The Billion Dollar Sitter (5 page)

But Tyson cared. Every little movement driven to please me, bring me such lust, send a wave of delights through my body, his tight chest against my breasts, rocking so delicately. My pussy was so tight around him as well. I watched his steady pace, his own orgasm dictating his speed. It built inside me, especially as he kept a hand masterfully on my clit, tickling it, keeping me in his hand. "Your first time should be something you remember, Marci. If I fail to deliver you to something truly great, I have failed you as your first."

"Uh huh." I couldn't manage much more than that, lost in the marvel of the sensations roaming my core. Every thrust of his built on the last, until a sudden spike powered through me. Again and again he drove into me. His pace began to increase, realizing that I was no longer in any pain, but fully enjoying the sensations he was bringing me. I was now his, his moaning puddle of goo, ready to be fucked as hard he wanted, ready for his seed.

Taking his cue, his arms hooked under my legs, lifting them, pushing them into me, folding me up. Quicker, he began to thrust, his cock sliding deeper into me, his balls slapping against my ass as pounded me.

Closer, he pressed down, my body flexible enough to take whatever he could do to me as he leaned in and embraced me with another kiss, each enjoying the other’s expression as we brought each other such wonderful pleasures, my pussy squeezing him, my efforts to stay steady for him, and his ever so delightful cock inside me.

A loud grunt, determination overtook his demeanor. He was no longer gentle with me - not to say he was reckless - but it became something different, something primal, his movements seeking one clear thing: to breed me, fulfill my wish to carry his child, all while assuring that he would remain the greatest lover I would ever know.

Quicker, stronger, longer, I moaned, every sound escaping my mouth longer than the last. My body was tight against his, my arms around his neck, I was going to lose myself to him, squeezing him, my body wanting nothing more than his cock and to drain it of everything he wanted to give me.

Finally, a frenzy of sexual electricity tore through me in all directions. Head to toe, my body shuddered, and I feared my screams may have woken some of the poor service staff. My eyes were closed, my consciousness consumed wholly by the sensations.

When they eased open, I saw a similar look on Tyson's face. His arms were wrapped around me as well, hugging me closer to him as I felt his cock start to pulse, and the flood of warm cream convulse inside me one blast after another, his entire body against mine, trembling and giving me everything he had, a hot and sweet creamy bond formed between us.

He remained in me for quite some time, keeping me rolled up. I thought maybe he wanted to keep his seed inside me, increase the chances of it taking and giving me his child. But whatever the reason, I enjoyed his embrace, and the sheer fullness as he rested inside me.

It wasn't to be forever, though, as he slid down to my side, panting hard, our legs dangling off the bed together. "As marvelous as I expected, Marci." With strength, he dragged me onto to the top of the bed, and embraced me in his arms, my head on his chest. "You'll be the best investment I've ever made."

Sweet aches, sweet love, sweet juices dribbling out over my thigh and onto the bed. I wanted to fall asleep in his arms, and it was oh so tempting, his chest more comfortable than any pillow I ever had.

But I agreed to do something, so I was going to do it.

"Where are you going?" Tyson asked, as I pushed myself to my feet, my legs weak.

"I was told to stay near Ty, so I have to go back to my room." To my surprise, in a flash, he swept me off my feet. "Whoa, what?"

"I did request you do that, my dear. But I've also decided I want you in my arms as I sleep."

Naked, he carried me through the halls, cradling me warmly in his arms. He cared not if anyone scurried about, and brought me back to the bed he had assigned me. It was smaller, perhaps only a queen, but he didn't seem to care. He lay on top of it, never releasing me. I knew he wouldn't unless absolutely necessary.

Tyson's hand rested on my stomach, and I kindly accepted it, holding it tight.

I still expected to awaken at any moment, back at my ratty old bed, ready to report to the Tender Loving Company the next morning. But if this were a dream, I was going to enjoy it for as long as possible.

If it wasn't? Fate got the world backwards, because last time I checked, reality wasn't supposed to be far more wonderful than fantasy could ever be.

Her Billion Dollar Debut

It was still an utter shock every time I returned from the bathroom. I was used to seeing a room with tattered, dog eared posters with sexy rock stars, teen idols, and all the other hot young things that so often invaded my fantasies. I was used to the splintering furniture that would break if I looked at it the wrong way. I was used to the ratty old bed that was probably twice as old as I was, with the spring that would scratch up my calf if I wasn't careful.

I was still amazed to see what I was surrounded by now, even after a week. Marvel, wonder, and riches. Instead of cheap cheesy posters, I had true works of art - originals, not reproductions. Good ones too, worth tens of thousands of dollars. I had a walk in closet full of the finest clothes imaginable. And as I face-planted onto the bed it was as if I dove into clouds. So soft, I was tempted to fall asleep right there.

Even more amazing, though, was what had happened the morning after my first lusty evening with billionaire Tyson Knight. Oh God. That was more divine than anything else that surrounded me. He had carried me naked, tended to my aching body. A sweet start to the next day, I awoke to the orgasmic feeling of him deep inside me, bucking his hips, as his penetrations gave me such a sweet morning.

His big, firm hands massaged my breasts and held my body close, his warmth greater than any blanket. Then he forced my face toward him and kissed me so deeply. Oh God. Just remembering it got me wet. My hands ached to dive down into my silk panties.

The raw, passionate lust he had as he pounded into me, that worked towards my bliss, and wanted only my happiness. The pounding waves pulsed over my body so quickly, as if he knew how it worked better than I did, and how to make me beg him for even more. I did just that. I moaned for him and took everything he gave me.

He had wasted little time in delivering - his thick, pulsing cock shuddered as he fired load after load of his virile cream inside me. It spurted in reinforcements to the to the seeds he had planted the night before. Sweetly, he held me close. Tyson wanted me to be the mother of his children. But did he seek to make me anything more than that?

