My Stepmom's Boyfriend Page 3

  But Travis doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he gets up to grab another beer before coming back to sit next to me at the kitchen counter.

  “I could be a prince,” he says in a casual tone. “Within limits of course.”

  “Of course,” I say quickly. “I wouldn’t presume to impose on you. I’d be very grateful for a place to stay. You wouldn’t even know I was here, it’s so huge.”

  He throws his head back and laughs, although there’s a roughness to his tone now.

  “Sweetheart, this castle has eight rooms, two living rooms, a formal dining room, a casual dining room, a library and a den, just to name some of the amenities. We could both live here and never cross paths for days.”

  I perk up.

  “So can I stay here?” I ask in a hopeful tone. “Just for a little while as I get my life sorted. I promise, you won’t even notice I’m here. I could even pay you a little rent, after I find a job. It won’t be much, but it would be something.”

  Again, Travis shakes his head with mirth.

  “No sweetheart, you’re not getting it. You’re a gorgeous young woman, and staying out of my hair is the least of my concerns. In fact, it’s the opposite of what I’d want. After all, a woman like you shouldn’t go untouched. She should be sampled, enjoyed and most of all, savored by a man. Would you like that, Caitlin?”

  I stare at him, my jaw open. Is he saying what I think he’s saying?

  “You mean, sex?” I manage to squeak out.

  His blue eyes darken to an almost black as his gaze roves appreciatively over my curvy form. I know that I have some extra junk in the trunk, but never have I felt so desired before. Travis’s eyes are hot as he looks at me once more, but his voice is surprisingly light.

  “Yes, sex,” he says. “But even more than that, the foreplay before some incredible interludes in bed. I’d like access to your curves any time of the day or night. If you live here, you’ll walk around in nothing but lingerie and high heels, smelling of sweet perfume. Of course, you won’t have to lift a finger because I have a staff for all that. You’ll be able to live in luxury with not a worry in your pretty little head.”

  I’m scandalized. OMG, we just met! Is he serious?

  “But what about me getting a job?” I stammer. “How will I do that if I’m your … well, your sex toy?”

  He laughs.

  “You’re not a sex toy, sweetheart. If I wanted a sex toy, I’d just flip open a catalog and order straight off the internet. Come to think of it, we can do that if you want,” he says, his voice lowering. “But I’d consider this arrangement as your job. Think of it as a life of leisure, with a few strings. You’ll be here for my pleasure, and of course, I’ll give you pleasure as well. You’ll enjoy it, sweetheart. Trust me on this one.”

  I gawk at Travis, probably looking like a coarse peasant. Holy shit, I still can’t believe this is happening. I’m being propositioned by a handsome billionaire to live at his house, in exchange for full access to my body. This is so wrong!

  Yet, I’m attracted to Travis. There’s no denying it because the billionaire is dark, handsome, and charismatic. He’s got broad shoulders, long legs, and I bet there’s a private gym somewhere in this castle where he sweats it out on a regular basis.

  Plus, he’s giving me an opportunity. I’ll have food, drink, and a luxurious lifestyle at my fingertips, so long as I let him use my body.

  I look up at Travis, and find him watching me, those blue eyes missing nothing.

  “Do you have any weird kinks I should know about?” I ask slowly. “I’ll warn you, I’m not into blood or pain or anything like that.”

  Travis throws his head back in laugh.

  “You think you’re not into pain, but I could give you a spanking and you’d like it,” he growls.

  “No,” I say quickly. “I wouldn’t.”

  He holds his hands up in conciliation.

  “Okay, no blood, and no pain. Not that I was into that anyways,” he says with a smile. “But overall, you’ll find that I’m a pretty vanilla guy. I just like things my way, that’s all.”

  As I stare into his eyes, I feel myself beginning to fall into those deep blue pools. Oh my god, am I going to say yes? I can’t, can I? But then again, what options do I have?

