Sold to Him: A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance Page 4

  Oh god! He’s huge and aroused, the bulge impossible to miss and almost wrapping around his waist. I feel the buzzing between my legs. I should be embarrassed standing here, being judged naked as an aroused alpha male looks me over. But instead, I feel empowered and sensual. This is the most handsome man I’ve ever seen and he can’t keep his eyes off me.

  “Fuck!” Mr. Knight groans and before I can move, his mouth is on my breast, sucking my nipple so hard I squeal in response.

  “I can’t stop myself,” he whispers, his breath tickling the skin of my breast and causing a chill to go through me. His mouth is on mine before I can utter a word, his tongue strong and dominating, just like him. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  With his hand gripping my curls, he tilts my mouth to best accommodate his tongue. My pussy is drawn to him as my hips unconsciously rotate, seeking his shaft. His free hand drops to my ass, gripping the milky flesh aggressively as his erection presses hard against my stomach. Even the podium and high heels combined don’t make us equal in height. This man is massive in every way, and I love it.

  When he finally pulls away, I’m breathless and wanting, reaching for him the second his torso leaves mine.

  “No, sweetheart. You don’t get to touch me. Only I get to touch.”

  My breath catches in my throat at the thought of his rule. How sexy it is to be told what to do. He’s objectifying me, making me do only what he wants, and a thrill runs down my spine. I should hate this. I’ve always been fiercely independent, but all that has disappeared like vapor. I want to give myself to Mr. Knight. I want to submit to his every rule and demand.

  I’m melting inside, craving his touch again. Well, more of it at least, because his strong hand is still kneading my ass, massaging my sensitive skin. He may not hear it, but my pussy is juicing in rhythm with his movements, desire pumping through my veins.

  “Then touch me,” I whisper breathily, and his eyebrows rise in shock, taken aback by my boldness.

  “I don’t think you want to be demanding, young lady,” he threatens in a voice so masculine and rough that the softest moan slips from my lips inadvertently.

  “Why not?”

  The whisper has barely left my mouth when his tongue finds mine again, pushing deep against my wetness until his teeth nibble on my bottom lip, tugging as he pulls me close to him again.

  My heart sinks, the world stilling around me when I feel his hard chest and that massive cock, both pressed against me. He’s so alpha, controlling and aggressive, and I love it. My body molds with his so easily it almost seems like we’re two halves of a whole.

  A small part of me—so small that I barely listen to it—is saying that none of this should be happening. How did things go so differently than what I had expected? I mean, I didn’t know what to expect, but it was definitely not this. And how on earth am I so hot and heavy for him? I’ve never even felt a man before, and now I’m revved and ready to go. I want to feel his heavy cock inside me, stretching me beyond my limits.

  Without approval, my hand drops to his chest, reaching beneath his shirt to feel the ripples of his abs. Oh, God. His body is so hard, and he must follow a rigorous fitness regimen to produce such results.

  When my fingertips drop further, I find the stiffness of his length, ready to barrel through the fabric. My handle trembles slightly as I trace the thickness and if possible, he hardens even further beneath my touch.

  “What’s our rule?” he growls, snatching my hand from his rod.

  “Sorry,” I lie in almost a gasp when I feel his viselike grip. It was worth it, feeling him, turning him on, and pushing myself further.

  Waves are building in my stomach from deep within me. There’s a hunger, a craving I’ve never felt before. This man is awakening parts of me I didn’t know existed, and I want more.

  “What do you want, Trina?” He pulls my hair so hard my neck bends back, and he wastes no time taking advantage of my delicate throat. His tongue is masterful as he swirls it around in circles, teasing me with his teeth as I purr helplessly with delight.

  “You’re so sexy,” Mr. Knight says under his breath, and my sex clenches desperately.

  “Yes!” The cry is a shock, but when his mouth finds my nipple again I can’t contain myself. My body is ripe for more, wanting his hands everywhere.

  I reach for my free nipple, massaging the fullness with my small fingers. Oh, it feels so good as he sucks my nipple gently before tickling my skin with his teeth.

