with a dry, sarcastic sense of humor that was so illicit.

  “Okay, how about if I call you Scooby-Doo then?” I teased, boobies heaving a little as I laughed. “Scooby-Doo, where are you?”

  And the big man was on me in a sec, my curvy form pinned to the bed, that huge dong brushing against my inner thigh, making me gasp with desire.

  “So long as you’re creaming hard, that l
ittle pussy squeezing my dick as you say it, then sure, Scooby-Doo it is,” he said, that voice deceptively mild. “Whatever you want baby girl.”

  And with that, I gave in. He was too close to me now, Kane was too commanding, I was in thrall to the alpha’s charisma, the deep, knowing gaze, the way his body beckoned.

  “Yes,” I whispered, looking into his eyes. “Yes, Mr. Kane.”

  And with that, the big man chucked me under the chin before seizing my mouth with his in a soulful, heart-stopping kiss.

  “That got all your questions taken care of?” he growled, deep in his throat. “Because Daddy can’t want to wait any longer.”

  I mewled helplessly beneath him, hips twisting. Oh god, oh god, yes. It was coming. It was time for him to take me, and I wanted it desperately, I wanted Kane’s dick deep, punching through my hymen, making me into a woman once and for all. I had no idea where this all was going, but there was one thing for sure. If all that I got out of this was a sensuous night with Kane, then I was gonna count myself a lucky woman. I was gonna walk out of here happy, dazed, used and sore, but so changed, so transformed, that I’d never forget this the Club.

  And so with a mewl and a sigh, I begged him with wide brown eyes.

  “Yes Daddy, let’s do it,” I whispered. “Take me, now.”

  The big man was on it. Just like before, his blue gaze seized mine, mesmerizing me like a deer caught in the headlights.

  “What is it Daddy?” I asked, voice trembling, body shivering beneath him. “What is it?”

  And Kane’s eyes grew so dark they were almost black.

  “I want you to want it,” he growled deep in his throat, ducking his head to cover my nipple with his mouth. “I want you to want it bad.”

  My head tossed back and forth, eyes closed as he tongued my hard nub. Couldn’t he tell I wanted it? I was moaning up a storm, hips writhing beneath him, pussy overflowing with juice, the smell so strong it enveloped us like a heady perfume. But Kane wasn’t giving up.

  “Naw baby, what I mean is that I want you to fuck yourself onto me,” he ground out, voice muffled against my breast. “When it’s time to break that hymen, you’re gonna do the honors.”

  The words penetrated the fog in my brain for a second. What did he mean? I couldn’t understand, it didn’t even make sense. How could I do the honors, breaking my own hymen? But at the moment, I was too desperate, too needy, so I nodded, panting, agreeing with anything he said.

  “Yes Daddy,” I whispered. “Yes, whatever you say.”

  And with that, Kane grunted, squeezing and massaging my breasts as his mouth traced the nipple of one, lightly flicking the tip with his tongue before settling in for a deep suckle. Oh shit, it felt so good. Bolts of lightning shot from my nips straight to my cunt, making me juice heavily and I moaned again, running my fingers through that black hair. Holy shit, this was so much better than watching porn, seeing his dark head suckling my tits made me want him even more, a deep, burning heat rising within my cunt.

  But Kane is a dirty motherfucker, and he hauled me up so I was in a sitting position, mouth still attached to my nipple.

  “What I like about big-titted girls,” he ground out, “is their ability to suck their own titties, your boobs are so big. So do it baby,” he said, lapping at one pink crest before looking up into my eyes. “Lick your own tits.”

  I let out a shocked gasp. What? It’s true my Double Ds are generous, but I’ve never sucked my own breasts. What in the world was he talking about? Was this out of some dirty porn scene?

  But the big man merely shot me another sly gaze as he licked my nipple once more, giving it a quick kiss before lifting the sack of cream, balancing it in a wide palm.

  “Here baby,” he growled deeply, our eye contact electric. “Here, kiss yourself.”

  And slowly, he pulled my breast up, holding it until the nipple reached my tongue and then brushed softly at my bottom lip. Holy shit, this was so wrong. The dark man wanted me to taste my own breasts, to give myself a little boobie lick? But the temptation was too much. Because as I opened my mouth to protest, my tongue snuck out on its own and swiped across my nipple, tasting that hard pink nub. Oh shit, it felt good! A surge of juice crested in my pussy, insides going wet and hot, and hungrily, I began licking my own nipple, running my tongue over the hard crest, sampling womanflesh for the first time. And oh god, it tasted good.

  Kane chuckled beside me, lightly massaging my creamy sacs as I experimentally sucked myself.

  “I knew you were a dirty one,” he ground out. “What a dirty whore.” And with that he dove right in, joining me in licking my breasts. Both our heads bent, he’d take a lick, and then I’d lick, our tongues dueling sometimes, tasting the hard candy before entwining for a deep kiss and then going back for some more delicious nipping and sucking.

