The White Billionaire: The Complete Collection (Books 1-4) Page 10

  “What’s on your mind?” he asked.

  “I was just thinking about how you’re my dream come true. You’re a dream that I didn’t even know I had. I just feel very fortunate to be here with you right now.”

  He grabbed a towel and began to lather my body.

  “I can’t focus when you touch me,” I moaned.

  “You have to work on it because if you stop talking to me then I’ll stop what I’m doing,” he said against my ear.

  “Now that doesn’t seem fair at all,” I said as I wiggled my backside against his hardening erection.

  “Who is playing dirty now?” he chuckled.

  “There’s so much that I want to see in Paris but I don’t want to leave this suite. I love knowing that we’re beyond the reach of our world. I have you all to myself.”

  “We’ll see a few things while we’re here but we won’t rush it. We will come back again soon if you like.”

  “That’s something that we’ll have to do,” I admitted. “We are going to spend a lot of quality time in this hotel.”

  “You have no idea,” he whispered against my ear again, “I packed some fun things for us.”

  My heart began to race again because I knew what kind of “fun things” he was speaking about. We had a lot of fun together and it was clear who the dominant in our relationship was. However, we haven’t had a lot of opportunities to play as much as he or I would like recently. The bottom line is that we both are busy and tired by the time we get home. We still have our dynamic but we want to get off and go to bed. There’s nothing wrong with this and I’m just happy that we have sex as often as we do.

  “I can’t wait to see what you have in store for me.”

  We finished up our bath, stepped into the shower for a few minutes and went to the bedroom. We drifted off to sleep within minutes. I wasn’t the only one tired from the plane ride. I was awakened to find one of my wrists being handcuffed to the bed post. I tried to move my other arm but it was already cuffed. My eyes shot open and I saw Kyle was standing above me with a blind fold. He tied it sharply around my eyes.

  “Good afternoon sleepy head. I figured that I would take advantage of your vulnerable position while I had the chance.”

  “Wow, really?”

  “Yes really,” he said mocking me again. That seemed to be a favorite pastime of his.

  “You enjoy making fun of me,” I said with a frown.

  “Not at all baby, I just really love the way that you talk. It has a touch of a southern accent. I hardly get to hear it in the office but I love when you let your guard down and it comes out.”

  “Most of my family is from the south. So the accent has been passed down from my grandmother. Are we really having this conversation while I’m handcuffed and blind folded? What are we about to do?”

  “I see that someone needs to learn patience. When I handcuff you or tie you up, it’s because that’s what I want to see. I may want to use you, and I may just want to see you spread out and vulnerable.”

  “Aww come on,” I whined, “There is so much for us to see. What time is it?”

  “It’s only 2 o’clock and you know that Paris lights up at night and so we’ll see plenty tonight, and then go shopping tomorrow.”

  “Shopping?” My ears perked up.

  “I knew that would make you feel better,” he said as he took one of my nipples into his mouth.”

  I gasped as he teased my nipple. He ran his tongue all over it and then pulled it between his teeth. He gave me a slight pinch before soothing it with his tongue again. My body was walking the line of pleasure and pain. His hands worked their way down my body, and rested between my legs. He cupped my center and slowly massaged there.

  “See you’re feeling better already,” he said in a hushed tone.

  I wanted to touch him. I wanted to caress his face as I kissed him. I hated not being able to touch him but I also loved that he could have his way with me. I never worried about what he was going to do me, not in a scared for my life kind of way. Some of the things that he does can be painful but he never takes it too far. He knows my threshold and he’s only crossed it once. He felt like complete crap after and it took me 3 days to convince him to play with me again. He made an honest mistake, but all he kept saying was that it’s his job to make sure mistakes don’t happen.

  The greatest torture for me is having to wait and he knows that. I’m an impatient person and I want it all and I want it quickly. I squirmed against his hand, trying to press my clit against his palm for greater friction.

  “Be still Camille,” he said in a firm voice.

  Being still is easier said than done. I wonder how he would feel if I told him to be still while I was sucking his cock. He would realize that it’s not so easy. Now that’s an intriguing idea. I wondered if he would ever let me tie him up. He doesn’t seem like the kind of man that would, but it won’t hurt to ask at a later date.

  I felt him climb onto the bed and place himself between my legs.

  “Your skin is so fucking beautiful; I don’t think that I can ever get enough of touching it and looking at it. I suggest that you grab onto your cuffs because this is going to be a bumpy ride.”

  I bit my bottom lip and prepared to be impaled by his rod. He could be so gentle one moment and then a beast the next. I enjoyed not knowing what was coming next. He grabbed my legs and put them on his shoulders and lifted my hips from the bed. I felt his massive cockhead placed at the damp entrance of my pussy. He pushed inside of me in one swift motion. I gasped at how full he felt; with one stroke he ignited a fire within my entire body.

  My entire body went rigid as he took long and hard strokes inside of me. He pulled out all the way to tip and pushed deep inside of my tunnel, giving me every unrelenting inch. My head thrashed back and forth as his cock coaxed moans from lips.

  “Kyle pleasseeee faster.”

