Bred for Riches: Billionaire's Breeding Dungeon (2 page)

His hands were like stone. When she relaxed her jaw and quickly bobbed up and down, he shifted her toward his hardness, jabbing it to the back of her throat.

Rebecca didn't expect the show of force. She gagged and coughed, letting him slip from her mouth.

Aaron raised a hand, as if he were about to bring it back down on her face. His angry eyes flashed and he barely held back the blow.

“Sloppy. Very, very disappointing. If I weren't so soft, I'd turn you out of here right this minute and take back my half a million. Do you really think you deserve that every month...for
this
?” His voice turned to bitter ashes spraying from his mouth.

“Wait! Please...don't do that, Master. I swear I'll do a better job.”

He paused and softened his grip on the side of her head. “Yes...I expect you will. I let you have your chance. But now we're going to do things
my
way, Rebecca, and I don't want to hear a peep out of you.

Stand up.”

Trembling, she did as he asked. Aaron circled her like a shark several times. His manhood had started to soften after her mistake, but now it stood at full attention again.

His hands grasped her stomach as he stood behind her, pressing his rigid shaft into the crack between her buttocks. The harsh warmth crawled up her back, turning to cold goosebumps near her spine's center.

Rebecca's eyelids fluttered and her knees went loose. She didn't know if she remained in control as her legs buckled, leaning backward into him, grinding her round curves into his magnificent steel.

“Mmmm...oh!” Her moans sputtered out, like honey caught in the cool autumn air. Aaron's hands reached up and tore off her bra. His fingers tightened on her nipples, catching her sensitive beads between his fingers.

“I'm more impressed with how you react to this,” he sighed, clenching his teeth and twisting her breasts as hard as he could. “You never told me that you enjoyed being treated so roughly. Most of my slaves don't.”

Confirming his suspicions, his fingers crept lower, below the waistband of her panties. Thick cream pooled against the crotch. Aaron's hands swept across her sex, allowing him to feel everything.

One hand pressed inside her slit, bathing himself with her wet warmth. Rebecca sighed, her soft moans of joy turning to screams as his opposite hand clamped down on her clit.

“Too much? That's a shame...and just when I thought we shared more than a cold business

arrangement.” A sardonic chuckle slid into her ear as he lightened his touch, stroking her soft folds with his dominant fingertips.

She had never been touched by a man so possessive. He didn't shake or hesitate as he rolled across her beautiful flesh, skin that seemed as familiar as his own. He was entitled to her flesh, and he knew it.

Without warning, he grabbed the crotch of her panties and tugged them down. They fell to her calves like a lacy scrap weighted with rocks. Just when she had recovered from the diving sensation, she sensed movement behind her.

Aaron had drawn down his pants. His sizable shaft was free to press against her bare ass cheeks, curving upward until it nestled between them. Two large plushy balls ringed the edge of her curvaceous rear, bigger than any she had felt before.

“Do you want this or just the money?” He asked, sliding himself back and forth, gliding along her body.

“You, Master. You, you, you,” she said, the nervous chant gushing cross her tongue. In fact, she wasn't lying.

I just hope he's forgotten about what he said earlier. Please, it feels good, but keep him away from my
–

Aaron gripped his pulsing shaft by its broad base and shoved it below her ass, teasing the edge of her wet lips from behind. It bulged sporadically each time it drew closer, until he was shoving it upward, thrusting inside her.

“Ohhh...it feels so – tight.” Rebecca's voice cracked.

The air current in the room turned to ice and then to fire. Heat flared up through her core, emanating from the tip of his shaft, now lodged in the cramped nook leading into her womb.

Aaron held her by the shoulders and started to rut. Small, animalistic grunts passed through the space between them – stirring the basement's atmosphere just as he disturbed the flesh inside her.

After several minutes, his thrusts quickened, and she swore that he had grown thicker yet. His manhood resembled a great root as it plowed into her depths, like a potent volcano ready to heave up its lava at any second. Rebecca leaned back toward his grasp, losing control.

