The Billionaire's Son 7 : Equinox (A BDSM Erotic Romance) (Billionaire Erotica) (4 page)

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So far, The Equinox party was a big disappointment to Derek. It was as tame as an elegant wedding, except worse, there were only men present
at the moment
. The manicured side lawn was filled with giant and very elaborate tents. Most of the tents contained copious amounts of food and alcohol, and drugs were present everywhere too. Derek had learned the hard way to stay out of the smaller tents, which were currently occupied by drunken men fucking each other.

There would be no opportunity to find Elise as long as the men and women were separated. He hoped Julia was having better luck.
He amused himself for over two hours, casually grazing at the food and trying to keep a look out for Jackson, Ethan or anyone else he might know. He thought he was fairly certain that he recognized one celebrity in one of the small tents as his mask was quite skewed during his arduous activities.

Finally, after Derek had imbibed a few drinks out of sheer boredom, the crowd seemed to be exiting toward the back of the grounds. The sun was already dropping from the sky, leaving dark shadows everywhere. Derek followed the crowd through the arched arbor and emerged in back of the enormous estate.

What he saw took his breath away. Acres and acres of the pristine back lawn w
ere
lit up as bright as day with huge spotlights.
Huge architectural columns were the backdr
op for an elaborate
stage. Rows of stadium like seating were embedded in the gently sloping hill. A post and lintel structure sat squarely on the stage making the whole thing look like an ancient Greek amphitheater. Torches blazing with fire surrounded the entire
back lawn
.

The only thing that looked out of place was the gigantic jumbo
-
tron screen mounted on two columns located on the far right of the entire circular theatre. Derek followed the rowdy men and found a seat several rows back from the front.
It probably took over 30 minutes for everyone who could still walk to be seated. Finally, the theatre went dark, leaving only the burning torches to illuminate the night.

The crowd cheered as a blinding spotlight switched on in the center of the magnificent stage, shining directly on a tiny masked woman dressed in a white skimpy costume. While dramatic music blared from the carefully hidden speakers, the woman methodically stripped off her costume.

As more clothes fell to the floor, the crowd became more rowdy. Derek, probably the most sober man at the party, thought the perfo
rmance looked rather mechanical, but no one else seemed to mind.
Over the next hour, s
everal more women graced the stage, some visibly nervous and some scandalously lewd. It didn't seem to matter; the crowd reacted positively to each.

Derek fought a yawn. He had seen more provocative strippers at his sleazy local club than here tonight. His cock briefly stirred to life only once; when an extremely agile young woman ripped off her skimpy top, revealing huge bouncing tits. Derek glanced around the crowd as it went wild for the woman fondling her breasts. Disgusted, Derek noted many men furi
ously beating off to the sight.

Finally, the moment he had been dreading and yet oddly anticipating came. The spotlight lit up the next girl, Julia. Despite her elaborate mask and costume, Derek could spot her a mile away. His breath caught as Julia started s
waying sensuously to the music.

Slowly, to the crowds delight, she began peeling off the layers of her skimpy costume. Derek waited in torture as she slowly rolled her thigh high stockings down her long legs and kicked them to the side.
Next came her elbow length gloves. Derek felt his heart racing as piece by piece
,
her flimsy costume dwindled. She had a c
ommanding presence on the stage that left him aching to claim her.

Derek couldn't peel his eyes away as she removed the last bits of her clothing. He barely noticed the cheers and
whistle
s from the audience. He had a rock hard boner and wanted nothing more
at the moment
than to plow his co
ck into her over and over.

When Julia, wearing nothing but her mask, spread her legs wide and then dipped her finger between her legs, touching herself, Derek groaned in agony. The crowd
was cheering
wildly
, but when
the spotlight went off
the revelry turned to
hisses
and c
atcall
s.
The crowd wanted more.
Derek ignored the raucous crowd and rushed toward the left of the stage. He had seen some of the other girls led that way after their performances.

He hurried forward as another girl took center stage. The crowd was already anticipating the next act. Derek stepped over a barrier and headed adjacent to the stage
down a pathway
. He caught a glimpse of Julia being led away in the darkness.