  And it was utterly fantastic, my cunt juicing as we played with my gazongas, as we explored this dirty, nasty, level of sex that was so new and exciting. And involuntarily, my hands reached up involuntarily to cup both boobies, lifting them to mouth-level and offering them again.

  “Suck me Daddy,” I whispered. “Suck me hard.”

  Kane merely chuckled deep in his chest before burying his tongue in the valley between my decolletage, savoring the creamy mountains, letting himself indulge.

  “What a fucking dirty whore,” he grunted.

  But instead of feeling demeaned or offended, I loved it, eating up the words.

  “I know Daddy,” I whispered, our eye contact electric, “But I’m your dirty whore.”

  And with that, our mouths joined as the man tweaked and rubbed my boobs, corkscrewing off a nipple with an audible pop, the juice flowing like a river from my pussy now.

  “Mmmph!” I moaned into his mouth. “Mmm, mmm!”

  Kane merely grunted again, one big hand dropping to trail against my belly before dipping between my thighs. “Shit you’re wet,” he ground out. “Shit, my baby’s wet.”

  I mewled into his mouth, trying to get closer, pressing my boobs against that chest, giving him my all.

  “Mmm, Daddy,” I moaned, licking up the bronzed column of his throat. “It’s all yours. I belong to you.”

  Kane groaned deep in his chest now.

  “Good because I can’t wait anymore. I need to be in you,” he grunted. “But fuck,” he swore suddenly. “That little vag hasn’t gotten stretched out yet, fuck fuck fuck.”

  I bit his earlobe then, my small fist circling the head of his dick between us, rubbing up and down the swollen shaft, making him moan hard.

  “It’s okay Daddy,” I panted. “I can take it, I can take it.”

  The big man spurted a little at my words, my hand coated with his pre-cum.

  “Baby, you have no idea what you’re saying,” he ground out, torn, his voice raspy with need. “You’ve never had a man before, it’s gonna fucking hurt if you don’t get stretched out first.”

  But I wanted him so bad that my pussy was already pulsing, the pink folds swollen and puffy with need, so I did my best to entice him.

  “I can take it, I can do it Daddy,” I whispered, jacking him smoothly with my fist, his pre-cum so copious that the ride was glossy, my digits already covered in male goo. “I’m young, my pussy will stretch.”

  But that only made Kane groan even harder, holding rock still, dark streaks slashed across his cheeks as his cock surged and pulsed in my hand.

  “That’s the thing baby, you have no idea what you’re talking about,” he ground out through clenched teeth. “You’ve never had a man before, it’ll fucking hurt if you don’t get stretched first.”

  And I had had it then. He kept talking about stretching me, but it was all talk. Hadn’t his mouth already been up there? Hadn’t his tongue already swept against my hymen, licking that precious secret? I couldn’t wait anymore, and decided to take matters into my own hands.

  So rolling out of his grasp, I lay back on the bed and slowly parted my thighs.

  “Daddy,
I promise you I’m can do it,” I breathed. “I’m young. Because look, look how stretchy I am.”

  And with that, I parted my thighs, showing my pink insides. And with the big man’s gaze riveted on my pussy, slowly, I pulled the lips apart, my glistening inner channel coming into view, hole winking and pulsing, clit standing straight up, begging to be sucked. But this wasn’t the last act, not even close. I needed to prove my elasticity, so while holding myself open, I grabbed one of his hands in my own and brought it to my snatch, trailing one big finger over my clit before pushing it into myself.

  “Unnh!” I moaned, head dropping on the coverlet as Kane’s finger entered me deliciously, stroking my insides, my hot pulsing walls. “Unnnh!”

  And the big man crouched between my legs, his finger deep in my puss.

  “Baby loves it, don’t you?” he growled, gaze hot, never leaving my sweet folds, the heat emanating between my thighs. “Fuck you’re beautiful.”

  I merely wriggled my hips, humping myself up and down to get him in deeper.

  “Unnh, Daddy!” I cried out, moaning, eyes closed. “Push it in, oh yeah, stretch me out!”

  Kane chuckled hoarsely, more a rasp than laugh, and slowly began a deep rub, scissoring his fingers, running his digits in circles to give my pussy the ride of its life.

  “That’s it baby girl, that’s it,” he rumbled as I squealed and writhed beneath him, my cunt leaking fluids now, coating him with my desire. “That’s it, let it all go.”

  And just when I thought I’d burst, he pulled out his fingers with a sweet squelch and licked then, tasting the juicy tang of my twat.

  “Fuck,” he ground out. “Oh fuck you’re ready, yeah, there’s so much goo.” And with that, I was flipped over onto my hands and knees, breathless, boobies flying, my cunt right at his pole. Oh yeah, that was his dicktip tickling my pussy and feeling the hot rod so close and yet so far drove me wild.

  “Please!” I mewled desperately, pushing my hips back, wriggling against the hot man meat. “Please, put it in!”