Not Her Billionaire (The Jack Kemble Duet Book 1)

by Sky Corgan

  When I got back to his parents' house, I noticed that my phone had several more missed calls and text messages from Liam. My coming home for those short few days when I escaped from the BDSM school seemed to have affected him greatly.

  “Why haven't you answered any of my calls?” he asked. “I miss you,” said another. “Please, call me. We need to talk.”

  I sighed, setting my phone down on the bedside table. It upset me to know that I had hurt him by leaving, but there was nothing I could do. Things were the way they needed to be, and there was nothing left to talk about.

  I knew it was cruel, but I went back to my plan of not talking to Liam until after the wedding. Maybe if I didn't respond, he'd get the hint that he needed to move on.

  Friday had finally come, and I was looking forward to spending my weekend with Jack. He had bought us tickets to see the Blue Man Group, but what I was more excited about came afterward.

  Naked and tied to the bed in his dungeon, I felt more alive than I ever did during daylight hours. It was as if my senses were heightened, receptive to whatever Jack was willing to throw my way.

  Tonight, he teased me with a thin plastic vibrator. I wondered what the purpose of it was, considering that he had such a magnificent cock to use in its place. Patiently, I lie while Jack probed inside of me with the toy. It seemed like he was getting more pleasure out of it than I was, watching as it violated my opening. His gaze was ever on my pussy as he pulled the vibrator out and then plunged it in again. Occasionally, he would rotate it around inside of me, sending shivers of pleasure through my body as it touched my inner walls. I wanted to tell him that I'd rather it be his cock, but I knew better than to speak out of turn. Jack had well established that rule already. When he was done fucking me with the toy and pulled it out, I was embarrassed to see a sheen of milky white juices covering it.

  “Nice and wet,” he commented, licking the vibrator clean. My cheeks flushed from just watching him, and I felt almost guilty for spitting the night before.

  After putting the toy away, Jack returned with what appeared to be a back massager. It was a wand with a thick round white massaging head and a long cord that plugged into the wall. My body jolted as he turned it on, the sound of strong vibrations filling the room.

  “This is going to be intense,” he warned before pressing it against my cunt.

  Intense was an understatement. My eyes widened as it quickly overstimulated my sensitive clit. I squirmed under the pressure of it, but Jack refused to let up, pressing the thick white head between my pussy lips so that it could massage my most sensitive parts.

  Within minutes, I was gasping for breath as the device sent me over the edge, forcing my clit to contract with almost unbearable pleasure. I was embarrassed to have come so soon, but Jack didn't seem to mind. What had taken me at least seven minutes to accomplish the night before with my own hand, the back massager had accomplished in less than two.

  “That's usually a favorite,” Jack said, pulling the massager away to grin at it.

  “I can see why,” I panted, trying to hide a scowl at the thought that he had probably used it on other girls before me. How else would he know it was a favorite?

  “No talking,” he warned.

  To my surprise, Jack unfastened all of my restraints, and for a moment, I thought our session was over. Then he pulled me up into a sitting position and urged me onto all fours.

  I waited expectantly with my butt in the air as I felt Jack move in behind me. With more gentleness than he showed with the toy, he pressed his glans inside, then bucked forward until he was filling me completely. It felt different being taken in such a way, almost animalistic. There was a strange disconnection from not being able to see Jack's face, and I quickly decided that it wasn't my favorite position. Still, I stayed in place, enjoying the feel of him fucking me. His hands curled around my hips as he slammed into me again and again, using me for his pleasure.

  After a few minutes, he pulled out, and my breath hitched as I felt a droplet of spit land heavily on my asshole. Holy crap, I thought in an instant of panic. He can't possibly be thinking of . . .

  Without waiting for my reaction, I felt Jack's glans press against my vulnerable opening, then with a grunt, he pushed inside. My whole body tensed at the unexpected intruder, and Jack groaned as my ass clenched around his cock, strangling it.

