My White Billionaire Bundle (BWWM Billionaire Romance)

by Claire Fenton

  My lips gave way as he pushed himself into me with one forceful thrust. Buried to the hilt, he bent down to lay on top of me, panting. I was crushed between him and the hard wooden surface beneath me. I cried out in pleasure.

  “God, damn. So tight,” he whispered into my ear. One of his hands went down to maul my breast. The other wrapped the leash around and around until his hand was next to my neck. “Such a sweet, obedient little bitch.”

  He pulled back and thrust into me again, sending a shockwave of force through my body as he took me. His balls slammed against my thighs. If the chair wasn’t holding my securely in place, I would’ve been planted on my face.

  “Please don’t stop,” I begged as he hammered into me. My wrists ached, my knees were sore. Every time his hips slammed forward to hit my spanked ass cheeks, I gritted my teeth in delicious pain.

  “The only sound I want you to make,” he said, low and quietly, “is the sound of you coming.” His hand with the leash pulled back, choking me slightly while he fucked me with abandon. The sweat poured off of our bodies. My hair was stuck to my face, blinding me out of one eye.

  “Damn,” he said, grunting as he bounced his cock into me with heightened speed. “Unnngh!” he roared, pushing himself deeply into me one last time, flattening me against the hard wood of the mounting chair.

  As I felt him fill me with his seed, I came. I opened my mouth, my sweaty hair falling into it as waves of pleasure exploded from my core. My pussy milked his cock, needing to drain his balls of all their precious cum.

  Panting heavily, he collapsed on top of me, his cock losing hardness. He slipped out of me and stood up. “That was incredible, Tina,” he said as he unbuckled my straps. He helped me out of the chair and pulled me up to stand in front of him. He kissed me deeply, letting his hands roam all over my back.

  “Shhh…” I said, putting a finger to his lips. “Just hold me.”

  My White Billionaire 3

  By

  Claire Fenton

  I walked down the hallway from Mr. Stannis’ room. Ok, hobbled was more like it. After what he’d just done to me, my legs were shaking and my pussy was on fire. I knew I looked a hot mess but didn’t care. Being with such a dominant man with such specific tastes was incredible.

  I pushed the button to the elevator, waiting for the steel beast to arise to gently take me back to my room. I glanced down at my knees, the time I’d spent on them scandalously evident. I’d crawled on my hands and knees. I’d drunk from a dog bowl. All while wearing a collar and leash and loving every second of it.

  Even Denise. Her preening, her judgment, her begrudging acceptance. I’d faced my fears, stepped into the gladiator’s arena and emerged victorious. Mr. Stannis had been drunk, but not too drunk to fuck me wildly. The thought of his white length disappearing into my darkness was enough to make me need to lean against the wall for a moment.

  The ding of the elevator’s arrival snapped me out of my reverie. The doors opened to an interior that was far too bright. I hit the button to my floor, and the elevator descended. On the very next floor, it stopped.

  The doors parted and Maggie walked into the elevator. My roommate, competitor and nemesis. Her lipstick was smeared, her mascara was running and her hair needed straightening.

  “Hot date?” I said, grinning. I knew she didn’t like me, and once our intern period was over, one of us would be going home early. But I needed someone to commiserate with.

  She took one look at me and shook her head. “You’re one to talk.” She stepped in and leaned against the elevator wall. “Another Stannis booty call?”

  “It’s not like that,” I said, looking away. “I think he really likes me.”

  “Like, love, I’d just settle for a guy who was considerate enough not to get cum in my hair. I was in the salon Thursday and now this,” she said, holding up a length of her hair, stuck together.

  “Eww,” I said. “So, who was it?”

  Maggie closed her eyes and leaned her head back. “Donnie Blue,” she said. The slightest smile alighted on her lips.

  “The DJ?” I said.

  “The very one,” she said. “He’s spending some time in New York in between Ibiza and Singapore. He said this year he’ll be in a different country every week.” Her eyes went wide with excitement. “Can you imagine?”

  The doors opened and we walked to our room.

  “I don’t know. Doesn’t that sound lonely?” I said.

  “That’s why these powerful famous men have women like us,” she said. “Their lives are stressful and exhausting. So they need dependable women to warm their beds while they’re here.”

  The end of her sentence stung me. “It sounds like you have a great thing going with Donnie, but it’s different with Mr. Stannis and I.”

  Maggie laughed. “How is it different?” She slid the keycard into the slot and opened our door.

  “It just is. He’s got…” I said, the door closing behind me.

  “He’s got what? A big dick? A dirty kink?” she said, spinning around. “That’s it!” Her eyes blazed.