  He withdrew from me and I laid there in anticipation for what was going to come next. Seconds felt like minutes.

  “Kyle?”

  “Lick your lips for me,” he demanded.

  I slowly slid my tongue across my bottom lip and repeated the process with the top one. I made sure that I did it teasingly and then I slightly bit my bottom lip just the way that he liked.

  He groaned, “You’re trying to drive me insane. I have to get inside of your mouth.”

  He straddled my face and rubbed his cock against my lips. I loved to feel him inside of my mouth but I was disappointed and horny. My cunt was begging him to finish what he started but he’d already made up his mind and I knew that I couldn’t change it. If I did, I would have to pay for it later. He would probably deny me orgasms for a week and there was no way in hell that I wanted that to happen.

  I opened my mouth and sucked him deep inside. He pumped in and out in unsynchronized movements. He grabbed my head and took control, and he had no mercy on my mouth. I gagged and he continued to chase his own orgasm. He plunged inside of my mouth one more time and then erupted. I loved it!

  I went to the bathroom to freshen up after he removed my handcuffs and blindfold. He stood at the entrance watching my every move.

  “Is there something that I can help you with Mr. Kane?”

  “I think that you’ve already helped me just fine,” he laughed. “But what I find interesting is that you’re sexually frustrated and you haven’t said a thing.”

  “Would it have made a difference?” I asked with more attitude than I intended.

  “Probably not,” he admitted, “I want you to be on edge tonight for a reason.”

  I walked back into the room and there was a pair of black lace panties on the bed with a device inside of them. I walked closer and they began to buzz. I jumped slightly and I heard Kyle laugh and show me the remote control in his hand.

  “Today you’ll be wearing this as we go out on the town, I hope you don’t mind,” he grinned.

  My pussy jumped when I saw the sinful look on his face. He planned on havi
ng way too much fun tonight and it was going to be at my expense.

  “I’m a little nervous because you can be downright evil. I wouldn’t put it past you to make me orgasm during dinner.”

  “Then you know me very well,” he said as he slapped my ass.

  I inserted the stimulator inside of my aroused hole. I gritted my teeth as he turned it on to the lowest setting.

  “Bend over,” he commanded.

  I stared at him in disbelief because he was being such a tease.

  “Bend over; I shouldn’t have to say it again.”

  I loved him being dominant but it sure could get on my damned nerves sometimes. I wanted to cum so badly and he was playing around. It all felt very unfair.

  “Fine,” I said as I bent over and placed my hands on the bed.

  He walked to one of his bags and pulled out some lubrication and his favorite anal plug for me. It had a pink jewel on the end. He was determined to drive me absolutely insane.

  I almost pushed out the toy that was inside of me and it was on purpose.

  “Hold it in there, or you won’t like what happens if it hits the ground,” he said as he pushed it in deeper.

  It was keeping me on edge. My entire body felt warm and it stroked the flames of my arousal. However, it wasn’t strong enough to make me cum. He lubricated my ass hole and slowly pushed the plug inside. I groaned as it made me clench onto the toy inside of my pussy tighter. He kissed each of my cheeks and helped me into the black lace panties.

  Today was going to be a very long day.

  ***

  Paris is such a beautiful place and I can see why it’s the city of love. I had been wined and dined all day. I was almost too full from pastries to enjoy dinner. We took strolls through beautiful gardens and had a leisurely day. Nothing felt rushed and it’s hard to adjust for a person who is used to walking fast everywhere that they go.

  Kyle kept grabbing me by the waist and asking, ‘What time do you have to be there?”

  But after a few hours I learned how to be present in the moment and to take everything in. What good is a vacation if you’re rushing through it to see the next landmark? According to him, we would be back and so I didn’t have to rush. That also could have partially been due to the constant buzzing that was happening inside of me. He hadn’t played around with the settings at all. We made one stop to the rest room and he switched out the batteries. My pussy was soaking my panties.

  The highlight of the night had finally arrived. We were on the lift of the Eiffel Tower, and I was beyond excited. One thing that no one tells you about is how crowded it is. In hindsight I should have expected it because of how huge of a landmark it is. As we got to the top the vibe inside of me started to pulsate faster. My eyes almost rolled into the back of my head and I looked at Kyle with a panicked expression and he responded with a grin.

  I wanted to implode but it still wasn’t enough to cause me to get there. I was on the verge of tears because I was so sexually frustrated. He escorted me out onto the tower once we reached the top. The view mixed with my frustration made me well up with tears. He grabbed my hand and led me to the railing. The view was spectacular and I was happy that he made me wait until the sun went down to go.

  Tears streamed down my face as I grinded uselessly against the seat of my jeans.

  “Please,” I said as I pressed back against his body.

  I felt completely surrounded by him as he stood behind me. His arms were around my waist and his chin rested on my shoulder.

  “What do you want,” he whispered into my ear.

  “I want to cum,” I said in a low voice, hoping that he could hear me.

  His hand went to his pocket and the vibrating went on super power. It was sending waves of pleasure throughout my entire body. I tried to turn around to face him so that I could hide my pleasure as I stood against his chest, but his hands kept me firmly in place.

  “No, I want you to keep your eyes open, look out on this beautiful city, and cum for me,” he said huskily.

