The Billionaire and The Pop Star (4 page)

One look, it
had taken one look at her to take me over. How was that even possible? For a
man like me it wasn’t even worth thinking on. I would never have believed in a
million years that something like this could ever happen to someone like me.

 
Cynical, don’t give a fuck and a beast in
the boardroom; love and marriage was nowhere on my horizon; until three nights
ago when I’d looked into her eyes across a stage.

I stayed buried
inside her as we came down so it was a minute or two before I realized that she
was out. Pulling out of her body, I drew her into my arms as I fell to my side
beside her. The cool air of the AC dried my nuts as I pulled the sheet up over
us and dropped into sleep.

We awakened a
short time later and took a shower to clean up and then had to take another
after I violated her up against the shower stall. I hadn’t planned to, but
seeing her with water dripping down between her amazing tits and pebbled on her
nipples, it was pretty hard to resist. I was careful as I lifted her with her
back to the stall and surged up into her, dropping her down on my length.

It had been
years since I’d fucked anyone that long and that often, in fact I don’t think
I’d ever gone four times before and I still wasn’t done. It was as if each time
only whetted my appetite for more. And the way she responded to me, accepting
and ready each time I took her.

“If you want
to get any rest tonight and maybe wanna walk anytime soon, you’d better stop
me.” I whispered in her ear as I nibbled my way down to her neck and back.

My cock was
still hard inside her and I’d just off loaded in her for the fourth time. Her
legs were still clasped around my hips as I kept her pinned against the shower.

Her answer was
to pull my lips over to hers and smash her tits into my chest. As the water
beat down on us, I took her down to the hard floor and started fucking her
again.

“This is
fucking insane.” Was it because I’d slept with her in my arms for three whole
nights and not taken her? I couldn’t think of a reason for this hunger that
wouldn’t be assuaged. The more I had her the more I wanted, but if we kept this
shit up she’d spend the next three weeks bed ridden.

Already I had
noticed the red puffiness to her labia and heard the slight sounds of
discomfort she made even as she spurred me on to fuck her. I was sure I was
killing her against the marble floor, the grunts and groans she made were
becoming almost animalistic, but she threw her hips up at me taking my cock
like a pro as I did my best to nail her into her ground beneath us. This time
when I came the roar was more like a grunt as I shook and thrust into her until
I was dry.

“That’s it,
we’re getting out of here, please try to keep your greedy hands to yourself
Shiane
, my poor man’s body can only take so much.” She
threw herself into my arms and howled with laughter and I felt my heart give a
little more.

We finally
made it out of the bathroom and both just threw on robes as we headed down to
the kitchen. “Did you say you made dinner?”

“Yep.” She
went to the pots and pans on the stove and I lifted my brow quizzically. I
guess I was guilty of stereo typing after all, I hadn’t expected the little pop
sensation to know her way around the kitchen.

She’d made a
dinner of grilled lamb chops of all things, with rice pilaf and creamed green
peas.

“I hope I
didn’t spoil it.” Yeah right.

“Nope, the
lamb wasn’t grilled yet, it’s still sitting in the marinade it’ll take five
minutes to cook and the rest of the stuff can be reheated no problem. You just
sit and I’ll take care of everything,”

“Yes ma’am.” I
opened a bottle of wine and poured her a glass, taking one for myself as I sat
at the island and watched her flit around my kitchen. She seemed, happy. It was
strange to look at this almost stranger and realize that already I’d come to
know her so well. Did she even realize that she’d started signing? She hadn’t
done that since she’d been here. I would’ve thought that she spent every waking
moment singing, but this was the first time since I’d brought her home that I’d
heard her so much as hum.

It wasn’t the
song from the other night, this one was slow and dreamy,
with
a catchy little lilt to it that made me want to strain to hear the words since
she was singing so low.

“Sing louder
princess I wanna hear you.” She turned wide eyes to me and looked down at her
feet. “I’m not really good at that.”

“Come again.”

“I mean I’ve
learned how to control my fear somewhat before I go out on stage, but I can’t
really sing in front of anyone just like that.”

“So how do you
do it?”