  “Never mind,” I said.

  “Ohhh no. You’re going to spill it, slut,” she said. Her grin was impish. “What’s his thing? Diaper stuff?”

  “Wait,” I said.

  “Yeah, I bet he’s got a huge ass crib up there, makes you feed him from a big bottle, change his shitty diapers. God, what a fucking pervert! Does he call you mommy while you fuck him?”

  “What?” I said.

  “I’ve been there,” she said. “Mr. Danerski. I was working at a second tier hotel that was barely in Manhattan. Shit head millionaire clientele. Small fish with huge egos,” she said, getting undressed. “Anyway, Mr. Danerski. Diaper stuff,” she said. I saw a visible shiver run through her body.

  “Stop with the diaper stuff! It’s nothing like that,” I said, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

  “Then what is it?” She stepped closer to me. She smelled of sweat and sex. Her tight stomach still held a sheen of perspiration. In the dim light from the bathroom, I could see hand marks on her neck. “Come on, kibbutz with me. What’s the fun of fucking billionaires if we can’t gossip afterwards?”

  “He…he likes…to put a collar on me,” I said.

  “Yeah,” she said, her eyes going up and down my body.She brushed the hair from my neck, moving my chin aside.

  “Hey,” I said, protesting softly.

  “What else?” she said, her eyes meeting mine. Like glittering sapphires, beautiful and cold.

  “And then he put a leash on me,” I said, whispering.

  “What else?” she said, her fingers brushing the hair from my cheek. She leaned in close and smelled my neck.

  “Then he…” I turned my head, my lips brushing against her cheek. “He fucked me,” I said.

  “What else?” she said, turning to face me, our lips so close.

  “That’s it,” I said, closing my eyes. I leaned forward. My lips met nothing. I opened my eyes.

  “That’s it?” Maggie said, arms folded and standing a foot back. “Some light BDSM stuff? You are so boring.”

  “That’s boring?” I said, incredulous.

  “I bet your grandparents do light BDSM after they’re done feeding the cows or whatever. I thought you had something good,” she said. “Like maybe he was into tuning or inflation or something German.”

  “Wait, what?” I said. “I’m sorry I shared what I did. You’re obviously on a whole different level of…whatever this is. Mr. Stannis and I have something special.”

  “Well, this weekend we’ll see,” she said, stepping into the bathroom. She made to close the door behind her, but I stopped it.

  “This weekend?” I said.

  “Yeah, at the…”she said. “Oh, never mind.” She pulled the door shut and I heard the shower go on.

  —

  “You’re out to destroy me,” Denise said casually.

  I looked to Maggie, who had her mouth glued shu
t. I checked my watch. We weren’t late, but it was close. We’d speed walked from the elevator, and I was trying to keep my panting quiet.

  “Do you know how much pressure I’m under right now?” she said, looking at me. “Do you have even the tiniest clue?” She shifted her gaze to Maggie.

  “Ms. Fingle, wha-“ I started.

  Her finger shot up. “Don’t say anything. Your voices are like chirps and buzzes from some terrible nightmare. Just,” she said, “don’t speak.”

  I clamped my mouth shut. I felt my palms getting damp. I thought I was getting used to Denise’s peculiar management style, but this was befuddling.

  Denise walked from behind her desk and circled us, like a pack of lions circling the gazelle. “Tonight is very important. It’s this Hotel’s birthday. One hundred years. Can you even conceive what that means?”

  Her fingers went up and caught a small length of hair that had escaped my ponytail. “This is unacceptable. This lack of attention to detail will not suffice this weekend.” She switched her attention to Maggie.

  I quickly re-bundled my hair into the ponytail, pulling it tight and double checking that no hairs were astray. I saw Denise grab a tiny part of Maggie's shirt that wasn’t tucked in.

  “I can’t believe I put any faith in you two. I see I’ve been too relaxed, and in turn you’ve gotten lazy.” She released Maggie's shirt, and Maggie quickly tucked it back into her pants and straightened it out.

  “This weekend will not be ruined by two incompetent nincompoops like you. No fucking way,” she said, her voice growing quiet. “Do you understand me?”

  I opened my mouth to speak but instead nodded. I saw Maggie do the same.

  “Good,” Denise said, her face changing instantly. Her bright smile took us both in. “I would like both of you to be on your best behavior. Our party guests will be arriving soon. Please make sure they feel welcome.”

  “Yes Ms. Fingle,” I said.

  “Yes Ms. Fingle,” Maggie said.

  “A town car is waiting outside for you, Tina. You’ve got a special assignment for the day,” Denise said, then looking at Maggie, “Maggie will handle things while you’re away.”

