A Double Dose of Billionaire - Part 2

He took in a sharp breath as my bra slipped off my shoulders to reveal my already-hardened nipp**les.

"Now, the skirt," he said.

I lifted myself to my knees and turned around so my as**s faced him. I leisurely reached around, took the back zipper in my fingers, and unzipped myself.

I dragged my panties off and laid on my back, spreading my pus**sy wide open, so Riley had a full view of it. He let out a growl of approval.

As my fingers danced their way down my stomach and to my wet folds, Riley said, "Stop. Don't touch yourself yet. There's a plug in the drawer of the side table to the left of you."

A plug?

I searched the drawer for whatever he was referring to until I came across a pink, phallic object. A butt plug. My insides coiled as I thought about what he was about to ask me to do.

"Stick it up your as**s," he ordered, a sly smirk spreading across his cheek.

The object was medium-sized, with the girth of the twins' co**cks. "I don't know..."

"Do it."

I opened my legs again and reluctantly pushed the thing in, following his instructions. I didn't have to. I could've dropped it back into the drawer and ended the call. But I didn't want to. I wanted Riley to have control of me, to dictate my every action. Thinking about it made my walls throb harder with need.

I moaned as the plug slipped into my crevice. I stared at Riley and imagined it was his co**ck that had entered me.

"You can touch yourself now."

I shoved my middle finger into my slit unceremoniously and began to massage my insides.

"Use two fingers."

My index finger went in as soon as he asked for it. I arched my back to the pleasure and moved my hi**ps into my digits. The plug and my fingers weren't enough to bring me satisfaction. I needed to have the co**cks of the twins buried into me, both f**king me in tandem.

Riley watched as I pleasured myself in heat. "Good. Fuck yourself."

Having Riley there, his eyes exploring the way I rutted, made the experience more pleasurable by tenfold.

"I need to come, Riley, please," I said, tears brimming in my eyes.

"No, not yet."

I strained myself, trying to hold it in as it threatened to burst through. "I can't."

"Not yet."

I threw my head back and cried out in pleasure as my cli**max hit me. Both my walls pulsed as my body shuddered. I bucked toward the bed. My cries soon lowered into a mere whimper, my mind still in a dizzy whirl.

It hadn't been enough.

His mouth had set into a grim line. "You didn't do as I said."

I lowered my head in shame, although not knowing what exactly I should've been ashamed about. I was a grown woman. I could come anytime and anywhere I wanted to, as long as I didn't offend the public. "I'm sorry." I might've been getting too used to the submissive lifestyle the twins had offered me.

"There will be repercussions, Scarlet. When I get back."

Riley had barely moved since the video chat started. Intrigued, I asked, "Didn't you masturbate?" Probably not the wisest thing to say after disappointing Riley, but the after-effects of coming were still reeling around my head, making me bolder than usual.

"I'm not going to do anything until I get back. I want to f**k every last inch out of you."

And suddenly, my pus**sy was wet again for another go. But I intended to wait for them to get back. My hand was simply not enough, even with a pink butt plug stuck up my as**s. Speaking of which, it was still snuggled deep in my as**shole. I reached down to pull it out.

"Don't. I don't want you do take it out," Riley said. "Leave it in there until we get back."

My lower jaw nearly dislocated itself from my skull. "Are you f**king kidding me? How the hell am I supposed to go to work like this?"

An evil grin split his face. "You'll have to deal with it."

Like hell I was. Playing around with the twins entertained me, but there had to be a line drawn between my personal life and work life. Feeling rebellious and a little ticked off, I pulled the object out from my behind and threw it onto the bed. "There has to be a limit to things."

The grin slipped away. "There is, but I decide what it is. I'd have my hand on your as**s right now if I were there, and you'll be sorry you ever dared go against my orders."

"I'll handle whatever you throw my way."

"I doubt so—"

I shut the laptop mid-sentence, not giving him enough time to finish. It wasn't difficult to imagine him getting mad.

There would be hell to pay in two days. And I couldn't wait for it.

Meet us at the airport at five. It had been a quick text. Curt and to the point, without any extra fluff or flowery words. I couldn't figure out whether that was the way they normally texted people, or whether Riley had gotten too pissed off to type more.