The Billionaire's Payment (BBW Erotic Romance)

by Alexis Moore

  Plug my behind? I couldn’t even ask what he meant by that as he pressed on my clitoris and thrust his fingers back and forth several times. I felt the tremors start deep in my stomach, but he pulled his fingers out abruptly.

  “Not yet, my sweet.” He shook his head as though I was a naughty child as he quickly undid the handcuffs and got off the bed. “Before this week is through I will teach you to come only when I command it.”

  I would love to see him try! There was no way I could stop myself from coming if he continued to tease me the way he did.

  The three glass objects he tossed onto the bed when he returned were so pretty, I picked the nearest one up. A kaleidoscope of colour ran through it, twisting uniformly down to the broad top to the smoothly rounded tip. The flat base was clear colourless glass. The smallest one was similar in design, but the largest was plain. I could see right through it to the dark blue sheet below.

  “These are pretty. What are…?” No! These couldn’t be the plugs he mentioned. My God, the largest one was almost the same diameter as his penis!

  “These, my sweet, are going to stretch you in preparation for receiving me.” He picked up the large one. “I can’t wait to see your tight muscles quivering around this.”

  “Jared—” I began.

  “Shh, my sweet. You’ll thank me later.”

  I doubted very much that I would be thanking him for anything! I wasn’t sure that I could take even the smallest plug, but I let him roll me on to my front and position me so that I was kneeling on all fours close to the foot of the bed. He picked up the tube he had tossed on the bed with the plugs. I heard the snap as he opened it and then felt the cool drizzle of moisture between the cheeks of my behind.

  “Rest your head on these pillows, so that you’re tilted upwards,” Jared instructed grabbing two of the huge pillows that were out of my reach and pushing them under me. Then I felt his finger press against my anus. I bit the pillow as he gently but incessantly poked until it slipped inside. “Perfect.”

  “I’m not sure about this, Jared.” I groaned as a second finger was pressed inside me.

  “I know what I’m doing. Just relax and trust me.” He smoothed his free hand along my flinching back. “Relax.”

  I relaxed but immediately tensed as he pulled his fingers out and I felt the tip of one of the plugs replace them. Jared reached downward and pinched my nipple between his fingers. As I squirmed from the hot sting of it, I felt the fullest part of the plug breach my anus.

  “How does that feel, sweetheart.”

  “Good,” I moaned surprised as Jared left it buried, but worked it back and forth. “So…good.”

  “If this is good, just imagine what its going to be like having my thick meat inside you, sweet.”

  I couldn’t imagine taking all of him and yet the image of it—him standing behind me and forcing that monstrously big tip of it past my little anus and all the way up inside made my vagina clench emptily.

  “I think you’re ready for the second one already.” I willed myself to relax further at the approval in Jared’s voice. I so wanted to please him. He teased me with the tip of the second for much longer. When I pressed myself back he cautioned, “Careful. Hold still and let me do this or I could rip you.”

  I pressed my face into the pillow and let him take complete control, although the instinct to push back and envelop the plug was overwhelming.

  “Just a tiny bit more.” I felt another cool trickle of lubricant and then Jared pressed the plug home.

  “Ah, ah!”

  “Just breathe and stay relaxed, sweetheart.” Jared parted my vaginal lips and covered my clitoris with his lips. In no time I forgot the plug in my bottom as I wiggled my hips and begged him not to stop.

  The brute stopped when I was almost on the verge of coming…again.

  “Jared, I need to—”

  “Trust me to know just what you need, sweetheart.”

  “I think that one’s too big,” I moaned as he pulled the medium plug free and attacked my bottom with the largest.

  “You can take it, sweetheart.”

  “I don’t know, Jared.”

  “Don’t let me down now, my love.”

  My love. I knew that he didn’t mean the words, but they filled me with tenderness. I would do anything for him…anything he asked of me.

  “Beautiful.” Jared must have felt my sudden, total relaxation.

