Billionaire Games (Taboo Bareback Romance Novella) (4 page)

“Unless who comes inside me?”

“That part is always a surprise,” she said then started to take her maid’s uniform off. Her body was young and sexy like her own. When she took her bra off her breasts stayed firm and perky and when she stepped out of her panties her pussy was completely shaved like Jessica’s. Their bodies were actually quite similar.

“Have you had sex with my father?” Haley blurted out.

Tamara looked at her and raised her eyebrows. “You should know as well as anyone I can’t answer that.” She reached into her pink bag and brought a small white mask out, putting it on. It only covered her eyes.

Then the door opened and Mr. Donovan, the butler, poked his head in. “Ready?”

Tamara nodded to him.

“Okay, you’re on then. Break a leg.”

Tamara turned back to her. “You’ll be fine,” she said. “Just relax and don’t forget to breathe. They won’t do anything you don’t want them to.” She picked up the end of the chain connected to Jessica’s mask and said, “Ready?”

Haley took a deep breath then nodded her head.

When they stepped out from behind the curtain onto the stage, Haley was immediately struck by how bright the lights were. Her hand went up to shield her eyes instinctively but she realized that probably wasn’t very sexy so she brought it back down and tried to match Tamara’s pace. The maid walked slowly, moving her hips back and forth. She seemed like a completely different person. Usually she was so shy and reserved all the time. But now she held her head high and her shoulders back like she was ready to take on anything.

In the middle of the stage was a metal platform about two feet off the ground. Standing next to it was a large black man wearing a mask similar to Tamara’s. He was nude except for a small loin cloth tied around his waist that only covered the front of his genitals, leaving his muscled ass open for everyone to see.

Tamara led her to the platform and held the chain out to the man. He bowed to her theatrically before taking it and she turned back to Haley and smiled at her, mouthing the words ‘You’ll be fine,’ before she sashayed her way back to the curtain and disappeared behind it.

The man took the end of the chain and slowly walked around to the other side of the platform then attached it to a metal ring at the corner.

Haley just stood there watching him, her heart pounding incessantly against her chest, and her legs threatening to give out beneath her. Fainting was not an option. She bit down hard on the side of her cheek, tasting blood immediately and that brought her back to her senses. She looked into the audience for the first time. It was difficult to see because of the stage lights but all the seats were filled and everyone was wearing little colored masks that covered their eyes. It was eerily quiet in the small theatre.

The man walked back around the platform and stood in front of her. He was huge. His arms looked like they were about the size of her legs and his chest muscles were larger than her breasts. He whispered, “Put your hands on my shoulders and I’ll lift you up.”

She did as he said, putting her palms on his muscled deltoids. They were hard as steel and his dark skin moist with sweat. The contrast between the white skin of her hands against his shoulders was stark.

He put his large hands around her waist and lifted her effortlessly
 
into the air. She gasped at how fast she left her feet, but then her heals landed firmly on the cool metal of the platform, and he let go of her hips and took one of her hands, turning so that they were both facing the audience. He held his other arm out wide and she did the same. The audience gave a polite applause then the man pointed to the platform, indicating for her to sit.

Once she was sitting the stage lights dimmed and it was easier to see the audience. In the front row she saw her mother and her step-father. Bill, her step-father’s business partner, sat next to them and the older man to his side looked like it was probably the Senator though it was difficult to tell with the masks and her eyes still adjusting to the change in lighting.

A spotlight illuminated the curtain behind her and immediately Mr. Donovan the butler came walking out smiling widely, dressed in a tuxedo and carrying a stack of index cards. He was the only person in the theatre it seemed not wearing a mask. The spotlight followed him across the stage and he stopped next to the platform, facing the audience.

“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen,” he said loudly, “to the night’s entertainment.” A light shined on the platform then, lighting up all around her, and a loud round of applause followed.

