“I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”
I stare at him, shocked.
“You seem surprised. Why?”
“That you so casually admit to immoral and illegal practices.”
“All billionaires are ugly human beings, Star. When you see a billionaire receiving an award, or being applauded for his admirable philanthropy, don’t be fooled. His efforts have nothing to do with charity. Billionaires are hungry people. Always wanting more and more. But after one becomes a billionaire there’s only ultimate power and control left to conquer.”
He takes a sip of his drink.
“I’m many things, but I’m not a hypocrite, so I won’t do it.”
He takes me to Clos Maggiore. I’ve heard of it but never been. It is very famous and bookings have to be made months in advance. We are shown to the coveted main room.
It is so beautiful and romantic it actually takes my breath away. It has a charming fireplace right in the middle, but what makes it so fabulous is the ceiling, which is a canopy of blossoming white flowers that seems to envelop all the diners. There are only a few tables so there is a lot of privacy. You almost feel as if you are in a magical garden.
Nikolai is charming and attentive. The wine is delicious, and in no time the sheer magic of the place snakes around me, making me feel as if I am out on a real date. Once our hands accidentally touch, I see that flash of fierce desire in Nikolai’s eyes, but a waiter comes with our starters and the moment is gone.
I have truffle infused pappardelle, which is so soft and light it melts in my mouth. I look up at Nikolai. His eyes are on his food and his eyelashes make a shadow on his cheek. I watch him and feel a strange sensation in my stomach. I want to reach out and touch him. I want him to be mine. I blink in surprise. Where the hell did that come from?
He looks up. “What is it?”
I shake my head and make myself smile naturally. It must be the wine. Or the intimacy of this place. Of course I don’t want him to be mine. It’s a crazy idea. To start with he can’t be. And even more important, I’m married. I have Nigel. He is my life. This is just an interlude. We are passing ships. Nothing more.
“This is delicious,” I say.
“Wait till you taste the beef,” he replies.
He is right. The beef is amazing, and the duck fat chips are perfectly golden and crisp on the outside and fluffy on the inside.
Dessert is brought out. It is something that couples are supposed to share. I can’t look away from his eyes as the burnt honey ice cream and Armagnac jelly coats my tongue.
In a strange lust-induced daze I get into the car. Our bodies don’t touch and we don’t look at each other, but I can feel the heat that comes from his body.
When I look down at his crotch I see how hard he is.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Star
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q1fGOG3XXIQ
Poison
I follow her up to her bedroom. The maids have been around to turn down the bed and light the bedside lamps.
She stops in the middle of the room and half-turns to look at me. Even if I didn’t know what an invitation looked like I couldn’t miss that one. I look at her mouth slightly open, her cheeks flushed, and I want to hold her tight and kiss her so bad it fucking hurts, but that scenario is not in the cards.
Not for me.
I walk up to her and I hear her inhale sharply. My fingers graze the silky skin at the back of her neck as I grasp the top of her zip. The sound is loud in the silence of the room. She bends her head.
A waiting gesture. Quiet. Profound.
I let the dress fall around her ankles. Underneath she is not wearing her bra or panties. Perfect.
I loosen my tie and pull it off. The sound of silk dragging on silk is like a secret whisper. Her body tenses. I catch her right wrist, then her left, and holding them together behind her body I bind her arms with my tie, pulling it tight into her flesh.
I turn her around. Her eyes look up at me. There is no fear in them. Just pure submission. I let my eyes travel down to her breasts. The nipples hard and jutting.
She watches me as I discard my jacket and start unbuttoning my shirt. Her eyes widen at the tattoos on my chest and shoulders. I pull my shirt out of my trousers and fling it away. I take my shoes and socks off and step out of my trousers.
Her eyes drop down to my cock.
It is so hard it is jutting out of my briefs. I take them off and stand before her, naked. She exhales. Like someone who finds water at the end of a long journey across a desert.
Without being instructed she drops to her knees, slightly unsteady without her arms to balance her, and opens her mouth. Impatiently, I feed my cock into her warm, wet mouth, stretching it to its limit.