A cry from across the hall told me these thoughts were for another time. I reluctantly left my heavenly bed, and rushed across the hall. My nearly six-month-old charge called for attention. I picked him up, caressed his back, and rocked him. It didn't take long for him to calm down, perhaps realizing that I was here  to show him motherly love. The love he didn't receive anymore.

I hated to think about why. Tragic, it clouded so much about my relationship with the man who had hired me as a caretaker for his infant son. That's my job description, anyway. Full time babysitter, to give the child all the attention he needed.

With Ty Jr. calmed after a few 'it's okays', I set him back down, twirled my finger at him a bit, made some baby noises, laughed with him, and gave him his teething keyring. I was usually more involved with the children I cared for,
but my job was
secondary to my thoughts, and what I had left next to the sink.

Ty's needs tended to, I returned to my bedroom - and to my bathroom. On the counter sat perhaps the main reason Tyson Knight had sought me in the first place. A disposable home pregnancy test with ridiculously expensive packaging. I had little reason to believe it was different than what I could grab from any pharmacy. It was preferable to Tyson's other suggestion to track my pregnancy status, though. He wanted a full time gynecologist in house. I had to put my foot down somewhere, and it wasn't going to be constantly through cold steel.

I had been away for five minutes - the test had to be done. I picked it up: Negative. I sighed, only to have my attention snapped away by the hands grabbing my waist. His strength and firmness were
all so
delightfully familiar now. "I see we have bad news, Marci."

"I suppose." I was less crazy about the idea than I was when
I had first given myself to him. I looked into the mirror at the man who embraced me. As he hiked up my dress and slid his fingers under my panty and to my pussy, I was quick to remember why I did. Paralyzing was the only way I could describe him. Tyson Knight was thirty six years old, but he put some of the teen idols I had fawned over to shame. A chin you could break stone on, an expertly groomed beard that tickled my face, my body, my thighs, and everything else as I enjoyed him. He had a strong imposing body, a man who moonlighted at the gym when he wasn't building an empire.

But that wasn't all of it. Someone could have been a hot, sexy Adonis and not captivate like Tyson Knight did. Charisma, presence, whatever one wanted to call it, Tyson had it. From the first moment I had seen him, I'd known I would be powerless to his every command. He just had a way of moving, speaking, that made a woman desire to be his.

"No worries, my young beauty. I highly doubt you mind our continued efforts." With the last word, a thick finger plunged deep into my pussy. Well past where the hymen he had taken from me once rested. The sheer shock of entry forced a gasp from my lips.

"Uh huh," I managed to murmur, another finger entering my slick folds. Slowly, delicately, he was building my fire, and my appetite for him.

"I know you'd like nothing more than for me to bend you over this sink and fuck you raw."

"Uh huh." He had come to love that response. My near incoherence showed that I was lost in him. That my mind, as well as my body, belonged to him at that very moment.

To my great regret, he pulled his fingers out and placed his arm over my shoulder, guiding our faces to the mirror as he caressed my hair. "Unfortunately, I want to conserve your energy. Tonight, I am hosting a ball with the other financial heads of the city. The first gathering I've hosted since the, " he paused, his eyes shooting down, "tragedy."

He held me closer, tighter.

"I have told you that, above all else, the super wealthy care about status and posturing?"

"Yes," I nodded. It was another big reason he spent so much time in the gym, to give an appearance of strength, vitality. I wondered if allowing his lover to enjoy the results was higher or lower on the list of reasons why.

"My biggest rivals shall be attending. To measure me up. If I give the appearance of weakness they will take it as a cue to make a cutthroat move and threaten my business."

"So, you're going to try not to show them your grief?"

"Exactly. You will be at my side, Marci."

A chill went down my spine. Until now, I had assumed that I was Tyson Knight's dirty little secret. Another servant to the outside world. I mean, looking in, no one would have expected anything between us. Maybe that he would take advantage of me, but certainly not believe that I was to be the mother of his children.

"Cruel as it may seem, I cannot appear to be lost in grief, nor that I am becoming a recluse as many do after such events. To have a girl as beautiful - as fertile - as you at my side, would be everything I need to prove that Knight Enterprises will continue to deliver to its shareholders."

"I, no, you can't, I can't, um," I said, looking at myself. I loved my new clothes, but under them was still the same awkward, skinny girl who got her hair done for about ten bucks. I didn't expect to ever get a facial that wasn't of the sexy variety. I wasn't billionaire ball material under any circumstances. "Me? At a ball? No, I can't. No, just no."

"
I can arrange quite the day for you
, Marci, if you desire. I'm fine with you as you are, young and naturally beautiful. Perhaps with all the pampering and preening I can offer you, you'd advance to simply otherworldly. The house maids and staff can tend to Ty today.  You, I want to enjoy everything. When I see you tonight, I want to have to fight the desire to take you at that very second."

I nodded my head at him. Wouldn't making me all sweaty and tearing my clothes off undo all the work he had paid to be done?

"I will have you later, my young beauty. You will scream louder for me than you ever imagined possible." His arms left me, his back turning, leaving me staring into my own eyes. Eyes heavy with fear that I wouldn't live up to his needs. Eyes heavy with worry about the nature of our relationship.

***

Margaret Knight wasn't just the quiet wife of a massively successful billionaire business mogul. She was something of a entrepreneur herself. I had gotten used to the countless pictures of her adorning the walls. Of her shaking hands and closing deals, of her with Tyson behind her, of them embracing.

I picked up a picture frame in a hallway. In minutes, I was to be run through the gauntlet of billionaire pampering, but until then I quietly passed the time roaming the hallways. When I had first found these pictures I went to the internet and learned so much about her.