‘My manager
gives me these pills…”

I didn’t like
the sounds of that one bit. “What kind of pills?” I lowered my glass and looked
at her.

“It’s nothing
bad, just something to calm my anxiety.”

“Is there a prescription?”

“No nothing
like that, I never even asked him where he gets them…”

“Do you have
them with you now?”

“No why?” She
looked at me quizzically.”

“I’ll just
like to have a look at them that’s all, make sure they’re okay.”

“Oh I’m sure
they’re fine Doug would never do anything to hurt me.”

“So you have
the pills back at your place?”

“No, Doug
keeps them with him, he gives me one before each performance or sometimes when
I have to go on one of those talk shows. Looks like I was
gonna
have to have a talk with her manager. She was so fucking green, I was sure it
would never cross her mind to question anything the man did.

 
Though I didn’t know him personally, I’m
a businessman and I know all about the bottom line. Her voice is like liquid
gold, I’m sure dear old Doug would do anything to see that nothing got in the
way of her making them money. That was something else I was
gonna
have to look into as well. When I’d made the decision to own her, everything
that she is became my responsibility. There might be some friction because I’ve
noticed that she has a bit of an independent streak, but I had no intentions on
letting that stop me. Though I’d save it for another time, nothing was going to
mar the night for us.

“Voila, dinner
is ready.” She seemed nervous as she served me, and then herself. I closed my
eyes with the first taste of the succulent lamb. “Wow, where did you learn to
cook like this?”

“My mom taught
me and I love watching the cooking channel, you really like it?” I took another
bite and it was good as the first. Nodding my head I leaned over and pecked her
lips.

“It’s amazing
princess, wow.” I kept the conversation light over dinner, asking her more
about life on tour and what she enjoyed most about her fame. As far as I could
tell she was more interested in the singing than anything else.

“Um, Trace,
you weren’t serious about that ovulating thing were you?” I’d almost forgotten
about that, still wasn’t quite sure what had possessed me to think of it much
less say it. But now that she’d asked me outright…

“As a matter
of fact I am. It’s crazy I know, and if one of my colleagues had come to me
with this story I would tell him he’s crazy. I have no explanation for it, the
reality is that from the moment I saw you up on that stage something inside me
shifted.”

“I find myself
reverting back to childhood, to a time when I had to scrounge for every scrap I
wanted or needed. When I became successful, I promised myself that I’d never go
hungry again, and not just for food, but for any of those things I’d longed for
as a child, or anything my heart may desire as an adult.”

“You’re the
first thing my heart’s ever desired. I’ve known wants before don’t get me
wrong, but this, this is different. This goes beyond my own comprehension. Like
I told you before, this past weekend was about getting to know each other and
I’ve gotten to know you.

You wouldn’t
have come home with me had you not felt some of what I was feeling. I also know
that you’re more about hearth and home than the night life.” I didn’t tell her
that I knew that’s why she’d stayed with the asshole
who
’d
ended up cheating on her. I’d done some research after she was less than
forthcoming about the reason for their split. It wasn’t a known fact as yet but
I had my ways of finding out things. I won’t tell her that I knew though; it
was her story to tell if and when she was ready. I did know that if I ever ran
into the little prick, I was
gonna
beat the crap out
of him for putting his hands on her though. It didn’t matter that I didn’t even
know her when it happened, it’s just the way I am, or at least it’s the way I
seem to be where she’s concerned.

“But a baby? We
hardly even know each other.”

“I don’t think
that whatever is going on here has anything to do with time and convention. Either
way, it’s nothing to worry about now. What’s done is done, and if it isn’t, I’m
gonna
make damn sure that it is. The only problem is
your upcoming tour, but I’m sure people have performed while pregnant before.”

“Do you know
how crazy this all sounds?” I shrugged my shoulders at her. I thought it was
crazy too in the beginning so I couldn’t fault her for having her own doubts.
It was crazy when you looked at it, but it’s what I felt and well…

“I’m sure
there have been people who got married after only one day of meeting or maybe
two. I’m even
more sure
that there are people who get
pregnant after just one meeting. Look at this way; at least we both know where
we stand. If the last few hours are anything to go by, we want each other more
than a little bit and the bottom line is princess. I want you, in my life, with
me, no matter what. So baby or no baby, you’ve met your future, so I suggest
you get used to the idea.”

