The Billionaire's Payment (BBW Erotic Romance) (3 page)

“Relax, sweetheart.  We need to be comfortable so I can pleasure you.  I will give you so much you’ll forget your own name,” he promised.  Quickly stripping down to his boxers, he lay down beside her and kissed her closed lips softly.  “Just tell me if I do anything that hurts.

She parted her lips as he drew away and Jared immediately accepted the invitation, plunging his tongue into her mouth as he brought his hand up to cover her left breast.

“You have the sexiest breasts I’ve ever seen,” he groaned as he broke the kiss to watch as her nipple responded readily to his handling.  He plucked it as he did his guitar strings late at night when no one could hear him. “So beautiful and so responsive.”  He could probably make her come by just playing with her nipples, he thought, and wet his fingers.  Then he increased the pressure until she was gasping.  “Tell me what you’re feeling, sweetheart.  Tell me if you want more or less…harder or softer.”

That was all the warning he gave her before he bent his head and fastened his lips tight on her right nipple.

“Oh God, Jared, that feels so good!”

He synchronized the tweaking of his fingers and the tugging of his lips, knowing that it would feel to her that she had a pair of lips on each nipple.  He almost smiled when he increased the intensity and she lifted her hips off the bed and began circling them.  Rather than let up, Jared turned up the intensity a notch and involuntarily she lifted her hands to the junction of her thighs.  He watched avidly waiting to see her plunge one or two of her slim fingers into her pussy and soothe the ache he was creating there.  Instead her hand hovered above her groin for a few moments, before she started to clench and unclench her fist.

Has she never played with herself before?

Jared was already convinced that she was a virgin.  Her responses all indicated that she hadn’t been with a man before.  But surely she had pleasured herself?  Surely she had stuck one or several fingers into her pussy and made herself come?

“Finger yourself,” he instructed, abandoning her nipple only to say the words and reattaching his lips.  Perhaps she was too shy to do it in his presence.

“Finger myself?”

The uncertainty in her voice raised the hair at Jared’s nape.  He swung his gaze around to confirm what his senses were trying to tell him but his head didn’t believe.

“You haven’t touched yourself before?”

“Only to wash,” she replied, a blush staining her cheeks.

Jared had thought his erection was fuller than it had ever been before—full enough to burst the skin—but it got even harder at the thought that Shakira was not only virginal, she was untouched by hands, even her own.

Just like Nyla had been.

Nyla, his girlfriend for most of his three years at university.

Nyla,  whom he hadn’t thought of since.

The hurt had been too deep when she had chosen to deny their love rather than face her family with the truth.  Yet, he’d never doubted that she’d loved him as much as he’d loved her. She had demonstrated that love by giving him the only virginity she could—her anal virginity—while keeping herself intact for the fellow Pakistani husband her parents had chosen for her.

She’d told him that they would never see each other again after they parted the final day of their last semester, but he hadn’t believed her.  He couldn’t forget her that easily, so how could she possibly forget him?  He’d waited for her to call, knowing that he couldn’t risk calling her and getting her into trouble with her very strict parents.  He had broken down and called, after a week spent with friends who were celebrating the end of university life and too drunk to notice that he was present in body and not in spirit, only to discover that her mobile phone had been disconnected.  He’d immediately jumped into his car and blazed around to the address she had reluctantly given to him when he had insisted on having it.  He’d had a hard time convincing the burly gay man who had opened the door that he had come to see
his
girlfriend and not the man’s good-looking, boyish lover.

Nyla had obviously sensed his relentlessness even at that age and known that he would try to follow or contact her despite her begging him not to.  At the time it had felt that she had carelessly and needlessly ripped both of their hearts to shreds for familial obligation.  Older and wiser now, Jared understood the monumental sacrifice he’d been asking her to make.  She would have been ostracized by her family…even killed, if the media was to be believed.  They both could have been.

They looked nothing alike and yet Shakira reminded him so much of his former girlfriend.

I hope you’re happy wherever you are.

With those silent words Jared let go of the final remnants of pain of losing Nyla.

