Billionaire Games (Taboo Bareback Romance Novella) (2 page)

“Sorry,” she said. “I guess I wasn’t ready for that.” She pressed her body against him again, her breasts against his chest.

He squeezed her to him. “Are you cold?”

“A little.”

“Here take my jacket,” he said.

She waited for him to take it off and try to put it around her before she said, “No, I think I’ll just get in the hot tub. The water will feel perfect right now.”

“Okay, suit yourself. Are you going to drink all my whiskey too?” He smiled.

“If you’ll let me.” She grinned back at him and he laughed.

“Go ahead,” he said. “I’ve never been one to stop someone else from having a good time.”

“Good,” she said, starting to the feel the alcohol. “You know, I completely forgot my bathing suit.”

“Oh yeah? Now why did I have a feeling you were going to say that?”

“You don’t mind do you, Bill?”

He looked around then said, “Be my guest.”

“Hold my drink?” She held the glass out to him then pulled her shirt up over her head so that she was standing next to him in her bra and shorts. “Let me try that cigar again,” she said, putting her breasts on him.

He looked down at her, the easy smile fading as he looked at her cleavage.

This time she didn’t cough as she blew the large white cloud of smoke up into the night. She handed him the cigar back then reached behind her and unhooked her bra, slipping the straps down over her arms before letting it fall to the ground at his feet.

He wasn’t even trying to pretend to not stare at her bare breasts.

Her nipples hardened in the cool air and she felt her pussy getting wet as this rich and powerful man stood captivated by her young body. She turned her back to him and sauntered over to the tub, letting her hips sway back and forth, drawing him in with her ass, loving the attention. Next to the edge, she slipped her fingers under the waistband of her shorts and panties, then very slowly she bent over at the waist and pulled them down, giving him a full view of her shaved pussy, pausing to make sure he got a good look, before stepping out of her shorts and jumping into the hot water, immersing her naked body in it.

“Oh my god, Bill,” she said. “It feels amazing.”

“Oh yeah?” He walked over to the edge, looking down at her, taking another puff off his cigar, still confident as ever. That’s what she liked about men like her step-father; they were always calm under pressure.

She could clearly see the outline of his hardening cock in his pants. “Why don’t you get in with me?”

He laughed. “I don’t think so. My wife would kill me. Not to mention your dad.”

“Oh, Bill,” she said, “Live a little. I won’t tell if you won’t. And I already told you, I’m very good at keeping secrets.”

“You’re trouble, you know that?”

She came over to the edge where he was. Kneeled on the step in front of him, her face level with his cock, water dripping off her breasts. This was too much fun. She bit her bottom lip as she looked up at him, eyes wide open. “Come on Bill,” she said. “I can see you’re excited.” Looking at his cock. “Why don’t you let me take care of that for you? Just slip it out of your pants. Put it in my tight little mouth.”

He took a deep breath and pushed it out through his nose, looking around again.

“Nobody’s going to come back here, Bill. Trust me.”

He looked at her again, taking another sip from his drink.

She took his lack of an answer as a yes and slowly reached her hands out, expecting him to back away.

But he didn’t. He stayed right there looking at her. Daring her to do it.

Her wet fingers found his zipper and she slowly pulled it down, then reached her hand–shaking ever so slightly–into his pants and found his hard cock. Her pussy quivered as she felt his girth under her palm. She sighed, knowing she was about to get what she’d wanted for some time. A powerful man of her own.

Then it all came crashing down.

“What the hell is this?” Her step-dad’s powerful voice came from behind Bill.

She ripped her hand from Bill’s pants and crashed back into the water.

Bill just stood there smirking as her step-dad walked up and stood next to him. The two billionaires looked down at her, naked and alone in the water.

“Daddy,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest, feeling self-conscious now in front of them. “We weren’t doing anything.”

Bill laughed.

Her step-dad glared at her, hands on his hips.

“I just wanted to take a dip in the hot tub,” she said.

“Naked?” her step-dad said.