  3

  Travis

  * * *

  I stare at the beautiful woman in front of me, my heart beating rapidly in my ears. It’s crazy. I’m not that guy. I’m not the one who waits on edge for what a woman is going to say, but with Caitlin, it’s different. For some reason, I’m intrigued by the gorgeous girl, and having her so near and yet so far is killing me.

  After all, from the moment I saw Caitlin sitting alone on the side of the road, I knew I had to have her. She’s everything I’ve been looking for, from those big breasts and wide hips to that innocent smile. I even liked the way she asked me about my kinks. Although she was careful about drawing a line in the sand, I can tell she’s curious.

  “So what will it be?” I ask, my voice deceptively casual. “What are you thinking?”

  Her face goes through many emotions. Confusion, curiosity, and even apprehension. Then finally, hope and excitement. But the curvy girl’s careful. “Why do you even want this deal?” Caitlin asks. “You could have anyone. Why me?”

  I shrug. “Why wouldn’t I want you?”

  She blushes, and it’s adorable. I could easily pull her into my arms and kiss her sweet lips, but it’s too soon. I want to hear her say yes before I kick our interaction up a notch.

  Instead, I change the subject to release some of the pressure.

  “Are you finished eating?” I ask.

  Caitlin glances down at the plate in front of her, the meal forgotten.

  “Oh. Yes. It was delicious, thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. You’ll be able to compliment the chef when you meet her. I think you’ll like her, actually. That is, if you decide to stay.”

  “I haven’t agreed to anything yet.”

  “I know,” I say with a grin. “But you’ll say yes. Trust me on it.”

  She shoots me a look.

  “You’re really cocky, you know that? Besides, you haven’t answered my question. Why do you want me? Again, you could have any woman in the world, so why me?”

  I put our plates in the sink and stroll back to the counter, but instead of taking a seat next to Caitlin, I remain standing.

  “Because sometimes that’s just the way it is,” I respond. “And I’m used to getting what I want.”

  This answer doesn’t appease the beautiful girl. Her eyes grow dark and she frowns.

  “Look, I know I’m poor and in desperate straits, but I’m not an idiot. Look at this house. Look at you. You’re rich and handsome. You could get anyone you want. Why me? Why this deal? Wouldn’t it be easier just to buy a hooker? Or even a socialite? I’m sure they could be convinced.”

  I take one of Caitlin’s hands in mine.

  “You have quite the imagination, you know that?” I say, laughing lightly. “Yes, I meet a lot of women and yes, I’m sure some of them would be happy to stay here.”

  “I knew it!” she says, pouncing quickly.

  “But,” I interrupt, “these women have expectations. These women want me to wine and dine them. They think I’m going to buy them all kinds of clothes and jewelry, and to be honest, that’s fine. I don’t mind gifting trinkets, baubles, designer purses, or whatever makes them happy. The problem is what comes after.”

  Caitlin frowns.

  “And what comes after?”

  I shrug.

  “It only takes a few months, if not weeks, before women develop Expectations with a capital “E,” meaning that they want a diamond, a proposal, and then a wedding cake with a honeymoon afterwards. They want to become Mrs. Travis Simpson because that’s the logical next step, right?”

  Caitlin furrows her brow. “That quickly? Really?”

  I nod.

  “Even faster sometim
es, which leads me to you. I want to make it absolutely clear right now: marriage is not on the table for you and I.”

  Her eyes widen. “I didn’t suggest…”

  “I know you didn’t. That’s why I want you for this arrangement. I could tell you were different from the moment we met. You’re a girl who knows her place in the world, and you’ve got your head screwed on straight. You’re not going to ask for things you can’t get because why set yourself up for disappointment? You’re not going to request my heart on a string, nor are you going to be offended if I treat you like a sex doll. Because that’s your role in my life, and that’s the role you’re going to play.”

