Billionaire's Playmate

by Chance Carter

  She pulls me close to her and kisses me right on the lips. I—I don’t know what, wow… her, her lips are so soft. I’m kissing her back, I really shouldn’t be, but I am. My hands are making their way to her hips, her soft round hips…

  Oh God, please don’t ever let me stop kissing Ella.

  Ella stops kissing me and looks up into my eyes, like a frightened little mouse.

  Crap, I asked you not to let me stop.

  She giggles nervously as her cheeks redden, and we drop back into the limo, closing the sunroof.

  We’re almost at her place and I don’t know what to do. Do I make a move? Should I ignore the fact that she kissed me? What do I say? Silence probably isn’t my best option, but it’s all I can do right now!

  We eventually arrive at Ella’s and I get out of the car. She gets out herself without waiting for me to help her. Fair enough, I don’t think I could handle holding her hand right now.

  She stands at the door to her building, and I’m struck by how innocent she looks. If only she knew what she was doing to me.

  “So…” she says.

  “Yeah,” I nod to her, like a massive dork.

  “That shouldn’t have… I shouldn’t have done that. It, it was silly.”

  “Yeah… I guess it was.” I’m blushing, I can feel my hands almost shaking.

  “I had a really good night, and uh… I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  “Yes, tomorrow,” more helpless smiling, I really should stop embarrassing myself like this, “I’m glad you had a good time, Ella.” I should say something else, “See you tomorrow.” I put my hand out to shake.

  A handshake? Really? Wow, this is… Well, there’s striking out and there’s this.

  She moves my hand aside and gives me a hug, I can hear her giggling right by my ear. Stop, please. She kisses my cheek before pulling away, then she gets that look in her eye again, the one she got just before she kissed me in the limo.

  Oh screw it, I don’t care anymore. I’m going for it!

  I pull her close to me and kiss her, putting as much passion into it as I possibly can. I run my hands through her hair and over her hips, and thank fuck she’s responding. She’s kissing me back! She’s squeezing my waist and pulling me close to her. Damn, it’s been so long since I’ve felt like this.

  My pants feel two sizes too small right now, as I slide my hands to her waist and nuzzle into her neck, her perfume smells so sweet, like raspberries and vanilla.

  She laughs and starts to pull away. No please, not now—

  “What are we doing…?” she asks, sighing a little bit.

  “Well, I thought it was pretty obvious.”

  “Joe, I work for you… and you’ve got to go pick up your daughter. We can’t do this if it will end up with her getting left or forgotten about. It’s late. You should go get her,” she says, trying to smile.

  I sigh, she’s right. But I don’t want her to be. Why does she have this power over me, with those beautiful eyes and that gorgeous smile? Plus that amazing body and soft lips.

  Dammit, stop.

  “You’re right. I should go. This… this isn’t right. Friends…?” Again, like an idiot I shake her hand. Weird that she would go along with that dumb move, but it’s sweet of her not to think I’m crazy.

  I turn around and get into my limousine, then wave as I get driven away. Why? Why do I even try? We could have something great, I’m sure of it… but then again, if something bad happens, I’ll lose her forever. And I couldn’t do that to Marnie, she loves Ella already. And if Marnie grew up to be half the woman Ella is I’d be so proud of her.

  But she’s right. I have to think about Marnie.

  I get to Marnie’s friend’s house and she’s there waiting for me. The mom doesn’t even try to speak to me this time, so at least it’s not awkward.

  The ride home is quiet and the whole way Marnie can tell I’m upset. I know she can.

  We get to the house and I walk her up to her room, but before she goes up her little staircase she turns to look at me, just like she did last night. And she shakes her head at me.

  Again.

  She shakes her head, turns and walks up to her bedroom. So I screwed up again.

  I’m going to bed.

  Chapter 10

  Joe

  As I stare up at the ceiling I can’t help thinking about all the things I could have said or done, but I suppose this is the most ideal outcome. I mean, what I’d really like to do is curl up with her and just be happy together for the rest of our lives. But I’m sure that’s not the kind of thing she wants right now. She’s only twenty-four for heaven’s sake! She probably wants at least a few whirlwind romances before she settles down properly.

