The Power Billionaire: The Complete Series (BBW Erotic Romance Trilogy) (4 page)

“Grayson!”

His right hand was between my legs and climbing. His strong fingers trailed up my smooth thigh. He stopped and rubbed circles against my creamy flesh. If this was all he had in mind I decided I could handle it. But no, it was only the beginning.

“Oh…”

He cupped my mound and let his middle finger dig into it. Unable to resist, I closed my eyes and exhaled loudly. How could he do this in public once again? How could I be so weak as to not push him away?

“You’re not just hot down there, are you? You’re wet too.”

“Please, stop. We can’t do this here.”

“Why not? It’s my party, I’m paying for all this. I can do what I want.”

He caressed me with more vigor, making the fabric of my panties soak up my wetness. I wanted to hate this but I couldn’t. I had flashbacks to our afternoon together, to the shameless things I’d done. It was so wrong but my body wanted more. I wanted more!

“Is that why you’re doing this to me, Grayson? I’m the only person at this party who’s not under your control?”

“No. You’re the only person who’s actually
enjoying
being under my control.”

“Who says I’m enjoying this?”

All of a sudden, he pulled my underwear aside and inserted a finger into me. I gasped in shock. Mostly, I was overwhelmed by the instant pleasure he was offering me. This was the first time he touched me down there and his digit between my folds was so much better than I could ever have imagined.

“Any more lies you want to tell me, Merrin?”

He continued to caress me, coating his fingers with my arousal, and then he pulled back. Why did he keep denying me my release? I watched his glistening fingers and I was certain he would suck them into his mouth like he had done before. But no, this time he decided to be a cruel. He brought his hand up and wiped himself on my neck.

“What are you doing?”

“I want everyone to smell you. I want everybody to know how excited you are. Will you do that for me?”

The choice was clear, I should’ve told him no. I was about to when my voice caught in my throat. His suggestion – his order – made the heat flare between my legs.

“And to make things more interesting,” he continued. “I want you to take your panties off.”

This time I didn’t offer a comment to translate my outrage. Besides, it was the second time today he’d talked me out of my unmentionables.  In the great scheme of things, it was a step down from having his fingers inside of me and having my scent smeared around my neck. I was enthralled by his voice, by his eyes. I couldn’t deny him anything. I was completely and utterly under his control.

I hiked up my dress after looking through the leaves to make sure no one was watching and I pushed down my black panties. I lowered the hem again and lifted my head high to show him I was completely unfazed. I wasn’t but he didn’t need to know that. I looked left and right for somewhere to put the underwear and that’s when he snatched it away from me.

“Will you do me the honor of holding on to these?”

He brought the panties up to his face and he huffed conspicuously, all the while staring at me. Was he defying me? Was he hoping to get a rise out of me? In any case, he wouldn’t get it. I was determined to call his bluff. I was determined not to show that this whole thing was exciting me. I was failing miserably.

He folded the underwear and pocketed it. Then, he gave me his elbow to escort me back into the fray. I took it and pretended I wasn’t mortified. We walked through the crowd and he made a show of stopping at every cluster of guests.

“This is my friend Merrin. She’s excited to be here.”

He grinned at me mischievously and I don’t know to this day how I refrained from slapping him. How could I do something so crazy? People had to smell my musky aroma! They all did a double take when they shook my hand but further than they didn’t mention it.

Grayson led me to another group of people. The person at the center of it was pushing 60 and the woman next to him – his wife – seemed like the type who organized church bake sales.

“Fred, how are you? Any word on lowering those pesky interest rates?”

“You’ll be the first to know, Grayson. As always.”

“Merrin, I’d like you to meet the chairman of the Federal Reserve and his lovely wife Grace. Word on Capitol Hill is that they met at a swinger’s party.”

The comment was so ludicrous that Fred laughed wholeheartedly. His wife took it differently. She choked on her champagne.

“Here, let me help you.”

