Spy Games: A Billionaire Bad Boy Heist Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  I stepped in, the door whooshing shut, all thoughts of my escort gone.

  “Daddy?” I whispered. “What is this place?”

  He was on me in a moment, running big hands through my curls, bending to press a tender kiss to my lips.

  “This is the play area, baby,” he rumbled, that voice already sending shivers down my spine. “Or more accurately, this is a play area. There are many play areas within the clubs,” he said with an amused half-smile.

  My eyes closed for a moment.

  “But Daddy,” I said slowly, our fingers interlocked. “I don’t get it. What is this club? What is this place?” I asked, gesturing with my hands. “Why are we underground?”

  He chuckled low in his chest.

  “Baby, didn’t Melinda tell you? This is the Billionaires Club, where billionaires come to play.”

  That made me stop short again.

  “But are you really a billionaire?” I asked, dumbfounded. “Really, truly?”

  He chuckled, flashing that movie star smile.

  “Really, truly, baby girl. Why do I not look like one?” he said, gesturing to his suit.

  I gaped, mouth immediately going dry. Because truth be told, this was the first time I was seeing Donovan under clear, bright lights. Our previous encounters I’d been turned around, or it’d been dark and I’d only gotten a glimpse of penetrating blue eyes and awesome masculine features.

  But now, seeing him in the open, my quick glimpses hadn’t been wrong. Because the alpha was devastatingly gorgeous in every way. I’d never realized just how tall he was, and now, he loomed over me, dwarfing my modest five four. Plus, the man was built. I’d felt him pressing against me, the heavy musculature pushing me into the ground, making me feel feminine and soft, but now, face to face with the awesome physicality, my mouth went completely dry, words refusing to come out.

  Because Donovan was a god. The black tee outlined a chiseled chest and strong arms, torso dipping into a vee before showing off thick, hard thighs. And oh god, even through those trousers I could see the outline of what I wanted so bad. That snake, the enormous python was there, curved around his waist, a ridge visible beneath the heavy material.

  My silence was tell-tale because a low chuckle roused me from my trance.

  “Cat got your tongue?” the big man drawled lazily. “Something got you distracted baby?”

  I snapped to, gulping audibly, meeting his gaze with wide brown eyes.

  “Daddy,” I whispered. “I’ve just never seen you for real, you know? Not in real light. And you’re … gorgeous,” I choked a bit on the word.

  The gleam in his eyes was amused, but also hungry like a predator.

  “Good,” he rumbled throatily. “I’m glad my baby likes her Daddy because Daddy has a lot to give,” he said smoothly, unzipping his fly, cock ready to roll.

  I shrieked then.

  “Daddy stop!” I mumbled quickly. “I have so many questions that are unanswered, what are you doing?”

  But it was too late, that male face hard and arrogant, blue eyes gleaming with fire. His voice, although smooth, was also menacing with an edge.

  “Naw baby,” he drawled. “Remember rule number one? What was rule number one honey, or do you want your pussy slapped again?”

  Oh god, but the thought of having my clit smacked by this alpha only made me juice. I cursed my traitorous body, wishing that I was someone else, an ice queen with solid barriers. But my insides melted, pussy going hot and wet and immediately, I nodded.

  “The first rule is that baby never says no to Daddy,” I parroted obediently. “Baby never says no.”

  “That’s right,” he rasped, dark streaks across his cheekbones now. “And if Daddy wants to take his dick out for baby to suck, then baby does it. Got it?”

  There was no reply because I’d already sunk to my knees in front of him, wordlessly worshipping the hard dickshaft he’d pulled out. Oh god, what’s become of me? I’m such a slut around Donovan, I let him fuck me any way he wants at the drop of a hat. None of my questions were answered, I barely knew more about him than when we started, and yet here I was, a supplicant before that massive shaft.

  Because I wanted it, I wanted to feel him inside me, I wanted him to finish again, spraying my vaginal canal with his cum. I wanted the hot white to trickle out of my pussy, a goopy reminder of the alpha male I’d been with, whom I’d pleasured so good until he jizzed, giving me his sweet, hot DNA.

  So with wide brown eyes, I looked up at him, entranced.

  “Yes Daddy,” I murmured. “I’m ready,” I said, my pink pout already opening into a perfectly round “O.”

