The Good Mistress: A BWWM Billionaire Romance (15 page)

Chapter 23

Blake

BLAKE AND DIANE
use to fuck so hard, so loud, so boisterously. Diane lay on the bed next to him, but it wasn’t that cosmetically plumped pussy that got his dick hard. His tool had stood at attention with all those dirty words flying out of her mouth.

“Can you still put it down, Blake.” Her fleshy lips sneered. “Can you still fuck me like a real man?”

He rubbed his face. Though he cared so much about Mila, his wife had just challenged him.

“Oh yeah, like a real man.” The
ching
of his leather belt being unbuckled proved this was real; that he indeed was consenting to fucking his wife. His tailored pants dropped. Diane’s metallic gaze fell onto his boxer briefs. She licked her lips while his hand disappeared beneath the cotton fabric.

“You want this cock, Diane?”

Her shiny crimson fingertips toyed with her clit. “I’m so fucking wet right now, Blake. I’m fucking myself… you use to hate when I pleased myself, greedy bastard.”

He licked his lips. “Yeah, I’m fucking greedy, Diane.”

Diane’s mouth went slack as she plunged a few fingers into her swollen center. An orgasm rose, making that fuck face of hers even more gorgeous.
She’s not real.
Blake told himself.
I’m fucking around on Mila, the woman who belongs to me.

Diane’s slender, glossy fingers came up to her lips. A pink tongue dipped out and licked the liquid sugar. “You want to taste it? I’m so fucking wet for you, Blake…”

He bit his lip. “No, I don’t wanna fucking taste it, Diane.”

She simpered, that frosted face of hers percolated with jealousy. “Guess I better find solace in the fact that you’ll soon treat your mistress in the same manner that you’ve treated me. But tell me, Blake, do you eat your mistress’s pussy like you once ate mine?”

“Now do I have to answer that?” Blake pulled out his throbbing cock. “C’mon Di’, ass up.”

A hard glare sent daggers his way before Diane complied. Her backside wasn’t too fat, but then again Blake hadn’t been an ass man before he met Mila. And furthermore, Diane hadn’t had an ass at all when they first met, no matter the fact that she actually worked out to stay fit.

