Chapter 7
Trina
The mirror in front of my bed shows me a girl—no, a woman—who is completely and thoroughly satisfied. Under the thin, gold robe I wear, my body looks lush and ripe, not the “fat” I usually think it is. My huge boobs look sexy and a little bruised from Grayson’s kisses. My nipples are hard and the passion burns from his stubble are all over my skin. The curve of my stomach feels sexy and soft. And the pussy that had never felt a man’s cock until now is sore and satisfied.
In the mirror, my reflection blushes.
I turn away and pull the soft, golden robe more securely over my shoulders and breasts. The cloth rubs my nipples and my pussy clenches from the delicious stimulation. Again, I feel a rush of color in my cheeks.
Shameless. That’s what I feel.
But what I should be is scared out of my mind. Because the room I’ve been sleeping in for two nights now is obviously part of some sort of compound. It’s hidden in plain sight from the rest of New York and somehow accessible through the maze-like corridors originating in the Midtown office where I interviewed. It goes to show how powerful and secretive the Billionaires Club is.
After all, the name pretty much says it all, right? These men are each worth at least ten figures. That sum of money blows my mind, but it means that they’re able to buy anything and everything that secures their privacy and property.
It doesn’t make any logical sense though. I mean, who creates a secret compound in the middle of New York unless they’re trying to hide something super crazy and maybe even illegal? Plus, all these well-dressed, ice cold blondes running around? It’s like a bad James Bond movie.
So yes, I should be frightened to death. I’m practically a prisoner in a place I don’t even know. But after the amazing night I had with Grayson Knight, my body is more alive than it’s ever been. And I still can’t believe the dinner I had with him, the special treatment from such a powerful man. I feel almost like a princess in a fairy tale. One who has lots of hot sex, though.
That caveat makes me smile secretly to myself because last night was amazing. After I came hard on the couch, we moved to his bed. There, he ate my pussy until I shattered again and, while my pussy was still creaming from the cum, Grayson put me on my hands and knees and took me doggy style. It was hard and fast and oh, so hot! Even the pain from my first time gave me pleasure. With his massive cock in my twat, I screamed mindlessly, adoring every moment of it. Shameless. That’s what I am around this man, and a blush lights up my skin again.
No, a prisoner wouldn’t happily worship her captor the way I did last night with Grayson. Besides, how much of a prisoner am I if Grayson and his gorgeous female minions let me call Nana and Mickey anytime I want? And how much danger can I be in when the man holding the keys to my cell makes me feel so safe and beautiful, so free even if technically, I’m confined?
And speaking of Nana and Mickey, I need to call them to let them know how I’m doing and to reassure them that I’m fine.
I clear my throat and sit up in bed, trying not to look or feel sexy. Nana might know just from the sound of my voice what I’d been doing last night by using her grandmother powers. And this morning, come to think of it.
Idiot, there’s no way she can tell that you’ve been making love non-stop, the voice in my head chides. Still, I shudder just at the thought of her knowing about my night of passion.
Okay. Let’s just do it.
I pick up the phone and dial the number to our landline in the Bronx.
Nana answers on the second ring. “Oh, Trina! Mickey and I were getting worried.” In the background, I can hear my little brother. For once, he’s not coughing. Instead, he’s saying something I can’t make out too clearly. Whatever it is, he sounds excited and that makes me smile.
“I left a message for you last night, Nana.”
“Yes, I heard it. That you have another interview, a third one you said?” Doubt threads through her voice.
My fingers cross as I launch into the lie that now seemed to keep growing more complicated. “Yes. The job is very competitive and they just want to get a good look at me, I guess.” I suppose that’s not a complete fib.
Through the phone, Nana snorts. Oh my god! Does she suspect something? I hold my breath.
“Just be careful, honey. There are a lot of big city fast-talkers down there in Manhattan. Don’t fall for any of their fast-talking.” It sounds like she’s about to wag her finger at me, something she’s done a million times before. “You’re a good girl. Just keep your head on straight and everything will be all right.”
How do I tell her I’m not a good girl anymore? I spread my legs for a billionaire and I loved every second of it. And even worse, the moment he gives me the chance to do it again, I’ll be more than ready.
“It’s okay, Nana. I’m being very careful. If things work out the way I plan, then we won’t have to worry about money for a while. Okay?”
But Nana is silent for a long moment. When she speaks again, her voice is shaky. “Don’t think you have to do just about anything to keep us out of the poorhouse, Trina. No matter what, we’ll be okay. We stick together, you hear?s”
I bite my lip to stop myself from bursting out with the truth. We won’t be okay if we carry on like we’ve been. Mickey needs medicine and I’ve noticed how fewer and fewer vegetables end up in the kitchen. We can’t afford them anymore. Tears burn my eyes and flow down my face. But no, I’ll let Nana speak her piece.
“Trina, my dear,” Nana continues, “don’t do anything down there in that big city you can’t be proud of when you’re back up here with me and Mickey, okay? We love you.”