  I know the last part comes off as a bit harsh, but I want to be honest. This is a transaction, and she should understand that. Caitlin bites her lip, and I can see confusion, not to mention pride, warring in her eyes. I get it. She’s a dignified young woman, and the words “sex doll” aren’t exactly what ladies aspire to these days. Women are feminists, and they want to be Supreme Court Justices, not to mention the next President of the United States. But we’re not talking about that. Instead, we’re in my house, negotiating terms for a particular position, and these are the parameters of the deal.

  Caitlin bites her lip again.

  “Will I be allowed to leave the house? I don’t want to be cut off completely from my friends,” she says slowly.

  Good, the curvy girl’s drawing closer to yes.

  “Of course you can see your friends. You’re not a captive. However, I expect that when I am home, you will also be home. Wearing nothing but lingerie,” I add in a matter of fact voice. “I promise, I will treat you like a princess as long as your expectations are realistic.”

  She bites her lip again.

  “And when would the arrangement end?”

  I shrug.

  “It ends when either of us decides it’s over. I won’t force you to stay because that’s not my style. But Caitlin, I think you’re going to find that this lifestyle suits you. It sounds offensive upon first blush, but I assure you that living in the lap of luxury is no chore.”

  She blushes and bites her lip once again. I can almost see the wheels turning in her head when finally, she nods.

  “Okay. I agree with your arrangement. We’re both in this, until we’re not, and either of us can call it off at any time.”

  I nod.

  “Of course.” My voice sounds calm, although the blood is already rushing through my veins. Then, she shoots me another look from under her lashes.

  “I have some reservations Travis, but it’s fine, at least for right now. I need somewhere to stay, and you’re offering me that and more. So yes. I’m in.”

  I nod, my blue eyes gleaming. “Perfect. I knew you were a smart girl, and honey, just so you know, I’d like our arrangement to begin immediately. Your curves are too luscious not to taste.”

  Her eyes grow wide.

  “Right now?” she squeaks.

  I grin like a predator.

  “Right now,” I affirm. “Follow me. Let me show you to your room, so you can get settled.” She gasps, but I’m already turning to lead her up the staircase. Caitlin doesn’t know it, but my heart is beating double time because finally, I have the gorgeous girl in my grasp, and I can’t wait for what comes next.

  I lead the curvy girl up the spiral staircase and pass through a hallway before opening a white door on the left. Caitlin’s jaw drops as she steps inside.

  “My goodness! What is this?”

  “It’s your bedroom, sweetheart.”

  “But this isn’t a bedroom!” she sputters. “This is a house. My childhood home wasn’t even this big, and that was a free-standing structure.”

  I shake my head.

  “You’re not living there anymore, sweetheart. You’re living here, with me.”

  I watch as Caitlin takes it all in, her eyes wide. There’s a canopy bed in the center of the large room. A bay window lines one wall, complete with a little reading nook decorated with an assortment of yellow and white pillows. Ivory curtains drift gently, and there’s also an enormous white bureau to be filled with clothes.

  The attached bathroom is white marble veined with grey, and there’s a heated floor as well as an in-bath sauna. I want my guests to feel comfortable, and that means providing all the amenities.

  “Wow,” she breathes, her brown eyes wide.

  I nod.

  “This suite is yours to luxuriate in, honey, but you’ll have to let me know what kinds of things you enjoy doing. Do you want more books? Some kind of crafts? Crossword puzzles? I can get these things ordered.”

  Caitlin laughs. “I’m not an old woman, Travis. I have my computer, so just the wi-fi password will be enough for now. Plus, I like to go for jogs and just normal things like that. That’s okay, isn’t it?”

  My eyes drift to her large breasts as I imagine them encased in a tight sports bra, bouncing up and down with every step. My hardness begins to grow, but I force myself not to think about that right now because I’ll have plenty of time to admire her body later.

  “That sounds totally fine. Just let me know if you need anything. I’ll send Hortense up with a credit card so you can purchase some clothes, and feel free to reach out to my cook with respect to any dietary restrictions or allergies. I want you to be safe and healthy while you’re with me because I’m taking care of you now.”

  Caitlin smiles impishly. “Taking care of me? A little heavy-handed, are we?”

