At the Billionaire's Beck and Call (2 page)

“
I want you to suck me off,” Blackwell said, in a commanding tone. “On your knees. That's a good girl.”

Melinda, only too happy to oblige, got down on her knees, a cramped position in the small cage. Blackwell stuck his thing through the bars, and she eagerly closed her mouth around it, beginning to suck in small, teasing motions. She played her tongue around the head of his cock, lapping at it, getting it nice and slick with her saliva. Blackwell was excited, and stuck his throbbing member even deeper down his throat. Melinda gripped the sides of the cage and sucked even harder, feeling his cock tickling the back of her throat, her ample breasts jiggled as she sputtered and gagged on his rod.

“
That's it,” Blackwell said. “Right there.”

With her free hand, she juggled his balls, giving them gentle squeezes, making sure every inch of his billion-dollar cock was feeling insane pleasure. Blackwell stuck himself even deeper down her throat, and she didn't know how much more she'd be able to handle. She bobbed up and down on her heels, taking him as far as she could down her throat, wanting to feel his hot load sliding down into her belly. But she knew it wasn't time for that yet. Finally, Blackwell groaned, and reluctantly slid his soaking wet cock from her mouth.

“
Turn around,” he said. “I want to fuck you now. I want to see your big, perfect ass bouncing up and down in my face as I do so.”

She complied, turning around so her big ass was shoved against the metal bars of the cage. Within seconds, she felt Blackwell's cock gliding into her pussy, sliding along her wetness. With her hand, she rubbed her clit, moaning as he began to fuck her, slowly at first, then gradually increasing his pace until he was pumping away at her slit like a madman. Melinda clutched the bars of the cage, gasping, feeling a strong orgasm coming up from inside her. She cried out, cumming hard as Blackwell continued to fuck her, reaching one of his arms through the cage and grabbing at her breasts as she did. She gasped as he squeezed and tweaked her nipples, and she felt another strong orgasm bubbling up almost immediately. She couldn't believe how good he felt inside her, how his thick cock was light years better than Fred's had been, and she bent over even further to allow him more access to her dripping pussy.

Her clit was swollen and tender now, and she was rubbing it furiously. With a cry, she came again, her moans echoing off the walls of the study, her sweating, naked body pressed up against the bars of the cage.

“
Enough,” Blackwell said finally. He pressed the button again, the cage swung open. Melinda exited, her body slick with moisture, her pussy soaking wet. Blackwell sent the cage back up into the ceiling. He hit another button, and a different compartment opened in the wall, revealing a wide array of BDSM items. Blackwell removed a whip and handcuffs, and presented them to her.

“
Time for you to put these on,” he said, motioning to the handcuffs. “I want to see you bound as I whip you. Are you okay with that?”

Melinda nodded, unable to believe how much the thought turned her on. She extended her arms, and Blackwell slapped the cuffs on her. He stood back, admiring for a moment.

“
I can't get over how much your curves turn me on,” he said. “I can't wait to see you whipped.”

“
Me neither,” Melinda said, giggling. “And to think, just an hour before I was only your housekeeper.”

“
How quickly time flies,” Blackwell said. “Okay, the safe word is avocado. Let's do this.”

Melinda got down on her knees, like a good subservient. Blackwell smiled, and cracked the whip across her back. She flinched, but didn't cry out. Blackwell removed his shirt and pants, until he stood there completely naked. He cracked the whip again, this time across her ass, and she made a soft moan. Harder and harder the whip came down now, across her breasts, her stomach, her legs. She whimpered and moaned, cumming as he hit her, unable to believe the amount of pleasure she felt with every blow. She saw small spots of blood welling up from some of the whip marks, but she was still ready for more. Her hands strained against the cuffs, but she was completely bound.

Again and again the whip flew, cracking over her back, making her cum with the sweet pleasure of pain. She felt beaten and abused, totally dominated by this billionaire who could enforce his will on her.

“
You'll do whatever I say?” Blackwell asked, flicking the whip over and over.

“
Yes master, anything!” she cried, flinching with every harsh blow. The whip came smashing down on her ass, as hard as anything she'd ever felt, and she screamed out. She knew she couldn't last much longer, but she was determined not to disappoint the billionaire. Finally, she could take no more.

“
Avocado!” she cried out, and the whipping ceased. Blackwell fell on top of her, and began to fuck her doggy style.

“
My sweet Melinda,” he said. “You feel just like a real woman should. I'm going to cum in your pussy. Is that okay?”

“
Oh, please!” she cried. “I want it so bad!”

Blackwell fucked away at her dripping pussy, as Melinda's body shuddered in ecstasy. She didn't know it was possible to cum so many times in a row, but here she was, climaxing over and over again. Her breasts jiggled in front of her as Blackwell thrust his throbbing cock into her pussy over and over. She heard him moaning and groaning, and his pace increased, reaching a furious rhythm.

“
Here it comes!” Blackwell cried. “Ahh!”

