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  “Didn’t mean to come so hard?” he growled, blue eyes gleaming. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I know I’ve done my job well if a woman gushes like that. You’re a sprayer.”

  I gasped.

  “A sprayer?” was my shocked whisper. “What’s that?”

  He chuckled deeply before grinning again.

  “Baby, some women come so hard they squirt their juices. It’s beautiful when it happens, arcing through the air in a rainbow. But some girls,” he added with a lewd grin, “are sprayers. When you come, it’s not a single arc. It’s a shower of womanly nectar.”

  I blushed, heart beating fast as my pulse raced. But I love it. I absolutely love it. It’s shocking, and absolutely crazy. Because what innocent virgin does this? What sweet princess comes like this, drenching a man’s face in a flow of honey?

  But I couldn’t get enough because the next day, when Luke invited me to his apartment, of course I said yes. It’s wrong. He’s the man who controls my future, the one who literally handles my scholarship and signs my small paycheck. So what am I doing, sneaking off to his apartment?

  But when he let me in, all my doubts dropped away. Because the man was so gorgeous, imposing and huge in that black suit, and I went soft inside all over again. Those blue eyes sparkled, his grin knowing.

  But instead of ravishing me in the doorway, Mr. Lyons actually behaved normally, giving me a tour of his palatial apartment.

  “And here,” he rumbled casually, “is bedroom number three.”

  I peered inside, eyes wide. Just like numbers one and two, there was a huge king-size, perfectly made up with a dozen throw pillows, plush pile carpeting, and an accompanying en suite.

  “Mr. Lyons,” I said breathlessly. “Why do you have so many bedrooms? Is there someone else living here?”

  The dark man smiled at me, that lazy blue gaze trailing over my curves.

  “No, it’s just me and my housekeeper,” he said. “And Conchita doesn’t live here. She just comes in the mornings to clean and cook.”

  I nodded. That made sense because he was a single guy who worked all day. How dirty could the apartment get? But the billionaire still hadn’t answered my question.

  “Mr. Lyons,” I tried again. “Why do you have so many bedrooms? How many are there total? I’ve seen three, but are there more?”

  That white grin flashed again.

  “In fact, there are,” he rumbled. “Here’s number four,” he said, throwing another door open, “And here’s number five,” he said, letting a door to the left swing open. “You can never have enough.”

  I goggled because sure enough, just like numbers one through three, bedrooms four and five were immaculately appointed with the same king-size mattress and corresponding en suites. Entire families could live in each room, they were that spacious.

  I turned slowly to him.

  “You’re so lucky,” I murmured. “Back in Kansas, my mom and I shared an apartment smaller than one of these bedrooms.”

  The big man’s eyes flared.

  “Well you’re not in Kansas anymore, baby girl. This is New York City, and anything goes.”

  I nodded. Anything goes clearly included five bedrooms for a single guy. Why didn’t he convert one of them into a sitting room, or a den? Or I thought guys always had a private man cave in the basement where they drank beer and watched sports. But maybe the billionaire had another apartment where he did that stuff. Again, anything was possible when it came to Mr. Lyons.

  Smiling once more, I turned to him.

  “What else do you have up your sleeve?” I asked playfully. “Any more hidden studios, or walls that roll away to reveal practice spaces?”

  He pretended to think.

  “Well, I do have an ice skating rink,” he said drolly. “Along with complimentary skates and a Zamboni to clean the ice.”

  I giggled, eyes wide. Seriously? Oh my god, that was a luxury beyond my wildest imagination. A private ice skating rink?

  But the billionaire laughed then.

  “No, baby girl, I was just kidding. I don’t have a private rink because that’d be insane in the city. But if you want to go to Rockefeller Center for a special skating session, I’m pretty sure I can get them to clear it out for us. I know the CEO, and he’ll get us in,” Mr. Lyons added with a wink.

  I looked at him, stunned. Because the extravagance of his life that blew me away. Private ice skating at Rockefeller Center? Where they had the big Christmas tree and filmed the Today show? It was luxury that I never dreamed of. He had connections that were so powerful that anything could happen.

