An Heir For The Billionaire

by Towers, Terry

  "On your knees."

  Damon dropped to his knees, so his upper torso was situated between her legs, his mouth little more than a foot from the apex between her legs.

  "You forgot my garter earlier," She chided.

  He gave his head a little shake, clucking his tongue off of the roof of his mouth. "Indeed I did."

  "Remove it."

  Grabbing the garter he was about to jerk it down when she stopped him.

  "No."

  "Huh."

  "Not like that."

  Damon frowned. "Then how?"

  "With your teeth." She was beginning to get into this. She felt oddly powerful; the feeling of control was exhilarating, fuelling her desire.

  His frown evaporated and the hint of a grin pulled at the corners of his lips as he leaned over her and his lips brushed across her lower stomach, just above her panties before lowered to her left thigh. He caught the white frilly lace between his teeth and jerked it downwards. She wasn't sure if it was more arousing or amusing as he pulled and tugged - hands free - attempting to remove the garter. Once the garter reached her ankle, he straightened and pulled it all the way off, tossing it to the floor.

  "Alright. Now remove my shoes."

  Her shoes were removed quickly and as he reached to unhook the top of her nylons from her garter, Katrina stopped him. "Did I tell you to do that?"

  Damon chuckled. "No, Mrs. Garratt."

  "Oh, I like how you say that." Mrs. Garratt, God she loved being called that. She'd imagined being called Mrs Garratt countless times when they were young. She'd even scribbled it on her notebook, as young girls do, just to see how it would look. Katrina Garratt. Yes, she liked it. It fit. They fit.

  He stood and leaned over her, his lips brushing against hers. The smell of his aftershave drifted to her nose, enticing her to move closer. "Mrs. Garratt," he whispered against her ear. She shivered and let her head fall back, her golden hair cascading down her back and puddling on the blanket.

  His lips kissed their way along her jaw to her neck. She moaned softly as his lips moved down her neck, sending wave upon wave of anticipation through her. She spread her legs further apart, attempting to relieve some of the tension.

  "I don't think I said you could do that," she murmured as his lips worked their way across her collarbone and down the valley between her breasts.

  "Nope. You didn't. I'm winging it." His mouth swept over her left breast and then her right, capturing the tight bud between his teeth. A jolt of pleasure raced through her and she cried out, the throbbing between her pussy increasing.

  "Damon. Please. Oh my God, I need you."

  "Uh-huh," he murmured as he swirled his tongue around her second nipple, before sucking it into his mouth. The coil of desire tightened within her, his teasing was both wonderful and frustrating.

  "I need more. Please."

  "I see." He released her nipple and began to string kisses down her torso and to his stomach.

  "Oh yes. Yes, lower. Please lower."

  Once he reached the top of her panties, he stopped and began to kiss the exposed flesh of her inner thigh, as he unclasped the top of her nylons from the garter. Once undone he slowly rolled the stocking down her leg as he kissed her ivory skin as it became exposed.

  Once the first stocking was off, he began with the second. Katrina watched in anticipation and sexual frustration as he repeated the process with her second leg.

  "Please, please, please!"

  His fingers swiftly undid her garter and pulled it down and over her hips, leaving her only in her lacy panties. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her panties he took his time to pull them down her legs and toss them to the floor with the growing pile of clothing.

  Katrina fisted the blanket under her as she waited, while tempted to beg him to hurry, but knowing he'd only tease her longer if she did. He seemed to be cruel like that. Once she was completely naked, spread wide for him, his eyes caught hers.

  "Now tell me," she could hear the tension in his voice. He wanted to plunge his cock deep within her as much as she wanted him to, but his willpower was much better than hers it appeared.

  "Make me come." She closed her eyes and let her head fall back again, waiting to feel his lips and tongue on her most intimate of parts.

  He leaned over her again, and she tensed up as he began grazing his lips over her shaven mound. "Tell me how you want to come."