Because now, for the first time since he’d lost her, he’d found someone who made his protective instincts war with his raging lust.  No other woman had done that since Nyla.  He fucked them ruthlessly and dispassionately, and gave them expensive gifts instead of affection.  That didn’t stop them from trying to heal the hurt they sensed in him.

He secretly laughed at their efforts to thaw his frozen heart.

No woman was strong enough to break through the thick layers of ice, he’d thought.

Then Shakira walked through the door and he felt the drip as it started to melt.

Chapter Four

I don’t know what just happened.  One minute Jared was sucking hard on my right nipple and tugging the left with his fingers.  Now he was looking at me as though I had two heads.  It was probably a good thing that he stopped playing with my nipples because it felt like there was a string or some kind of nerve running from my nipples to between my legs.  Every time he pulled I felt myself getting wetter and wetter.  I was beginning to get worried that I would wet his sheets and they looked expensive.

Should I have lied and said I touched myself?

“Let’s have a shower together.” He got off the bed and reached out a hand to me.

“But I—”

Oh God, did I have a smell?
  I’d made sure that I’d had a bath less than an hour before I left the house.  And had sneakily used my mother’s Chanel N
^o
5 as she hadn’t been in the house.

“You smell gorgeous.”  Jared came closer and placed a kiss on my neck.  “But I want to smell and taste the real you.”

“Oh.”  Relieved I gave him my hand and let him pull me to my feet.

His bathroom was like something out of a Hollywood movie with a large, sunken bath that could probably hold six people and a double shower unit.

“The steam room, sauna and Jacuzzi are through there.” He pointed to the door on the left. “We’ll try out them tomorrow,” he promised.

A Jacuzzi!
 My grandparents had had a beautiful Jacuzzi in their Hampstead home and I used to spend hours in it.
 Heaven!

“I just need to trim you.”

“No!”  I held my head and backed away from him.  My mother had convinced me to cut it à la Audrey Hepburn for my eighteenth birthday, but it hadn’t suited me.  My grandmother had sworn that my mother had done it out of spite because my hair was longer than hers at the time, but I’m not sure if that was true.  I had been trying to grow it back ever since.  It was now midway down my back.

“Not the hair on your head, sweetie.”  Jared laughed as he grasped my waist and placed me on the cool marble surface next to the wash basin.  He pushed me gently backwards until I was resting on my elbows.

“Oh.”  I felt my face redden as he placed my feet up on the edge and exposed me to his gaze.

“I love this.”  He entwined his fingers in my curls.  “But we can both get serious cuts if we’re not careful.  I’m going to trim the area between your legs and leave the top as it is.”

I hadn’t ever trimmed my hair or shaved.  My mother wasn’t the kind you asked those sorts of question.  But even if she was, my father hadn’t told her about me spending time with Jared.  She thought that I had finally kicked my depression and was off to spend the week with a friend from college.  She hadn’t even asked which one.

I gazed around the bathroom as he took out a pair of slightly-curved and very sharp scissors and got to work.  The grey bathroom fittings were the exact shade as in the grey and white marble.  It was a very masculine bathroom, but I liked it.

“Now, let’s have that shower.”  Jared placed the scissors next to the sink and reached into the cabinet for a body polisher and two clear plastic bottles: one filled with conditioning shampoo and the other shower gel.

“Shouldn’t I clean that up?”  I asked as he started towards the shower, leaving the mess.

“Ambrose will take care of it,” he said dismissively and pulled me along.

“Won’t he know it’s pubic—?”  The hairs were jet black instead of the dark brown on my head.  My face burned at the thought of the man brushing them up, knowing where they had come from.

“It’s none of his concern.”  Jared’s cold authoritative voice sent a shiver through me.  I’d almost forgotten who he was.

He stepped out of his boxers and I couldn’t help the gasp of surprise that escaped me.  His penis wasn’t erect and it wasn’t long, but I doubted that I could get the fingers of one hand closed around it.

“People always go on about length.”  He laughed as he opened the shower door and motioned me inside.  “But as many women will tell you—girth can be even more satisfying.”