  I felt too full, like Jack's dick had spread me to my breaking point. Everything burned as he began thrusting. Red, my mind screamed out, but my lips remained silent, hoping that the pain would melt away into pleasure as it had when he'd taken me from the front for the first time.

  While the discomfort never left, the pain did subside once the juices from Jack's cock worked to lubricate my hole better. With each thrust, Jack groaned, and I couldn't help but wonder if he liked fucking me in the ass more than he did in my cunt. He was certainly being much more vocal than usual.

  It felt strange knowing that in less than a week I had allowed Jack to violate every part of me. Now, there wasn't an erotic hole in my body that hadn't been claimed by him. It was a nastily pleasurable thought.

  Jack took his time fucking me, changing pace and varying his thrusts. After a few minutes inside my ass, he'd switch to fucking my pussy again, sending torrents of pleasure through my body. At one point, he pulled me back against him, squeezing my breasts while he teased my nipples between his fingertips. I thought I was going to lose it, but before I had a chance to come, he pushed me back down onto the bed, pulling my ass up against him with so much force that he practically impaled me on his cock. I cried out in pain, and in seconds, I was drooling against the pillow below helplessly as he fucked me like a carnal beast.

  It quickly became apparent that tonight was about his pleasure. My ass was Jack's reward, and he took it with all the vigor of the world, fucking me until I was practically crying from the bliss of it.

  He picked up the pace, and I did my best to stand my ground as he pounded into me until I thought he would die from panting so hard. With a guttural moan, Jack drove his cock deep into my ass, filling me to the brim with come. I gasped from the shock of it, the fact that he had come inside of me.

  “Oh yeah,” he sighed, thrusting until his cock was drained completely. “Don't move,” Jack said as he pulled out, and I somehow knew that he was watching his juices leak out of me. My cheeks flushed at the thought of how inappropriate I must look.

  When he was well satisfied, Jack slid off of the bed to go get a towel. I stayed in position, with my ass up in the air, until he returned. Very carefully, he wiped the come off of my ass and cunt.

  It felt strange standing up. I could still feel Jack's semen inside of me, and some even dribbled out, running down my leg. Definitely shower time.

  “How was it?” Jack asked.

  “Different,” I admitted.

  “Did you like it?”

  “I'm not very fond of anal, if that's what you're wondering.”

  “Hm,” he replied thoughtfully. I expected him to follow it up with a 'you'll get used to it,' but he didn't mention it further.

  Jack wrapped his arms around me, placing a gentle kiss on the back of my head. “I love you,” he whispered into my ear, and I swooned from his words, anxiously awaiting the day that I wouldn't have to leave him after our passionate love-making. The back and forth was starting to wear on me, but I knew Jack would be worth the wait in the end. He had proven that to me.

  The next day, Jack and I went for a walk in Central Park. We strolled along hand in hand, watching squirrels scurry up trees and ducks splashing in one of the ponds. It was perfectly romantic, and I couldn't be happier.

  In the afternoon, we returned to Jack's parents' mansion for dinner. There was an extra car in the driveway, but I didn't think much of it. Jack's mother was rather fond of entertaining guests, though rarely did she invite them over for dinner.

  When we walked into the living room, my breath hitched as my eyes landed on a very familiar face. Liam was si
tting with Jack's parents, laughing over some witty joke that he no doubt had just told.

  “Melita.” Liam stood to greet me.

  Jack looked puzzled as Liam embraced me, and I instantly tensed up. Everything in me wanted to grab Liam by the arm, pull him aside, and ask what in the hell he was doing there.

  “Your friend was just telling us about life in Texas,” Mrs. Kemble said to me with an excited smile. I couldn't help but wonder what he had said that they found so amusing. Probably, something embarrassing about me.

  “I just came into town on business and thought I would drop by,” Liam said innocently.

  There was no question in my mind that was a lie. First off, I knew damn well that Liam had no business in New York. And second, I hadn't told him where I was staying. He must have weaseled the information out of my mother or abused his power as a lawyer to look up Jack's parents' address.

  “So nice to see you,” I replied between clenched teeth.

