The Billionaire's New Toy

by Chloe Kale

  “Do you have any words for us, Miss Drayer?” Will turned his attention to me as the crowd encircled the hidden canvas.

  I shot him a glance that said, ‘You didn’t tell me I’d have to prepare a speech.’ The heat between my thighs tempered the annoyance on my face. Damn Will Garrett! He always knew how to get me going. I cleared my throat.

  “Okay, well, I want to thank everyone for coming,” I started and coughed again – there was something in my throat, making my voice hoarse. “And I want to thank Mr. Will Garrett again, for providing me with the opportunity to show you all my work. It has been a privilege to work with him here in his beautiful home. I think we can all agree that there is just something about this place… it’s beautiful, and I truly just wanted to show you all how I see this place. I mean, I’m just a city girl, and uh…”

  I looked around the room, and saw the smiling faces, nodding, urging me onwards. My gaze stopped upon Will; he looked so handsome in his suit. I thought of the toy inside of me, and gathered my thoughts again.

  “And I really owe him the world for the opportunity. The piece is called ‘The Young Estate’, and thank you all again for coming. Hopefully we can get back to the champagne soon. I know that’s what I’m looking forward to.”

  The crowd laughed and Will nodded approvingly. He pulled back the veil on the canvas, and the crowd alternately murmured and applauded.

  Will approached me. “Don’t worry, that’s a good reaction for this crowd,” he said with a wink. “Go mingle if you like.”

  His hand cupped my ass ever so lightly as a man in a suit came by and engaged his attention. I became awkward as I stood by myself. I wanted to be an artist, but I wasn’t sure if this crowd was for me.

  “I liked your little speech,” an older woman in a red strapless dress said, her eyeliner was heavy and her skin lined. “Drink up.”

  She handed me a champagne glass and motioned for me to raise it to my lips. I nodded my thanks and obliged.

  “The piece is, well, a promising start if truth be told. Just as Will said.” She looked over at my billionaire.

  “Thank you, I’m not sure if you noticed but I don’t know how well I’m fitting in so far,” I said with a laugh, hoping I had found my first friend in this world.

  The woman studied me.

  “What you need to know about this world is that it’s cut throat. And things can change in an instant.” She swirled her glass in her fingers. I realized she was drunk.

  “Oh?”

  “And Will, well, there’s no one quite like him.” She laughed, and her drink spilled slightly as her shoulders shook. “He’s a real power player. Some say with an unquenchable thirst.”

  “I’m more than able to quench that thirst,” I said, growing more annoyed with this woman by the second. What was she getting at?

  “Oh you do? So you are sleeping with him then?” She raised an eyebrow high above her cruel grimace. Damn it, one sip of champagne and I had already offered too much information. Way too much information. The toy between my legs was distracting me, I decided.

  “Of course not. I know him on a professional level. You’ve misheard me,” I said, walking past her. I decided she was intoxicated, and in the worst case scenario, her ramblings could be dismissed as the words of a drunkard.

  “Garrett’s new toy. Farewell little girl,” she called after me as I walked through the crowd, towards my billionaire.

  I grabbed Will’s arm just as his conversation with the older man was dying down.

  “Yes, Miss Drayer?” He cordially asked me as I withdrew my arm.

  “May I speak with you privately for a moment?”

  “Of course, follow me.”

  I followed him to a side room, and closed the door behind me, separating us from the party. Finally, there was quiet. The smell of perfume had faded.

  “You were right. The party is boring.” I was blunt.

  “It is serving its purpose, my lovely.” Will coolly stated, placing his hands on my hips.

  “I need to ask you something, Will. Something that’s been bothering me.” I worked up my courage. I couldn’t let my ever-present nerves silence my voice.

  “Go.”

  “Am I just your new toy, or are you going to keep me around? Am I here for the long haul? Do you l-“

  He kissed me, long and deep. Our tongues met, and his hands held my lower back. The toy in my pussy throbbed in a very pleasing manner. My hands crept up over his neck, and we kissed and embraced in the side room, away from the clatter and bustle of the party outside. Just me and my billionaire.

  “I told you on your first day here, that I’d like to keep you,” he said. “That’s still true, Clarissa. Nothing has changed for me. Has it changed for you, Clarissa Drayer? We agreed that we would both become better people, together.”

