Enthralled by a Billionaire (2 page)

She ran her tongue along his length as
his pushed deeper down her throat. She had no trouble taking all of
him and eagerly slurped and sucked as he fucked her face. Her
French manicured nails dug into his thighs as her head bobbed on
his cock. His muted cries of pleasure, which came out more like
hissing than groaning, made her pussy ache for what her mouth
had.

She pushed against him, trying to sit
up and he released her. Panting, he watched her as she pulled off
her wet panties and tossed them in the back seat. She straddled
him, her back against the wheel as she lowered herself on his
hardness. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she rode him slowly,
pressing their lips together in soft sweet kisses.

He grabbed her hips, pushing her into
him, trying to increase her pace. She could tell he wanted more,
something harder, faster, but the slower she went, the longer she
could enjoy him inside her. The longer she could stay in that
wonderful place where no one existed but them. Reality sucked, she
wanted to live in bliss.

She buried her face against his neck,
inhaling deeply. With her lips fluttering against his neck as she
spoke, she whispered, “I love you…Master.”

A moment later, she was on her back,
across the car seats with Dylan thrusting into her like a mad bull.
“Oww, owww, owww…” She complained with each thrust.

Dylan stopped. “What’s
wrong?”

“My ass is on your seatbelt.” Emma
wiggled around, but there was no comfort to be found across the
front seats of his car.

Dylan opened the driver side door and
stepped out of the car. He took Emma’s hand and helped her out. She
assumed they were going to get into the back, but instead he lifted
her and sat her on the hood of the car.

Before she could think of objecting,
his face was already under her skirt. His tongue lapped at her
pussy, sending her towards a state of total surrender. As he lifted
her thighs higher and higher, his mouth pressed harder and harder
against her wetness. She reclined across the car. Her head lolled
to the side and she could see half the city sprawled out in front
of her ass his tongue sent her spiraling. She thought he was going
to fuck her again, but even as the tremble of her thighs and her
gasps of pleasure made it obvious she was going to come soon, he
didn’t stop. He continued to suck her clit and fuck her with his
tongue until she was thrashing against the car hood. Her wetness
ran from her pussy, across her ass and pooling on the
exterior.

After she stopped shaking, he stood
up. He pushed her thighs to her chest bending her in half. She
wrapped her arms behind her knees to hold the position he was
putting her in. He dragged her to the very edge of the car. This
wasn’t the first time he’d fucked her right after making her come.
He loved to watch her lose her mind from the intensity of coming
again and again without mercy.

Dylan rubbed the head of his cock
against her wetness but didn’t go in. Instead his positioned
himself at her asshole, while pressing her thighs further apart,
forcing her ass higher in the air. Slowly, he pushed inside her ass
using her own juices as lube until he was in to the hilt. She loved
when he fucked her ass. There was something about it that made her
feel dirty. Used. His.

He grabbed her by her ankles, holding
her in place as he thrust into her tight ass. She arched her back,
her hand finding her swollen numb as he took her on the car. A
midday breeze made her shiver. Here they were. Nothing over them
but clouds, with trees all around. Anyone could be watching from
the bushes. She imagined looking through the eyes of those
voyeuristic strangers as they watched her being taken on a car, in
public, for anyone to see. With only a glance they’d know, she was
his, mind and body. They’d look at the rapture on his face and know
she meant the world to him. No one else could make him feel like
this. No one else would be willing to do anything to make him this
happy.

Emma could tell Dylan was close and so
she rubbed her clit faster, determined to come one more time before
he finished. “Oh please Master, fill me with your cum.”

Dylan’s eyes flung open and Emma
realized what she just said. She couldn’t help it though. With him
there was no shame, no pretense. Just passion. Uncontrollable,
undeniable passion that threatened to consume them both. He’s
movements became erratic, and with one final slam, he let loose,
filling her as with jet after jet of his hot seed. At the same
time, she reached her peak, her body stiffening, as she called out
his name.

“By the way, I brought you a
present.”

Emma clasped her hands together. “Some
wet-wipes and a clean pair of panties?”

“Better.”

“Nah, I’m pretty sure that’s what’s at
the top of my wish list right now.”

Dylan laughed. He pulled a velvet box
out of the driver’s compartment.

“Jewelry?” Emma appreciated the
thought, but she was never a big jewelry wearer. Even if her collar
hadn’t been diamond encrusted, she would still love it.

“Well, it’s something you wear. I told
you, that you needed to be distracted so you won’t overthink
everything.”

“Yeah…and then we had sex on your
car…”

“Oh, that wasn’t the distraction. That
was a lunch date.”

Emma rolled her eyes, smiling. “So
what’s in the box.”

He opened it and presented her with
two small silver balls. “They are called Ben Wa balls.”

“Are they like stress
balls?”

“Sorta.”

Dylan took the balls into his hand and
reached between her legs.

Her eyes went wide as he pushed the
first one inside her. “You have to be kidding! That’s not really
where those things go.”

“Trust me. By the end of the day
you’ll be so relaxed, you’ll be butter.”

Emma sighed. She only had one more
class left and she couldn’t imagine it being much worse than
wearing a tampon. A cold, metal tampon… She leaned over the seat to
fish her panties out the back and Dylan smacked her bare
ass.

She yelped. “What?”

“I’m keeping the panties.”

“But what if these things fall out?
They are small, and I’m…slippery and stretched.”

Dylan groaned.

Emma planted her butt in the seat
before she learned what it felt like to be fucked with Ben Wa balls
inside her. “Fine. No panties. Get me back to campus before I’m
late.”