Selling myself to a bunch of billionaires may not be something I will be proud of in the long run, but if it helps Nana and Mickey, that’s all I need to keep my head help up high. Taking care of my family is more important than anything else. My body doesn’t matter. And certainly not my pride.
Twisting the fabric of my robe between nervous fingers, I imagine myself on the auction block. It couldn’t be any different than when I got on that dais in front of Grayson and slipped off the golden dress. Only in the future, it’ll be other men looking at me and touching me. I’m willing to suffer through that so that my little brother can get his medicine and my Nana can enjoy her old age without stress. “I won’t do anything that won’t let me look myself in the eye, Nana. Don’t you worry,” is my soft promise.
More silence. It’s like she can read my mind and already knows what I’m doing here. But the important thing is that she isn’t trying to stop me.
We talk for a few minutes longer, then I chat with Mickey about his schoolwork and the giant kite he wants for his next birthday. I promise him we’ll get him the biggest kite there ever was and fly it all over Central Park.
After we hang up, I feel even more determined about what I’m doing. Nana will understand it all in the end. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself. Especially because right now, despite what might happen with other men in the Billionaire’s Club, I’m happy. And I’m halfway in love with Grayson Knight already, despite only having met him.
A sigh escapes my lips.
Just the sound of his name on my lips makes my entire body ache, and in the sexiest way. With a shake of my head, I dismiss the call with my Nana. I’m helping her and Mickey and that’s that.
For now, I need to go take a shower. Rousing myself, I step ito the en suite bathroom. After spending the night in his bed and waking up to another round of amazing sex, Grayson dropped me back off at my room. That was only thirty minutes ago and all I’ve done since then is stare at myself like an idiot and relive those amazing hours we spent getting to know each other’s bodies, our loving hard, hot and heavy between the silken sheets.
More. Oh, God. I just want more.
Shaking my head at how greedy I am, I take off my robe before stepping into the shower. Hot water. Scented soap. The light sound of music from the speakers piping satellite radio into th
e bathroom at the touch of a button on the built-in MP3 player. This is the life.
The water feels so good on my skin. Seductive and delicious. Washing over my curves like a warm tongue. Hmm. I lift my leg on the edge of the tub to run the washcloth over my skin.
Plop! Oh my goodness. A glob of cum trickles from between my legs and disperses in the water pouring down from above.
Oh my God! It’s Grayson’s come. How could I forget? I’ve been so busy making goo-goo eyes at myself in the mirror that I forgot some really, really important stuff. Like the fact that Grayson and I didn’t use protection when we made love. And I’m not on any birth control either.
Could that really mean anything?
My fingers explore between my legs. The soreness. The sticky remains of pleasure from Grayson’s touch. Oh, God. He wasn’t even supposed to touch me, right? Wasn’t I some sort of special catch for being a virgin? I shake that thought away, freaking out about the matter at hand. Because I’m a curvy girl, ripe and fertile, and Grayson and I made love multiple times last night, the man bathing me in his seed again and again.
I stand frozen under the water, unable to move.
At the doctor’s check-up from a couple of days ago, the doctor gave me a packet of birth control pills with strict orders to start immediately. But I didn’t take any of it. There’s no point. At least, there wasn’t at the time because I didn’t understand why they wanted me to be on it. Plus, I don’t like birth control—I heard the chemicals do all kinds of bad things to a woman’s body.
Now I know, though. It’s so super obvious. Water splatters around me. It’s still scalding hot, but suddenly I’m freezing.
Because the doctor must have known Grayson was going to fuck me, or at least, he suspected it. Why, though, when Grayson wasn’t even supposed to touch me? Was it for after the auction? But then why would they want me to start the pills immediately? I’m so confused and lost, my mind a whirling mass. What in the world is going on?
Maybe, just maybe, Grayson’s as helpless to the attraction between us just like I am. He looks at me like he actually cares. He asked about my past, and when I told him about Nana and Mickey, he was really concerned and sympathetic. He’s even going to let me put some plants in his room to make it more welcoming, for God’s sake! Who the hell lets a stranger do that?
“He likes me.” The words reverberate between the walls of the shower. “He likes me a lot.”
I love how things are between us, and even being kept here in this high tower doesn’t faze me at this point. I’m embracing all that’s happened so far. This is a wild adventure that’s turned me into a sexy, uninhibited woman who spreads her thighs on command for a dark billionaire. A sexy man who makes me cum hard enough to almost pass out. I love it all. And yet, I know I’m living a fantasy.
Because now, I admit that I don’t want to leave this place. Grayson is exciting and sexy. And I’ve transformed into a woman I don’t even recognize. I’ve taken up with a hot billionaire, at one point begging for his thick pole inside my virgin pussy. I’m still sore and achy from taking his massive length, and yet, I’m looking forward to what’s next. More of his huge cock. More of his deep voice whispering how much he wants me. Even more of his seed in my secret spot, creamy and oh so virile.
Be careful, an inner voice cautions me. You don’t know what you’re into here.
