VIP: Taken By the Billionaire

by Tasha Fawkes

“Five thousand dollars,” the charming British gentleman says without hesitation. “And there’s no obligation for any physical acts – beyond using your senses, of course.”

  The thought of five thousand dollars – my own five thousand dollars – almost takes my feet out from under me. That’s a life-changing figure to my current state. That’s a new apartment, a whole new beginning! I could even help my–

  To my surprise, Aria begins to become leery. “Maybe this isn’t a good idea,” she says and grabs my arm to go.

  “It has to be both of you,” the man says bluntly.

  “Aria.” I pull her aside, unable to believe that I’m the one trying to talk her into doing this. “I don’t know about you, but I sure as fuck could use that money. What’s the worst that could happen? If it’s gross, we’ll leave.”

  Aria chews her pouty bottom lip. “I suppose an extra five grand wouldn’t hurt. Fine. Let’s do it.”

  The man grins at us.

  “Can I see him first?” I ask before I can stop myself. Damn alcohol.

  “That would ruin the entire purpose of the Pure Sensations room,” he points out with a smile.

  “Of course it would,” I mumble under my breath as I allow them to lead the way.

  We follow him into a dressing room. It’s filled with every outfit and toy I’ve ever imagined – and some new ones I’ve never seen before.

  “Feel free to bring anything you like with you as you enter the Pure Sensations room through the door on the right.” He points to a door that’s a deep red color.

  It looks expensive…and possibly soundproof. The whole concept still makes me wary despite the incentive. The gentleman leaves Aria and me to look around.

  “Well…I don’t know about you, but I’m bringing protection.” Aria grabs a whip.

  I roll my eyes and snatch the first piece of lingerie that might fit me. “Let’s get dressed and get this over with.”

  “Such enthusiasm,” Aria says sarcastically but picks out an outfit for herself.

  Moments later, we stand before the red door together. Her negligee matches the color, while my basic white lace seems plain in comparison. I remind myself that no one can see us and that helps a little.

  “Ready?” she asks me.

  “Does it matter?” I ask, but it’s too late. The door opens, and Aria is lost somewhere in the blackness inside.

  “Daniela! Get in here and shut the door!” Aria’s voice calls out in a loud whisper.

  I comply by taking one little step inside and shutting the door tightly behind me. At this moment, I wish I’d also picked out a whip – anything to keep my hands busy. Instead, I wring them together nervously.

  There’s literally no light. I can’t see a thing. It causes anxiety to shoot through my chest, but it’s paired with a twinge of excitement.

  “Flowers and mint?” I say to no one in particular as the scents envelop my nose.

  “It enhances your senses,” Aria’s voice explains from the darkness in front of me. “Come here, Daniela. There’s no need to be nervous.”

  I cautiously make my way through the darkness towards the sound of her voice. I feel my leg brush against something warm. “Aria?” I ask softly.

  A slight growl is my only response. I know it’s not Aria, but somehow it’s the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard. It emboldens me, and I drop to my knees. I can’t see anything – only I’m not so naïve that I don’t recognize the feel of a man’s thigh. I give in and allow my hands to roam.

  It seems both of them take my actions as an okay to move forward. Soon my tits are out, and strange firm hands massage them. I gasp as another pair of hands, smaller and softer, begin to massage my ass. Soon, one finds its way to my clit, and I almost cry out from the sensations taking me over.

  Before I realize what is happening, I find myself on my back. I can’t even tell who’s doing what, but it all feels amazing. Someone goes down on me with a type of enthusiasm I’ve never experienced before. Then a set of lips meet my mouth. The kiss takes my breath away. It’s a very masculine mouth and a very masculine kiss, leaving me to realize that it’s Aria bringing my pussy to orgasm. I cry out into this strange man’s mouth, once – twice – before my body’s done shuddering its release.