  “And you must be Jack.” Liam pulled away from me to shake Jack's hand. His tone changed, and I could see the look of hatred in his eyes, though I was almost certain it was undetectable to anyone but me.

  “You are?” Jack asked suspiciously.

  “I'm Liam, Melita's best friend. Did she not mention me?”

  Oh God, Liam, keep your damn mouth shut, I begged silently. Things were getting tense fast as Jack began putting the pieces together. Soon, he would realize that this wasn't just a friendly visit. If Liam had come all the way from Texas, it could only mean one thing. He had come to take me back.

  “I apologize, but Melita didn't tell me that her best friend was a man,” Jack said with more grace than I would have been able to muster in such a situation. His eyes softened, and he placed a protective hand around my waist.

  “Funny, she told me everything about you.” Liam's words had a bitter finish, slicing through Jack's false pretense. He turned to me before things could escalate any further. “I thought we could go have lunch tomorrow. My treat.”

  I felt stuck. It didn't matter if I said yes or no, someone was going to end up ticked off. Although I was loyal to Jack, I knew it wasn't fair for Liam to travel over eighteen hundred miles and not get the answers he came for.

  “Lunch would be fine,” I replied finally.

  Jack turned to me. “We have plans tomorrow, remember?”

  He was lying. The only thing on our agenda was attending a social gathering, but that wasn't until five o'clock. It was a warning for me not to go.

  “We don't have plans until five o'clock.” I stood my ground.

  Jack surrendered with a sigh. “Make sure you're back on time.”

  Liam smiled, pleased. “Well, I won't keep you kind folks any longer.”

  “Won't you stay for dinner?” I heard Mrs. Kemble ask, and I didn't have to look at Jack to know that he was silently cursing her.

  For a moment, Liam pondered the idea, but after seeing the desperate look on my face, he respectfully declined. I couldn't have been happier to usher him out of the house. Just when things were going so well for Jack and me, Liam had to show up, threatening all the progress we had made.

  Dinner felt tense, but I knew that the tension was only between Jack and I. He hardly looked at me the entire meal, as if it was my fault for Liam showing up.

  After dinner, I walked out onto the balcony, hoping he would follow me so that we could talk about it. Luckily, he didn't disappoint, strolling up beside me and jamming his hands in his pockets. I glanced up at him, but he refused to look at me, his eyes ever on the scenic view before us.

  “That's the man you're in love with, isn't it?” he asked.

  “I don't know if I'm in love with him or not.” I sighed.

  “Do you love me?”

  I thought about it for a few moments. Jack and I had only known each other for a couple of weeks, but I had grown a lot closer to him. There were moments when I thought that I loved him, when his words and actions made me swoon, the same that Liam's had on many occasions.

  The two of them were so different, I realized. Jack was confident on the outside but somehow vulnerable behind closed doors. He tried to be everything that everyone wanted him to be. Only when we were away from the paparazzi did Jack feel free to be himself. I still wasn't really sure who he was behind it all. Since coming to New York, I felt like I had seen so many different sides of him.

  Liam was steady and stable, a kind romantic with a passion for life. Did I love him? Yes, definitely. But I wasn't sure if I was in love with him. We had so much history together, and I knew him from the inside out, the same way he knew me. There was no mystery behind the things that Liam said or did.

  “I don't know,” I admitted finally. Jack had told me that he loved me on several occasions, but I never said it back to him. It had always been such a sacred word to me, only to be said if I truly meant it.

  He sighed. “I suppose you wouldn't. You've only known me for a short time. How long have you known him?”

  “Since I was four years old.” My mind drifted through all the memories of our happy childhood together, and my eyes involuntarily began to water at the thought that I would have to choose between them.

  “What if I told you that I don't want you to see him tomorrow? Would you go anyway?” Jack's tone stiffened, and I feared his anger if I told him the truth.

  “He didn't come here on business. He came here to see me. And I can't let him leave without the answers he came for.”

