Billionaire Daredevil In Love

NADINE.

“Who’s there?” I said. For some reason, my heart pounded. I felt apprehensive. Could it be Clayton coming back to do god-only-knows? I heard the door click. When it opened, I couldn’t believe who was standing in front of me. It was Natasha.

“Hi there,” she said in an airy voice.

“Wha-what are you doing here?”

“What does it look like, baby?” She said, walking into the room. “I’m saying hi, of course.”

She walked closer to me, kissed me on the head and smiled wryly. I could smell the vodka on her breath. I could tell she was drunk, but I kept wondering how she had gotten the keys to the door.

“It’s awfully lonely here, isn’t it?” She said as she walked away.

I did not answer her. She walked towards a corner and picked up a pink object that I had not noticed. She held it up, stuck her tongue out and ran it over the object. She turned to me and smirked.

“I know you know what this is, girl,” she said. She sat on an armchair in the corner, raised her legs up; she was not wearing panties. I wonder where she had been without underwear. But just as I was thinking about it, she stuck the object under her legs and let out a moan.

“Oh, shit,” I thought to myself. “A dildo.”

She brought it out and stuck it back in, repeatedly, moaning as she did, her eyes locked on mine. For some reason, I could not take my eyes away. She increased the pace and her moaning got louder. She tilted her head and I saw her eyes roll backwards.

“Oh, yeah,” she said aloud, so loud that I wondered if there was no one that was around to hear her.

As I watched her, I felt something like desire rise in me. The desire was to be touched, not by Natasha of course, but by someone else. I shook my head as if to shake off the image of what I was seeing.

“You like this, don’t you?” She said to me, “Tell me, baby, don’t you like it?”

I rolled my eyes, faking pretense, but deep inside of me, I wanted the pleasure she was giving herself. I turned and looked towards the door; it was a little ajar. But I knew better than to try to run away again. I didn’t know my way around the house, and even if I escaped I did not know where the house was. It could be in the middle of nowhere, for all I knew. I sighed and relaxed.

Natasha threw the dildo to the side. She was done.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” She said as she adjusted her skirt.

“What the fuck was the meaning of all of that?” I asked her as she turned to leave.

“I came to keep you company,” she said derisively. “You should be grateful.”

“Ohh, fuck off,” I said. She giggled like she was being tickled before she left me alone in the near darkness of the room.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

I went to the corner where she had pulled the dildo out and saw other sex toys. Some I recognized, some I didn’t. There was a vibrator and strap-on dildos and other objects. I picked up the vibrator. I couldn’t fully operate it so I just held it in my hand and examined it. I sat on the armchair Natasha had been on and pressed a button on the vibrator, and it began to buzz. I raised my legs and put the vibrator in between.

Clayton:

I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed. I decided to have a little fun that day to make up for the previous day. Just like clockwork, Trent called me.

“Hey, man,” I said to him. “Sorry about yesterday; I was fucking jaded. You wouldn’t believe it.”

“Ahh, don’t worry about it,” he said cheerfully. “It’s what I get for being the friend of a self-made billionaire.”

I laughed.

“Well, if you say so,” I said.

“Hey, we’re having another party this afternoon,” he said to me. “But this time, it’s at the beach.”

“Fuck yes, I’m interested,” I said to him, already getting hyped up.

“Okay, come quickly,” he said. “you know where to find me. We’re waiting for you, man.”

I called the butler and talked to him.

“Feed that bitch, okay?” I told him. “I don’t want anyone to die of starvation here.”

He nodded like the loyal servant that he was.

I called the driver and we headed for the beach. It was quite far so it took almost two hours, but we eventually got there. I came down from my Lexus to the cheers of everyone around.

“Clayton, my man,” Trent said, as he drew me into a bro hug.

I dapped him on the back.

We settled in and true to his words, there were a lot of hot women around. I scoured the beach, looking at them in their bikinis.

“So, all you gotta do is pick your choice, man,” he said.

I saw a fine lady standing at the mouth of the beach. Her skin was tan and her blonde hair was tied in a ponytail behind her.

“I like that one,” I said to Trent, pointing to the girl.

“Let’s get her then,” he said and left me to talk to the lady.

Nadine:

The butler called to tell me that Naomi had been calling him and wanted to speak to me urgently.

“Naomi, what’s up?” I said, as I feared the worst. Perhaps something had happened to my Anna.

“Nadine, thank God you picked ,” she said, panting, like she had been running.

“What happened, Naomi?” I asked her.

“It’s Anna,” she said.

“Oh, shit,” I said. I felt my heart doing somersaults. “What happened to her?”

She said nothing. I could hear her breathing so I knew the line was still connected.

“Fucking talk to me, Naomi,” I said.

“I left her for a while, Nadine,” she said. “But when I came back, she had passed out.”

I became weak and the phone slipped from my hand.