  But Donovan looked down at me, blue eyes aroused yet amused.

  “Naw baby, I like my girls to suck, but I like ‘em even better if they suck naked. You want that sweetheart? You wanna get naked before you taste Daddy’s dick?”

  My pussy juiced again, running hot and wet, quivering with anticipation and his nearness.

  “Yes, Daddy,” I said obediently, struggling to stand up again. “Yes, of course, Baby will obey.”

  With that, I slowly unbuttoned my cardigan, letting it drop limply to the floor before pulling the matching top over my head. But I’d done something different today. Instead of donning lingerie, I’d let my girls go free and now the Double D’s swung, pendulous and white before Donovan’s hungry gaze.

  “Daddy like?” I giggled, cupping one in my hand, wiggling my torso a bit so that they swung tantalizingly. “Daddy like?”

  “Oh yeah Daddy likes,” he growled, eyes ablaze. “Daddy fucking loves. But take it all off sweetheart, let Daddy see.”

  And giggling more, I undid the button on my skirt and slowly eased it over my hips, struggling a bit to get it down my big butt.

  “Oof!” I squealed, smiling at him as I got naked. “Oof, oof!” Because instead of my usual cotton undies, I’d put on a pair of silky, lacy panties instead, the pale pink color so innocent and soft hugging my hips. But right now, the light color only emphasized one thing – that I was completely drenched down below, the crotch completely soaked through with vaginal fluids.

  “Oh Daddy!” I mewled, shooting Donovan a flirtatious look. “Oh god, it feels good!” I murmured, stroking lightly between my thighs.

  And the big man watched mesmerized, staring as my clever fingers traced my labia through my panties, lightly grazing over the wet spot, the unmistakable aroma of aroused cunt wafting in the air. The alpha literally inhaled deeply, dick twitching as he watched me do my dirty dance, but Donovan shook his head again, blue eyes still focused on my twat.

  “Take it off baby,” he rasped, stroking his dick. “Take it all off and let me see.”

  But I wasn’t gonna take it off so slowly. The billionaire’s taught me a thing or two in our time together and I like to tease now, I like to make my man burn. So with one finger I traced down over my clit, lightly touching the hard nub before curving into the satin and slowly lifting it up and away from my pussy, pulling it to the side so that it bisected one big butt cheek. Only then was my cunt exposed, running hotly, the smell delicious and so strong now that it was an aphrodisiac in the air, enveloping us in pure lust.

  “Unnh Daddy,” I murmured, never breaking eye contact with him. “Unnnh feels good.”

  Because I was lightly teasing my clit with one finger, pressing down on the button and squirming as a result, making my boobs jiggle, the white flesh creamy and delicious. But Donovan is one dirty motherfucker and he gripped his shaft hard at the base before sliding off to the tip, stroking that fuck shaft and playing with the head.

  “Show me your clit baby girl,” he ground out. “Show it to Daddy.”

  And giggling, I obeyed. Reaching both hands between my legs, I put a finger on each pussy lip and smiled coyly, pulling my flesh apart. The big man literally spurted then, dick releasing a bit of cum, gloopy and hot.

  “Aw fuck, baby girl, aw fuck fuck fuck,” he groaned, hand moving like a piston up and down his shaf
t now. “Shit, what you do to me.”

  I giggled, pulling my labia even wider now, showing off my two-inch button, hard and engorged for his pleasure. But even more, I wanted to show where he belonged. I wanted to show him what was his, where “home” was to the big man and giggling once more, I spun in my heels so that my back was towards the big man. Leaning over, I shifted my panties to the side even more so that there was no cloth in the way and bent over. The massive expanse of my backside opened up, and I parted my legs to give him a better look.

  “See Daddy?” I asked breathily. “See how much I want you?”

  Because I wasn’t just giving him my pussy hole, I was giving him my asshole too. The pink parentheses of my cunt were perfect, wet and drooling with lust, the sacred space ready to be pummeled. And it was punctuated at the top with the brown, the dark star that was my secret, holy place, and I was a complete slut, holding my ass cheeks open so that Donovan could look right in, he could see exactly how much I wanted him.