  “Ah…ah…ah…ah…ah…ah.” The involuntary, repeated sound wasn’t one of pain, though it laced the indescribable feeling that was curling around my insides. I just couldn’t stay silent as Jared continued to work the plug slowly inside me. I marvelled at his control. His erection, which I longed to hold but needed my fingers to grip the pillows, was an angry red, the head almost purple.

  “There.” For a moment I saw stars as my anus gratefully closed around the stem of the plug after the meatiest part had slid inside me.

  “Phew!” Jared chuckled at my heartfelt sigh of relief.

  “I wish you could see how beautiful it looks inside you. Can you…” he moved the pillows and I first peeped under my body and then over my shoulder. I could just see the flat, circular end against my behind.

  “Perhaps, if I turned around,” I suggested and rolled over onto my back carefully.

  Jared gasped as I grasped my waist on either side, pressed my elbows into the bed and threw my legs up over my head.

  “Yoga,” I told him, laughing at his shocked expression…until I caught sight of the plug inside me. Oh my God!

  “Take it out, Jared,” I begged him, turning my head away in horror.

  “Just have a look, sweetheart.” I closed my eyes tightly as Jared turned my head forward again. “Those are the muscles that will squeeze my cock when I’m inside you.”

  I risked a tiny peek at the plug again. The thing from Alien had mysteriously disappeared leaving only my flesh pulsing rhythmically around the glass and a tiny, circular dark hole in the middle.

  I released my waist and lowered my legs as Jared climbed onto the bed with me. When I widened my legs and tried to scoot closer, he grasped my right hip and urged me onto my front. “From the back, baby. I want to see that plug filling your sweet ass.”

  Even though I sensed his impatience, he rubbed the tip of his erection several times against me, bumping my clitoris and making me desperately try to impale myself backwards onto him, before he eased it slowly between my nether lips.

  I’d almost forgotten the plug inside me…almost. Now as Jared tried to push his way inside, it tried to keep him out.

  “I don’t think there’s enough room with the plug inside me, too,” I warned Jared. The stretching was bearable, but it just seemed physically impossible.

  “There’s room, my love, and I will find it. Just leave it to me.”

  And once again Jared proved me wrong. Since he had slid the plug inside me, he hadn’t touched it. Now he moved it in miniscule motions back and forth as he sunk his erection slowly deeper.

  “Yes, Jared. Oh, yes!” I felt the thinness of the membrane separating him from the plug. A tremor ran through me at the thought of it being ruptured. But this was Jared, I reminded myself relaxing and allowing him to go deeper on his next stroke. He won’t let harm come to me.

  “You’re such a delight, my sweet.” Jared increased the movement of his hand just a tad. “It would have been a pleasure to watch you take another man’s cock while I’m buried in your sweet ass, honey.”

  My pleasure evaporated at his words. Didn’t he understand that I was this way only for him? I didn’t want any other man touching…any other man fucking me?

  “But I couldn’t share you. I just can’t.” My heart soared at the emotion in Jared’s voice as he made the admission. He might not love me, but he felt something strong—possession, lust, I didn’t mind—as long as it meant that I moved him in some way.

  He released the end of the plug and let it house itself inside my rectum. Then he held my hips a
nd treated me to the delicious length of his cock, withdrawing to the tip and then sliding back deep inside me again. On each stroke the muscles at my entrance fought to deny his bulbous head entry and each time it pushed relentlessly past them.

  “I should punish this little pussy for making me want to fuck it again even before I’m done.” Jared shortened his thrusts and seemed to concentrate on burying himself deeper. I don’t think that he meant me to hear the words he whispered next, “It’s so sweetly enslaving.”

  Whatever else he may have said was lost as he rolled his hips and hit a spot inside me that made me lose all conscious thought. I thrust backwards to meet him as the shivers started.

  ***

  “I love the way you come, sweet.” We were lying on the bed, my head against his shoulder. The butt plug was still inside me playing havoc with my senses. “But I will have to teach you some discipline.”