  To be honest, I’m willing to wait. I can wait for her beautiful eyes to only see me. I don’t care if she has to find out that other guys aren’t good enough for her first. Eventually she will learn that I am the perfect one for her and that we are meant to be together.

  I would give her everything she’s ever wanted, and she’d never have to worry about anything or work a day in her life, because I’d be there for her.

  Okay Joe, slow down a minute. You’re getting a little ahead of yourself. I mean, isn’t that what you did with the last girl? She became so dependent on you that you weren’t a husband anymore, you were just a wallet. And you don’t want that to happen again.

  Ella is an independent young woman who can think for herself, and she probably doesn’t need or want a man to run her life for her.

  I can feel myself getting a little excited thinking of Ella as such a powerful woman, controlling her life and her men. She can do whatever she likes. I wish I hadn’t left, I mean, I know I had to. But I should have brought her back. Then she would be here with me, in bed next to me right now. I’d slide my hand over her hips as I kiss her and she’d whisper sweet nothings into my ear before biting down. Maybe we’d try a few different things.

  I look up to see Ella standing over me, her long dark hair pulled back into a pony tail so as not to obscure her beautiful face, this time covered in dark make up, making her deep blue eyes practically glow. My eyes move down to her body, partially covered by a black leather corset with dark pink accents. It’s so tight, and her breasts look amazing! And her waist, I love her waist… her curves are irresistible. I could spend hours running my hands over them, discovering every peak and dimple… I bet she has those little back dimples, too. I love those.

  My eyes move down her body and she’s wearing tiny black panties that I can barely see, and black stockings all the way up her gorgeous legs.

  That’s it, I have to have her now. I mean, how can a man resist that? I reach out to her and realize that my hands are bound above my head. Oh, you naughty girl. Please just have your way with me, don’t make me beg.

  She grins and bites her lip, oh man, that is so sexy. I’m already rock hard and throbbing, needing her touch.

  Ella looks down at me and pouts, yes, poor me. Please help me, I need you Ella. She slowly crawls on the bed and over my body, brushing against my cock and making me shiver, her panties are so damn soft, I can’t help moaning.

  The way she whispers in my ear is driving me crazy, I keep wanting to grab her and kiss her but my hands are tied and I can’t move.

  Please, Ella, come on, just one kiss. The shade of pink on her lips matches the shade on her corset, and all I can think about is how I want her to mark my body with dark pink kisses. I want to see her lipstick on my cock.

  She sits up, rolling her hips over my cock. The soft silk of her panties against my skin makes me moan. It feels so soft and incredible. I could cum from just this. But I’d much rather she used her mouth… I want to know how good she is. If she can drive me wild just by standing there, what can she do when she’s sucking my cock?

  She gently grazes her fingernails down my chest, leaving a small red line all the way down from my neck to my cock. I shiver, the way she moves over it and around it, never actually tou
ching it, does she want me to beg?

  Have I mentioned how much I need her?

  Without saying a word, she moves back and looks down at my cock, slowly sticking out her tongue and licking all the way up from the base to the tip. I shudder and my bed rattles as I try my best to break my bonds, but to no avail.

  A chill runs up my spine after her tongue leaves my cock, it feels cold, the kind of cold only a warm mouth can fix. I look up at her, pleading with her.

  “What’s the magic word...?” she asks, bent over at my cock, ready to start. The curve of her spine and the way her ass sticks out makes me want to take her from behind, but first I need release, I can’t handle this anymore.

  “I need you!” I almost shout, begging her with my eyes, “I need you... please.”

  She grins and leans back over my cock again, slowly licking up to the tip and digging her nails into my hips. With a quick movement she takes my head into her mouth, causing me to moan, her mouth is just as warm and wet as I imagined it would be, her tongue is so soft and the way she moves it around me is making my toes curl.

  Slowly she starts to move down, placing her plump lips over the head, in and out. Oh fuck, this feels amazing.