  “Then I need you to be more open around me. It’s not fair that I fall apart when I look in your eyes, I want to know you more.”

  “Know that I was lost before I had you. Know that you are making me the person I am, the person you see before you. You have impacted me more than you could possibly know.”

  “Will – “

  “Please, Clarissa. You know I like to live in the moment.”

  I laughed.

  “You don’t. Not at all.”

  He smiled knowingly. “If you want to know more about me, then it’s as simple as staying. Stay here and find out.”

  “Will Garrett, are you inviting me to stay over?”

  “I’m inviting you to stay here, while you work on your next piece. In your studio.”

  I grabbed his face and pulled him down to kiss me. The flutter in my chest, that had been ever-present since that first day in the art gallery, raged more furiously than ever. What was this feeling?

  “I need you right now.” I said, and he nodded, taking me by the hand and leading me through a side-door, sidestepping the party outside, and taking an alternate route upstairs.

  We ran past the white sandstone walls and pillars, the numerous other paintings that decorated the halls, and I clumsily ran into a black end table with a glass vase upon it, wobbling it, as we darted by. With each step, the toy in my pussy and ass gave me a jolt of painful pleasure. As we took to a set of stairs, I knew where we were headed. We were running to our room, to our studio.

  I was his girl, and he was my man. But tonight, I would be his toy.

  Chapter 6

  We arrived at the studio, and in an instant Will was at the cabinet, digging through the drawers. I could smell the fresh leather, and hear the clink of metal. Will tossed an oddly shaped leather strap at me. I caught it – barely – and held it up to the light.

  “Silly goose, it’s a collar,” he said as he watched me examine the piece of leather. “Tie it around your neck.”

  “Am I your little pet for the night?” I asked, a wicked grin on my face, as I clasped the leather collar around my neck. I noted a hoop along the back, fit for a leash attachment.

  “Yes, and I have half a mind to walk you around the garden party.” He said, straightening the leash in his hands tightly. “All fours, my lovely.”

  I dropped to my hands and knees, and titled my head down so he could attach the leash to my collar. He dropped down behind me and lifted up my dress to examine the toy I had inside of myself. He put his hand the connective part between the vaginal and anal prongs. He gently rocked the toy back and forth, alternatingly giving me pleasure in my two holes. I purred in desire.

  “Turns out this was a good idea, wasn’t it my lovely?” Will asked, his hand still massaging the toy.

  “Yes, Will.” I breathed out between moans.

  Will slid my dress off me, pulling it down, leaving me totally naked on the floor. I crawled out of the black dress, and stayed on my hands and knees. Will took the leash and walked around the room in front of me, guiding me. We walked over to the cabinet, where the flogger was resting inside the open drawer.

  Will picked up the fl
ogger, and tested the leather straps on his hand, before looking at me gently as if to say, ‘ready?’

  He strolled behind, leash still in one hand, and smacked my ass and sex with the straps of the flogger. A jolt of painful pleasure ran through my body, and I shuddered. The toy was still inside me, still making me writhe in my euphoria. It was perfectly shaped, and hitting my G-spot. What a wonderful toy it was.

  Will nudged me onwards and smacked my ass again with the flogger. As it struck, each movement of the toy became more and more pleasurable. As he was slapping me with those leather straps, I could barely contain myself, and I cried out for more. Every now and then I yelled out his name as well. Before long, my ass was red and hot, and I was pawing at the front of his pants.

  He stripped quickly, and then took me from behind, first pulling the toy out. He kept his hand on the leash. With one hand, he pulled me back by the collar and held me in a type of light-choke, and with his other hand he stimulated my clit. Then he fucked me hard from behind, his body slapping hard into my ass with each thrust, bouncing it up and down along his massive cock.

  “Do you like that, Miss Drayer, young, promising artist? Newly crowned socialite princess?” Will called out for me.

  I cried out his name, and he pulled back on the leash harder. “Fuck me!” I screamed, and he obliged, tightening his grasp. As I climaxed and called out his name, he released his hold, and my head tumbled down past my shoulders, and I turned to putty from the pleasure. He propped me back up, and held me by my tits, as he continued to fuck me hard from behind. He dropped the leash to the side, and picked up the flogger again.

  “Oh Will, hit me!”