  And with another giggle and coy shake of my hips, I did something that drove the big man over the edge. I clenched my internal muscles, and fuck, but my anus literally winked at him. It blinked and popped, beckoning, and I exaggerated the effect by pulling the darkness open, showing him the insides of my dark spot.

  “Oh yeah, Daddy,” I cooed coyly, looking up at him from between my legs. “Baby is Daddy’s butt slut, not just his pussy slut.”

  But what I hadn’t counted on was the urgency of the big man’s reaction because I’d thought he’d play with my ass a little, maybe finger my pussy before licking it and fucking in tight. Maybe even like last time, rotating between my two spaces, fucking into one and then the other. But instead, this was the play room, and suddenly it became clear why we were here.

  Because Donovan sprang forward and literally lifted me in his arms, depositing me on top of the washing machine. It was white and industrial-looking, just like any other, with the lid open and I struggled not to fall into the center space.

  “What!” I shrieked, shocked and surprised. I literally had both feet on each edge of the metal surface, barely balanced in my heels as Donovan supported me around the waist. “What the fuck Daddy? What’s going on?”

  I looked down into hole, which was empty, but Donovan didn’t pause to explain. Instead he reached behind me and pressed ‘ON’ with a hard grunt, the entire thing coming to life like a growling animal, thumping and bumping.

  I still didn’t get it, barely able to maintain my balance, still crouched above the open hole as the machine churned below me.

  “What the?” I gasped again. “Why are we doing thi-?”

  But my question was cut off because at that moment, Donovan whipped out a massive rubber dildo, huge and black, deliciously curved. My mouth fell open even as my pussy dripped. Was that going in me? What the hell was going on? Was I supposed to fuck the dildo as the surface below me bumped away?

  Evidently so, because with a hard thunk, Donovan slammed the dildo onto the center cone, the fake dick sticking up in the air.

  “Fuck that,” he ground out. “Fuck that with your slutty pussy.”

  I gaped, still barely able to keep my balance.

  “No Daddy!” I gasped. “How? I’m wearing heels and this is so unstable, this is so wrong!”

  He only growled again before pushing the off button. Thankfully, the machine stopped moving and I was able to catch my breath for a moment. But I’d made a mistake. I’d said “no” to Daddy, against the rules.

  “Fuck you,” he ground out, trailing a big finger between my legs, catching the drool at the bottom of my wet slit. “Fuck you, bitch.”

  And with that, he pulled me up a bit before nudging me forwards to lower me onto the dildo.

  “Unnh!” I squealed. “Oh my god, oh my god!”

  But there are no no’s, Donovan doesn’t even register the word anymore. And slowly, oh so slowly, he helped me shift downwards until the tip of the rubber toy just kissed my pussy lips.

  “Ohhh!” I squealed, labia quivering slightly, drooling with lust. Could this be really happening? Was I actually gonna fuck a dildo while straddling a washing machine? It was so fucking dirty but yet, it was absolutely happening. “Ohh, Daddy!”

  “That’s right,” Donovan ground out. “This is the Club and girls are here to serve. Now fucking serve.”

  And with that, the dildo slid up my vaginal canal, pussy spreading as it entered. Fuck, it felt amazing, the penetration so deep and thorough. I was astonished to actually be able to feel the vein in the rubber on the bottom, like it was a real dick entering my secret space, stretching my hole and making me love it.

  “Ohhh god,” I moaned again, eyes drifting shut as the massive toy made its way up my interior canal. “Fuck, this feels good.”

  “That’s right,” Donovan growled from in back of me, still helping to guide me. “And it only gets better honey because guess what? You’re going for a ride.”

  With no warning, the big man reached behind me and pushed the start button on the machine again. But fortunately, he’d put the setting on low, and this was no wild ride. Instead, the dildo began moving within my puss with slow, circular strokes, like it was on delicate cycle.

  “Unnh!” I squealed. “Oh god!”

  “That’s right,” Donovan rasped. “Let that slutty pussy get fucked.”

  I squatted there, legs wide as the toy churned away in my tiny twat. It was fucking amazing, the rubber hot and slick in my secret space, grazing against my clit on every forward thrust. But I wanted more, so tilting my hips forward, I tried to get more hardness in me, wriggling and mewling. Donovan sensed what I wanted immediately and pressed his advantage.

  “Baby want more fuck? Oh yeah, I think so, that slutty cunt is so damn wet.”