A hand reached out of nowhere to block his progress. "Hold on. You'll get your turn to see the girl. Looks like you
'
r
e
first in line for her. There's three more strippers to go still, so you'll have to wait." The sheer size of the man persuaded Derek to wait.

***

The stage went dark. The screaming and yelling from the crowd rang in my ears. My adrenaline was pumping so hard that my body began to shake. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my arm, guiding me off the stage.

I couldn't believe what I had just done. As I stripped off each piece of clothing, my confidence grew. I felt sexy and empowered and more than a little turned on as each part of the costume dropped to the floor.
Although I couldn't see Derek, I could feel his eyes focused on me. I hadn't planned on touching myself, but as I stood in front of the enthusiastically cheering crowd with my pussy
begg
ing
for pleasure, I imagined Derek taking me right then.
I
saw
myself on the extremely large video screen
looking wanton and sexy.
That's when my fingers slid between m
y legs to stroke my aching sex.

The handler led me to the side of the stage and down the stairs.
My legs felt rubbery as w
e walked along
the
paved pathway.

He turned slightly toward me as the sound of music resumed. A new girl was dancing. "Are you ready for the box? Do you want the fuck box or the touch box?"

I swallowed. "Definitely the touch box."

The rubber-suited man grunted his disapproval. "I'll be standing guard. If anyone gets rough with you, they'll answer to me. Three more girls to go and then you're on."

We approached the strange looking apparatus. It appeared to be an acrylic box, completely see-through. The handler helped me in and positioned me. I could barely move in the tight confines. I made sure my mask was secure before the handler closed the box and sealed me inside.

The strange, seated position forced my legs to spread wide as I straddled a
molded
lump in the box. I could feel the cold night air brushing against my pussy as it was lined up with a hole in the box. My breasts were forced to press against the front of the cool plastic. I shivered as I wondered what I looked like in this insane display box.

I heard, but couldn't see, the last three performances. When they ended, I could see the lighting in the arena
section
turn on. Still, I was bathed in darkness. I was beginning to wonder if I was forgotten, when
the rubber-suited man approached the box again.

"You're going to thank me for this."

I jumped as a cold slippery object invaded my pussy. Trapped in the tight confines, I could not avoid it.
A moment of panic ticked by until I realized the handler was
liberally applying lubricant
to me
through the hole in the box.
It was as clinical as a doctor's exam and yet I shivered with excitement as I felt the gloved finger work its way deep inside me. I groaned out loud as another finger poked at my back entrance. It slipped in easily
,
as the lube coated me generously.

The rubber suited man spoke through the only hole visible in his entire costume
. His voice was slightly muffled but still discernable
, "They call this hold the bowling ball. It's popular here. Just relax and enjoy, baby."

An intensity of sensation
grew
rapidly
as the gloved fingers slid around inside me, filling both holes at once.
A few more moments and I would have exploded all over those fingers. Instead, he withdrew his fingers, leaving me oddly bereft and yearning for more.

He stepped away just before a spotlight blinded me
. I could hear the
distorted
sound of the crowd cheering
once
again.

As my eyes adjusted to the light, I could finally see past the plastic walls
again
. Men had lined up in front of me. I studied the crowd, nerves and anticipation kicking in, when the first man approached the box.

It was Derek! My heart beat uncontrollably. Derek lifted his mask so that I could see his face. He was smiling
playful
ly. "I wish you could see yourself right now, Princess."

Relief flooded through me
.
He wasn't angry.
"Do I look ridiculous?"

Derek chuckled. "Hardly."

My pussy grew moist with desire. "Derek, I've been wanting you for hours. I can't think of anything but you touching me."

Derek shook his head. "I'm not going to poke you through a hole, Princess - it's not my style. But fair warning, when we're through here, you won't be able to stop me."

Disappointment coursed through me. "Are you going to stay and watch?"

Derek laughed, "
I think
I'll skip that torture. Besides, I have to look for Elise. I've finally seen some women wandering around the grounds."

I remembered m
y encounter with Elise
. "I can't believe that I almost forgot, Derek. I saw Elise. I spoke to her! She was angry - she said you better back off or she would get the senator or something to stop you."

Derek suddenly looked somber. "So, she is here. I have to find her."

A man in line suddenly shouted, "Quit holding up the line. Fuck her and move on!"

