Always My Babygirl: A Billionaire Romance

Somewhere I’ve never been touched.

It’s a strange sensation. One of deep shame and yet, there's a stirring of desire deep in my belly. He pushes that fingertip against my tight hole and… oh my God… slides inside up to his first knuckle.

“My babygirl’s body belongs to me. Every inch.” He pulls back, pushing in again. The feeling in my gut intensifies, a longing, an aching like I’ve never felt before.

What is this man doing to me? He slips his finger out. Relief and disappointment swirl in a cloud of emotion. Why did I like that so much?

His hands are no longer on me. I can’t see what he’s doing but I hear a click, like the uncapping of a plastic cap on a bottle. “What are you doing now?”

“Lubing my finger. I want your ass nice and slick when I put your plug in it.”

I freeze. My heart pounds against my ribcage, sending a loud, whirring noise of blood past my eardrum. “My what?” So much for the rules of the escort service, always polite, always professional. I flip my head around, my eyes widening at the sight of the curved, handled torture device in his hand. “You are not putting that thing in me.”

He slaps my ass, hard. A punishing, stinging slap that has me rethinking my sassy attitude. “I’m going to plug your pretty ass. Understand?”

I have to mentally coach myself.

I’ve agreed to be his escort. I’ve signed the contract. If there were real hard limits, he would listen... wouldn’t he?”

“Yes, daddy.” I feel his fingers on me, now cold and super slick with the lube. He fingers my bottom, going deeper, swirling around until my ass is lubricated.

“Now take a deep breath and relax, babygirl.” I do as he says. I feel cool lube, then the pressure of the cold metal tip of the plug against my tight entrance. “Now, let’s have ourselves a little chat.”

My voice comes out high and tight. “Yes, daddy.”

“There will be a lot of men there tonight. Handsome men who will want your attention. As you talk to them, offering them your pretty smiles, I want you to feel the weight, the fullness of this plug to remind you that you are mine, and mine alone.”

He pushes harder. The tip of the plug enters me. My skin stretches and burns, trying to accommodate this strange object. He keeps pushing and it slips past my tight ring of muscles, filling me. Strange noises rise from my throat as he gives it a final thrust. “Unh… ah…”

It feels full and heavy. And strange. An invasive yet sexual feeling wells from my core up to my chest. A feeling of… submission.

He gives the handle a little tug. “Perfect fit.” He bends and kisses the small of my back. “Gorgeous.” That’s it. He can do anything he fucking wants.

He unfolds my dress. Smooths it down over my skin. Offers me his hand and pulls me up till I’m standing before him. As I move, the plug moves with me. A constant reminder: I am his and his alone.

He leans down and kisses me. I kiss him back. My kiss is hungrier. Needier. Something in me has changed. I realize it’s the feeling that I’m not just kissing him, I’m kissing my man.

I want to go to this event tonight, on his arm, and be his. I want to be shown off and introduced as his woman.

Making me worry that I’m breaking every single one of my rules.

Never. Fall. In. Love.Chapter ThirteenGabrielShe’s stunning. Magnificent. Absolutely gorgeous, more beautiful than any woman I’ve ever seen walk a runway from here to Paris and beyond.

“I’m proud to take you with me tonight,” I tell her as we get out of the car and head to the entrance of the hotel. This time, a veritable smorgasbord of photographers, reporters, and security line our path, but we’re ready this time. She holds her head high with dignity and gives me a wide smile.

“You don’t look half bad yourself, sir.” She gives me a wink. The “sir” would seem innocuous in this context if anyone overheard her, but she’s giving me what I want to hear.

I shrug. “Thanks. Took them two hours to do my hair, which is ridiculous considering it’s about two inches long, but I’ve learned to deal.”

She giggles and whispers, “Are you wearing makeup, too?”

I roll my eyes. “That’s where I drew the line, sweetheart. And if you think you’re going to be cheeky…” I give her a pointed look to her ass, and she flushes as if on command.

Exquisite.

I hold my elbow out for her to take, and she does so, as regal as a queen in her court.

“Ignore the reporters, babe,” I tell her. “Just smile big and follow my lead.”

“It’s like that’s the tagline for our entire relationship,” she quips, making me grin, and the cameras go wild, nearly blinding us. But I’ve done this before, and have learned not to look at the camera but straight ahead.