  And I moaned lustily because of course he was right. When I glanced between my legs, even I was shocked at the sight. I know I can get wet, I knew I was really turned on, yet this was something I’d never envisioned. Because it was so disgusting yet absolutely delicious. My pussy was completely fucked, lips hugging the huge toy, hungry and whory. But even more was the amount of juice slickly sliding down the rubber, there was so much cream that the liquid literally collected in the machine, an inch of the good stuff lining the bottom.

  “That’s right, fuck this, let’s take this to the max,” Donovan growled behind me. “Lift your butt up baby, let me see that pussy get pummeled.”

  And with a sigh that was more of a gasp, I did as he commanded. Bracing both hands on the flat surface in front of me, I leaned forwards so that my breasts swung pendulously, and tilted my ass. The growl in back was the indication that my position was perfect because the handsome male had a full view of the dildo sawing away in my wet folds. But what I didn’t anticipate was Donovan’s immediate reaction. Because he flicked the switch then, and the churning in my pussy became intense, the fucking machine on max.

  “Unnnh!” I squealed. “Oh SHIT!”

  I shouldn’t have been surprised because of course, this was gonna happen. Donovan is a harsh alpha male, with a take no prisoners approach, so of course he was gonna force me to ride with the volume on max. There was no soft introduction, no gentle release, he likes his girls dirty and fucked, every boundary broken. And the truth was I was only too happy to be his cumbucket. I’d come so far, getting into a strange car to see a strange man, and yet it was absolutely right. As my pussy was drilled hard, I lifted my ass higher to let the big man get his rocks off.

  “Fuck yeah,” he grunted, fisting his pole, eyes glued to where the machine thrusted into my flesh. “Fuck yeah.”

  But I’m a dirty girl. Even though it’s only been days since I was a virgin, I’ve developed by leaps and bounds and I wasn’t gonna let him get off easy. So as the machine pummeled away, I reached behind myself and flipped the switch onto delicate cycle.

  “Don’t worry Daddy,” I cooed between panting breaths, shooting the billionaire a coy glance. “I won’t let you down.” />
  Donovan merely grunted, not even lifting his gaze from my sloppy cunt, the dildo now pulsing with gentle waves.

  “You better not,” he grunted. “You better not, little fuckdoll.”

  And with a secret smile, I lifted my ass then. Slowly, the dildo fell out, reappearing slick and wet and disgusting from between my folds, but that was the point. Because what I was about to do required a lot of lube.

  “Mmm, Daddy,” I moaned, throwing my head back and gripping my breasts, squeezing the huge mounds. “Help me?”

  Donovan’s eyes practically popped out then, hand stilling on his fuckshaft. But he didn’t hesitate for a moment.

  “Fuck yeah,” he grunted. “Oh hell yeah.”

  Because slowly, the big man helped me move forwards until it was no longer my pussy positioned over the black dildo. Oh yeah, it was my ass.

  “Mmmph!” I shrieked as the wet, spongy head touched my anal hole. “Oh god!”

  This was so wrong. This was so fucking wrong. This was a vaginal sized dildo, ten inches and wide, not some small three-inch butt plug. But I was so turned on and besides, I wanted it. I wanted to show the billionaire what I could do, how I’d been transformed from good-girl librarian to full-on cumslut.

  “Yes,” I panted, taking a deep breath. “Yes … unnnh!”

  Because slowly, my butt descended on the massive fuckshaft. It pried my ass open, worming into my anal chamber, the stretch so tight and still a little uncomfortable. My eyes squeezed shut with agony but then Daddy came to the rescue because he slid a hand between my legs and rubbed my clit, playing with my hard nub. Oh god, the waves that pulsed through my pussy helped everything loosen, nips going hard, delicious spasms running through my cunt and ass.

  “Ohhh,” I moaned, head lolling on my shoulders at the dirty sensations. “Ohhh.”

  “That’s right, baby girl,” my lover rasped deep in his chest. “That’s right, show me what a butt slut you are.”

  And taking a deep breath, I obeyed. Slowly, thighs burning, I pushed myself down, anus stretching to accommodate the massive toy. My butt hole burned and yet it was so good. I was doing this for Donovan, and my body loosened, slowly letting the toy creep up inch by inch.