  She keeps going further and further down... as deep as she can, and I can’t stop shaking. This is without a doubt, the best blowjob I’ve ever had!

  She speeds up, and I can hear the bed creaking a little, now. Every now and again she goes a little deeper, painfully slowly to emphasize how deep she’s taking me in.

  I didn’t think it was possible to get this hard but here I am. I know she’s not going to want me to cum yet, but I don’t know how she’s going to stop me unless she just stops all together, which would be the worst. I mean, I know right now she’s my little bad girl, but that’s just cruel.

  I wonder if she would do this for me outside of a dream. If I could ever make her mine, that is. I suppose that would ruin the fantasy. She works for me, teasing me every single day, getting me all worked up until I just can’t take it anymore. Then she takes me upstairs to see to me properly, and she knows she’s not supposed to, but who am I to stop her getting what she wants?

  “Oh… God!” I cry out as she takes my cock all the way to the back of her mouth. I can feel her throat constricting around me as she chokes a little, but she can handle it. I can barely even look down, I’m afraid the sight of her with my cock in her mouth would just make me cum straight away, and I want to be able to enjoy this properly.

  The feeling of her soft lips moving up and down my shaft and her tongue licking around my head is so incredible. All I want to do is cum in her mouth. I want to see my cum dripping onto her gorgeous tits. I want to know that she’s mine, and that I’ve claimed her as my own in a primal and lust filled way. I want her to rip off those tiny panties, sit down on my cock and ride me until I don’t even know my name.

  I want her to sit on my face so I can taste her sweet pussy.

  But no, she’s in charge here and she continues to suck my cock better than anyone before her, and now she speeds up, really giving it her all and I think she wants me to cum! The way she looks up at me is almost unbearable, I grit my teeth and look her in the eyes, pleading with her to make me cum, I need her so badly. She squeezes her lips around me going painfully slow then she speeds up again just to show me what I’m missing and how much I love it when she goes fast. Oh God, yes I can’t hold it anymore, the pressure is building up and I’m going to cum in her mouth. Please Ella, keep going, just a little more I’m almost there!

  * * *

  “Ah!” I wake up practically jumping out of bed, I don’t think I’ve ever had a dream that vivid. Her mouth, it felt so real and that orgasm? It was one of the best I’ve had in a long time. It’s a shame it wasn’t real.

  As I lay back in bed I feel a bit cold and realize what has happened. What am I? A teenage boy? This has to stop. I’m not letting this happen again.

  I really can’t handle myself around a strong woman. They have always been my weakness.

  I sigh to myself, increasingly uncomfortable in my own mess. But I can’t help thinking of her, and that blowjob. I have to know if she’s that good in real life.

  Just stop, you can’t be thinking like this if this is what it leads to. What would she think of you?

  Just get up and wash your sheets before Marnie wakes up. For damn sure get them clean before Ella gets here.

  Save yourself the embarrassment. You’re thirty-six years old—pull yourself together, man!

  Chapter 11

  Ella

  I stand at the door to my building, I’m not really sure what I’m expecting, but this is what you do after a date… you stand at your door and say goodbye, usually with a kiss. Why did I do that? Why did I ever think that was a good idea? It was the heat of the moment, I’m sure he knows that. Just a silly mistake… one that I really want to make again.

  And again and again…

  This is exactly what I wanted to avoid! Why do I always fall so fast? I barely even know the guy. I just know that he’s fun, sweet, cute and sexy, so sexy. Okay, just calm down and say goodnight.

  “So,” I say, unable to look him in the eye.

  “Yeah,” he nods, looking at me in a kind of ‘accepting, though not really understanding why’ kind of way.

  He’s so sweet, I feel really bad for leading him on.

  “That shouldn’t have…” Come on, apologize properly, this is your fault. “I shouldn’t have done that. It, it was silly.” I can barely look him in the eyes.

  “Yeah, I guess it was.”

  He’s blushing. I wish I could know what he’s thinking. Whether he likes me like I like him. But I really should hurry this goodnight along.