  Yet I had nothing to offer Mr. Lyons in return. So why was he being so nice to me? Why was he spending time with a small-town girl who had nothing but dreams?

  “Mr. Lyons,” I began hesitantly.

  “Luke, sweetheart,” he interrupted, that low voice smooth and deep. “I want you to call me Luke.”

  “Luke,” I said tentatively, tasting the name on my lips. It sounded right, like I was calling out to a lover, a male animal who could take and control, one that waited in the bushes until his female was ripe and ready. “Luke,” I began again slowly.

  A black eyebrow quirked.

  “Yeah sweetheart?”

  I took a deep breath.

  “This is an amazing place, and you’ve been very kind to me,” I began. “More than generous.”

  It was true because Luke had made sure that I landed a solo in our next performance. It wasn’t a huge part. I wasn’t the Black Swan in Swan Lake or anything like that, but my solo was a solid five-minute routine where there’d be no one on stage but me. I took another deep breath.

  “You’ve been very kind,” I said bravely once again. “And I just wanted to know, is there something I can do for you?”

  My cheeks colored because of course there was something. I’m eighteen, young and innocent, but I’m not that naïve. I knew there was something that I had, and that only I could give.

  Mr. Lyons shot me a long, amused look.

  “And what makes you say that?” he rumbled, that huge frame sitting on a couch, dark and imposing. “What makes you say that, sweet thing?”

  I colored.

  “Well, it’s just that, we’ve already, you know,” I said helplessly. “We’ve already, and then you…” Oh god, the words wouldn’t come out. I couldn’t say it, my tongue tripping over itself.

  “You mean, because I’ve already tasted you?” he rumbled, lips quirking into an amused smile. But that smile was dangerous too, because the blue of his eyes turned dark, gleaming with purpose.

  I nodded helplessly, every nerve in my body quivering with awareness of this man.

  “Yes,” I whispered. “You’ve been so kind to me already, and I just thought ….”

  “Thought what?” he rumbled deeply, blue eyes searing. “What did you think baby girl?”

  By now, my nips jutted out from my sweater, like hard bullets pointed straight at his mouth. And those lips curved into a knowing smile again, taking in my huge, luscious Double Ds, the generous flesh already quivering for him.

  I swallowed thickly.

  “Well I just thought that I should do something for you,” I whispered. “You’ve been so giving.”

  The black eyebrow quirked again, but something imperceptible changed in the air. Sure, he was still a powerful male animal, leaning back against the white leather couch, but somehow now that huge form was filled with tension now. Even if Luke hadn’t moved a muscle, suddenly the distance between us was charged with electricity, that blue gaze hot.

  But his voice remained completely calm, giving nothing away.

  “What did you have in mind, baby girl?” he rumbled. “What were you thinking of doing for Daddy?”

  I blushed because when he’d tasted me last time, he’d called himself Daddy. It was weird at first, but within minutes, it felt right. Because this man is my Daddy. Mr. Lyons makes things happen, he makes me feel treasured and precious, like the world will fal
l at my feet. So I nodded hesitantly, brown eyes wide.

  “Daddy, I was going to let you taste me again,” I whispered this time, looking down before looking up once more and meeting his gaze. “I want you to.”

  For sure, I thought he’d jump on it. I thought Luke would have me in his lap in a second, face buried between my thighs. In fact, my pussy juiced in anticipation, moist fluid seeping from my slit. It’d been so good last time, so unbelievably arousing, and I desperately wanted to feel his mouth on me once more.

  But Luke didn’t jump. The alpha male remained seated, his arms deceptively relaxed on the back of the couch.

  “And?” he asked, voice smooth. “Then what?”

  I paused, stupefied. What was he saying? What did he want?

  “And then you know,” I added helplessly, squirming a bit in my seat. Today, I’d worn a loose dress, a pink thing that was perfect for summer in New York. It had spaghetti straps and a wide ruffle across the front, highlighting my generous décolletage. But suddenly, even this thin fabric was too tight and uncomfortable. “And then you know …” my voice trailed off.

