The Billionaire's New Toy

by Chloe Kale

  “Why do you say that?” He asked playfully and then pulled me into his lean muscular arms. He sat down on the edge of the bath, with me in his lap. He pushed open my thighs with his hands, and then flicked my trimmed pubic hair back and forth; enjoying it before it would be gone.

  “Maybe I’ll make you cum all over my clothes, and then I’ll wear them to work. Maybe I’ll wear your cum like a badge of honor.”

  I blushed; before I met Will, I had never had an orgasm. Then the first night he took me, I had an orgasm so hard that I learned I squirted whenever I came. The sheets were always drenched after we would fuck.

  “Make me cum all over you,” I said, breathing heavily, as his hand stimulated my clit with an open palm. With his other hand, he placed two fingers up my tightness and slowly thrust in and out. He worked me just how I liked it; he knew exactly what to do to make me weak in my knees. I could feel his cock hardening beneath my legs. And then my thighs shuddered.

  “Will… Oh my God…” He was doing it; I was going to cum all over his nice suit. He had taken it as a challenge. My thoughts raced; bouncing back and forth between: ‘How much did that suit cost?’ To ‘Oh my God, Oh my God.’ Then I looked into his eyes; they shone proudly. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was confident, and proud. Damn him. He was good.

  And then I hit the threshold; I couldn’t fight it back. A cocky smile spread across his face, and my head reeled backwards as my thighs gave out. His hands quickly shifted to catch my back, as my body turned limp in his arms and my cum sprayed out from my open thighs, covering his suit in my juices.

  “Oh my God,” I exhaled, and my body felt lighter than air. My mind couldn’t converge on a single thought. My ears were ringing. All I knew was that Will was now kissing my mouth, and the rest of my body was in a state of ecstasy.

  Suddenly the water was running in the tub. And Will had set me down. I was in the tub. He was standing next to me, slowly taking off his shirt, with his back to me. His back was a damn work of art, I thought to myself, as I slowly returned to reality. He was chiseled, and glistening with sweat.

  And then he undid his pants, and his boxer briefs fell down as well. His ass was tanned, I noted. And perfectly formed. Then he turned around.

  His cock was not erect, but it still hung massively down the front of his body. Even when it was soft, I had to admire the size of it. Often, I wondered how my tight pussy could handle it. I reached out for it, and he took a step back, shaking his head with a playful smile.

  “Are you ready for your next reward?”

  I nodded. It was all I could do.

  “You’ve got to work for it.”

  I nodded again. “What do you want from me?”

  He handed me shaving gel and a disposable shaving razor, before taking a step forward and sliding into the tub, behind me. He turned the water off, as the tub was full and steaming hot.

  He lifted me up so that my pussy was above the waterline, and rubbed the shaving gel over my mound and the sides of my lips. I was naturally not a very hairy person, so this wouldn’t be a big job. Will wasn’t hairy, either. We could finish this as quickly or as slowly as we wanted.

  First he took the round end of the razor and teased my lips with it; I giggled and moaned at the slight tickle and the pleasure. Under the water, I could feel his cock hardening like some massive stone snake I had charmed. Kissing my neck, he slowly rubbed the soft end of the razor up and down, from my clit to my asshole. Will nibbled on my ear, and then inserted the smooth razor into my tight slit.

  I motioned my ass up and down in the water to rub on his cock while he fucked me with the razor. With one hand he held my body up, and with the other he controlled the shaft that was now inside of me. He kissed me along the neck, and I squirmed in his grasp, loving every moment of it.

  “Fuck me, my billionaire,” I said, all pretenses dropped. I was his.

  “Are you my little toy?” He asked playfully, “Do you belong to me?”

  “Yes, I’m all yours. Anything you want.”

  And then my hands were both below the water. I was stroking his cock up and down two-handed.

  “You want it don’t you?” He asked, his voice becoming controlling and rough.

  “Yes, I want it.” I wanted to please him.

  “Then shave.” He simply said. “You can have my cock when you’re done.”