  “I had a really good night, and uh… I’ll see you tomorrow,” I say, guessing he does want me to come back.

  “Yes, tomorrow,” he says, grinning. He’s got such an amazing smile. “I’m glad you had a good time.”

  He pauses for a moment. Is he ok?

  “See you tomorrow, Ella” he says offering his hand to shake.

  Aw, that’s so adorably awkward. But, I’d rather have a hug.

  I move his hand aside and pull him into a hug. He’s been so great to me tonight and I’m really glad he didn’t make a big deal about that accidental kiss. I can’t help laughing as I give him a goodnight kiss on the cheek.

  Oh shit, I can’t handle it.

  I’m trying to pull away but I can’t. There’s a heat between us, just like that moment in the limo, it’s so hard to ignore! The music in my head is rising and everyone watching is counting on the protagonist to go for it!

  I can’t take it anymore! I pull him close and our lips crash together. Did he go for it as well?

  He’s kissing me back! YES! She sticks the landing!

  It’s an extremely passionate moment and I never want it to end, I can’t help squeezing his waist, but why? I’ve never felt like this about someone so early on!

  He’s moving his hands over my body, just like in my dream! He embraces me a little tighter and, oh shit! I can feel his—oh, it’s so hard already! Wow he must really like me! He’s pressed right up against me and—

  Oh, I can’t do this! Shit! Stop now before it’s too late!

  I laugh awkwardly, trying to cover up my terror as I pull away. “What are we doing...?” I ask, sighing.

  “Well, I thought it was pretty obvious…?” he says. I really hope he doesn’t expect anything now.

  “I work for you, and you’ve got to go pick up your daughter. We can’t do this if it will end up with her getting left or forgotten about. It’s late… you should go get her.” I try to smile as I speak, knowing it’s not the real reason why. But it’s a decent reason and he seems to understand.

  He sighs, “You’re right. I should go, this... this isn’t right. Friends...?” he puts his hand out again and I shake it. It’s a good final move, I think?

  Joe gets in his limo and gets driven away. This i
s ridiculous. I’m such an embarrassment! Like I can’t even keep a handle on my emotions and I acted like a slut.

  I sigh and trudge back into my apartment. I’ve got work tomorrow, it’s fine. We’ll be fine. I flop down onto my bed and have a small tantrum, kicking clothes onto the floor.

  Just sleep. Tomorrow will be fine.

  I guess.

  “I can’t believe you almost let me leave…” Joe whispers to me.

  It appears that he’s visiting me in my dreams again. Why can’t you just leave me alone! This is starting to feel like such a school girl crush. But I swear he likes me too, and I know we’d be great, but I’m sure we can’t. If anything went wrong, I couldn’t bear it.

  We crash through my door and land on my bed, and our clothes seem to disappear as we kiss. I love kissing him so much and I know what it really feels like now, what his lips feel like, and where his hands tend to move. I can’t stand it. I just want him to take me whenever I see him!

  How am I supposed to work in these conditions? I know what it’s like to kiss him now, and I’m going to have to hold back!

  He softly bites into my neck, causing me to moan. I suppose I don’t have to think about being professional here in my own dream. I can be whoever I want to be inside my head.

  “Do you trust me?” he whispers, his hands ghosting over my exposed skin.

  “Of course,” I whisper back. I can hear him laughing a little, what’s he going to do? What possible thing could my mind have cooked up? I suppose there was that rope I found in the back of his wardrobe.

  He’s not going to know that I’ve never even thought about this kind of thing! Now I’m dreaming about it.

  I look up to see Joe standing at the foot of my bed, he’s fully erect and grinning, with a black feather in one hand and a blindfold in the other. My hands are tied to my headboard and my legs are bound, spread as wide apart as they go. I can’t help giggling, naughty boy, Joe. What are you going to do to me?

  He leans over me, trailing kisses up from my waist, over my breasts and up to my neck. He puts the blindfold on me, triggering my other senses. Now I can feel his gentle touches so vividly that my skin prickles as he brushes past me, making me shiver. I can smell his cologne, just like last night.