Time was running out. "Derek, I saw her mask. It was really elaborate. Red beading with a yellow outline around the eyes. Black feathers poked out from the corners of the eyes. You
ca
n't miss it.
And, s
he goes by Sasha here.
"

A
masked
man approached Derek. "Your time's up buddy."

Derek nodded to the man. "Okay." He
wink
ed
at
me and said, "Have fun, Katia."
He turned and m
oments later he was gone.

My heart dropped. I didn't want to be stuck in this box getting pawed by strange
men. I wanted to be with Derek.

I didn't have much time to think about it, because the first man was already poking at me. He had very crude technique, but my pussy was already sensitized from the handler's earlier ministrations, so it felt mildly erotic. He stalked off when he had his fill of groping.

The second masked man was stroking his cock as he approached. When he noticed the small
box
holes, he muttered some choice curses. To my relief, he left without even touching me
, presumably to find one of the 'fuck boxes' the girls spoke about earlier
.

One by one, men approached. Some just looked, but most inserted their fingers into me. My frustration was growing. Being exposed in such a sexual position was stimulating, but the rough jabbing
was not sensual
in the least
.

I watched as the next man masturbated as he slid his finger slowly in and out of my pussy. His repeated motions finally sparked a
n answering tingle in my pussy.

He moaned as he worked. "I watched you up on stage. I want you. Not in this box. Meet me later. At midnight. By the fountain." My heart started racing. His voice was familiar. I had heard it before, but I couldn't place it. My mind groped for an answer. It wasn't Ethan and it wasn't Jackson.
Who was he?

Nerves assaulted my stomach, even as I felt a climax building. Less than a minute later,
t
he
man
was spilling his seed on the ground.
He implored me to meet him before he rushed off.

The next two men left me straining for release. I was on the verge of orgasm, but no touch could give me what I so desperately wanted.

I was shocked when the next man lifted his mask and revealed that he was Ethan.

"Hello, Katia. I trust you are enjoying yourself? You
look
ravishing tonight."

A moment of fear assailed me before Ethan continued, "It's a pity that Alex won't let you play some more. We could have some good fun together.
"

I remained silent as I felt Ethan's finger swirling around my tight pucker.

"I'm sorry to have to disappoint you, but I must abide by Alex's wishes. I have not seen him tonight. Send him my regards." Ethan nodded and turned away.

A pent up breath escaped my lips when he was finally gone.
I surveyed the dwindling line as I barely noticed the next man rubbing the tip of his cock up against my pussy through the hole. He left rather drunkenly when his cock wouldn't fit in any further.

It was two men later when my blood ran cold with shock. I would recognize that voice anywhere. "Ahh… I always love to meet the new girls. Even the shy ones."

The voice was as deep and rich as Derek's, only his was slightly raspier. It was Derek's father, Jackson. I stared at his
masked face in horror.

I felt his finger slide into my pussy. Instead of crude prodding, his finger worked slowly around my inside. As it slipped in and out of me, I felt my swollen clitoris being methodically stroked. Jolts of pleasure
sliced
through me.

When another finger started to explore my tightest hole, a shiver ran through me. My body was betraying me. I fought the growing sensations as they began to build. When
his
finger slid effortlessly into my back end, I moaned in agony. My mind rebelled against the delicious
ecstasy
to no avail.

Hot sticky juices flooded my channel as the fingers intimately stroked and caressed my most private parts. I could not hold back. At any moment I would explod
e with a pent up ferocity.

I almost imagined it was Derek speaking to me when he said, "I want to taste you." His finger left my pussy but was replaced quickly by his tongue. While his finger sensually pumped into my ass, his tongue thrust into my center and flicked at my throbbing clitoris. Wave after wave of pleasure assaulted me.
My orgasm was as powerful as it was frenzied. Jackson lapped up the creamy juices as my muscles shuddered their release.

I lay, forced against the plastic walls, panting for breath. Jackson didn't speak a word or even look at me when he was done. He straightened his cape and then left. Shame and
misery
warred within me. After all I had been through, I had not had an orgasm all night. Then, when
Derek's father
fingers me, I experience a shattering
climax
.
Oh my God.
What w
ou
l
d
Derek think?