  “Why not? There's only one answer. You're mine. You're going to be my wife, and that's the end of it.” Jack turned away and walked back inside, as cold as ice.

  I stood out on the balcony for a while longer, hugging myself as the tears came down. It felt like everything Jack and I had worked towards was dashed away in a matter of minutes.

  He had gotten so possessive the second that he figured out who Liam was. From gripping my waist to this new declaration, I couldn't help but wonder if this was yet another side of Jack Kemble. I had never seen him jealous before, but he obviously was, and I couldn't tell if it was because he thought of me as a possession or truly the love of his life. If only I could see inside his head, it would make things so much easier.

  Jack was so upset that he didn't even come to tell me goodbye before he left. I had to listen to the heart-wrenching sound of his tires screeching as he pulled out of the driveway to know that he had gone. Perhaps he knew I would hear it—knew I would take it as another sign of his discontent.

  It was a sleepless night leading into a day of nervousness. Jack avoided me by not even bothering to come to his parents' house before it was time for Liam to pick me up. I couldn't tell if I was happy about that or sad. At least, it kept Liam and Jack from bumping into each other again.

  “Are you ready?” Liam asked as I opened the door to him. He wore an ear to ear grin, which I was sure was all for show for Jack's parents, doing his best to seem as innocent as possible, not letting on that he was actually a predator seeking to steal their son's fiancé.

  “As ready as I'll ever be,” I sighed as I pushed past him.

  For a moment, I hesitated to get into the car with him, in fear that he might keep driving all the way back to Texas. It was just my paranoia getting the best of me, though. Liam wasn't like that—wasn't that desperate.

  “He's very . . . pretty.” Liam grinned to himself as he started the engine.

  “He is,” I admitted, though I somehow knew that wasn't a compliment.

  “I can't help but wonder which one of you spends more time getting ready in the morning.” Liam struck another jab.

  “He's practically a celebrity. It's important that he look his best at all times. Maybe you could take some direction from him.” I smiled playfully, trying not to seem hostile.

  “I rather like my balls,” Liam replied, and then he was silent until we pulled up to a small café down the street.

  It was the simplest dining experience I'd had since coming to New York. There w
as nothing more complicated on the menu than a muffuletta sandwich. I decided to stick with trusty old turkey on wheat. It hadn't done me wrong so far.

  We slid into a booth at the far side of the café, away from other diners. Liam seemed more focused on digging into his meatball sub than talking, so I followed his lead, scarfing down my sandwich in preparation for the heated discussion to come. Although my stomach was twisted in knots, I surprisingly hadn't lost my appetite. I had never been uncomfortable eating around Liam, though, no matter what the circumstances.

  “So you're really going to marry that princess?” Liam asked after he had finished his sandwich.

  “I really wish you'd quit demasculinizing him.”

  “I don't have to demasculize him. He does it to himself.” Liam smirked.

  “Like you're the personification of manliness?” I glared at him.

  “One of my biceps is bigger than his entire torso.” Liam pointed at his arm as if I needed a visual reference.

  “That doesn't make you manlier.” I couldn't help but laugh at his ridiculous pride for being ripped.

  “My cock is probably bigger too.”

  “Liam!” I gasped.

  “Well,” he paused, “want to compare?”

  “Oh my God, shut up.” I burst out laughing.

  “It's good to see you smile,” he said, returning to a serious demeanor, and my heart melted. For as much of a dick as he was being, I knew that his intentions were innocent.

  We fell into silence, and I could sense all the things he wanted to say but was too scared to.

  “How's your family?” I asked, trying to break the tension.

  “Good. They're good.” He nodded.

  “You didn't come here on business, did you?”

  “I actually did,” he replied, and my heart sank with sudden unmerited disappointment. Perhaps Liam was just here for a friendly visit after all, and all the tension between Jack and I had been pointless.

  “Well, I'm glad you stopped by to see me,” I told him, though I wasn't sure if it was a lie or not.

  “I couldn't possibly come to New York without seeing you, especially when I wasn't sure if you were alright or not.”