  “But, Jared, it was your fault!” I complained. I’d been fine until he did that thing with his hips. “You gave me too much pleasure.”

  “We haven’t started to explore pleasure yet, my sweet.” He reached a long arm past my hip and wrapped his hand around the end of the plug. “The way you flowered to my tongue, the way you took this plug, tells me you will find my cock very satisfying.”

  “More satisfying than in my…my pussy?” The word made me think of a little furry animal. But I guess that was exactly what my vagina was.

  “Perhaps. Let’s try it and see.” Jared pulled on the plug. I gasped as the thickest part slid out of my rectum for the first time since he had pushed it inside me. He slid it back inside and gave me only a moment’s respite before doing it again. “Anal plugs are flawed if their purpose is to prepare the ass for fucking. A cock goes in and out past the entrance, from head to base. With a plug the largest part remains inside once it gets past the rim.”

  “Aarrgg…aarrgg.” I barely heard his words over the roaring of my ears. He was pushing it in and out. Fucking me with it, as he would say. It was too much. “Stop, Jared.” I grasped his wrist, but instead of stopping him, I pressed it back inside me and out again, so that it softly chafed the skin at my anus and tickled the engorged nerve endings there.

  In this position my left breast was so close to Jared’s lips, he simply parted his mouth and let it slip inside.

  “Jared, I’m going to come,” I warned.

  “No, you’re not.” He flipped me onto my front and then stuffed two pillows under my hips. “Not until I’m inside you, you don’t!”

  I heard the sound of him opening the lube and the slick sound of him coating his erection liberally with it. He pulled out the plug and plugged the gap with his erection before I had a chance to miss the feeling of fullness. I squirmed to get away as he pressed forward.

  “Open up for me, sweets. You’re so ready for this.” He held my hip firmly with one hand and slid the other beneath us to caress my clitoris. I could deny him nothing when he strummed it so deliciously. “Yes, sweetheart. Take it all for me.”

  After several strokes, with us both making sounds that would be unmistakeable to anyone hearing them, Jared grasped my breasts and hunched himself over me.

  “How will I be able to forget you now…your juicy round breasts…,” he squeezed them and all I wanted for him to do was increase the pressure, “…your tight little virginal pussy and ass?”

  Seeming suddenly angry, he abruptly released my breasts, pressed my torso down so that my bottom was higher.

  What followed next was probably meant to be punishment for making him lose control. But it was only pleasure to me. Knife-edged, toe-curling, stomach-churning pleasure.

  “Yes, yes…oh yes…now deeper…deeper…harder…faster,” I begged.

  Jared’s body stiffened as mine lost control. We came together, my screams just drowning out his groans of release.

  Chapter Six

  Jared picked up the remote and lightened the room, so that the last of the sunlight streaked inside. Instinctively I tried to get under the covers to hide my nakedness.

  Was it still the same day? Was it only hours ago that I’d been living in a daze, seeing the world in shades of grey and not brightly coloured?

  “The windows are one-way—no one can see in.”

  “Even if they weren’t this is the tallest building around, so they couldn’t anyway!” I didn’t admit that I had been trying to hide from him and not worried about being seeing from outside.

  “The Paparazzi use any means necessary, including helicopters,” Jared contradicted.

  “What?” I covered my breasts and tried again to crawl under the covers.

  “No one can see us. I promise.” Jared moved my hands and cupped my breasts himself. “When I was sixteen, I used to jerk off almost every night to a poster of Linsey Dawn McKenzie. She’s got beautiful, large natural breasts like you. I never thought I’d meet a woman in the flesh whose breasts could surpass hers, until you.”

  “Is she an actress?” I’d never heard of the woman.

  “She used to be a glamour model in those days, but she’s a porn star now.” Jared pushed my breasts together and ran his tongue from one nipple to the other, making me hiss in reaction. “I can’t believe that no other man has touched your breasts but me.”