He closed the door and pressed a button on the shower control panel.  Twin jet streams came out of the walls and within a minute I was soaked from head to toe.

When he turned off the water, I reached for the shampoo.

“I’ll do it.”

I closed my eyes and tilted my head slightly backwards as he lathered my hair.  His touch was firm, but gentle and the shampoo smelled of roses.  I wondered how many women had been lucky enough to have had the privilege.

“I used to shampoo my girlfriend’s hair when we were at college together.”

“Your girlfriend?”

“Ex-girlfriend,” he corrected.

“Are you seeing anyone at the moment?”  I knew better than to ask the silly question, but I couldn’t help myself.

“No.  Not for several months.”

I almost slumped to the floor in relief.  It shouldn’t matter since we won’t see each other after the end of the week, but I didn’t want to share him.  For this week I wanted him to be mine and mine alone.

After he’d rinsed my hair, Jared surprised me once again by squirting a generous dollop of the gel on the polisher and beginning to gently buff my body, starting at my breasts.

“I’m a breast man and you have the most perfect pair I’ve ever seen.”

“They’re too big,” I protested and brought my hands up to cover them.

“They’re perfect.”  He encircled my left wrist and moved my hand out of the way as he rubbed the polisher against just the tip of my breast making the nipple harden.  “Just perfect.”

I couldn’t help the moan of pleasure that escaped my lips.

“Let me get you out of here.”  Jared suddenly became very businesslike, giving me a quick but thorough going over with the polisher and leaving me under a single stream of water, while he used a washrag and a citrus-flavoured gel to wash himself on the opposite side of the shower.

The bathrobe he bundled me into was so soft I felt like purring as he seated me at his dressing table and quickly towel dried my hair.

He swiped the towel carelessly across the top of his head before dropping it to the floor.  Then  he slipped the robe off my shoulders to reveal my breasts to his gaze in the mirror.

“Never let me hear you say that your breasts are anything but perfect,” he ordered, moulding them firmly in both hands.  His erection pressed into me, feeling much longer than it had looked before we entered the shower. “Go sit on the bed.”

He turned and walked away before I could get a look at it.  When he returned it bobbed up and down in front of him, its head broader than even the thick shaft.  A shiver ran through me at the thought of having it inside me.  I wasn’t frightened…well, not exactly.  I spent most of yesterday reading up on first times on the Internet.  I just hoped there was no blood.  My legs go weak at the sight of other people’s—I’d faint at the sight of my own!  But once Jared was gentle there should be…

“What are those for?”  I scrambled over the bed to the other side.

“They’re for me, not you.”  Jared put a ring holder which held four small keys on the table beside the bed and then lay down on the bed with the four pair of handcuffs grasped in one hand.

I watched as he attached his left foot to the bed and lay back to attach the corresponding hand.  He turned to me with a smile on his face.  “You’ll have to do the other two for me.”

“Is this some kind of kinky sex game?” I asked in horror.  If it was I was out of here!

After hearing my mother and her friends giggle and talk incessantly about
Fifty Shades of Grey
I had stolen her copy when she and my father were out at the theatre one evening. 
Gross!

“This is about me giving you full control,” Jared explained, jingling the handcuffs impatiently.  “I have to know that what we do is completely of your own free will.”

“It is!” I protested.  If he was handcuffed,
who
was going to do the lovemaking?

“Handcuff me, Shakira!”  At his command, I moved to take them from his hands almost without realizing what I was doing.  “After you handcuff me, you’re in full control.  You can do whatever you want, including walk out of the door.  Ambrose will find me eventually.”

“What about the money that—?”

“I can work something out with your father.  He doesn’t retire for a few years yet and is due a substantial payout when he does.”  Jared’s voice hardened as he continued, “He plans on buying a vineyard in the south of France.  That won’t happen now.”

 I suddenly felt so light headed I had to sit down or fall.  I clutched the handcuffs to my breasts, grateful for their reviving coolness.  “So I don’t have to sleep with you?”