  Luke saw that I couldn’t get the words out and stood to tower over me in the living room. I gasped. Oh shit, it wasn’t just that he was six four and massive, ungodly handsome in a black suit. It was that he had a raging hard-on that the alpha was no longer bothering to hide. That’s right, as the billionaire stood, the tent in his pants became obvious, that hard ridge an enormous python ready to devour its prey.

  And my pussy responded immediately. My sweet snatch immediately moistened just looking at him, dew collecting within my interior as my mouth fell open, brown eyes wide.

  “Cat got your tongue?” the big man asked from up above, blue eyes amused yet hot with desire.

  I gasped a bit, nipples so hard they ached, jutting out as my hips twisted involuntarily on the couch.

  “It’s just I thought you enjoyed it last time,” I whispered. “I thought you liked it.”

  The billionaire flashed a knowing smile my way.

  “Oh I enjoyed it,” he rumbled. “But I want more now. I want this,” he said, pointing at my sweet spot, “gyrating all over this,” he rasped, pointing to the cock on his pants. “I want you to dance, baby girl, but this time with my rod inside that sweet pussy.”

  I should have been offended. I should have screamed and jumped up, flying out the door. Because it was wrong. He was a man in control, the head of the company, the one with my future in his hands. In fact, Luke had already pulled some strings so that I could get a solo in our next performance. And now he was telling me that I had to earn it in a very special way, dancing on his cock, just for him.

  But what my brain knew, my body didn’t. Because instead of feeling offended or ashamed, my insides went soft and loose, heart beating hard. And before I realized, I was nodding.

  “Yes Daddy,” I whispered. “I want it too.”

  Luke’s smile only grew wider, those perfect white teeth flashing, his gaze all-knowing.

  “You do, don’t you little slut?” he rumbled deep in his chest. “Baby likes it, doesn’t she? But Daddy has some terms too.”

  My eyes jerked up to look at him.

  “Terms?” I asked. “What do you mean?”

  And with that, Luke began undoing his tie. It was a strip of blue silk, probably from a high-end designer store costing five hundred dollars. I could live for a month on that money, but right now, my eyes merely stared, entranced at the smooth movements of his hands.

  “You didn’t think Daddy was going to let you get away so easy, did you?” that deep voice rumbled, blue gaze hot. “Because Daddy wants you to do something special for him.”

  I was a butterfly quivering on the couch, my breasts hot and aching, a flush rising up deep inside.

  “What is it?” I asked in a whisper. “What does Daddy want from me?”

  The big man smiled slyly then, taking the tie between two hands and jerking it so that the cloth snapped.

  “Daddy’s going to tie you up, pretty girl. Daddy’s going to tie you up because that’s the best way to break a virgin.”

  I gasped then, cheeks flaming pink even as I juiced down below.

  “What?” I gasped. “What do you mean?”

  All my dreams of gallant knights on white horses evaporated because suddenly I realized Luke wasn’t that type of guy. He was filthy, dirty and nasty in a way that my innocent mind couldn’t compute. But oh god, I wanted to learn. Against my better instincts, I was desperate to learn, hungry to go through every lesson with this man until I knew them all by memory. So nodding breathlessly, my eyes met his.

  And the alpha chuckled deep in his chest, sensing my eagerness.

  “Oh yeah, baby wants it, doesn’t she?” he asked. “Baby absolutely wants it, and that’s good because Daddy’s going to give it to you. Daddy’s going to tie you up and then breach that little pussy. It’s going to hurt a little, it’s going to sting, but trust me, sweetheart, you’re going to eat it up in the end.”

  I nodded slowly. Other girls have told me it hurts the first time, that it’s ungodly painful and agonizing down there the first time. In fact, my best friend Marnie didn’t have sex for two years after losing her virginity because her first had been so bad. So I was prepared to suffer.

  But at the same time, Mr. Lyons was promising to make it good for me. He was promising that he’d help me enjoy, help my body adjust. And I nodded slowly because I wanted it. I wanted more of him, to taste and to savor, to learn whatever the billionaire was teaching. So I nodded again, mesmerized by his words.

  “Yes, Daddy,” I murmured obediently. “Yes, Daddy, tie me up.”

  And with that, the alpha was on me. One minute, he was across the room with the tie in his hands, and the next those hard lips were on mine, crushing me, owning me.