  “These are mine now.” Mr. Knight covers my hand with his, squeezing both of my breasts simultaneously. Then his fingertips graze over my hip as our eyes lock.

  Without a word, I tell him I want more, signaling my need through my heaving breasts and the unmistakable pout to my lips. And if I’m not mistaken, he tells me the same. We stay locked in a magnetic gaze for a pregnant pause, speechless, breathless as I swallow slowly.

  “Come here,” he orders softly.

  My feet are slow to respond, but eventually I reach him, my body flush against his, our gaze uninterrupted. He doesn’t look away, but his hand drifts down my belly, arriving at my sweet spot, his finger grazing my slit.

  “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growls deeply. And I am. I can feel myself juicing, the wetness slick between my legs as the buzzing grows unbearable. The waves deep in my belly have reached my chest, climbing to my throat as they threaten to tear me apart.

  “What’s happening?” I breathe out shakily. My whole body feels like it’s on fire, poised on the edge for something to happen.

  “This sweet pussy wants to cum for me, doesn’t it?” he groans as two fingers slide into my tight snatch. “Oh fuck you’re small.” His voice is shocked and appreciative.

  I moan loudly without abandon, unable to stifle how good this feels.

  “That’s right, baby. Bring me this sweet pussy.” His thumb begins to massage my clit as his fingers slide in and out, curling to tickle my front wall with each thrust. “Trina,” he groans my name, and I moan even louder, my arms reaching to circle his neck.

  This time he doesn’t stop me. Instead, he lets me tug the hair at the nape of his neck.

  “I could cum from your voice alone,” he says with a deep growl, his erection pressing into my stomach.

  And then it happens.

  “Yes!” I cry suddenly. He’s hit a special spot within me. The waves are rumbling hard and fast now, and he knows it. “Oh yes, yes!” I squeal. “Please!”

  Mr. Knight’s eyes go so brilliantly blue that they glow like sapphires. “I feel it, baby,” he whispers into my ear, pressing deep into my flesh, massaging my tight virgin pussy. “Give it to me, Trina,” he growls, pulsing his fingers inside. My cunt is needy, already wanting more, and as if he senses it, Mr. Knight slaps his palm into my clit, and a vibration is set off from deep within me.

  “Oh, God! Yes! Yes! Fuck!”

  The pleasure ripples in titanic waves through my pussy, an indescribable release of emotions and sensation. Every hair on my body is standing, my nerves shot and my feet cramped. My legs go limp first, and then my hands.

  “Come here,” Mr. Knight growls, this time less aggressively. He’s almost comforting as he slides his fingers from my depths, bringing the slickness to his mouth.

  Watching him lick my juices from his fingers is the most erotic moment of my life, and my pussy clenches down again, missing the pressure and craving more. The sexiness of it all gives me strength in my legs and hands again as if I’m re-invigorated by his seduction.

  “This juicy pussy is mine.” But his words again aren’t for me. Mr. Knight is talking to himself as he stares down at my nubile, shaking body, still quivering from release. My pussy slit gleams in the low lights, breasts heaving as I try to recover.

  And I say what comes naturally then.

  “Yes, this is yours,” I mewl, offering my nude flesh to him. “All yours.” Because it’s true. Although we only just met, somehow I know that Grayson Knight owns me already. He
’s powerful, commanding and dominant, and my body knows its master unconsciously.

  Gray smiles, his mouth descending over mine before my brain can develop a question, and although it seems impossible, he is in some way even more passionate, kissing with even more emotion and depth. Both of his hands eagerly roam my body, squeezing in all the right places as his cock presses against me again.

  “You’re perfect, sweetheart,” Mr. Knight whispers, finally pulling apart from our embrace. The compliment sends another moan sliding past my lips, and he swallows the pleasurable sound with a smile.

  But then it all ends. He pulls away, that massive body still aroused before turning. “They’ll give you all the info you need.” His eyes flicker once before he leaves, departing the room without so much as an explanation.