I'm at his mercy now. Only a matter of time until he goes off in this womb...making my body his little
baby factory. God, what did I do to deserve this...

A regretful frown soured her face, but it didn't last long. There wasn't time – not when Aaron's skillful paw trailed its way down her stomach, landing just over her clit. He started to move, a gentle rubbing, solid and circular.

He knew exactly how to stoke a woman's fires. Her nerves resisted the gentle strumming at first, but couldn't as it picked up speed, slapping her most pleasurable button rhythmically, in time to his thrusts rattling her womb.

“Ohhh! Master. That's what I've been waiting for.” Embarrassing need spilled from her mouth as he plucked her fleshy strings harder, faster, twirling her toward the white hot nirvana she craved.

A pleasure that was brighter and more intense than any she had known enveloped her, starting from the tips of her hair and working their way down. It stopped near her lower abdomen and exploded. Rebecca squealed and fell against his powerful chest, lost in his jackhammer hips and maestro hands.

“You're so beautiful when you let go, Rebecca, but now you need to finish the job. Let your light grow outward, into my hands, outside your body.” He pushed the hot words through his teeth, his tight jaw as stony as a demanding god's. “Come for me. That's an order.”

She was never one to do anything on command. But the tone, the pleasure, the promise of a sunrise that would blind her with its warmth – it all came together in a tide she couldn't resist.

Rebecca's knees completely collapsed and she sank down on his gyrating shaft. Hard.

Her muscles turned to rocky bundles that he crashed against like an all powerful icebreaker. She tried to scream as her orgasmic pleasure tore down her back, but the vocals stuck in her throat. All sound dissolved into the bloody roar in her ears, her heartbeat like an enormous clock clanging against her ribs, caught in the timeless spasms seizing her.

Aaron held her contorted body like a stage prop as he drove into her, his pleasure building in hers. The prickling delight tearing across her reddened flesh entered his body, stirring a mighty itch in his heavy balls.

“No...not yet,” he muttered, just as his shaft started to swell with burning seed he couldn't stop.

Rebecca was still completely lost in ecstasy, groaning lightly as he held her, furiously driving laps around her clit with his fingers. He could have flooded her fertile valley and she wouldn't have noticed until it was too late.

Instead, the billionaire jerked back. He grabbed his burning scepter as it shuddered in his hands, just in time to spray its first hot jet directly onto the small pocket of soft skin above her ass.

In the heat continuing to pour through her, Rebecca was a little disappointed. Her body craved the molten eruption inside her pocket, but he had done her a favor. Now, she groaned, completely obsessed with the torrential rain of his seed upon her back.

Electricity shot through her as it connected with her outside flesh, turning the last slow spasms of her climax into great waves. Her vision shook and she nearly blacked out as his hooked arm tightened over her stomach.

Ultimately, the tied of pleasure turned, as it always must. Aaron's mighty jets drew down to a trickle, and he jerked his spasming flesh less vigorously, his grunts collapsing into saner sounds.

“Why did you...?” Rebecca turned around and faced him, awed by the feral chaos on his face.

“It wasn't the right time, so I pulled out. There's a time and a place for everything, Rebecca, but those are mine to choose. Be patient. I want to make sure that you're completely dedicated.” The words sounded strange on his hot lips, two boiling furrows pressed together, opening for his dictates.

“You, my slave, still have a lot to learn. Over time, you'll get to know me, and you'll find that I never make great moves prematurely.”

He smiled and straightened his pants, putting away the wonderful tool that had brought her such conflicting wishes. A loud whirr came from his trouser's right pocket once it was situated back on his lean waist.

Rebecca felt oddly bashful since their embrace ended, and she covered her breasts by folding her arms.

There was nothing she could do about her lower parts, slick and uneven from the wild heat he had brought.

She watched him pull a glowing smart phone out and flip it to his ear. A garbled voice spoke, loud enough in the quiet room to make an impression, but without letting her hear what it was saying.

Aaron's face wrinkled in disgust.

“That son of a bitch. If he thinks he can head us off in the Caribbean, he's got another thing coming.