  —

  The town car pulled up to the Hotel, and I stepped out. My legs were still trembling from the Swedish deep tissue massage. My pussy ached and moaned from the Brazilian wax that left me as bald as a bowling ball.

  I entered the lobby and hurried over to the front desk. Denise was on the phone speaking with a customer.

  “Yes, plenty of ice, Mr. Fuare. We’ll make sure of it. Bye now,” she said, hanging up. “It’s nice of you to join us again, Tina. Did you have a good day?”

  “It was so refreshing,” I said.

  “How good for you,” she said, smiling with daggers in her eyes. “Those of us who have to work for a living have had a demanding morning. But knowing that you had a refreshing time makes it all worth it.”

  “I was just doing what was asked of me,” I said. “What do you need me to do? Carry luggage? Show some guests the pool area?”

  “Don’t be silly Tina. Tonight is the pageant. You’ve got an important role to play,” she said, her mood softening. “I’m sending you up to Mr. Stannis’ room to get ready.”

  I walked off towards the elevator and saw Maggie waiting there. She glanced over at me and gave me a dirty look.

  “What’s your problem?” I said.

  “Oh nothing. How was your day at the spa?” she said.

  “Don’t be a hater, Maggie,” I said.

  “It’s not fair!” she said. “You go off to be primped and pampered and I had double the work here.”

  She had a point, but I didn’t have any response. I pushed the elevator button. “Are you excited about the party tonight?”

  Her eyes lit up, “Oh girl, it’s going to be off the chain. Or maybe on the chain,” she said with a mischievous grin.

  The elevator doors opened and I stepped in.

  “I’ll get the next one. Wouldn’t want you to keep him waiting,” she said as the doors closed.

  I went straight up to Stannis’ floor and knocked at his suite door. The door opened and he stood in front of me. God he was gorgeous. Dark hair, dark eyes, broad chest. He wore a tuxedo and it was cut exactly to his form. Every drape and fold was perfect.

  “Hi,” I said, trying not to swoon like a schoolgirl.

  “Come in, Tina,” he said. He opened the door and stood aside.

  I walked in ran a hand down his chest. The feel of tightly woven fabric on top of the cut marble that was his body sent shivers down my body. I was torn between needing him to wear it and needing to rip it off him. “I’m glad to see you again,” I said.

  “Tonight is very important, Tina,” he said, closing the door. “Tonight is about breaking through more barriers. Conquering more fears.” He put his hand on my cheek. “Are you ready for that?”

  “I don’t know,” I said.

  “That’s always it, isn’t it? You don’t know if you’re ready because you don’t know what’s being asked of you,” he said, his face close to mine. “So far we’ve broken down these barriers by educating you. Training you.”

  “Making the unknown known,” I said. I closed my eyes, my lips parting slightly. When he spoke to me like this, it woke something up inside me.

  “Very good,” he said. “But now I need you to jump into the unknown. It’s going to be different. It’s going to be uncomfortable. It might even be frightening. But I think you’re ready.” His nose touched my cheek, his breath hot against my jaw.

  I didn’t know if I believed him. Something about his tone said that this would be different somehow. But I didn’t care. He’d been right so far, and I didn’t want to disappoint him. “I’m ready,” I said, going up on my tip toes to kiss him.

  His lips locked onto mine, pure electricity flowing through me. Blinding and hot, it shot through my face, down my chin and neck. My ribcage tightened, my stomach wanting to do flips but pinned in place by my breath. My core flexed, poised and ready to jump on him.

  “Good,” he said, looking down into my eyes. “Very good. Eagerness, very exciting. You’ll do great tonight.”

  “Will I be wearing…” I said.

  “Your leash and collar?” he said.

  I swallowed. They were now my leash and collar. I felt a twinge from my slit. That primal part of me knew what came with putting on the collar. It remembered servicing him. It remembered him mounting me from behind. I touched my neck, the feel of the collar choking me while he rammed home.

  “Of course,” he said. “I can’t have my pretty little bitch strutted around without her full regalia. That wouldn’t be presentable.” His voice took on a deep gravel timbre, that voice he gets when he wants me.

  “Is that how you want me?” I said, my voice teasing him. “Obedient and on all fours? Ready to service that huge cock of yours?”

  “Naughty little bitch,” he said. He pressed himself against me, the fullness of his erection evidence of his excitement. His prick extended down one pant leg of the tux, lifting it away from his leg. His hand went around my waist and he kissed me deeply. His tongue swept into my mouth, an oar steering the ship of our lust.