  Wait, what? I blink at the sudden emptiness of the room. What was that? He’s gone? Glancing at the floor, I rush to grab my dress. No one else needs to see me naked. My juices are literally sliding down my leg, and I rush to wipe the slickness before pulling the dress above my head.

  This is crazy! Did that really happen? I had my first orgasm on a job interview with a dark, handsome stranger who told me I’m to be auctioned? What’s going on? And when is the auction? Where will it take place?

  This is so wrong. I can’t do this, yet it feels so right. I’m already missing the man that’s only just left me. I’ve never felt such an attraction to an alpha male before, but it’s absolutely delicious. But the tough part is that now, I don’t know that I want to be auctioned to another man.

  Snap out of it, the voice in my head scolds. This is a job and you don’t get to choose.

  So I swallow heavily, trying to get my bearings because I’m doing this for the money. Besides, Mr. Knight said that if I do well, I can make six figures or even more. And that’s what I need. Eyes on the prize, my subconscious speaks again. Don’t lose it just because you had your first orgasm at the hands of a handsome billionaire

  Yet doubts still screech through my mind. Because who’s going to buy me? What if they’re fat and ugly? Or old and bald? Oh god, I hadn’t considered this yet. Will they want me to have sex with them? Mr. Knight didn’t want sex from me, but he did make me cum for him. My first orgasm while being played with like a toy. And yet, it was amazingly good.

  In fact, I’m still craving him while alone in this room. He didn’t even let me get him off, and I wanted to. I want to see that big cock. I could feel it was thick and the heat scalded my hands through his pants. He wanted me, but his control was too strong. I guess not that strong, because he did give into me a little bit. I saw the damp spot on his trousers, and my pussy clenches again, knowing that Mr. Knight was leaking pre-cum from our encounter.

  God, I want more time with him. I look at the door, willing it to open, and when it finally does it’s another tall blonde.

  “Hi, I’m Marian. Come with me please,” she says with a smile. She walks me through the maze quickly and efficiently before getting a call on a cell phone.

  “Yes?”

  She pauses and I follow suit right behind her as I try to listen in on the call. I hear the word “night” or “Knight,” but I can’t be sure if it’s a reference to time or the hot man that left me dripping.

  Could he be checking on me? Wishful thinking, I know, but a girl can dream.

  Then it hits me—this is all a test! Was that how I was supposed to behave? Oh no! Maybe I’ve failed something and he’s calling to tell them I don’t have the job.

  “Okay. I’ll wait,” Marian says before ending the call.

  “Is everything okay?” I ask fearfully, and from the rise of her eyebrow and flicker in her eye, I’m sure everything is not okay.

  “It seems you’ll have special instructions, so I’m going to walk you to the front lobby before waiting for further information.”

  I frown, not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing. It sounds like I’m being released, but does that mean I failed? I anxiously follow her through the endless mazes of hallways, hoping that I passed the test. And if I did, will I ever see Grayson Knight again? Or was that merely just a fly-by-night encounter, over before it began? My heart lurches and I wait with bated breath … because oh god, I’m already desperate to see and feel the billionaire once more.

  Chapter 4

  Grayson

  Incredible. That girl is just incredible.

  After making her cum, I knew I had to get the hell out before I did anything else I would regret. I walked out of there fast, hobbling with my dick so big that it was like a third leg. Thank god my office is near the Presentation Room and I didn’t see too many people on my way here. The plush leather chair shifts under my weight and I push back from my desk, turning to face the massive floor-to-ceiling windows looking out to the city.

  I rub my temples to relieve the pressure, but it’s pointless since it’s definitely the wrong area that needs soothing. I lean back with a groan, knowing my work is completely shot for the rest of the day.

  “Trina.” I roll her name across my tongue in the empty room. It’s so sweet and tempting, just like the woman.

  Did she realize just how close I was to owning her sweet virgin pussy then and there? No, she’s too innocent for that. Even though I made her come and my meat was standing up big and high enough to salute all of New York City, she was still blushing like a beautiful summer rose. Like she couldn’t believe any of what was going on between us.