He palmed the soft flesh. Before she could brace herself, his erection pushed into her asshole. Damn, he couldn’t even retreat into the areas of cognition that were solely for Mila. So he pumped in and out, to Diane’s moans. Giving it to her harder and harder. Raw, no emotion. Blake gripped her ass cheeks, watching the small of Diane’s back as she came all over his balls. But he refused to spill his seed…

~~~

Later that evening, for Diane’s sake, they lay in bed, watching
Eyes Wide Shut
. The movie held a certain level of nostalgia, being that it was the first movie the two had seen in a theater together.

Diane’s ivory tone glowed as she held the bowl of organic popcorn within her thighs. Blake took a deep breath, reached over and grabbed a handful for himself.

His cell phone buzzed in the side table. A quick glance showed Mila’s gorgeous face popping up on the screen.

Mila:
U busy?

A deep grumble radiated from Diane’s fragile body as he reached over to grab it.

“Blake, please don’t ruin our evening together,” Diane implored, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Blake
: I can be there in less than an hour
. The ride from Bel-Air to Laguna Niguel took 70 minutes without traffic.

“Blake,” Diane’s grainy voice wove into his moment as he waited for Mila’s response. “After that guy’s funeral, you said we’d start working on us. How can you do so while running after—”

PING
.

Mila:
That’s okay. I just wanted to talk to you… Call if you can.

His senses piqued. The demure Mila continually requested less than her worth. He arose from the bed as Diane’s subtle petitions became more demanding.

“Fuck you, Blake! I know for a fact that you ignore
my
calls! You never want to talk to
me
!” Diane got to her knees, and tried to grasp his arm as he walked past toward the master suite exit. She sailing forward when Blake didn’t stop.

“Calm down, Diane or I might
not
return.” Blake closed the door to her silent guilt-laden sobs. She’d brought this on herself, no amount of marriage counseling was going to make him put her first again. Either Diane would consent to a divorce or this is where they stood, stuck in limbo.

He retreated toward one of the guest bedrooms and grabbed a pair of Nike’s and a leather jacket. As he ambled down the marble steps, he called Mila. “I’ll be there soon, babe.”

“Blake, please don’t come.”

He grabbed the keys to the Range Rover, saying, “Fuck that, you sound—”

“Regardless of what you say, Blake, I don't know the dynamics of your marriage. I respect the fact that I probably shouldn't, Blake.” Mila’s raw emotional tone stopped Blake in his tracks.

Had she found out what happened to Warren, or worse yet, Lola?

He stood at the entrance of the show room, lights brightly displaying his favorite goodies, fast cars, SUVs, Humvees. He considered the Ducati, and riding dangerously. He craved Mila’s soft rounded ass and settling some of her nerves.

No, Mila was moved by other emotions. Blake stayed quiet to allow her to rid herself of his presence. “Clarissa and Todd stopped by this evening, I gave them your Maserati.”

He chose not to correct her. The pink slip to the new car had her name on it.

“Todd will bring it to work tomorrow morning. Blake... Are you listening?” 

“Yes, gorgeous. I didn't want to cut in, you seemed… determined.” 

“Determined,” she sighed the words. He could only imagine that pearly white row of top teeth was doing
his
job delighting in the succulence of her glorious mouth, via grating her bottom lip. Then Mila’s stern, business voice returned, and he almost smiled, remembering her first attempt to boss him around:
No tying me up or down. No spankings. No gags, no debasing…

“
Yes. You’re right, Blake. You could say I'm determined. Mr. Baldwin, you made me fall...”

There it was again. That expectancy. She knew that he
knew
she wanted him to fight. He had yet to begin. Of course, Mila was worth the wrangle, but Blake always operated in a manner that allowed women to "go with what they know" or at the very least what they
thought
they knew. Once Mila saw the error of her ways, she'd be back in his corner. 

Blake allowed her to hang up the phone on that note.
Shit.
He jangled the key ring in his hand.

With a hand over his face, Blake considered. This very woman may have been the only one to deny him once, twice, but he wasn't going to let Mila away three times. She’d called him a dirty asshole to start. Maybe that was the addiction? Mila was the only person on the universe who hadn’t given into his current status.

He'd courted her slowly. Now, regardless of the danger of formulating a relationship with Mila Ali, he'd take her the way she was meant to be taken. As his. He just needed to wait for the perfect time.

~~~

It had been seven days since Blake received the Maserati car full of everything he'd bought Mila while they vacationed in the Bahamas and Japan. Todd had handed over the keys, mumbling that the hacker hadn’t tried his/her luck lately.

In a slate gray suit, Blake readjusted his BB diamond encrusted cuff links while his Lamborghini crept through the towering wrought iron gates of the Hyper House, a grungy old factory sitting on the top of the hill in West Covina. There were lines and lines of luxury sports cars pulling up to the red carpet. The factory had views of downtown Los Angeles sparkling in the dark of night.

Cameras flashed as the world’s most gorgeous people stalked toward the entrance. He sighed. Flashing lights and limelight in general weren’t Blake Baldwin’s idea of a good time.

Inside the airy building, white thick drapes surrounded the cement walls, flowing down at least a hundred feet or more. Servants held silver trays of endless champagne or French creations. Along the center of the entire factory supermodels strutted down a suspended platform.

Blake noticed Lido Ali first, as her velvety, dark brown giraffe legs took the runway by storm. With each strut, the material about her thighs moved around, allowing a perfect peek-a-boo of her nether regions covered by some sort of barely there shimmery material. This was the sort of crap Blake would buy for Mila to tempt other men and then later on tear to shreds.