  He slapped me across my back, and with each stroke, I felt myself edge closer to climaxing again. He put his thumb over my asshole, and then dragged the leather straps lightly along my back. I was my billionaire’s toy for the night. I moaned, and tried to motion my ass back and forth on his cock to spare him from doing all of the work. He liked that, and hastened his own pace.

  Will grabbed a handful of my auburn hair, and pulled my head back again. My mouth was bobbing open and closed as I gasped for air between my purring. He stroked my back again with the leather straps of the flogger. My back must have been red, but the sensation from the leather was too great to give up. I called out for him to keep hitting me, when he pulled harder on my hair.

  “Don’t forget who’s in charge, here, Clarissa.” Will said as his voice turned commanding. I could feel his member hardening.

  “Yes, master.” I said. I was happy to please. I had overstepped my bounds, I knew.

  “That’s more like it,” Will said, as he released my hair from his hands, and used that hand to guide my ass over his cock.

  Pulling me back and forth, Will dropped the flogger to the ground. With one hand, he held my ass tightly rocking his cock in and out of my dripping wet slit. With his other hand, he grabbed my breast and squeezed my nipple. I wondered if the party guests at the garden could hear my hollering. I looked at the glass window and could slightly see our reflection; it was so hot. I was grateful that the garden did not lead around to that side of the house, so no one would be able to look in on us. Although, that could be kind of hot…

  Will’s speed increased, and his thrusts deepened. Knowing what he wanted, I yelled out for him to cum inside of me. His grip on me tightened, and as his thrusts grew quicker, I felt my body convulse in orgasmic pleasure. I flooded his cock with my cum, and he came at the same time too.

  For a moment, our game had equalized and we were lost in a state of pleasure, both of us beyond control. For a moment, we were one. His body collapsed on top of mine, and then I fell from my hands and knees to the floor. We both lay there, breathing heavily, as our cum dripped from my tight cunt.

  Will gathered himself, and wrapped me in an embrace. He untied my collar and slid it across the floor, and let me snuggle into his chest. He whispered into my ear until we both fell asleep, happy, and totally content. In that moment I was convinced; Will really did care for me.

  Chapter 7

  I woke up the next morning, still naked, but in Will’s bed instead of on the studio floor. He had carried me to bed while I slept; my prince charming. I stretched my arms and legs like a cat, as I felt around the bed for him. It was empty but for me and the endless assortment of pillows and sheets. No surprises there – Will always had to leave early for work.

  I felt a small box under my pillow, and jolted awake at the shock. What was going on?

  A small black box was resting under my pillow. I slid it out and looked at the clasp. It said ‘For Cee’. Well, it was definitely for me. I laughed. I wondered what Will had gotten for me.

  First, a note was attached to the back. Will apologized for having to leave before I woke up; he truly wanted to see me open my gift, but there was an office emergency. I rolled my eyes, and pulled a loose strand of hair over my ear. I tried to rub the sleep from my eyes, and pulled the sheets over my bare breasts in case a servant came strolling in.

  I undid the clasp on the box, and opened the lid.

  ‘The garden party was your first surprise of the night, Cee.” The note said. “This is the second. I hope you’ll find this one more to your liking.”

  The box was full of photos. Empty walls. Hard wood floors. High ceilings. What was I looking at? I flipped back to the note.

  “The photos… are of an empty building in the city.” The note continued.

  Will was right about that much. The photos reminded me of my job at the art gallery. Except for the fact that there were no features on display on the long bare walls. Wait -

  “This is your gallery, Cee. Set up especially for you. We’ll display your pieces here, as you create them. I mean to keep you employed for the long haul.”

  My eyes filled with tears. I tore my eyes from the photos and looked at the studio where I had painted my first piece for Will. The morning light from the windows graced the room with a golden aura. I flipped back to the note again, the pictures tumbling into my lap.

  “I hope you like it. With love, Will.”

  I did. I liked it. I loved it.

  My billionaire…

  The End

  Clarissa and Will’s story concludes in:

  The Billionaire's New Fantasy (The Billionaire Temptation #3)

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  Thank you for reading, much love,

  Chloe Kale.

  Stories by Chloe Kale:

  The Billionaire's New Piece (The Billionaire Temptation #1)

  The Billionaire's New Toy (The Billionaire Temptation #2)

  The Billionaire's New Fantasy (The Billionaire Temptation #3)

  Rush (Billionaire Bared: Rush)

  Text copyright © 2013 Chloe Kale