by Peyton Banks
7
At seven o’clock on a Saturday night, Tiara found herself entering the main ballroom of the Grand Valley Resort. If she hadn’t gone to a predominantly white college, she might have found herself intimidated being surrounded by all of these white people. But that is something that you get used to growing up in Colorado. Sometimes you were the minority amongst the majority. You either sucked it up and dealt with it or you buried your head in the sand.
She knew she looked good, so she glided into the ballroom in her black and white floor length gown. She decided that she needed to make a statement. The left side of her dress was black while the right side was white. The spaghetti strapped creation was decorated with black onyx jewel flowers flowing down the black strap to the top of her breast. The same jewels repeated down the front of her gown between her breasts for about three inches, making any additional neck jewelry unnecessary. The slit that went mid-thigh down the front of her dress gave a glimpse of her smooth brown skin when she walked. Her golden tresses had been arranged into an intricate knot at the top of her head, completing the elegant outfit.
Her gaze calmly searched the ballroom, noting people staring at her. Yep, definitely a minority.
A wide smile crossed her red-drenched lips at the sight of Jordan moving his way through the crowd towards her. She watched in curiosity as he brushed off several people trying to get his attention. He didn’t stop until he was standing directly in front of her. It wasn’t until this moment that Tiara realized that he stood several inches taller than her. Her sexual fascination with him at their last meeting had blinded her to that aspect of his body.
Both his hands came up to lightly clasp her on each side of her head, his mouth firmly planted on her, his tongues sliding uninhibited into her mouth at her gasp. She moaned lightly at the taste of him. Whiskey and man. His unique taste. One hand slid down her body to firmly plant itself on her ass, pulling her tightly against his erection. She knew from that simple touch that he was ready for business. She wished she ignored his order not to wear panties. The last thing she needed to do was leave a wet spot on the back of her dress alerting the world to her desire for this man.
His mouth slowly lifted from hers. Her eyes drifted open to stare into his whiskey brown ones. He gently squeezed her ass. “I am glad you followed my instructions for no underwear, Pet.” His intimate tone a secret between the two of them.
“You can call me, Tiara.” She dazedly informed him.
“No, that is a name for the rest of the world. You are mine.” He stepped back from her tucking her hand into his elbow as he escorted her further into the ballroom, ignoring the people who had watched him greet her with the sizzling hot kiss. “Come with me, I want you to meet some of my friends.”
She quietly walked with him through the crowd. She was pleasantly surprised when he led her over to a mixed group of men and women who were laughing and talking by the bar.
“Tiara, I would like for you to meet some of my friends.” She loved the sound of his deep voice and how it made her pussy quiver. She was so in tuned to the tone that she almost missed the words that he was saying.
“Wait? What?” She turned back to the tall black-haired man with a pair of sexy blue eyes and the beautiful black woman standing next to him. “Jericho Ryder? The owner of Club Envy?” She was stunned. She wasn’t in the presences of regular people playing dress up. She was with some billionaires. She meant “BILLIONAIRE.” Jericho Ryder had been on the cover of more financial magazines than anyone they had studied in business management school. His outside of the box thinking and diverse money management strategies had propelled him from having nothing to being at the top of the world. Women around the world had cried when he got married several years ago. She looked at the elegant woman standing next to him. That must be his wife.
“Yes, guilty as charged.” He gave her a rueful smile before turning to the woman at his side. “This is my wife, Kellista.” He introduced her.
“Nice to meet you,” Tiara breathlessly greeted them.
“Oh, I am so excited to meet you. We must chat later.” Kellista warmly greeted Tiara.
Before she could say anything, else Jordan was introducing the next couple, “This is my friend Dr. Sebastian Croft and his wife, Dr. Alyvia Winter.” They both laughed at the confused look Tiara must have not hidden very well.