  Oh dear God! She eyes flew open and she lifted her head, her eyes locking with his. "With your tongue. Please, Damon. Fuck me with your tongue and then give me your cock. I need to feel you come in me. God, please!" She could feel her cheeks burning at her brazen admission.

  He chuckled softly. "Was that so hard?"

  Yes! She screamed inwardly, but had no chance to reply verbally as his fingers spread her pussy lips and his tongue swiped the length of her from her anus to her clit. She groaned and squirmed against his mouth and his probing fingers as they plunged deep with her. His tongue began to flick and tease her clit as he slid two fingers in and out of her core, stroking her inner core with each stroke.

  His tongue and fingers were bringing her towards a climax at an alarming pace. Her elbows holding her torso up became shaky and so she let herself fall back onto the mattress and her hands gripped his shoulders, urging him on. She was getting closer and closer, so close that her body felt as though it was humming, while her juices were slowly slipping from her entrance and down her ass. She needed more, harder and faster.

  "Use your tongue!"

  Another bout of soft chuckling as he did what he was instructed. He removed his finger and thrust his tongue into her. She cried out, her fingers digging into his bare shoulders as she bucked against his mouth and a wave of pleasure and relief washed over her as she came into his mouth.

  But Damon was far from finished and was intent on keeping her riding the high of her climax. As the evidence of her orgasm greeted his probing tongue, he continued to tongue fuck her pussy, his fingers pinching and rolling her clit. She bucked and moaned against his mouth, lifting her head to watch him, his face buried between her legs.

  It was good. Too good. Oh-my-God! Another rush of pleasure raced through her to explode between her legs, making her cry out. Her heart was beating so hard it felt like it was going to explode within her chest as she quickly lost all train of thought and gave in to the continuous flow of pleasure.

  Just when she thought she couldn't handle one more second of the glorious sensations racing through her, Damon pulled back, stood up and finished stripping off his clothing. Grabbing her legs, he pulled her towards the edge of the bed until her bottom was hovering over the edge. Stepping up to her, he ran the head of his cock up and down the length of her, taunting her of things to come.

  Katrina wiggled against him, attempting to impale herself on him.

  "Damn Damon. Give it to me!" She cried out, arching her back and fisting the blanket under her.

  Her request was granted as he slowly pushed into her. He took his time sinking into her wet and throbbing core. Propping her torso up with her elbows behind her again, she watched as his cock sank into her. God, it looked so good seeing him slide into her. She wasn't sure what she found more pleasurable, the feel of him stretching her cannel or watching him disappear within her.

  They moaned in unison as Damon finished sinking into her, taking her to the hilt.

  "Oh yes. So good," he gasped.

  They began to move together, Katrina watching as his dick coated in her juices disappeared and reappeared from within her. With each inward stroke the tip of his cock stroked her inner wall, at just the right spot to make her buck and moan against him. She quickly began to ascend the summit once more.

  "Come down here." She needed to feel his warm, hard body against her. She needed every part of him as close to her as humanly possible.

  He grinned and lowered his torso to hers, crushing her breasts against his massive expanse of a chest.

  "Better?"


  "Much," she confirmed, slipping a hand behind his head and forcing his lips to hers. He felt good - sooo good - as their bodies gave and took pleasure from each other. Damon pulled his lips from hers and brushed his lips up and down the side of her neck. She arched her back and slid her hands to his back, her nails digging into the rigid muscle.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him tighter into her and working in time with him, their bodies working in perfect harmony. His balls slapped against her pussy as he began to work her pussy harder, faster. The sensations rushing through her became more intense, and she found herself moaning and crying out with more zeal as she reached the summit.

  "I'm coming Damon!" She cried out as her body tensed under him and a gush of pleasurable relief washed over her as her pussy exploded around his shaft, begging him to ride the wave with her.

  "Oh fuck Katrina," he groaned, not allowing her a moment to bask in her orgasm as he increased his pace, his dick punishing her throbbing pussy without mercy.