Walking with the Ben Wa balls in was
unbearable. They threatened to fall out with each step she took and
she was sure people could hear them clinking inside her as she
moved. She had no idea why Dylan had assumed this would relax her.
She was the opposite of relaxed.

Without question, this was the most
grueling game Dylan had ever put her through. The problem wasn't
that it was uncomfortable or painful, quite the opposite, it felt
really good. The problem was that it wouldn't stop feeling good.
Who wanted to go through their entire day constantly on the verge
of orgasm? When she was sitting, things weren’t so bad. But she
still had trouble focusing in American Lit. One small shift in her
chair and she was biting her lip, trying to stifle a
moan.

She was fantasizing about Dylan
retrieving the balls with his tongue when the Professor mentioned
having fifty pages read by Wednesday.

Emma looked at her syllabus
and realized there was a book for the class that she hadn't picked
up,
Language of
Literature
. She thought she'd gotten
everything she needed during orientation, but now she had to go
back to the bookstore which meant spending more time with those
damn balls rattling around inside her.

When she reached the bookstore she
marched directly to the section where her book would be. In and
out, she'd be done before Jamal, who was picking her up, even
realized she was running late. But when she reached the section
with her class number, it only had the books she'd already bought.
She didn't miss it; the damn bookstore didn't have it. She went
looking for an employee. Two aisles over, she stopped in her
tracks. There was a behemoth of a man, tall and burly, bending down
stocking shelves.

Emma cleared her throat. "Excuse
me."

The young man pushed a flank of hair
out his face and looked up at her smiling. His kind eyes put her
instantly at ease. "Can I help you?"

"Yes, I'm looking for
Language of Literature
,
but it's not where it's supposed to be."

"Really? I could have sworn a saw a
stack of them earlier." The man stood up and Emma read his name
tag—Greg.

She followed him back to
where she looked for the book, trying to walk and clench at the
same time. When they reached the section she’d just come from, he
bent over. Emma tilted her head checking out his round ass. Her
lustful gaze followed him as he picked up a book and turned to hand
it to her. "
Language of
Literature
. Here ya go."

The book had been on the bottom shelf
while her other ones had been near the top. "What's it doing all
the way down there? I'm in 153, which is up here."

"150 isn't a class, it's the books
shared by all the classes 151-156, so you're going to need these
other two also." Greg put two more books on theory in her
arms.

She smiled. "Thank you." Relieved she
could finally go home.

"Happy to help. College can be
confusing at first, but people are good about explaining things and
you'll have everything figured out in no time. Don't
worry."

Emma remembered back to what Violet
had said to her earlier that day. "I have that new freshman smell,
don't I?"

Greg laughed. "That new freshman
smell? You sound like...nevermind." He sniffed in her direction.
"More of a lilac smell if you ask me."

Emma blushed, hoping her perfume
masked the smell of sex and cum.

"So you want me to check those books
out for you?"

Emma nodded.

Greg took the books and headed towards
the front of the store. The books weren’t that heavy, and maybe he
was just being a good employee, but Emma couldn't help but think it
was sweet. His long stride was hard to keep up with when she could
barely move without fear of those damn balls falling out. She was
going to get Dylan good for this one.

As he scanned her books, his thick
brown hair fell into his face again. He pushed the errant strands
behind his ear in a gesture Emma found strangely sexy.

He smiled at her. "So, are you staying
on campus?"

"Yeah. Well no," Emma
stammered.

"Which one is it?"

"I have a place on campus, but mostly
I stay off campus with..." Emma wasn't sure what to call him. Her
owner? Her boyfriend? The billionaire that bought her? When Dylan
told Clay Forrester about their relationship, he'd called her a
'good friend'. There was no reason she couldn't describe him the
same way. "...a friend."

Greg nodded. "Cool. That'll be
$329.64."

Emma handed him her credit card and
ID.

He read her name off the ID. "Pleasure
to meet you Emma."

"You too, Greg."

He handed her the bag with the books
and her receipt.

Right as Emma turned to leave, Violet
entered the bookstore making a b-line for her. But she didn’t even
seem to be aware of Emma, her focus was on Greg when she spoke.
"You will not believe what they did!"

"What's wrong, Violet?"

"The classroom we're supposed to meet
in, I went there to set up and it's a storage room. First they fire
our faculty advisor and now they give us a closet to hold our
meetings in. It's obvious the patriarchal system that runs this
school will not tolerate any kind of descent."

Greg patted Violet's shoulder. "Calm
down. We just have to find somewhere else to meet. Who in the group
has a place on campus?"

"Most of us are still in the dorms.
None of us has a place that can hold fifteen to twenty people. We
should hold our meeting right in the middle of the admin office.
Show them that we will not accept this kind of
treatment."

"You could use my place." Emma just
blurted the words out.

Violet turned to Emma, acknowledging
her existence for the first time since she'd come in. "Your place?
Where is it?"

"Across the street from the Art
building."

"Wait. You live in one of those
condos? I thought only professors and staff could rent
those."

Emma shrugged. "It has a lot of room.
The living room can hold twenty people without a problem, will have
to move some chairs around though."

Violet squeed. That sound and that
face did not match. She pulled Emma into her arms and hugged her,
which made Emma feel much better than it should have. "Princess,
you're a life saver. What's your address so I can text it to
everyone?"

Emma gave them the address, and then
she remembered Jamal. "I have to go to the parking lot for a
minute, but I'll be right back."