  My orgasm gives me a confidence I lacked before. I allow my fingers to roam freely. Feeling brazen, I grab this stranger’s hard cock and guide it to my mouth. I suck and lick while I feel my pussy drip. As I pleasure him, my hand explores Aria’s softness. I tweak her nipples – so much as I had my own earlier – before I abandon them and find my way to her center. I’ve never touched another vagina before but treat it as I would my own. I must do a good job because Aria screams out her release in mere seconds.

  “I’d like one thing,” a husky voice says when silence settles over us again. “Before I fuck you both, I want you to kiss.”

  Part of my emotional wall shoots back up. “But I’ve never…you can’t even see–”

  “I don’t have to see it to know that it happened,” the voice says, the tone strong and commanding.

  Aria seems enthusiastic as she sidles up next to me and cradles my head in her hand. “Shh, I won’t hurt you, baby,” she whispers, her mouth close to mine.

  There on my knees, for the very first time, I allow a woman to kiss me. Where he was firm, she’s gentle. She coaxes my mouth open with her tongue. She tastes sweet, and I find myself opening to her even more. When our mouths separate, she kisses her way down my chest.

  A pair of strong hands on my hips almost makes me jump, but instead, I instinctively rock back. I let out a moan as this stranger’s cock is firmly seated inside me. It takes a moment to adjust to his size, which he allows before he begins to thrust.

  God, it feels so fucking good. This man’s weight, his throbbing cock burying itself deep inside me, hitting some magic spot I’d heard of but have never experienced.

  “Reach out and finger fuck her for me. I want to make you come together.”

  I do as I’m told. On the brink of another massive orgasm, it doesn’t even occur to me to not do what he wants.

  His pace increases, and I match my finger’s thrusts to his own. As I scream out my climax, so does Aria. Seconds later, the man pounds into me a last time and growls through his own release. Suddenly he’s gone, as are his hands from my hips. I feel strangely empty and content all at the same time as I lie on the floor and attempt to catch my breath.

  “That was amazing,” Aria says breathlessly.

  “It was,” I agree honestly.

  A quick knock sounds on the door before it opens slightly. “Time’s up, ladies.” A voice calls in. Oh, yay. Mr. British is back again.

  He leaves the door open, I assume so we can find our way out – which we do. Once we clean up and change, we exit the dressing room through the non-red door. Mr. British awaits us.

  “This way, ladies.”

  He escorts us to a bar area. Another drink sounds good, so I quickly order one. It’s amazing how great sex can work up a thirst.

  Aria looks at me with a huge smile, and I can’t help but blush. “I’ve never done anything like that before,” I confess.

  “It’s okay,” Aria assures me. “I’m not gay, Daniela, I’m bi. I like to swing both ways.” She winks.

  Oh.

  “I swear, everyone I meet is either gay or bi. That’s all I seem to attract!” The words slip out before I can stop them.

  Aria laughs. “That’s because you’re so damn irresistible.”

  I roll my eyes. “Don’t get me wrong – it was nice. I’m just not sure I could go down on a woman.”

  “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it,” Aria answers seductively, giving me a slow wink.

  Before I can respond, Mr. British returns with two envelopes. He hands us each one and leaves.

  It feels dirty. I just got paid for sex, and it makes me uncomfortable.

  Aria must sense it, because she takes my hand. “Hey, five grand, remember.
You needed the money and did what you had to do. No shame in taking action.” Aria then motions toward the entry while I still stare at the envelope holding my money. “C’mon. The bouncer’s distracted.”

  I shove the envelope into my bra. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

  Chapter 6 – Jase

  The flight home is uneventful. I make my way from the jet quickly and enter the Rolls that is waiting. It’s nice to get away here and there – luckily my lifestyle and business needs condone it – but New York is home, and I’ll admit that it’s good to be back. We begin the trek home from JFK.

  “Charles?”

  “Yes, sir?”

  “Were you able to procure the information about the girls?” Even thinking about it makes my fucking cock rock hard.

  “Yes, sir,” Charles confirms. “The blonde name is Aria, the brunette is Daniela.”

  “Very good work. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome, sir.”

  I’d thought perhaps the lack of anonymity would deter some of my desire, but if anything, it makes it stronger. The brunette was something else, it almost felt like she’s never done this before.