  His words sent me over the edge. I tried to comply with his wishes and keep my eyes open. My hips moved back and forth, against the seat of my panties, causing the toy to press against my g-spot. My body was overtaken with pleasure as I exploded with the pleasure that I’d been denied for hours upon hours. The buzzing finally stopped and an intense calm settled over my body. I leaned my head back against his chest as I looked up at the city of lights.

  “You feel better?” he asked.

  “So much better,” I responded.

  He turned me around and looked into my eyes with an intensity that I’ve never seen before. His lips met mine and I kissed him hungrily. I slowed down once I felt the fire inside of me begin to rekindle.

  “Dinner and then back to the hotel,” he said as his erection pressed into my belly.

  We headed to straight to dinner afterwards and it was delicious. Everything is so cramped here and it forces you to be close to the person you’re with. I was happily seated next to Kyle at a restaurant and we were surrounded by others but only we mattered. We couldn’t keep our hands off of each other and I’m sure that it may have sickened those that didn’t enjoy seeing PDA. He kept kissing me and touching me. I was in pure heaven.

  Our waiter came and brought us the check as Kyle kissed my cheek. The server gave us a condescending look and I couldn’t figure out why. Kyle removed his arm from around my waist once the waiter walked away. I was baffled and hurt. Why would he stop just because someone didn’t like what they saw? He and I were keeping it PG-13 and there was no reason for the waiter to give us such a dirty look.

  In that moment I became aware of my skin color. That had to be the reason behind the look. There were other couples here as well and I doubted if they were on the receiving end of the waiter’s scrutiny. Why would Kyle respond to such a thing? Was he ashamed of our relationship? Am I going to be his secret forever?

  “Let go babe,” he said after he paid for our meal.

  I tried to not read into the situation too much so that I could enjoy the rest of our trip but it did play on my mind somewhat.

  #Chapter4

  “What did I do to deserve that look?” Kyle

  This weekend has gone by like a whirlwind. We’re already back on the plane and prepared to head home. I didn’t want to leave Paris because I was enjoying Camille so much. It was nice to have uninterrupted time with the woman that I love. Being able to show our affection for each other in public without having to worry about who is lurking around the corner was absolutely refreshing. I was already looking forward to our cruise in two months. We would have 2 and half weeks of time together.

  We ended up having to buy extra suitcases to bring home because Camille had such a great time shopping. I purchased everything that tickled her fancy. I love spoiling her like she is my princess. She was going to need to use the extra room in my place as a closet. But that’s a habit of hers that I don’t mind supporting because she has great taste. I love watching her strut around in her heels, tailored suits, and expensive underwear.

  We were heading back to reality and I’d made my decision about Charlotte. I had been avoiding the subject all weekend because I didn’t want to ruin our trip. I have no clue how Camille will react to the situation. She doesn’t come across as the jealous type but I couldn’t blame her if she felt a twinge of it in this situation. But the bottom line is that we’re in need of a new assistant that doesn’t need to be trained. Charlotte is perfect for the position.

  I looked across at Camille and she looked radiant and beautiful. Paris did her well and I could see that she was refreshed. She was peacefully reading away on her Kindle device and she looked like she was enjoying it. I guessed it was probably one of those Lena Skye novels that all the women are going crazy for these days.

  I sighed and leaned back into the comfort of my seat as the plane took off.

  “I don’t want to go home,” she said.

  “I agree with your sentiment but
it’s time for us to get back to work.”

  She looked out the window and didn’t respond. She had been a little distant over the last day. I didn’t have much of a clue as to why. She wasn’t disrespectful or unpleasant, just a tad different. I didn’t like it at all but I still enjoyed the comfort of her presence.

  “Camille, there is something that I want to tell you.”

  “Uh oh,” she said with a slight smile, “Should I be nervous?”

  “No you shouldn’t be nervous but it’s definitely something that we need to discuss before we get back to Chicago.”

  My throat went dry and as if on cue, the stewardess came by with two glasses of water and mimosas. I skipped the water and drained the champagne flute and requested another. This was going to be so much harder than I thought.

  “Okay,” she said as she watched me intently.

  “Well, you’ve made it quite clear that you are in need of help at the office. You want another assistant on board to help. I completely agree with you and I think that you deserve to have your load lightened.”

  Her face lit up as I talked and I could tell that she was happy with what I saying.

  “I think I like where this is going,” she said, “When do we start the interview process?”

  “That’s the thing; there won’t be an interview process. I already know exactly who I’m going to hire.”

  Her face went neutral, “Oh yeah? Who is it?”

  “Her name is Charlotte.”

  “Charlotte? As in your ex personal assistant Charlotte? As in one of the girls that Amanda chased away?”

  I took another long sip of my mimosa, “Yes that Charlotte. But I can assure you that she will only be my personal assistant, nothing more. I have you and that’s a boundary with her that I will not cross.”

  “I don’t really know what I’m supposed to say at this point,” she admitted.

  “Feel free to say whatever is on your mind. If you have questions, I’m more than willing to answer them.”

  “How am I supposed to be sure that you and her won’t cross the line.”