“What if I had
other plans?”

“Like I said,
I’ve gotten to know you, and all that aside, this is what I want baby. As time
goes on you’ll find that I never let anything stand in my way, nothing and no
one. Dinner was delicious why don’t you go find us something to watch while I
clean up?”

SHIANE

I guess the
conversation was over and what a strange one at that. I headed out of the
kitchen on wobbly legs for the TV room to find something to watch, though I
really didn’t have much interest.

My mind was
awhirl with all the new things that were going on in my life. In the space of a
few short days, it seems my life had been turned upside down. I find myself
doing things that were totally outside the box for me. But this latest was a
lot to take in, though the thought of it made me hot.

Trace was
right. I’ve always only ever wanted to be a mother and a wife. I’d thought I
would have that life with Donnie, but was it possible to have it with this man
that I’d only just met? What if he was just saying these things because like
he’d said, he’d come to know me and knew that’s just what I wanted to hear?

How was it
possible that he could want me like that after a chance meeting? I’d spent some
time today looking for any and everything I could find about him on the net.
The one thing that stood out except for his success as a
businessman,
was the fact that he had a different woman every couple of months. Had he used
this same line on them? Somehow, he didn’t strike me as the type.

Still, I had
another worry. The things he’d made me feel. How will I live without them if this
was all just a game to him? He’d made me feel things I never knew were in me.
My body has never reacted this way before, and even though his size was a
little uncomfortable, the pain was more a pleasure-pain than a real hurt. I
felt myself creaming just thinking about it.

Could a man
really make love to a woman that much without some kind of feeling involved?
What if it was just lust? I’d seen pictures of some of the women he’d dated in
the past and I have to say some of them were drop dead gorgeous, including the
last one he’d been seen with a couple weeks ago.

The though
caused me a moment’s doubt and I thought if ways to shield my heart this time,
but I was afraid I might be too late. He’d taken me over completely, something
I had no experience with. I hadn’t the faintest idea how to handle a man like
Trace McKenzie. He was way out of my league.

I heard him
coming and searched through the stack of movies he had for something to watch.
“What’s wrong?” he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me from
behind.

“What makes
you think something’s wrong?” I looked over my shoulder at him trying to put a
brave face on.

“I wasn’t sure
when I first came in but now I’m certain it’s all over your face.” He pulled me
towards the couch and down on his lap with his arms holding me close.

For some reason
I wanted to cry; he’s been so kind and attentive in the time that we’d been
together, what if it were all a farce? I had no idea that I’d started to cry
until I felt his fingers wiping my cheeks dry.

“Tell me
what’s bothering you sweetheart.” I could only shake my head and cry harder as
I buried my face in his chest.

“Please don’t
play games with me Trace, I can’t stand it if you’re just using me for some
sick game…” I broke off when he lifted my face to his. “Baby! I forgot you
don’t know that much about men, only that boy you were messing around with. Let
me show you something.” He stood up and took my hand in his, leading me out of
the room and into the bedroom.

Standing me in
front of the floor-length standing mirror, he removed my robe, dropping it to
the floor, as I stood before him naked.

“You see those
marks all over your neck and tits? Do you know what those are called?”

“Hickeys?”

“That’s one
word for it, they’re also known as passion marks. I’ve never given one to a
woman before. Not since I learned what they meant as a young man. They may mean
different things to different people. To me, they are a mark of ownership.”

“That’s my
mark on you. I put it there as a statement to you and anyone else who might see
them, the ones on your neck anyway, anyone else sees the others, I’ll heat up
your little ass.” His hand dropped to one in particular spot that was right at
the tip of my pussy.

“Another
thing, I don’t think a man that’s not really interested in a woman can fuck her
five times if he didn’t really mean it.”

“Five?” I
started counting on my fingers and got to four before I was being carted off to
the bed. I looked up into his eyes as he laid me back and spread my legs before
dropping his robe.

His cock was
hard and red, with a string of pre-cum hanging from the end heading for the
floor.