He licked his lips.

Then through the crowd, Blake found Mila. Her eyes were on his, tossing burning chocolate daggers—
shit
, he thought,
she thinks I’m staring at her sister
. She sat in the front row, with a metrosexual male and a female in suits as anchor. A thick thigh crossed over her other leg, and the shoes, the ones he’d purchased at Elle’s boutique in Paris to complement the lingerie for their first encounter. Cock sucking crimson full lips were barely parted, displaying ultra-white teeth.

“Fuck me.” Blake readjusted a blatantly large erection while he made his way over. His eyes locked onto Mila, compelling her not to look away, even as he passed crowds of people or said a quick
hello
to a few people attempting to block his path.

About fifteen yards away, the connection broke. Mila’s glare swept across the other side of the large space. She rose, provocative ass teasing him while she moved in the opposite direction. Fuck that. At average female height and even in those heels, she could try him. But the panther was going to pounce very soon.

He almost collided with a server. “My apologies Mr. Baldwin.” The servant’s eyes widened in shock and before the girl could continue to apologize, Blake moved past her too. What on earth made Miss Ali believe she was capable of getting away from him?

Blake gripped her tensed bicep from behind.

“Enjoying the view?” Mila asked over her shoulder, scurrying away. He hooked arms with her.

“Yes, I am relishing the view.” Blake’s intense gaze slithered up and down her body, noting the rapid breathing at the pulse of her neck. With his arm still looped in her own, Blake whispered, “Are we being childish this evening, Mila?”

“Oh, funny.  Stop wasting your time with me, go drool on
my
sister, asshole.”

His bicep flexed, the effect tightening around her arm. “
Asshole?
Yeah, Mila, so we’re back to our old tricks. I already had it in my mind to take you over my knee, and beat that heavenly ass before fucking you until you passed out.”

“That sounds… psychotic.”

Blake stopped in front of Mila, and let her go. “Then continue to tempt me, Mila. Either way, we’re in for a helluva night.”

The sex in his eyes had her all but shuffling over two left feet to get away. Cat and mouse became lion and gazelle, as Blake’s fingers glided through Mila’s before she could get away.

“Oh, Mr…” he decided to fuck with her and include an audience.

“Mr. McDougell,” the man dressed in a tuxedo, with a blond, thinning comb over smiled at them.

“Yes, Mr. McDougell.” Blake snapped a finger, keeping his hostage secure. “We met at the—”

“The Winestein Gala!” Mr. McDougell seemed to be eating every word in excitement. “Well, it’s an honor to be remembered by someone of your stature.”

“Nonsense, yours as well, Mr. McDougell, I’m afraid I’ve been sort of slow as of late.”

“Humph
afraid?
Admitting incompetence? Let’s just call that an apology,” Mila said under her breath.

Well, she’d just set herself up then. “It has to do with these vitamins, Mr. McDougell you see I get these vitamins imported from Africa.”

Mila’s mouth dropped.

“Very good stash.” Blake winked at the man.

“I’m sure they most certainly are.” The old man’s busy eyebrows rose, he placed his hands in his pants. It was evident what he also assumed these vitamins could do. “Say, where can I get these vitamins?”

Blake gave a half smile. “Unfortunately the darn things are very
exclusive.
”

“Yeah, I can just about tell. Exclusivity in the world of affluence,” Mr. McDougell gives a pursed lip smile. “Every time I encounter the top two-percent there’s always a pep in y’alls step as if you have the stream of life at your feet.”

“I’m a one-percenter,” Blake corrected. “The stream of life, it’s the sweetest, intoxicating taste.”

After they finished chatting, Mila scoffed. “Well that was very assholish.”

“As I’ve just explained to Mr… uh…”

“You’ve already forgotten his name.” Mila shook her head.

“Fuck his name.” Blake stepped in her path. “I’ve missed my daily source of vitamins, Mila.”