But I push it away. That voice belongs to the Trina who used to dream of being rescued by her parents. A naive and timid girl, and for better or worse, I’m not that girl anymore. The Trina of right now wants more. And that includes eagerly experiencing up everything that Grayson Knight has to offer…especially the pleasure and love he offers.
With a smile, I close my eyes and arch my head back under the warm and steady pulse of the shower. I can’t wait to see him again. He’s changed my world … and now, there’s no going back.
Chapter 8
Grayson
“Yes, the girls are ready to go.” I switch the cell phone to my other ear and pull a royal blue button-down shirt from the closet. “The latest batch will be at the mansion by tonight.”
On the other end of the phone, Royce grunts and I hear a computer keyboard clicking away. “Good. I hear from Marian that there are some good ones on the way. A particularly curvy one,” he adds.
My hand tightens fiercely on the shirt and a bad feeling throbs in my chest. Did Marian tell him about Trina?
Obviously, my sweet girl is the only truly prime female in the bunch, but I don’t want the others to know that. Sure, the other girls are gorgeous too. Thick and ripe in all the right places—even a few virgins. But none of them are as sweet and delicious as Trina.
Except that I’m not supposed to know this. I wasn’t supposed to touch Trina, leaving her pure for the auction. And yet, I’ve done a lot more than touch. I’ve stroked the soft petals of her pussy, licked her nipples, and finally thrust my dick into her again and again, the girl crying out my name as she shattered all over my cock. Yeah, I’ve made a real mess of thingss. But Royce has no idea, and I’m not about to tell him.
“I think you’ll be more than pleased with what’s coming your way,” I say casually. “We never had a better crop.”
“Good.” More clicking on the keyboard. “We’ll see you at the next meeting in a few days.”
Shit! I’d better practice my poker face before I get in front of these guys. No way can they find out about Trina and what I’m doing with her—assuming they don’t know about her already. “Of course.” I hang up the phone, throw it on the bed, and toss the button-down aside.
I walk shirtless from the closet, already dressed in jeans and Italian ankle boots. My bare, muscled chest gleams in the clean overhead light. I run a hand over my chest, hard six-pack, and the V cut of hard muscle that disappears into my slacks.
Over the past couple of days, I haven’t been making time for the gym. Not that a day or two makes that much of a difference when you’re this cut. But I don’t regret any of the time since I spent it with Trina because it was totally worth it. Just thinking about her makes me smile and my dick hard.
I pick a light gray shirt at random and roll up the sleeves slightly above my forearms, showing off strong veins, dark hair, and the muscles I’ve seen Trina staring at. The guy in the mirror looks almost happy, come to think of it. All because of Trina. Talking with her, laughing with her, and sharing the little things about my day has rocked my world.
Shit, I’m so gone for Trina. It’s gonna be hard to let her go when the time comes.
I stand stock still in front of the mirror. Let her go?
The man in the mirror suddenly looks angry, his face twisting into the scary snarl of a rabid animal. His teeth flash like he’s ready to tear something apart with them. Electric blue eyes grow ice cold.
Okay. Chill. I breathe through the rage burning in my veins. No sense in getting upset yet. Right?
My anger subsides somewhat, but the reason for it is still there—the very idea of Trina leaving my side and being put on the auction block.
I don’t want her to leave. It’s stupid, and I know that more than anyone. The Billionaires Club isn’t going to love the idea of me calling first dibs on the goods. Hell, it’s more than first dibs. I helped myself to Trina, enjoying her curvy form and breathing in her precious female scent.
Besides, Trina isn’t just “goods.” She’s way more than that. And deep in my heart, I know she’s not for my brothers either because I want her for myself. Mine.
What the hell is wrong with me? The game I’m playing is a dangerous one. I’ve never been so possessive before. Never thought of endangering my position in the Billionaires Club for a woman. Usually I just use the ladies, and leave them, easy as pie. That’s why the auction service through the Billionaires Club works well for me. Or at least it used to.
Goddamit. I don’t even know when these feelings for her started. Maybe it was the second I laid eyes on her. She just looked like a woodland animal wh
o wandered by accident into the big, bad city. She seemed so out of her element. So lost, sexy, and innocent all at once.
Knowing what I do now, I couldn’t have resisted her even if I tried.
Because it’s been more than a couple rolls in the hay. Yesterday morning before I left for the office, I invited her to have breakfast with me, this time on the rooftop terrace overlooking the city just the two of us.
“Oh my god, Grayson! This is beautiful,” she whispered, enjoying the view I take for granted every day. “This has to be the most perfect place to have breakfast. Look at the river!”
It was early. The sun rose over the city with a soft blush across the sky, threading the clouds with gold and amber. In the delicate light, the city looked brand new. Almost virginal. That was what I’d wanted Trina to see. So I took a chance that she was early riser and asked her to eat with me.
I’m glad I did.
While we ate, she devoured her meal as usual. Whipped cream smeared her lips before she licked it off. Maple syrup glistened on her soft fingers. For her, the pancakes were the perfect finger food. She rolled them between her fingers and dipped them into the bowl of syrup, then the whipped cream, and then slipped them between her lips. Completely innocent. Completely sexy.
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