  “Ohhh!” I gasped against the assault. “Oh!”

  “Oh is fucking right,” growled Luke against my lips. “Because you’re getting it baby girl, this little pussy is going to be fucked within an inch of its life.”

  And suddenly the dress was torn from me, leaving my body bare and nude. I looked down in shock, boobies heaving, pink crests jutting out obscenely. What in the world?

  But it was true. Luke had taken the frilly dress in two hands and literally ripped it down the center so that the material fell apart, my creaminess on display.

  “Oh!” I gasped again, breasts quivering under his hot gaze, nether lips plushly pink. “Oh!”

  And Luke bent his head to suckle a nipple, gripping the nub between his teeth before biting down, hard.

  “Ah!” I cried out, throwing my head back, eyes closing ecstatically. “Ah ah ah!”

  “That’s right,” he rumbled against my breastflesh, squeezing the white orbs with his hands. “That’s right, aww, fuck I love huge titties.”

  And I mewled helplessly, pushing forward into his mouth, welcoming this man. Because my body isn’t that of a standard prima ballerina. I’m much too big, too generous, and ballerinas don’t usually have tits. Typically they’re shaped like planks or teenage boys, chests as flat as a board.

  So to have a man worshipping my goodness, stuffing my nips into his mouth hungrily, buoyed my self-esteem. And this wasn’t just any man, this was a man who knew dance, who had once been a ballet dancer himself. Oh god, it felt so good emotionally and physically. It was so satisfying because not only was I feeding my man, but he couldn’t get enough. He loved the huge creamy mounds, and the assets that were all me.

  “Oh!” I cried out again as he bit me once more before settling into a deep suck. “Oh oh!”

  But Mr. Lyons wasn’t done yet. With a nasty grin, he looked up, those blue eyes hot.

  “Suck yourself,” he indicated, nodding at my other breast. “Let me see baby suck herself.”

  I stared at him, eyes wide. But it hadn’t been a mistake, and Mr. Lyons jerked his chin at my boob again.

  “Lick yourself,” he commanded, dick twitching a
gainst my leg. “Stuff your other boobie in your mouth, don’t make me say it again.”

  And slowly, his words made sense. Because as someone with generous assets, I have flesh to mold and play with. And right now, Luke wanted me to play with myself, showing off the creamy sacks of milk. So with a tentative hand, I palmed my left tit.

  “Like this?” I asked hesitantly, squeezing gently. Oh god, it felt good, my breasts were so full and achy, electric jolts running straight to my cunt. “Like this?”

  Luke’s gaze grew even hotter, zooming up to a hundred degrees.

  “Into your mouth,” he growled again. “Now.”

  The command in his voice was my downfall, because I couldn’t disobey. I couldn’t say no, and with a trembling hand, I lifted my tit to my lips, lapping experimentally at the hard crest. Oh! It felt so good, my tongue reaching out to twirl tentatively around my nipple, sampling my own sweetness. Oh fuck, it was amazing, and I kissed myself again before delicately sucking the hard tip into my mouth.

  Luke watched, eyes blazing even as he dropped a kiss on my other nipple.

  “That’s right, baby girl,” he rasped. “You have to get used to taking Daddy’s orders, that’s the only way this is going to work.”

  I mewled helplessly, still sucking on my breast. But then something within took over, and I popped it out, never dropping his gaze.

  “Daddy, you wanna suck?” I whispered, offering the wet nipple to him. “You wanna suck?”

  And with a growl, Luke was on it. The alpha leaned forward, and lapped at my tit, running his teeth lightly over the pink crest before nodding to me again.

  “Now you again,” he commanded.

  And oh god, but it was so dirty. Luke and I took turns lapping at my nips, enjoying the big breasts and sharing the creamy goodness. I’d take a lick, and then he would, and we’d rotate, filling ourselves with white breastflesh. My cunt shivered down below, and oh god, but I could see the snake in his pants growing, insistent and enormous, the tip literally poking out over his waistband, glistening wetly under the light.

  “Daddy,” I gasped, eyes glued to his huge pole. “Let me taste,” I whispered. “Let me help you.”