  “Well, boys at school sometimes try to sneak a feel. And once I was on the Tube and a man pinched my nipple. I was on my way to college in rush hour. I couldn’t tell who it was. I was so frightened I got off the next stop and sat on one of the benches and cried. I couldn’t face classes that day, so I went back home.” I shuddered at the memory and yet it seemed so trivial now.

  “If I knew who that mongrel was I would hunt him down like a dog!” Jared’s eyes glinted dangerously and once again I was reminded that he wasn’t just any man. He was a ruthless billionaire used to getting his own way. “How dare that bastard grab your breast like he had a claim to it?”

  “It’s alright,” I stroked his arm and tried to calm him, surprised that he would get so angry at something that had happened so long ago. “I took the bus after that. It added more than an hour to my journey each day, but I had almost finished my A-Levels anyway.”

  “You didn’t go to university?” It was inconceivable to Jared that her parents hadn’t persuaded her to go. It wasn’t just the obtaining of a degree that made university special. It was the first taste of independence, the meeting of people of all walks of life and the friends and contacts you made for life.

  “I didn’t want to. I was planning to go and live with my grandparents in India…then my grandmother died.”

  Then I wouldn’t have met you. The thought made me unbearably sad.

  “What did you want to be when you grew up?”

  “An actress,” I told him, unable to hide the wistful note in my voice. “My grandmother was a great Bollywood actress. I wanted to be just like her. Our favourite movie was Khabi Khabie and we used to sing along whenever we watched it. Khabi Khabi, mera dil mein…” I broke off, embarrassed when I realized that I had been humming the words.

  “Go on, it sounds wonderful,” he encouraged.

  “No. My grandmother was the singer not me. She had a great voice.”

  “Didn’t your mother want to be an actress too?”

  “Yes, but according to my grandmother, Mum couldn’t act her way out of a paper bag.” I laughed and then covered my mouth, feeling embarrassed at my disloyalty. But I couldn’t help myself as I remembered her cameo role in one of Grandma’s hit movies. “She was given a small part as my grandmother’s daughter in a movie. She looked really wooden.”

  I fell silent as I thought about my grandmother. She would have been sixty-four in November—less than two years older than my father.

  “What happened?” he asked gently.

  “It was all arranged. My grandparents were going back to live in Mumbai and they were taking me with them. She was going to introduce me to Sanjay Leela Bhansali who directed two of Bollywood’s greatest movies starrin
g Aishwarya Rai, Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam and Devdas.”

  “I’ve met Aishwarya Rai, well she’s Rai Bachchan now.” He smiled as I looked at him in astonishment. “She and several other Bollywood actors were at the 2006 Commonwealth Games. She’s ever bit as beautiful as she appears on stage.”

  “I wouldn’t have been able to compete with her and the new breed of Bollywood actresses,” I admitted. “Things were so different in my grandmother’s time, but there are still really good roles for mother and grandmother figures in Indian cinema.”

  “You as a mother or grandmother?” He seemed amused by the idea.

  “With the right makeup I would make a great mother or grandmother!” I informed him indignantly and then laughed too. It was a compliment.

  “You were telling me about your grandmother,” he prompted.

  “I’ve been depressed since she died just over four years ago. She was the only one who seemed to understand me.”

  “How did she die?” he asked gently.

  “She fell and hit her head on my grandparents’ marble entryway. I remember the night. She was taking me to the Zee Cine Awards. They were being held in London that year and she was so excited. She was on standby to present an award if one of the presenters cancelled at the last minute. I was already dressed and waiting downstairs. She came down safely and did a twirl to show me the full outfit. Her heel must have caught the hem of her sari. She fell backwards. My grandfather was standing right there, but he couldn’t catch her…she fell…sometimes I can still hear the sound of it.”

  Jared gathered me in his arms. “Sorry, baby, I won’t have asked if I’d known the subject was still so painful.”