The billionaire pulled out my panties. They were folded into a perfect square, just like a handkerchief. He reached forward and delicately wiped the woman’s mouth. It was kind and innocuous but there was no way she could miss the fragrance. Her eyes grew as big as saucers. As quickly as he had come to her aid, Grayson retreated.

“Don’t worry, this happens all the time to women around me. They can’t seem to help themselves from getting wet.”

He said that as a joke but the woman swiftly understood and locked eyes with me. Her husband was oblivious and started talking about finance. He had the most important man in the room before him and he wasn’t about to squander the opportunity. The two men went into a quick discussion about the acid test of the liquidity ratio of European markets through the spectrum of asset turnover. Or something.

“Enjoy the rest of the evening,” Grayson said. “I’ll see you later.”

While we walked away, I couldn’t stop thinking about my damp underwear being shoved in the face of a highborn lady. The whole thing had been so outrageous, I’d never done something like this before. Death would have been preferable. However, watching Grayson so poised, so in control of everything around him made my heart lurch. I was becoming another woman by his side.

A better woman.

“Why do you do these things to me?” I asked.

“Good things or bad things?”

“Good things but you’re turning me into a bad girl.”

“Took you long enough.”

Chapter 6

I was more than ready and didn’t even put up a fight when he wrangled me into the library. I didn’t care that it wasn’t a proper bedroom. I would have let him take me into a barn filled with rowdy animals if it meant I would finally get some relief. As soon as the door closed behind us, I threw my arms around his neck.

He looked into my eyes as if he was surprised by my sudden dominance. He was perhaps even a little proud. I didn’t take the time to bask in my newfound position of power. I had other things on my mind. I had other pressing needs. I pulled him into my arms and kissed him hard and fast. I came to the realization this was our first real kiss. After all the teasing, after the decadent mile high masturbation and the public fingering, we were going back to basics.

My lips crushed against his and I was lost. Our mouths moved in harmony and I tasted him for the first time. Our tongues danced, fought against one another. We probed and explored each other and it was more intimate than anything we’d done so far. I never would have believed that it would turn out like this.

Holding me tight in embrace, he marched me back until I hit something. I instinctively reached behind me to feel against what I was standing. It was a table covered with soft felt. It was a pool table. I didn’t have time to give it further thought because Grayson was kissing me anew. His hands were all over me as he delivered gentle pecks down my neck.

“Oh, Grayson…”

He touched me eagerly. His hands roamed over my chest, down my curves. He surveyed every inch of my ample cleavage through the dress.

“Do you know the effect you have on me?”

While he said that, he grabbed my wrist and led me between his legs. I didn’t need any additional prodding and hurriedly felt his crotch. The lump was sizable, inviting. It anything, it was bigger than it had been on the plane. It was scorching against my hand, so ready to do more than mere teasing. So I teased him some more.

“Don’t you want this inside of you?” he asked.

I did, so much! However, he had tortured me all evening long and payback was delicious. I rubbed the area all around his groin, carefully avoiding touching his bulge directly. He breathed harder, almost moaning. I had to be doing something right.

“Are you getting back at me for this evening?”

I smiled. “I’m getting back at you for making me jack you off in the middle of a crowded airplane.”

He grinned in return and quickly wrapped his arms around me. He pulled my body to his and kissed me fiercely. He pressed himself against me as if he wanted me to be a part of him. I ran my hands through his hair, unable to quench my thirst.

I was ready for more. I was ready for my reward. I saw in his eyes that he no longer wished to torment me. He was going to allow me to participate. He was going to allow me to reach Nirvana at last. I brought my hands down to his crotch again and fumbled with his belt. Once I had it unbuckled, I surprised myself at how skillful I was at undoing his pants.

“You arouse me so much, Merrin.”

I witnessed this fact firsthand when I finally freed him. His member was long and engorged. Even though I had played with it to completion earlier, it was my first time seeing it in the flesh, so to speak. Its size was both mesmerizing and a little frightening. On the other hand, I couldn’t wait to feel it, all of it. I had no doubt as to its charm.