She looked down, unable to meet his cold stare any longer. Wanted to sink under the water and hold her breath until they left or she passed out.

“And,” Bill said, a wide grin on his face, “not only did she get naked in front of me. She was about to suck my cock. Weren’t you?”

“That’s a lie!” she screamed, not believing he’d told on her. Besides, he was just as guilty as she was. Well, two could play this game. “He came onto me, Daddy.” Working herself up to start crying. “He cornered me, made me get naked. Said he was going to rape me if I didn’t do what he told me.” The tears started to run down her cheeks. Your move, asshole.

The grin left Bill’s face.

Her step-dad turned to Bill, saying “Is that true?”

Glaring at her hard, Bill shook his head slowly. “Careful, little girl,” he said. “If you want to play with the men, you better make sure you know the rules first.”

Then her step-dad took his arm and the two men turned their backs to her. They put their heads together, speaking in voices so low she couldn’t hear.

“Daddy!” she said, feeling like she was losing what little grip she had on the situation.

He whirled around and held is finger up. “Quiet!” His steel blue eyes cut into her, waiting to make sure she followed his order before turning back to talk with Bill.

She sunk down in the hot water, her nose barely above the surface. Steam rose all around her as she watched the two men talking. What could they possibly be talking about for so long? The way Bill had reacted when her step-dad caught them–calm, almost jovial–surprised her. It was like it was an every-day occurrence for him.

Finally, they turned back to her and she stood up in the water, exposing her breasts to them, determined to not let them get the upper hand on her.

Her step-dad said, “It’s time for you to learn some discipline.”

“But daddy,” she said, hearing her whining voice but unable to do anything else, “I didn’t do anything. I told you he said he was going to rape me.”

“Is that really the story you want to stick to?” he said.

“It’s not a story,” she said, but more quietly this time, losing her conviction now. She looked down at the water.

“Well, if that’s the way you want to go we can call the police right now. They can be here within ten minutes. They’ll arrest Bill and you’ll go down to the station with them to give your statement. Is that what you want?”

She wiped the tears from her cheek, trying to figure a way out of this. Getting the police involved definitely wasn’t the way. She shook her head.

“I can’t hear you,” he said.

“No,” she said, looking up at them, glaring. “That’s not what I want.”

“Good,” he said. “Maybe there’s hope for you yet.”

Bill was grinning again. He took another puff from his cigar and blew the cloud of smoke towards her.

“First,” her step-dad said. “You need to make amends to Bill for accusing him of rape. Do you agree?”

Amends? She wasn’t sure she liked the sound of that. She nodded and met Bill’s eyes. “I’m sorry Bill, I don’t know what I was thinking.”

He shrugged. “That okay. No harm done. I admire your tenacity.” Then he whispered something in her step-dad’s ear.

Her step-dad looked at him for a moment then turned to her. “An apology is a good start, but now you need to finish what you started. I want you to suck Bill’s cock.”

Her eyes widened. She couldn’t believe what she just heard. Her step-dad, who rarely ever acknowledged she was there let alone spoke to her, was asking her to suck the dick of his business partner. It had to be some kind of trick, or a joke maybe. They were both going to start laughing at her any moment. She looked to Bill’s face, then back to her step-dad’s. There was no hint of humor on either man and they just stared back at her, waiting for a response.

“You,” she said, “want me to give him a blow job? Like, right here?”

He nodded.

Still not sure if he was serious or not. How could he be? “I don’t understand,” she said.

“Well, let me explain it to you then,” he said, speaking slowly and clearly as if to someone who spoke English as a second language. “You need to learn some discipline. I’ve been busy with other things and neglected to teach you. Perhaps that’s my fault. Now we find ourselves in this unfortunate situation. You’ve offended Bill and that reflects poorly on me. You sucking his dick accomplishes two things: first, it will prove to Bill that you’re truly sorry. And second, it will prove to me that you’re willing and able to learn from me. If that’s not something you want then you can collect your clothes and go back to your room. I’ll leave it to your mother to deal with you from now on. But if you do want to learn to take orders from me, and I suspect you do by the little show you put on today by the pool, then you can start by taking Bill’s dick into your mouth right now. Think carefully before you act.”