Ahhh …
The inside of her mouth is soft, and she sucks me so gently it’s addictive, but I can’t have that. I’m already too involved. This has to be sex. Rough sex. Throw away sex. Just-a-woman-sucking-cock sex.
I grab her hair and thrust my cock into her throat. My cock is big and she glances up at me, her eyes startled and wide, her throat making swallowing movements.
“I want to fill your belly with my cum,” I growl.
She doesn’t protest, just lets me fuck her mouth, long, slow, wet thrusts. It doesn’t take long, before I’m spurting deep into her throat.
I look down at her. My semi-hard cock is still embedded in her mouth.
“Suck it,” I say.
She suckles obediently and almost instantly I’m hard again. I pull out of her mouth and go open the bedside cabinet’s drawer. I take out a bag and throw it on the bed. Then I sit on the bed with my back resting against the pillows. She doesn’t move, just looks at me curiously.
“Come here,” I order.
I watch her get up with difficulty, and come to the bed. I curl my hand around the base of my cock.
“Sit on my dick,” I command.
She flushes a deep red. Clumsily, she climbs on the bed and knee-walks towards me. She lifts one leg over me and almost falls over. I grab her and help her to remain upright. She raises herself over me and sinks her wet pussy onto my cock.
Her head falls back and she moans with the sensation of my cock filling her up. Her tits thrust forward. I lean forward and bite a nipple. She hisses with the pain and looks at me. Slowly, she starts to fuck me. I lean back and enjoy the sight of her.
It’s erotic to see her bound and helpless, but it makes her rhythm erratic. She stays too long before moving upwards, or pushes down too quickly, and gasps with pain.
“Pay attention,” I growl.
She bites her lower lip and I can see her trying hard to get her groove. Her face is red, but she finally finds her rhythm, her stomach muscles tensing and flexing with effort. I start to enjoy the sensation of her tight pussy riding my cock. I push my hips up as she plunges down and she moans with pleasure as her little pussy catches my full erection. I can see by her face that she is about to come. She starts to grind herself on me.
I reach out and stop her.
She looks at me with frustration.
“You can’t cum … yet,” I say and, grabbing her by her waist, move her up and down my shaft.
A grunt of distress escapes her mouth. “I have to,” she squeals as an orgasm overtakes her and she comes hard on my cock, her juices run down my balls, and her pussy twitches and squeezes me.
She sits on me, impaled, bound, and panting hard.
I take her chin in my hand and pump my hips a few times, grinding her sensitive clit against my pubic bone. She jumps. The movement drives me insane.
“I thought I told you not to cum,” I say lazily.
“I couldn’t help it,” she mutters.
“This is your last warning. If you come again, I’ll hav
e to punish you.”
Her eyes widen.
“Now ride my cock.”
For a few seconds she is too stunned to respond. She just sits there with my cock fully buried inside her tight flesh, then she starts to move. Rising and sinking. I reach out my hand and slowly start to play with her clit.
“Don’t,” she begs.
I move my finger slowly, in circles. “No cumming until I say so.”
She groans in an effort to hold back the climax, but this one’s big, and it tears like a hurricane through her. Without her arms to support her she falls forward, her face landing on my chest, her muffled gasps of pleasure arousing me even more than the clenching of her pussy. Even then she doesn’t stop. Her hips roll wildly as she rides me even harder.
When the last of the waves are gone and her body sags against mine, I lift her and sit her upright again. I reach forward and suck her nipple.
“That’s two without permission,” I say.
“Are you going to punish me?” she asks in a small voice.
“What do you think?”
“What are you going to do to me?”
I put my hand into the bag and take out a pair of nipple and clit clamps, all connected by a heavy metal chain.
“Oh,” she gasps.
I hold the nipple clamps open and hesitate. She looks at them anxiously and leans back.
“Come forward,” I say.
Slowly she sways toward me. I hold them inches away from her breasts before suddenly letting them bite into her nipples. She jumps and whimpers in pain. Her body automatically rears back. I grasp the chain that hangs down and tug on it gently and she instantly comes forward. I pull her until she is so close to my mouth I can bite her mouth if I want to.