“Yes, we are married even though our last names are different.” Dr. Winter explained. “We work in the same place, and so we can’t have two Dr. Croft. It would be too confusing in an emergency. So, when we got married, I kept my old name. The only downside is I have to warn all of the vultures off of my husband.” She gave Tiara a feral grin. Sebastian Croft was a hunk of burning gorgeousness, but there was no way she would want to tangle with Alyvia.
“I would like you to meet my cousin Brad Coopersmith the fourth and his wife Hollidae and my cousin Roman Fitzgerald Hemingway the third. You will meet his wife Kamiya later, she is busy with the fundraiser.” He explained.
Tiara sucked in her breath. It was one thing to be meeting friends, but Jordan had just introduced her to his family. He was a guy. So, he must not understand the implication of what the hell he just did. Introduction to family took things way beyond a hookup. It went from the realm of a booty call into the murky waters of a relationship.
She wasn’t ready for a relationship. Hell, she didn’t even know Jordan’s last name. She didn’t know what he did for a living. For all, she knew he could be selling ass on the black market. Her breathing increased as each of these thoughts skated through her head. She was in danger of hyperventilating.
Jordan was more in-tuned with her than she thought. She felt his hand slide down her back, petting the bare skin there. Soothing her as if he read the panic in her thoughts and knew she was about to bolt. She needed to get away from him for a second, to breathe so she could get herself under control. She tilted her head up to whisper an excuse in his ear.
“I am going to go to the ladies’ room,” She felt him give a slight nod as he continued his conversation with his cousins. He turned to brush his lips across hers. She didn’t know what to make of such affection in front of his family. She took a quick peek at them to find them all grinning at her.
Tiara felt something slide into her hand. She automatically closed her fingers around even as she looked down to see that Jordan had slid a small velvet bag into her hand.
“Open it in the bathroom.” He whispered to her.
Tiara hurried away. Curiosity riding her to find out what was in the bag.
She entered the bathroom, relieved to find it empty. She entered one of the stalls far from the door. She quickly pulled the drawstring on the bag opened. She pulled out a small note that had been tucked inside with the velvet bundle.
As a reward for not wearing any underwear, I bought you a special pair.
J
She pulled out the black softness.
OH MY GOD.
She had heard of this before. She had even seen one in an advertisement. But she never. Ever. In a million years thought about wearing any. She quickly used the toilet making sure all of her parts were extra dry before slipping the underwear on. They stretched enough that she was able to slip them on without taking off her heels. She slid them up her legs. As she adjusted them, she realized that they fit perfectly.
She bent at her knees several times to adjust the panties so that the small apparatus attached to the front of them fitted snugly against her clit.
This unusual feeling was going to take a few minutes to get used to. When she thought that she had it just right Tiara slipped the note and velvet bag inside her clutch and exited the stall to wash her hands.
As she walked back to the ballroom, she noted that with every step she took her clit brushed against the butterfly. She wasn’t going to be able to wear this thing for long before she had a fucking orgasm right here in the middle of the ballroom. Not one of the things she had on her top ten list of life experiences.<
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She managed to reach the ballroom with her pussy still attached to her body. Jordan held her hand once again when she reached his side.
“Are you wearing my gift, Pet?” he whispered the soft question to her.
She silently nodded her head. “Where is the control?”
“Oops. I guess I forgot it in my room.” He softly teased.
Holy hell he was gorgeous.
“We’ll just have to see what kind of fun we can have without it.” She followed him and his wicked grin across the ballroom to take a seat at one of the tables near the front of the room.
8
Tiara hated to admit it, but she was having fun. The last semi-formal type of function that she had attended had been all stiff, filled with speeches made by stiff people who were determined to suck the fun out of everything with their stiffness. This fundraiser for the Global Heart Foundation was anything but stiff. The people were warm and caring. She hadn’t laughed this hard in years. She was surprised that she had more things in common with Kellista, Hollidae, and Alyvia than she thought she would with wives of billionaires.