Her father hopped up from his seat and bounded to the stage. The applause became louder as he stepped into the light and he held is hands out to quiet them. When they finally stopped he said, “Thank you all for coming. This is a benefit for my charity, Helping Hands, which aims to give underprivileged children a chance at a good education by funneling money into inner-city programs and sponsoring scholarships for promising young academics. All proceeds from the night’s entertainment–” He paused and pointed at Haley, smiling at her. “–will go directly to the charity.”

The crowd gave their applause again and when they finished he continued. “Some of you have been to my fundraisers before and know the rules. But for those of you
–
” he paused for effect, looking around, grinning, “–those of you virgins, lucky enough to be here for the first time, please allow me to explain a few things.

“First, of course I must insist: absolutely no cameras. Out of respect for the performers as well as each other we cannot allow any recording devices whatsoever. We’re all wearing masks for a reason. This is a private event and what goes on here is for your eyes only. There are infrared detectors up above the stage to enforce this rule. And anyone caught recording will be stripped and whipped.”

A laughter went through the audience and he said, “I’m not kidding.” They laughed even harder and Haley wondered if he might actually be serious. She didn’t know what to think at this point.

“Second, the performers tonight are willing participants.” He looked at her again and they locked eyes for a moment before he continued. “But if either of them objects to any of your depraved suggestions then that’s the final word. Having said that, please don’t be afraid to explore your darkest fantasies here. If it crosses the line they’ll say so, and we’ll all laugh at you for being so dirty.” More laughter from the audience.

“Finally, tonight is a night of celebration and exploration. I hope you enjoy this as much as I will. Let the auction begin!”

As the audience applauded he came over to her and whispered in her ear. “Do you still want to do this?”

Haley wasn’t sure what this even was but she nodded to him nevertheless and he smiled and kissed her on the cheek, the leather mask separating them, then returned to his seat next to her mother. Surely her mother had no idea it was Haley up on the stage. But who knew at this point. Maybe they were both sex maniacs.

The spotlight returned to Mr. Donovan. “Ladies and gentlemen, each of you has a card beneath your chair with a number on it. If you wish to place a bid you simply raise your number.”

Bill in the front row raised his number 4 which elicited a small laughter from the audience.

“Thank you for the demonstration Number 4,” Mr. Donovan said, "but we haven't started the bidding yet. Unless of course you are simply indicating your desire to make a sizable donation. Say… one million dollars?"

Without hesitating, Bill shouted out, "Why not?"

As the audience applauded, Haley wondered if it was staged and if he would even be making the donation. He was definitely rich enough that one million dollars meant nothing to him. She recalled how she'd had his cock in her mouth only several hours earlier while Daddy watched. At the time she thought it was the wildest thing she'd ever done, but now sitting naked with a leather mask over her head, chained to a table by a large black man seemed to top that by just a little.

“Thank you Number 4,” Mr Donovan said. “That is quite generous. And without further ado, let us begin the auction.” He glanced down at the card in his hand then said, “First I would like to introduce our performers.” He held his hand out to the half-naked man standing patiently next to the platform. “This fine, nubile gentleman is of noble blood. The second-born son to the Chief of the Watutsi tribe of southern Rhodesia. Please give a round of applause for the gentleman whose name I’m told means… pleasure. I present to you, Desta.”

The audience clapped and the man took a low bow. Haley was sure he didn’t have an African accent when he spoke to her before. In fact, he looked familiar but she couldn’t quite place where she knew him from.

“And the beautiful lady before you is of the purest persuasion. Ladies and gentlemen, all the way from the unsullied, snow-covered land of Siberia, I present to you, the virgin, Nadia.”

The audience exploded in applause and she felt her heart beating fast against her neck. She was no virgin. Maybe not that experienced but definitely not a virgin.

“The first item up for auction," Mr. Donovan said, "is a toy, handpicked in Paris for those of you with a discerning eye for quality.”

Tamara, the maid, emerged from behind the curtains, still naked, and walked over to the platform carrying a large red box. She stopped next to Haley, holding the box out for the audience.
 