She swallowed hard. He was definitely serious. Everything about
 
him–the look on his face, his unwavering stare–screamed serious to her and she suddenly had the urge to jump up out of the water and run away from these two power-hungry men. Run away and never look back.

But there was an even greater urge in her. Her pussy began to throb at the thought of her step-father having complete control over her. Ordering her to do things. Dirty, secret things like sucking Bill’s cock in front of him. And afterwards would he make her suck his cock? That prospect alone was worth any freedom she might be sacrificing by agreeing to this. Knowing her step-father it would definitely mean sacrificing something. He’d said he was going to teach her discipline. And she knew he always followed through on what he said with an unwavering and relentless drive to succeed.

In the end, the decision was easy. The idea of this man fucking her face in front of her father excited her beyond anything she could imagine and any possible consequences of agreeing to this–what would you even call it? an arrangement?–any possible consequences of agreeing to this arrangement were so far from her mind it was no wonder that later, much later, she would look back on this moment in her life and marvel at how sometimes decisions of such great magnitude could be made with nearly no thought whatsoever.

“Hand me that towel?” She didn’t want to get Bill’s tuxedo wet with chlorine water.

“You,” her step-father said, “will address me as Daddy and will always say please when appropriate.”

“Will you hand me that towel please, Daddy?” Liking this game already.

She stood up on the step in front of Bill. It was the perfect height for her to reach his cock. Daddy handed her the towel and she dried off her hands, then her breasts and the rest of her body as the men watched her. Taking her time, showing off every inch of her hard, young body. No expressions on their faces but she knew they must be enjoying this as much as she was.

When she finished drying herself she looked up at Bill and said, “May I suck your cock now Bill?” And after a brief pause adding, “Please?”

“Go ahead,” he said.

His fly was still open from before and his erection pressed against the thin material of his pants. She reached her hand in and placed it over his throbbing dick. He wore silk boxers and she found an opening at the front of them, working his cock out through the hole and into the night air.

Looking up at him, she wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft, then opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and, starting from the base, she licked the smooth underside of his dick all the way to the end, circling around the opening before letting his head enter between her parted lips.
 

Wrapping her warm mouth tightly around his throbbing cock she moved her head forward, sliding him into her as far as she thought she could take it, before pulling her head back, all the while looking up at him. As she let his cock out of her mouth, a thin line of saliva reached from the tip and connected to her bottom lip. She brought her hand up and wiped it away then kissed the soft head, teasing him, savoring the moment. This was the sexiest thing she’d ever done and her pussy agreed by dripping juices down her leg.

“This is all rather sweet,” Bill said, “but I don’t have all day.” He tossed his cigar in the hot tub then threw his glass down hard to the side. It shattered against the concrete, startling her. He grabbed the back of her hair between his strong fingers, gripping it tightly, the roots pulling at her scalp.
 

It hurt but she didn’t want him to see her pain and she wanted her Daddy to see that she could do as she was told.

“Open,” Bill said.

She opened her mouth wide and he plunged himself in. She grabbed onto the base of his shaft, struggling to keep him from going too deep, already feeling like she might gag any moment. Her throat strained open as wide as it would go and he fucked her face relentlessly, pushing her head down as he thrusted his hips hard against her young mouth, making it difficult for her to even breathe.

“Take that cock like a good little slut,” Bill said.

She tried to reply but all that came out was a gurgled moan, vibrating against his dick. The more she tried to keep him from going too deep, to keep him from choking her with his huge cock, the more he tried to do it. And only after she resigned herself to the face fucking, relaxing completely, taking her hand from the base of his cock, letting him have his way, only then did he let up
–
ever so slightly–pulling back when she started to gag, releasing the grip on her hair enough that she wasn’t in pain anymore.

While Bill fucked her face, she stole a glance over to her step-dad. He stood there expressionless, arms crossed over his chest, watching.