It was in the middle of a conversation about their favorite type of chocolate that it happened.
Tiara was describing the Bolivian chocolate that she received from a friend when a vibration shot through her pussy.
“Oh,” she involuntarily gasped. It was such a quick sensation. She shifted in her seat. Trying to find a better position for the butterfly before anyone caught on to her. She’d just settle back, listening to the chocolate discussion when it happened again. This time it lasted longer. Her eyes darted around in confusion, settling on Jordan where he sat next to her talking to Jericho.
It can’t be him. He sat there playing with a pen. Tiara had seen the controls to the butterflies before. They were little oval shape remotes. Jordan looked like he was holding an iPen or a stylus. Even as she watched him twirl it around his fingers, the vibrating against her clit turned on and continued. Jordan looked over at her, giving her a naughty wink before turning back to his conversation with Jericho.
That bastard.
It was the stylus.
He was setting her pussy on fire with that damn iPen. She squirmed in her seat. Her nipples turned into hard little buds. She bit her bottom lip to stop from moaning out loud. She slipped her hand under the table to pound it against Jordan’s thigh as she tried hard not to wiggle.
“Are you okay?” Alyvia asked her as little moans escaped from her.
“Fine,” she managed to get the lie out between her tightly closed lips. She had to control her squirming. More important she needed to control the urge to scream. She was going to kill Jordan if he didn’t let up on that butterfly. Her clit was on fire. She was on the verge of having a screaming orgasm, and there was no alcohol in sight.
“So Tiara,” Kellista spoke to her from her seat down the table, “you’re going to have to tell us how you did it?”
“Did what?” she looked at her in confusion trying not to squirm in her seat as the butterfly continued to sweetly torture her clit.
“How you got Jordan to act so…so…normal?” Alyvia chimed in.
“I don’t understand what you mean by that?”
“First off Jordan doesn’t usually come to these types of functions. Him being here is crazy. Secondly, he isn’t into public displays of affection, and I swear I saw him kissing you.” Kellista explained.
“What they mean is that if you looked up the word “tightass” in the dictionary then you would see Jordan’s picture there. You managed to get him to loosen up and acting like a human being. So, when is the wedding?” Hollidae chimed in.
Tiara started. They didn’t have that type of relationship. First Jordan introduced her to his friends and family, and now those friends and family were asking her when the wedding was. And on top of all of that Jordan was driving her fucking nuts with that damn vibrator.
“No wedding,” she managed to squawk out, “we are just friends.”
All three women looked at her in disbelief. Tiara was being bombarded with emotions and sensations from all sides.
Jordan must have known she was on the edge of losing it. The vibration against her clit suddenly stopped though the effects of it lingered. She tried to discretely adjust the butterfly herself, but any small movement she made just shot more bolts of lightning through her already excited body. It would take very little to push her over the edge. She couldn’t even concentrate on the speeches and thank yous that were a part of the benefit. Everything in her was intensely focused on her body and the pleasure coursing through it.
Fuck. She needed Jordan’s cock in her. She leaned over towards Jordan. “I’m going to go use the restroom.” She didn’t wait for a response from him, just quickly got up out her seat and exited the ballroom as quickly as she could on her wobbly legs.
Tiara bypassed the original bathroom she used to put the devil’s panties on in. She needed something a little more out of the way. Something that she could let loose in without the fear of everyone busting in on her when she screamed in ecstasy.
She found just what she was looking for. A small discrete bathroom tucked in-between a coat closet and a passageway to a nonpublic area of the resort. She released a sigh of relief when she found the whole bathroom deserted. Half of the stalls had the toilet seats still up from the last cleaning. Good. This restroom probably received little traffic. She leaned her head against the cool mirror. The coldness was a welcome contrast to the heat in her body. She straightened up abruptly, turning when the door was pushed open. Jordan stood in the doorway. His eyes blazing hot with desire. Tiara felt her body responding to the passion in his gaze.