Haley could see the bottom of the box was lined with red velvet, and inside was a large golden dildo, the kind that was shaped to look like an actual cock, with balls and veins and even a head.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” Mr. Donovan continued, “the winner of this item will have the pleasure of bringing the young Miss Nadia to climax using this gold-plated dildo. And, that’s not all. When you’ve finished pleasuring her, this exquisite toy is yours to take home. Please, vaginal and oral penetration only. The bidding will start at two-hundred thousand. And of course, don’t forget, all proceeds go to charity.”

Well, if there was any doubt left in her mind about what might be going on that was all gone now. Some stranger was about to pay an obscene amount of money for the right to fuck her with a golden dildo in front of a bunch of people, including her mother and step-father. She would have thought maybe it was a dream if her body weren’t so full of nervous energy. And the thought of a rich man putting that huge dildo in her was starting to make her more than a little wet between the legs.

Mr. Donovan said, “Do I have two-hundred thousand?”

Bill raised his number 4.

“Yes, sir, Number 4. Do I have two-fifty?”

Next to Bill, the man she believed to be the Senator raised his number 5.

“Number 5 jumps in with two-hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”

Before Mr. Donovan could call for the next amount, Bill raised his number 4.

“That’s three-hundred thousand to Number 4.”

Haley couldn’t believe there was a bidding war going on between these two men for her and her pussy tingled at being desired by people with so much money and power.

“Number 5? Will you go to three-fifty sir? How often does one get the chance to use a gold plated sexual implement on a Siberian virgin. Well, perhaps that’s a common occurrence for the gentleman with number 5.” That got a laugh from the audience.

He smiled and seemed to think about it for a moment, then very subtly raised his number.

“Yes, sir. We have three-hundred and fifty thousand. Do I hear four-hundred?”

Haley would much rather the Senator not win. When she spoke with him earlier in the night he really creeped her out with the way he was looking at her. Not that she minded attention from older men. It’s just the way he was going about it. There was something about him that really didn’t sit well with her.

Bill came to her rescue by raising his number 4 and shouting “Six-hundred.”

The audience applauded and Mr. Donovan said, “Six-hundred thousand from the gentleman with the refined taste.”

The Senator was frowning next to him and looked like he had no intention of continuing to bid.

“That’s six-hundred thousand. Going once, ladies and gentleman. Going twice. No takers?” Mr. Donovan scanned the room quickly then shouted, “Sold! To the gentleman with the number 4. Come up to the stage and claim your prize sir.”

Bill jumped up from his seat and climbed the stairs to the stage. He turned to the audience and took a bow, seeming to enjoy being in the limelight. He took his tuxedo jacket off and handed it to the half-nude black man. The maid held the box out to him and he scooped the dildo out, holding it up to the audience as if it were a trophy.

Haley watched all this, sitting indian-style on the platform, unsure of what she should be doing.

Bill came over, holding the large dildo, and took her hand in his then whispered in her ear, “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” The smell of cigars and whiskey still on him from before. He put his hand on her shoulder and tugged back lightly so that she would lay on her back.

The metal platform was chilly against her naked skin. She laid flat against it, perpendicular to the audience so that they had a side view of her, with her legs outstretched and squeezed tightly together. Then she took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm her heart rate. Did Bill even know it was her? How could he unless Daddy told him. He probably had, she decided. They told each other everything.

Bill walked around the table slowly, tracing his finger from her shoulder, down her arm, over her protruding hip bone, making her twitch as he passed over that sensitive area. He moved on to her thigh tracing the entire contour of her leg, over her knee, down her shin and finally over her feet before resting his hand on her toes at the end of the table, looking at her, smiling. He set the dildo down on the metal surface, making a clicking sound as it made contact. Wrapping his large hands around her ankles, he began to pull her towards him.

The reflective metal surface of the platform and her naked skin didn’t make for much of a slide so she had to walk her butt side to side towards him to avoid being painfully dragged across it. But then her ass was right next to the edge of the platform, her legs were stretched out on either side of Bill who was still holding her ankles.