Those contracts were hard fought, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let Lex Hamilton walk in and snatch them out of my hands. I'll be up in a minute...”

His phone clamped shut like an angry clam. The hatred in his eyes cooled her to the bone. Rebecca was certain she never wanted his enraged eyes brought against her, spewing invisible flames that would scorch her down to nothing.

“I have to go. Business calls, you know. One of my maids will be down shortly to see to your comfort here. Make yourself at home with food and entertainment, but don't expect any contact with the outside world. We can't have just anyone texting from these dungeon walls, you know.” He aggressively straightened his tie, smoothing his suit until it looked spotless again.

“I understand, Master. I'll be ready next time you come for me.”

“You better be. I'm paying damned good money for your service.” He turned and began to walk away, before he paused near the door. “And don't expect the same sort of slack I gave you today to be the norm. I'm not sure what came over me...but it won't last. I just might breed you the next time we meet.”

The thick metal door quickly opened and slammed behind her, leaving her naked and alone. Rebecca looked up at the faint white light above. It resembled a distant heaven through the spinning haze of heated thoughts.

If that's the edge of heaven...then where am I?

Aaron Westfield took excellent care of his servants. That included Rebecca, even going so far to purchase a separate health insurance policy intended to last a full year. The maid who brought her food and books also brought her the paperwork one day.

She settled into life in the billionaire's dungeon, knowing he might return at any second. For days, there was nothing.

Despite the quiet transition, she didn't welcome the silence. Normally, men who had access to her body the way he had fell to their feet, burying her in calls and text messages the next day. Of course, those were twenty-something year old boys around her own age, inexperienced pups who considered

themselves lucky to sample her flesh.

You're his slave, not his girlfriend. Stop expecting so much. Half a million a month is a lot more than
any of those little boys ever spent on you...a lot more than any of them will ever see in their lifetimes.

She shook her head and placed a heavy book on her chest, split half way open. Everything about the dungeon exuded an icy glamor. They gave her only simple black pants and thick gray sweaters to wear

– clothing that was comfortable, but colorless.

The heat was sufficient, but never warm enough to go without being fully dressed or underneath a blanket for maximum ease. The food and wine the servants brought her was simple and delicately seasoned, mostly a mix of fruits, fowl, and cheeses intermingled with mid-tier liquor and mineral water for drinking.

Even the reading material was cold, but she couldn't blame the billionaire's library for that. Rebecca had chosen Solzhenitsyn's
Cancer Ward
. She never got tired of reading about bleak, far off places – the human condition's outer edges – a habit she had picked up in college.

It's never as bad as you think it is. You never suffered in a camp or starved in a third world alley. You're
in the world's richest country, leveraging your beauty for a lifetime of riches, something the masses can
only dream about.

Her thoughts weren't as reassuring as they normally were. She tried to return to the pages, reclining on the bamboo futon that doubled as a bed, but the words were like sharp picks in her brain.

Rebecca snarled and angrily tossed the thick book across the room. It hadn't always been like this – had it?

At seventeen, she would have laughed until her sides ached if anyone had told her that within five years, she would voluntarily become a billionaire's sex slave. In High School, she had the luxury of dreaming about a high powered career in forensics, in between arguing with her step-parents and sneaking out for sex and smokes.

She sat on the futon's edge, slowly looking at the barren walls. They had blindfolded her on the way in, but she expected she was in a magnificent estate.

Funny how the basement is as dreary as any other...or is this just one of his secondary properties?

A loud pop near the door rattled her thoughts. Aaron strode through a minute later, his gaze immediately fixed on her position. His eyes sparkled with a nasty gleam.

“Hello again. I regret that it's taken me a few days longer than I'd like to get back to you...but duty calls.” His confident stride slowed as he approached her, noticing the glum look on her face. “What is it?”

“Nothing. Just a lot of time alone to think...that's all.” Rebecca clammed up and stared at the ground.

She knew that her Master didn't want to hear any whining. It might even bring punishment she wasn't ready for.