  "Yes, yes. Oh fuck me! Yes!" she cried out as she was swept up a second time, her arms and legs tightening around him.

  "I'm there. Fuck sweetie, I'm there with you." With a final forceful thrust that moved their bodies a couple inches up on the mattress his cock thickened and then exploded. The force of his cum as it burst from him sent her over the edge a final time and her moans mixed with his and they came down from their sexual high together.

  They held each other for a moment, both of their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their respective releases.

  He pulled back and looked down at her, the emotion in his dark eyes so intense it brought tears to her glazed over blue eyes. "I love you, wife."

  A wide smile broke out on her lips as she touched the side of his face. "I love too, sweet husband."

  "Mmmm, I do love the sound of that coming from your lips."

  "Me too." For the first time in her life she held safe, secure; as if everything was going to turn out alright. He was her home, her family.

  Chapter 16

  "Congratulations on the wedding, Damon." Dr. Van Buren inserted a needle into Damon's arm to freeze the area at his elbow and nodded towards Katrina. "And Katrina. You two look happy. That's good."

  "Thank you, Doctor," Damon and Katrina spoke in unison. Damon glanced down at Katrina and smiled at her. She was sitting on the sofa next to him, in his home office in New York, with her hand in his. Damon could feel the stress and tension within her so gave her hand a soft reassuring squeeze. Feeling his hand tighten on hers caused her to glance up and he gave her a reassuring smile.

  Gary gave Damon a stern look. "I haven't liked seeing you doing this on your own Damon. It's about time you settled down, it's long past due."

  Damon was starting to feel really good about life. Their days in Vegas following the wedding had easily been some of the best in his life. No work - it was a foreign, but good feeling. He'd pushed back all his worries. And he just lived. For a few days he lived, enjoying every second. They arrived home the previous evening and now that Monday morning had arrived, it was time to face reality, but he had a much better outlook now. It was going to be alright. There was no doubt in his mind that they were going to get through this and live a long, fun-filled life together. They just had to give over this hump.

  "We've already discussed the procedure of inserting the catheter, but I can go through it again if you like."

  "Nah, I'm clear on it Gary."

  "Alright good. There is one thing that we need to discuss that I don't think we did previously, but it's extremely important giving your situation."

  "Sure. Shoot."

  "Once I insert the catheter we'll discuss it. You're going to feel a pinch so take a deep breath in when I tell you."

  Damon shrugged. "Sure." He glanced down at Katrina and gave her another smile and a wink when she caught his gaze. She looked much more worried than he felt.

  "Deep breath in Damon," Doctor Van Buren instructed.

  Damon did was told and felt a slight pinch and discomfort in his arm, but nothing worse than a discomfort. Katrina's hand tightened in his. He was actually grateful that she was so worried - in a way - because focusing his attention on settling her down distracted him from his own concerns.

  "Alright, we're done. A nurse will be sent to the office to flush and clean it every Monday morning. You can't brush off a cleaning. It's extremely important, Damon, so schedule meetings and such around it."

  "Sure Doc. We're going to be staying here in New York until the process is over anyhow."

  "Good. Now, I assume you two will be trying to have children?" The doctor pulled his latex gloves off and tossed them into the waste can beside Damon's desk as he packed up his equipment.

  Damon frowned. He knew where this was going.

  "I would strongly suggest you two see a fertility clinic. Later today if you can, but definitely before the first treatment, because the treatment I have lined up for you will greatly reduce your fertility and there is a very real possibility that it will render you infertile indefinitely. So be prepared for that."

  Damon's jaw clenched. It was a blow. A big blow to him, though he suspected as much. It made him even more grateful that Katrina came back into his life when she did.

  Gary skimmed through his leather planner, pulled out a business card and passed it to him. I'll call them when I leave and tell them to expect to see you-" He paused catching Damon's gaze. "-this afternoon."

  Looking down at Katrina he raised a questioning brow. "Do you want to do this?" He waved the card at her.