“Fuck,” she moaned as the vibrating started against her clit. She leaned against the sink as her legs lost the ability to hold up her weight. She was going to come and come hard.
Before that thought even cleared her mind, Jordan’s hands were sliding up her body, his mouth on the back of her neck, licking, sucking, biting. Marking her as his. The cool restroom air hit the exposed skin of her buttocks. The little strips of cloth making up the underwear was no protection against the air when she was exposed. The contrast between the air and Jordon’s cloth covered cock heightened the pleasure racing through Tiara’s body. She was on the verge of losing control. Nothing penetrated the wall of desire that was consuming her.
“I need your cock in me,” she demanded of her lover. She was in no mood to play. She needed to be fucked, and she needed to be fucked now.
“Really? What makes you think that I care about what you want?” Jordan leisurely stroked his tongue across her neck making no move to release his cock from his pants despite Tiara grinding her ass against him. He wasn’t as unaffected as he pretended. Tiara was aware of the hard piece of steel pressing against her. He might have more control at the moment, but she was going to make sure that he was as wild with desire for her as she was for him.
“You know you want to fuck my pussy.” The sly reply slipped out of her mouth as she licked her lips. She made sure to put extra emphasis on the word “my”.
The mirror reflected a picture of a woman ripe with desire. Her eyes sultry, passion-glazed. She could see the pointed peaks of her nipples poking through the cloth of her dress. Begging for a touch. She loosened her grip on the sink reaching up and gently squeezing her nipples. A moan of pleasure escaped her lips. She threw her head back as a powerful orgasm raced through her. She didn’t attempt to be silent. She wanted the world to know that she was being pleasured.
“Naughty Pet,” Jordan sharply smacked her bare butt cheeks before giving it a soothing rub. “I didn’t give you permission to cum.”
“I am sorry. I don’t remember asking you for permission,” she smarted back slowly coming down from her powerful orgasm. Jordan was in for a surprise if he thought he could dictate her passion to her. After all, she gave him the chance to fuck her, and he didn’t take advantage of it. If he wasn’t going to get the job done, then
she definitely was going to.
“Oh, you think you’re in charge? I guess I am going to have to teach you who’s pussy that is.” Jordan promised. Tiara shivered in anticipation of learning this lesson.
She gasped when Jordan pushed her forward to sprawl across the counters between the sinks. He pushed her hands up until they were braced on the mirror in front of her forcing her ass to stick out. He smacked it sharply. The sting was a contrast from the passion her body had just experienced.
He smacked her ass again.
And again.
And again.
Tiara couldn’t help the tingling in her pussy. The butterfly was still vibrating against her clit making her body sensitive to every sensation flowing through her.
“Whose pussy is this?” Jordan dipped one of his large digits into her weeping pussy. It was instantly soaked with the juices her body was producing in copious amounts.
“Mine.” She moaned. She was aching. She needed him deep in her, but she wasn’t ready to give up control. She had a feeling that once she did, she would become a slave to the sensations he could evoke in her.
“Really?” the sensual murmur was full of hidden promises. Jordan slipped another digit into her pussy. Slowly dragging the two fingers in and out of her. Raising her desire to new levels. Her pussy was screaming for more. She needed his cock. His fingers were raising her pleasure, but it wasn’t the same sensations of being filled by his hard cock. The little something extra was missing. Her body was demanding he satisfy her the only way it knew how. With his hard cock.
“Fuck me,” Tiara demanded.
“Whose pussy is this?” Jordan growled against her neck, biting her hard enough to leave a mark.
“Mine.” She grounded out.
“Wrong answer.” His fingers increased in her pussy. Bringing her to the brink of another orgasm. She groaned in anticipation of sweet relief. She grounded her pussy against his fingers. Soaking his hand in her juices. The pleasure was just beyond her reach. He held her there on the edge of her desire. Her body demanding more.