  I shrug.

  “No, I don’t think so. We have an arrangement, and as part of that arrangement, it’s my job to care for you. I take my responsibilities seriously, and you’ll have every amenity at your fingertips.”

  She blushes, looking down.

  “I appreciate that, Travis. No one’s ever done this for me before,” she murmurs.

  I put a finger under her chin, lifting it so that she looks directly into my eyes.

  “Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart. You deserve it. And don’t forget, but our arrangement has started already.”

  Her cheeks redden. “Of course, although I’m not exactly sure what you mean.”

  I grin.

  “As I mentioned, whenever I am home, you are to wear nothing but lingerie. As soon as you step from this room, I expect you to be appropriately dressed. Or undressed, in this case.”

  Caitlin’s eyes widen. “But I don’t have any nice lingerie with me!”

  I shrug. “That’s fine. Another option is to be nude with heels. I’d love to see your assets sweetheart, and I will anyways, sooner or later.”

  Her jaw literally drops open.

  “Nude?” she whispers.

  I grin now, hardening so much in my pants that it’s almost painful.

  “Yes, nude. In fact, this could be a great way to start off our little rendezvous. I’m sure you’re beautiful, honey, with or without clothing.”

  Caitlin looks slightly panicked, and she glances around the room as if hoping that a set of lingerie will materialize from thin air.

  “You don’t understand. I left home without even packing a bra, and my panties are really ratty. You don’t want to see me wearing them.”

  I merely shrug and smile again.

  “Then nude it is.”

  With that, I turn to leave. “Meet me in my study when you’re ready,” I call over my shoulder. The last look I have of Caitlin’s face is one of panicked surprise before I close the door, but there’s no need to fret because she’s a gorgeous woman and I’m looking forward to sampling her assets. Walking down the staircase, I chuckle quietly to myself.

  This is going to be an incredible night indeed.

  4

  Travis

  * * *

  Caitlin fills the doorway to my office, and she’s even more beautiful than I expected. She’s shy, so she’s still partially hidden behind the wooden slab, but I can see what I need to. Her gorgeous breasts are huge and swinging slightly, narrowing to a tiny waist and then flar
ing to wide hips. There’s a soft shadow at the vee between her thighs, and I’d swear those lips are glistening just a bit already.

  “Hi,” she says shyly, looking down at the floor. “Um, should I come in?”

  I can’t even speak, so I gesture with my hand. She minces in, a bit awkward in the high heels. “Hortense found a pair of stilettos and let me borrow them,” she explains. “I figured it was better than my sneakers.”

  She’s right, and I can’t rip my eyes from the long length of creamy leg topped by a pair of six inch pink high heels. Shit, this is going to be a long night.

  I nod.

  “Come in sweetheart, and close the door behind you.”

  She gently shuts the study door and sways to the chair in front of my desk. She begins to sit, but I stop her.

  “Will you spin around for me?”

  She pauses, blushing hotly.

  “Oh. Yes, of course.”

  Slowly, she turns in a small circle. I was hard the second she entered the study, but now the pain in my pants is pure agony. I swear I’m going to bust a nut, looking at the creamy white ass bisected down the middle with a dark cleft. I’d love to run my hand right down that seam, and tease her pucker before going even lower to stroke those soft, wet folds. Fuck, I’m so screwed.

  “Perfect, honey,” I growl. “Please, sit.”

  Caitlin perches herself gingerly on the edge of the chair across from me. If I were an artist, I’d paint a picture of Caitlin’s gorgeous naked body, with her brown hair rippling over her shoulders. Her chocolate eyes are wide, looking into mine.

  But then I decide to toy with the girl a bit.

  “Sweetheart, you look as pretty as a picture, but your place isn’t across from me. Your place is at my side.”

  She stares at me in confusion. Slowly, Caitlin stands and starts to move the chair towards me, dragging the legs along the parquet floor. I stop her immediately.

  “No, honey. That’s not what I meant.”