  “Yes, Will.” I obeyed his command.

  His hand became loose on the razor, allowing me to take it from him and pull it from my juice-filled cunt. Will had already spread the shaving cream over my mound, and so I had but to swipe the razor along it, pausing every now and then to rinse it in the water.

  While I shaved, Will licked my face, gnawing at my ears, and grabbing my throat and holding me. He would dig his fingers in ever so lightly, causing me to feel a slight tightening sensation in my body. It was like a sharp flash of pleasure each time. I moved the razor around my lips, one slight mistake and I could cut myself. Will continued to bite and press his hands into me, knowing that I loved it. I loved the danger.

  When I was done shaving, I dipped myself into the water to wash away any excess shaving cream, and as soon as I did I found myself spun around in Will’s strong arms, and face to face with his giant beautiful cock.

  “Shave it,” he said. And of course, I obeyed him.

  I rubbed the cream into the slight stubble of hair around his cock, and went to work. Shaving him was far quicker than shaving myself, and he was relatively hairless to begin with. He just wanted to play razors, I thought with a wicked grin. I looked up to face him, after his cock was totally hairless.

  “What are you going to do with my cock?” He asked.

  I watched it bob in front of my face, poking out of the water, the skin tightening around it as it hardened and grew.

  “I’m going to suck it until you cum in my throat.” I said. I knew what he wanted to hear.

  With that, I lowered my mouth onto his massive member. I felt the head of the cock pass my lips and tongued the slight ripples of veins beneath the skin. His cock was pulsating with desire. I took the cock in as deep as I could, until it touched the back of my throat and then I bobbed in and out, wrapping my tongue around the head, lashing it as best I could as my billionaire’s penis filled my entire mouth.

  I could feel Will shaking in his legs; I had grown better and better as sucking his cock. Just like how he knew how to make me cum, I had learned how to make him cum. He no longer had to do the work; I could pleasure him almost as well I could pleasure myself. I took his cock harder and faster, and felt my own saliva dribble down my chin.

  I made eye contact while I sucked; his face gave away no hint of his pleasure, but I knew him better than that. I could see through the act. He was suppressing his feelings of pleasure; he was putting on a show of domination. It turned me on.

  His cock hit the back of my throat over and over again. The pace quickened, and I maintained eye contact. He closed his eyes and tilted his head backwards, his body trembling. He was going to cum; my billionaire was going to cum for me. For a single moment, he was going to lose control over himself. He would be vulnerable.

  And then he filled me with his cum, and for a moment, he was mine. He throbbed uncontrollably, lost in pleasure as his cock shot cum into the back of my throat, and at last I tasted my billionaire. My reward. I have pleased him. I swallowed, and sucked as hard I could, to finish him off. Then I let his cock fall from my mouth, and took a deep breath.

  He laid back into the tub, relaxed and calm, his eyes still closed. I snuggled up his body, and lay on top of him, my head at his chest, counting the fine hairs between his lean pectoral muscles. I listened to his breathing, and closed my eyes too, as I felt his arms wrap around me. We fell asleep in the glass tub, wrapped up in each other.

  Chapter 4

  It was 9PM and I was still getting ready.

  I wasn’t prepared on the night of the garden party. I was never prepared for anything in my
life, to be honest. I was more of a seat-of-your-pants type person, ready for each experience as it came. Will claimed to be the same way too, but I knew him better than he thought. Each moment in his life was meticulously planned and orchestrated in advance. No matter what he told me or himself, he was the planner. I was the experiencer.

  Not to say that we never shared experiences – whatever that means. These experiences just happened to be carefully engineered – and that was okay for me. It meant the illusion of danger, but not true danger. It gave us roles to play; and oh, we played hard. There was no doubt about that.

  And so this garden party, or unveiling party, would be no different. Will Garrett had likely set the entire thing up to go a certain way, and now it was for us, the pieces, to move about his chessboard. Was he too controlling? Why did I love it so much? ‘Because it gives you pleasure, Clarissa,’ Will’s voice inside my head said. Isn’t that the purpose of life – to seek out pleasure for yourself?