  I can’t wait for the encore.

  “Charles, I’d like for you to dig up everything you can on this Daniela.”

  “Not a problem, sir.” There’s a moment of silence before he adds, “Sir?”

  “Yes, Charles?”

  “You don’t usually run background checks on your…conquests. Usually, it’s the women who chase you.” Charles points out.

  “I’m aware,” I say, trying not to overthink it. I can’t explain why I want to know more about this girl, I just do. It’s got to be that connection, that innocence oozing from her.

  It can’t be anything more…can it? No, I don’t fall in love with women. I don’t get close enough. It has to be the connection. That must be it.

  “Okay, sir. You’re the boss, after all.” Charles gives up on his observations.

  My phone goes off. It’s Alexia’s line. With the slide of a finger, I connect the call. “Hello?”

  “Mr. Tyler?”

  “Yes?”

  The woman on the other line is brisk and efficient. “Alexia has requested another meeting with you.”

  “I’d love to, but unfortunately, I just arrived back in New York. I’m unable to return to Florida for a time.”

  “I understand – as does Alexia,” the woman assures me. “She’s already booked her flight to New York and will be arriving this afternoon.”

  This surprises me. “Really?” I didn’t expect that. “She’s coming just to meet with me?”

  “Yes, sir. She said she has unfinished business with you.”

  “Yes…yes, she does,” I answer with a smirk she can’t see.

  “May I confirm, sir?” She sounds anxious.

  “Yes. Tell her to contact me at this number once she’s settled in.”

  “Thank you, sir.” I can almost hear the relief in her voice, and it makes me wonder if it’d be her ass on the line if I refuse. “Goodbye.”

  “Bye,” I say and disconnect.

  Unfinished business, huh… “Charles, please find out where Alexia will be staying upon her arrival this afternoon and clear my evening schedule.”

  “Yes, sir,” Charles says with a chuckle.

  “What?”

  “Nothing, sir.” Charles chuckles again. “It’s just that this is more like it.”

  I shake my head and don’t respond. Instead, I recall how wet Alexia’s pussy was, and the taste of it. Yes, my evening certainly will be more interesting now. I intend to see exactly how pliable Alexia is, both inside and out.

  ***

  Charles never fails me. I make my way through the St Regis lobby to the elevator. I haven’t told Alexia I’m coming. I wait for the elevator and peruse the bar. What I find causes me to laugh quietly to myself.

  Alexia is sitting there, casually stirring a drink. This game just became a bit more fun.

  It takes a second to retrieve my phone from my pocket and bring up her number. It rings, and I watch her pick her phone up from the bar. She doesn’t hesitate to answer. “Hello, Jase,” she purrs.

  “Hello, Alexia. It surprised me to hear you’d be visiting the Big Apple,” I tease her.

  She laughs, deep and sexy. “Well, I’m never one to walk away from unfinished business.”

  “Oh, really?” My voice is slightly sarcastic as I very plainly remember two sets of blue balls from the other day.

  “Not typically,” Alexia amends. I watch as she follows the rim of her drink glass with her finger. “And in the rare instances it occurs, I’m always very certain to make up for it.”

  My balls tighten. “Tell me more.”

  “If you’ll meet me, I’ll show you.”

  I dip behind a couple and make my way to the bar behind her discreetly. She doesn’t notice me at all until my lips close in on her ear.

  “Show me then,” I whisper.

  I hear her sharp intake of breath. I can tell that I fluster her and that she’s not used to it. It makes my cock even harder. “I have yet to finish my drink,” she points out, recovering quickly. “Perhaps you should join me. Business before pleasure and all.”

  I slip onto the raised chair at the bar next to her. The bartender is attentive and there in moments.

  “What can I get for you, sir?”

  “I’ll have a Scotch to start. Top shelf.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Alexia takes another sip of her drink. “I want to move forward with our business, and not just because of our other unfinished business.” She leans closer. “I think it’s a no-brainer. A surely lucrative and mutually beneficial business relationship.”