He gave a few more thrusts, and Melinda felt his hot, sticky cum shoot up inside her pussy. She cried out too, overwhelmed, and collapsed onto the hardwood floor, her hands still bound. Blackwell studied her impassively as his cum leaked from her pussy, pooling on the floor. He uncuffed her and they cuddled together there on the floor, kissing passionately.

“
There's going to be plenty more where this came from,” Blackwell said. “You won't be a housekeeper any longer. We're going to have a long future together, my sweet Melinda.”

“
I can't wait,” she said, grinning and giggling, giving him a long kiss on the mouth, unable to believe her good luck. She couldn't believe that she had just been dominated by the billionaire, and that, with any luck, it was going to happen again and again.

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He headed over to the wide bay windows, which afforded a panoramic view of the Olympic sized swimming pool. Down below, he could see who he assumed must be the pool boy, tirelessly working in the summer heat with a skimmer. The guy had his shirt off, and he was ripped, no question about it. Even from here, Alan could make out his ripped abs and tanned body, glistening with sweat. He watched as the pool guy bent over, cleaning the surface of the water, working his taut biceps with the motion of the skimmer. Although Alan had never liked to admit it to himself, he thought deep down he had always been more attracted to men. Especially stunning, Greek-god-like specimens such as the fellow currently cleaning his enormous pool. He'd never acted on these urges, of course—he couldn't imagine the scandal that would ensure at Jacobs Consortium as a result, and he had met Kathy when he was no more than nineteen. So it had never really been in the cards for him. Still, gazing through the windows at the pool boy, he definitely felt a pang of something. Regret? Lust? He didn't know. All he knew was that the guy looked hot, both literally and figuratively, and he wanted to help him out. Alan fetched a tall glass of lemonade from the fridge and went out through the kitchen door, making his way down the deck steps to the pool.

The guy was so busy with his work, he didn't even see Alan approach. Alan stood at the edge of the pool, looking down into the chlorinated blue water. He cleared his throat. The pool boy looked up, wiping sweat from his brow.

“
Hey there,” Alan said. “You're doing a good job. Though you might like some lemonade.”

“
Thanks,” the pool boy said, taking the glass and downing it in one gulp. Up close, Alan could see this guy was even more ripped than it looked from the kitchen. Working on these pools all day must do a great job of sculpting the body.

“
I'm Alan, by the way,” he said. “You've probably already met my wife.”

“
Ernesto,” said the pool boy, extending his hand. Alan shook it, marveling at his firm grip.

“
Probably another hour or so, then I'll be finished,” Ernesto continued.

“
You're doing a good job,” Alan said again. “Take your time.”

He paused, as if he was about to say more. Ernesto nodded and went back to his work. Alan headed up to the kitchen once again. He thought about what it would be like to run his hands over Ernesto's chiseled body, to press his lips against his. Better not to think about it, he reasoned. Instead, he headed into the living room. The heat had made him sleepy. Without even realizing it, he collapsed onto his expensive couch and settled into a comfy mid-day nap.

2.

He awoke to a loud knocking. Disoriented, he stumbled off the couch and it took him a moment before he got his bearings. Turning left, he spotted Ernesto, the pool boy, banging on the patio doors. Alan comported himself and walked over to let him in.

“
Really sorry to bother you sir,” Ernesto said. “Just wanted to let you know I'm done cleaning the pool. It's spotless.”

“
No apologies necessary,” Alan said, smoothing out his rumpled hair. “Come on in. Let me fix you another glass of lemonade.”

Ernesto considered for a moment, then accepted the offer. He walked into the kitchen, Alan still marveling at his shirtless body. Alan poured him another glass of lemonade, which he downed rapidly.

“
Thanks for working so hard on a hot day like his,” Alan said, still eying his body.

“
It's my job,” Ernesto said. His eyes darted around the sleek, modern kitchen. “You've got a really nice place here.”

“
Thank you.”

“
You know, I'm not blind.”

“
Huh?”

“
I see the way you're looking at me. I want you to know, I think you're kind of cute, too.”

“
What?” Alan took a step back, shocked. Ernesto reached out and touched Alan's arm, and Alan felt a jolt of electricity shoot through his body.

“
It's okay,” Ernesto said. “I know you want to.” Without warning, he leaning forward and kissed Alan on the mouth. Alan could taste his sweat, his sweet lips. He let his mouth linger there for a long moment before pulling away.

“
This is crazy!” Alan protested. “I don't even know you.”

“
Just relax,” Ernesto said. His strong hands found their way to the bulge in Alan's pants, now rapidly groaning. He moaned. “Sit back and let me do my thing.”

Before he knew it, Ernesto was undoing Alan's belt with his mouth. He grasped Alan's zipper with his teeth and slowly pulled down, revealing Alan's boxers. With a practiced motion, Ernesto yanked Alan's hard shaft from his boxers and took it into his mouth.

Alan, still in disbelief, closed his eyes, but the pleasure was indescribable. He couldn't ever remember feeling so hot...or something feeling so right. He looked down at Ernesto's chiseled body, his mouth slowly working on Alan's thick rod, taking it further into his mouth. Alan reached down and put a hand on Ernesto's head, still moaning.

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