  I spun around in front of the mirror to examine my dress; a long flowing black open-back gown. The dress was both minimalist and elegant. On my wrist, a diamond charm bracelet given to me by Will especially for the party; it glittered seductively in the dim light of Will’s bedroom. Where was he? He was supposed to be home. The guests were already outside; tended to by his servants.

  I was going braless tonight; it was going to help promote my natural look. I also was wearing little makeup – Will said I had a natural beauty that I shouldn’t try to hide. I was extremely flattered and thought back to the sketch of that girl in my old sketchbook – doe-eyed, pale, scared of the future -

  No, but that wasn’t me anymore. I was here, at a party in my honor, unveiling my own creative work. The painting I made for my billionaire. I smiled, as I thought of the piece that was hidden under a veil downstairs in the foyer; primed and ready for the unveiling. I could only hope that Will hadn’t babied me too much, and that the painting wasn’t in actual fact, awful. I had to trust Will on that front. Whenever I looked at the painting myself, all I could see was the flaws. No matter.

  My hair wasn’t in its usual bun; it was tussled down my back in large waves of ringlets. I looked like a princess tonight. I felt like one too. Ever since I met Will, it had felt like I had fallen into a dream and that any moment I would wake up and realize that life was too good to be true. It had to have been – how could I be so lucky? When I awoke, I would be back at the gallery, under Mademoiselle’s heel, sketching strangers as they toured the long white halls, staying at home at night watching serialized medical dramas and eating potato chips – my old life.

  Who was this girl before me? I studied myself in the mirror again; I no longer looked like the girl in the sketch. There was no way. I could barely contain my glee and my girlish smile came leaking through my attempt at a sophisticated demeanor.

  “You look gorgeous, Cee.” Will appeared behind me, sneaking up as he usually did.

  “Where did you come from, Will?” I asked, as a shudder went through my body at the sight of him in his suit. It was the same suit he had made me cum all over. “Tell me you washed that suit?”

  “Another late night at work. No rest for the wicked.”

  “And about the suit?” I prodded. I knew to leave matters of his work alone; he did not like to discuss work with me. He tried to keep business and pleasure separate.

  “Of course I washed it. I can’t very well be appearing at your party covered in cum stains, can I?” He smiled and wrapped his arms around me, his hands finding their way to their spot between my thighs. “You, on the other hand…”

  I playfully knocked his hand away and spun around.

  “No sir, I will not have my night turned into a mess. This is important for me, right?”

  “It certainly is. And actually, I was coming to check if you were just about ready to go now.”

  “Are you ready? It seemed like you just got here – do you need to change or anything?” I asked.

  “No Cee, I prepared at work. I’m all ready. And if you’re also all ready, how about we move to the studio for a moment to reminisce before we join the guests downstairs?” He suggested.

  Everything was orchestrated, I remembered. My sweet billionaire – he was always with a plan, always pulling the strings.

  He placed his hands upon my shoulders and guided me into the attached studio room. He positioned me where my easel once stood, and made his way to the cabinet. The special cabinet. The cabinet of pleasure and desire… and toys.

  Unlocking the drawer, he took a quick glance backwards, before he slid the compartment open and grabbed something. Then he closed it, and strolled back over towards me, his hands behind his back, and a dark handsome smile on his face, slightly hinting at the presence of his perfect white teeth.

  “What have you got, Will?” I asked, my eyes darting back and forth from his steely blue gaze to whatever he had behind his back.

  “I have… an option. An option for you tonight.” He said with a coy expression on his unearthly handsome face.

  “What do you mean?” I asked, eager to know more.

  “In my hands, I have, for you, something that might spice up your night a bit. Now, trust me when I say these parties can be a bit drab. Even more so when you are the guest of honor,” he added when he saw my face fall a little bit.

  I never expected the party to be boring; in fact it was all I was looking forward to since he had told me about it. I had imagined my victorious stroll from the house, to the eyes of all the onlookers; the high society few, the elite, and me. Could it really turn out to be a bore?