  Well, I believe it, all right. I widen my thighs to give my length some room. It throbs in my pants, hard enough to split rocks but ready to ream that hot and juicing wetness of hers. Unable to resist, I grab my member and squeeze a couple of times. I want to beat off. Shit, I’m about desperate for it. But the next time I cum because of her, I want it to be with her—inside her to be exact.

  I put my fingers to my nose, draw in a deep breath, and almost cum without touching myself. My hand still smells like her saucy cunt. What would it be like to have a taste of all that direct from the source? It would be explosive, I’m sure of it. I can almost hear the breathy little cries she’d make coming all over my mouth. A small jet of sperm spurts from my dick in anticipation.

  Trina Markham. Goddamn. She’s perfect in every way. At least, perfect for me. Hell, perfect for any guy with a working sex drive. The other billionaires would trip over their own feet for the chance to see her soft form in the auction room, to stroke those heaving curves before easing their cocks into her virgin hole.

  And so far, she’s the cream of a pretty big crop.

  I know because I’ve already personally interviewed dozens of girls this year. Luscious women with huge tits, spankable asses, and thick thighs that would jiggle just right when we’re fucking them. My buddies and I are into a certain kind of female form. We like curvy and innocent, and Trina’s exactly our type. Her thick, wavy brown hair, soft skin, and responsive body will definitely fetch a pretty penny.

  But that’s the thing. I swallow with difficulty, and not even the amazing view of the city can soothe me. Something bitter gets stuck in my throat at just the thought of any other man touching her. Trina felt so good on my fingers. Those nipples of hers were like ripe berries for me to suck and roll around on my tongue. Billionaire bait for sure. But I want her for this billionaire specifically. For me, and not the others.

  But she doesn’t know that. Trina probably thought I was just another employee of this place, and not an actual member of the Billionaires Club. But I’m one of them, all right. And this year I’m stuck on procurement duty. Not a hard job, obviously, but it’s got to get done. Someone’s gotta make sure the inventory is up to par, and this year, that’s me. So yeah, I’m in charge of “Human Resources,” a euphemistic term for finding the curviest, most innocent women and bringing them back to our lair to be sold.

  So far, the girls have been outstanding. There are some real gorgeous babes with smarts as well as decent resumes. These days a lot of decent-looking MBAs and Harvard grads are willi
ng to be playthings to some hot, rich guys for a pile of cash. And the Billionaires Club is all hot, rich guys. It’s a pre-requisite for membership, and for these girls, it’s sure as hell better than the chances they take with douchey, fratty guys in clubs or bars these days.

  Plus, I wasn’t exaggerating about the money. If a girl is just our speed, she can make six figures minimum for her work with us. It’s a good deal, especially if you get along with the man who buys you. A lot of these girls even want to re-up, doing two or three tours and staying here at the Billionaires Club while waiting to be auctioned again.

  That’s why my buddies and I always demand the best females. Nothing short of the best would fit our expectations, and it works for us. After all, we run corporate empires and sit in powerful positions. We don’t want to have to wine and dine a female – it’s time-consuming, and frankly, sometimes as boring as hell. There are a lot of girls who talk non-stop about the latest “It” purse, not to mention the latest “It” diet, “It” make-up, and “It” shoes. It’s enough to drive a man bonkers.

  So yeah, this way, it’s easier. Perfect, even. Have your fun, and then let them go. After all, it’s just money, and we make plenty of it. Shelling out a hundred thousand dollars for a week between some thick and juicy thighs is nothing to us, so long as she leaves quietly afterwards.

  It wasn’t always this efficient, though. At one point, we had one of our employees vetting the girls, but when he started sending us girls none of us wanted found attractive—skinny broads with fake tits who looked like they’d break in the middle of one good, hard session—we realized we couldn’t let employees do everything. So each year, a member of the Billionaires Club gets assigned to Procurement. Which is why I’m here overseeing the auction process now.