I grasped it between my fingers and gave it a few playful tugs. Grayson exhaled loudly and pushed my hand away. He was too close, I could tell.

“No more messing around,” he said.

He hiked up my dress and for once I accommodated him by spreading my legs. He touched me down there, finding me moister than I’d ever been. I moaned at his touch and that made him smile. I put my hand on his, intent on spurring him on, but he retreated.

With his pants around his ankles, he waddled forward and I knew what he wanted. I started breathing faster at what he was about to do. I leaned back further until I was essentially sitting on the edge of the pool table.

“Do it,” I pleaded.

I opened my legs in invitation. I looked down as he grabbed his considerable length into his fist. He took great care of guiding himself between my folds, making me shudder at his caress. He found my entrance, glanced up at me, and rolled his hips.

“Oh God…”

He sank into me glorious inch by glorious inch. He was big and long but he seemingly was made for me. He sheathed himself completely, taking my breath away. At my reaction, he put his mouth on mine and kissed me languorously, making his tongue swirl around mine.

He started to pull out and I was afraid this had been nothing more than another big tease. But no, at the last minute he plunged back in. I cried plaintively into his mouth. His hands shot to my chest. He lowered the straps of my dress and freed my heavy breasts from the lacy bra.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

He caressed my flesh, finding all the sensitive spot. I was attacked by a series of tremors and I had no idea which stimulation was causing them. My body acting of its own accord, I lied back on the table. He didn’t object and instantly I knew why. This new angle offered deeper penetration.

“Feels so good, Grayson.”

The compliment gave him strength, he picked up the pace. He was ravaging me, taking me so shamelessly in ways I had only dreamed of. I was at his mercy, ravenous for his body, for all the pleasure he could provide.

I let my own hands wander across my curves, touching myself openly. Everything I touched became scorching in seconds. The secret sweetness down below was spreading like a wildfire.

“More,” I wailed. “Give me more!”

As I said that, I started to lose my senses. My thoughts became incoherent, my vision was blurred. All I could focus on it was Grayson moving within me, his shaft plowing through my channel, stoking my desire.

His grunting became louder, hungrier. I felt his fire flaring within me. He wouldn’t last long, nor could he. This suited me just fine. I was myself aching for relief. I was on the brink of tumbling into the orgasmic abyss.

“Right there, Grayson…”

I didn’t have to say anymore. He kneaded my chest with renewed vigor and accelerated his thrusting. His hard steel hit all the right notes and at once my body began to tingle. There were goose bumps all over my skin and electric currents shot through me.

“Oooohh,” I cried, the voice catching in my throat.

The world went blank as the pleasure crescendoed. I saw colors, beautiful colors dancing through my tightly shut eyes. My climax was a long time coming and I welcomed it with open arms. I arched my back, digging into the pool table as much as I could. I had no defense against the blissful onslaught.

“Get ready,” he snarled breathlessly.

At the same time, he swelled inside of me. He was so big, filling me so well! He rolled his hips a few more times and then he erupted deep into my womb.

“Aaarrgghhh...”

His frothy seed was sizzling and it reignited my fire. He came and came again. His tumescence continued to sway back and forth within me as he emptied himself. Grayson leaned forward and crushed his lips against mine. He kissed me tenderly as we both rode out our dreamlike ecstasy.

I hugged him firmly as if I was afraid someone would steal him away from me. This was so crazy, it had happened so fast, that I wasn’t completely certain of even being awake. After the longest time, we both stopped thrashing, both stopped panting. We simply stared at each other.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“You don’t have to thank me for anything. Not ever.”

“You say that like you plan on seeing me again.”

“Would you have something against that?”

I stared into his eyes to see whether or not he was being serious. In my experience, men said all sorts of nice things before making love with you. But afterwards was another story. They usually slept and left, oftentimes the other way around. Was why Grayson so different?

“I’d prefer you told me right now what your intentions are. I’ve had my fair share of disappointments and I’m not good with them. So if you’re trying to be nice just so you can brush me off tomorrow, I’d rather you let me down right now.”