  “Well, Will. I was looking forward to the party. So I don’t quite understand what you mean,” I told him, trying my best to solve the riddle of the look on his face. What was going on?

  “Cee, don’t be upset. This is why I’m merely giving you the option. You might find some of the guests to be a bit stuffy; they received the mandatory invitation, lest I offend them.” He took a step towards me, and revealed the item in his hand.

  He held out a small two-pronged black vaginal and anal plug.

  “Will. I don’t know about this –“ I started, but he put the item in my hand.

  “At the very least, I’d suggest you try it before we step outside. You’ll find it to be non-abrasive to your evening. You will find it to be moderately pleasurable as you mingle amongst the guests. And you’ll please me, as well.” He added with a sideways smile, looking at the fully glass wall.

  “I’ll try it. But I’m only going to use it if I want to. Not for you – it’s for me.”

  “That’s all I want, my darling.” He crossed his arms and watched as I slid my panties down my legs.

  I pulled my dress up slightly, and inserted both prongs in. I guided one in to my tight asshole and one in my aroused vagina. Okay. It felt good. I took a few steps around; the movement in my body caused a light rhythm of pleasure from the toy. Okay, it felt quite good. I looked up at my handsome billionaire; the light was hitting his perfectly shaped face at a very flattering angle.

  “And?” He said, but he already knew the answer from my expression.

  “Okay. I’ll wear it.” I conceded, fighting back my smile.

  “Anything else to add?” He urged.

  “No.”

  “Are you sure?” He said, playfully drawing out of his words, while wrapping me in his arms.

  “Alright fine. You were right.” He loved to hear that.

  “Leave the panties off?”

  “Just what I was thinking,” I said with a smile.

  Chapter 5

  From the front foyer, I could see the beginnings of the party beyond the vestibule of the mansion. I could see the dangling lights strung alongside the house and held up by wires encircling the garden, hear the hum of the crowd, and the clatter of drinking glasses; the sights and noises of high society filled my senses and intoxicated me. It helped matters that I had my toy with me, inside of me. And no one knew but me and my billionaire.


  As I approached the front entrance, I could feel the cool air on my sex; it felt freeing.

  Will and I stood in the entryway to the mansion, in front of the garden, and looked upon his guests. They slowly took notice of us, and all began to clap and raise their champagne glasses in the air. I couldn’t be certain whether they were cheering for him or me. I assumed it was him, but still he edged me in front of him, and started clapping himself. I blushed as all eyes fell upon me, although I was already slightly blushing from the toy between my legs.

  I studied the faces of the guests; perhaps Will was right. They seemed to be an older crowd, boring, all dressed to code. They weren’t my kind of people, and Will had known that. I stole a glance at him and he shrugged; the slight smile he gave me let me know that things would get better.

  “There will be more parties, lovely.” He whispered into my ear, as I looked out upon our audience. “Parties more to our liking. You wanted a taste of high society, well Cee, this is it. This is what I have to deal with on a daily basis.”

  “I thought it was going to be fun,” I said through my smiling clenched teeth. “I thought you would ensure that it was a good time? This party is for me, isn’t it?”

  “This is the crowd you invite when you want to establish yourself as an artist, not when you want to have fun.”

  It clicked. The party wasn’t some game for him; he truly believed in my art and was setting me up to succeed. I squeezed his hand. He stepped forward.

  “May I introduce the lovely Clarissa Drayer; she is a young artist from Chicago, and the reason we are here tonight” Will spoke and the crowd of people silenced immediately. He truly had a commanding aura about him. “A rare talent, she has my full endorsement and I think you’ll all see that she has a promising future ahead of her. If you will follow us inside to the foyer, we will be unveiling her debut piece.”

  Will, ever the leader, led the party through to the foyer, and funneled them around the veiled piece, still on the canvas. There was no point in hanging it here, Will had said. It was better to have it in a place of prominence in the middle of the room.