  Her frown deepened and she nodded, her eyes lowering to their entwined hands. "We should.... In case."

  Damon leaned into her and kissed the top of her head. "Okay, set it up Gary. We'll drop in this afternoon and do whatever is necessary. Having a baby is very important to us so however it has to happen."

  "In that case, I'll be seeing you in a few days with your first treatment."

  *****

  "Mr. and Mrs. Garratt, Dr. Robichaud has been waiting for you. Please follow me." The petite blonde receptionist led them down a short hallway, elegantly styled with cream coloured walls and scones on the walls giving off a soft, soothing light.

  The receptionist knocked on the door with a golden plate with the name Dr. Ethan Robichaud.

  "Come on in."

  The receptionist opened the door and led them into a small office, which kept in line with the warm toned theme of the clinic. The man behind the large oak desk, a slender man of his late fifties, extended his hand to first Damon and then Katrina.

  The receptionist quietly excused herself from the room and closed the door behind her. The doctor re-seated himself, while Damon and Katrina seated themselves across from him.

  "It's good to meet you both. Dr. Van Buren asked that I take special care of you two and that we're on a bit of a time crunch."

  "Yes."

  The doctor opened a file folder which already contained a number of medical reports. "I've already read through your medical history and am aware of the treatment Dr. Van Buren has planned for you, Damon. So there are a couple things I would like to achieve this afternoon."

  "Of course. Whatever is necessary. That's why we're here."

  Katrina nodded her agreement and then reached over to Damon and took his hand.

  "First, I need blood work from you both. Damon, I'm going to need you to donate today and come back every day over the next several days until your first chemo treatment. Katrina, we're going to do a full medical exam on you, because we'll be starting the insemination process during your next ovulation."

  "Now to Katrina, when was your last menstrual period?" He poised his pen waiting for an answer.

  Katrina shrugged and crinkled up her nose. "Ummm, a couple of weeks ago, maybe."

  Doctor Robichaud looked up from his paperwork, a brow raised. "Maybe?"

  "I don't know..." She looked at Damon who simply laughed and shrugged.

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sp; "Baby, I have no idea. Not sure why you're looking at me."

  When was my last menstrual period? If the truth be known she really didn't know. She never paid much attention to it. To her it was an uncomfortable few days every once and a while then back to life as normal.

  "Alright. We'll know everything we need to once the tests are done anyhow. But, I would like you to keep track of it from now on."

  Katrina felt an embarrassed blush colour her cheeks at being chastised.

  Doctor Robichaud didn't seem to notice her embarrassment as he continued. "So we're going to get right too it. I'll send my nurse in to take blood samples and then I'll do Katrina's examination while Damon gives us his first deposit."

  Katrina couldn't help but snicker as she glanced at Damon out of the corner of her eye. It was his turn to be embarrassed at the thought of masturbating into a cup.

  "So. Let's get started."

  *****

  "I swear I've never been so sick of jacking-off in my life Kat," Damon groaned as he plunked himself down on a sterile chair at the clinic, his specimen cap in hand. They'd been advised to refrain from intercourse while he was doing his daily collections at the clinic, but that was near impossible. They were newlyweds for heavens sakes and it didn't help that he got hard every time she brushed up against him, or she looked up at him with desire in her blue eyes.

  However, of the past five days, two of those days he managed to restrain himself from indulging in her. Two was better than nothing, right? Besides, even though it was a long shot, he did prefer to impregnate her naturally - if possible.

  "At least this time they didn't tote me off to another room for examinations and tests." She took the cup from him and placed it on the small steel table beside the chair he was sitting in. She slowly dropped to her knees, between his legs and looked up at him, her eyes beginning to fill with lust.

  Damon's cock jerked alive and began to rise to the occasion as she undid his jeans. He shifted in the chair and pushed down his jeans and boxer briefs giving her full access to his throbbing manhood. Pre-cum was already beginning to form at the tip in anticipation.