  “I wholeheartedly agree,” I say, watching her and trying to focus on business.

  “Good, but here’s the catch.” She takes another sip. “What happens outside the business has to stay outside the business. We can play, but I have too many…personal responsibilities to have any complications.”

  My eyebrows rise at her words. “I’m a big boy, Alexia. This isn’t my first rodeo. I’m aware of how it works.”

  She smiles slyly. “I’ve heard that before from men. Until they fuck me and want more.”

  “I could say the same of women.” I cock my head and wait for her response.

  “Then you understand.” She lowers her face to my ear. “And when I fuck you, you’ll know it’s just fucking – amazing, sure – but only sex.”

  I reply in her ear in turn. “As will you. Because, Alexia, I plan to see just how far you’ll bend before you break.”

  She grins. “Good.” Then she lowers her voice to barely above a whisper. “You should feel how fucking wet you make me.”

  I don’t hesitate to slip my hand under the bar and up her skirt. I look around, but nobody realizes the moment I slip a finger inside her wet cunt. She gasps but maintains her composure. After I tease her center a bit more, I bring my hand to my mouth to taste her again.

  The desire is plain in her eyes and in my stiff dick.

  “May I get you another drink, sir? Miss?” The bartender interrupts politely.

  My eyes don’t leave Alexia as I reply. “A bottle of Dom Pérignon, please. Send it to room…”

  “Five-twelve,” Alexia quickly offers.

  “Yes, sir.” The bartender disappears.

  I extend my hand. “Shall we take this upstairs?”

  “I thought you’d never ask,” she says breathlessly, her fingers slipping into mine.

  This is a woman in need of a good fucking, and I fully intend to give it to her. In moments, we’re alone in the elevator. Alexia kisses me passionately – something she’s very skilled at. I pin her up against the elevator wall and grab her ass, kissing her back. I owe this woman a bit of torture for those blue balls. I raise her skirt a bit and begin to finger fuck her as we kiss. She moans into my mouth. The elevator announces our floor, and I quickly release her. She’s
off balance and somewhat trussed up as we enter the hallway.

  Alexia fumbles for her room key. I snatch it out of her hand and cage my arms around her, trapping her against the door. Her breath increases as my mouth devours her throat. In one move, I slip an arm around her waist and catch her as I unlock and open the door.

  She looks at me in surprise. “You’re a slick one, Mr. Tyler.”

  “You have no idea,” I respond. “But you’re about to find out.”

  “Mmmm,” she moans. “It seems like we both will.”

  As much as I enjoy this game we play and as hard as Alexia had me downstairs with our little games, my cock continues to soften. What the fuck is going on?

  Alexia must feel the shift in my mood. “C’mon, baby,” she purrs, “I’ve been waiting for this.”

  She leads me to a chair and forces me to sit down. Seconds later, she has my pants undone and my dick in her hands.

  “Mmmm, let’s see if we can get him as ready as we are,” she says and proceeds to lap at the head of my cock with her tongue.

  It feels good, but for some reason, it doesn’t seem to be doing the trick.

  “Relax, baby. I know how hard I can get you – remember? All you have to do is let me.” She resumes her ministrations.

  I allow my head to fall back and my eyes to close. I try to get into it, but there’s some weird disconnect. Alexia continues with some damn good efforts while I try to take her advice and relax.

  My mind wanders until my cock twitches. Alexia takes this as encouragement, but it’s Daniela’s head I imagine bobbing up and down between my thighs.

  That seems to be the magic formula. The more I think about Daniela, the harder my cock gets. Okay…I can work with this weird shit.

  Alexia has some serious oral skills. I pretend it’s Daniela and allow her to continue for a bit more before I stand up.

  “Over the bed,” I instruct in a no-nonsense tone. “Face down. Now.”

  Alexia hurriedly complies with my demands. I take my time making my way over to her.

  “Close your eyes. Do not open them, understood?”

  She nods. “Yes, sir.”

  Her voice kills my vision of Daniela. “No talking.”

  She nods again with no answer.