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“You swooped in like a knight in shining armor,” is my grateful whisper. “Seriously like a knight slaying a dragon.”
He shrugs again, all careless male elegance, black hair rakish.
“You were screaming sweetheart,” he rumbles, blue eyes penetrating. “I heard you screaming, and Jim had to pay.”
I take a deep breath.
“I want to repay you,” is my rushed admission. “I don’t have money, you know that. But I want to repay you another way.”
The billionaire’s eyes gleam, darkly lustrous.
“What did you have in mind?”
The thing is, I’m not sure. Striptease? Offering to ride him? As a newbie, my repertoire’s not exactly advanced.
“Well, I thought,” come my hesitant words. “I thought.”
But the billionaire interrupts.
“How do you feel about anal play sweetheart?”
The air leaves my lungs.
“You mean like last time?” are my whispered words.
“Yeah like last time. But we’re working towards something bigger. Much bigger, if you get what I mean.”
My cheeks color, pussy moistening down below. Because last time, he crammed his fingers into my butt, but there was no dick. Instead, he merely let me feel and adjust, the penetration so delicious.
So I nod.
“I could do anal,” is my sweet admission. “I think I could do that.”
His eyes gleam again, that big body on alert.
“Good,” he says. “Go get that box from the corner of my room.”
My head whips around. What? What box?
But there it is, a wooden chest tucked discreetly on the dresser. And slowly, I lift the cube into my arms. It’s curiously light, almost like there’s nothing inside.
“Put it on the bed,” Mason instructs, elegantly still in that high-backed armchair. “Now open it.”
And slowly, I lift the lid. Oh my god! There’s all sorts of sex toys in here. Butt plugs. Dildos. Anal beads. And a couple things I don’t recognize, like a giant stick with an electrical cord. Oh my god. Suddenly, realization rushes through my frame. Because it’s a vibrator, one so big and huge that it plugs into the wall. I’ve only used tiny battery-operated rabbits in the past, so this is mindblowing.
Mason chuckles soundlessly from where he sits.
“You know what you’re looking at?”
I bite my lip, flushing.
“Yes. I used to watch porn on my laptop, just a little,” is my admission.
His low growl is immediate.
“Good. Because then you know how butt plugs work.”
A flush runs down my chest, making my boobies heat, cunt gush.
“I do,” are my words. “But why do we need one? Are you going to put that inside here?” I ask, gesturing to his cock before waving my hand vaguely in the direction of my back door.
Mason’s laugh is harsh and soundless.
“Oh sweetheart, you think you can fit my cock in your bottom on the first go? Baby, try again. You need to get stretched first. A lot. My fingers weren’t nearly enough.”
Immediately, my cheeks flare.
“Of course you’re big,” is my quick reply. But Mason won’t hear it.
“Find the biggest butt plug in there and take it out.”
All the air exits my lungs.
“I’m sorry?” is my gasp.
But the billionaire’s relentless.
“Find the biggest plug,” he repeats slowly. “And take it out. Don’t make me say it again.”
Slowly, my hands reach inside, fumbling through the toy chest. Cold chains brush against my fingers, then something rubbery and soft. But finally, I manage to find an enormous plug, three inches long and at least two inches around.
“This one?” I whisper, almost unable to speak. “How about this one?”
The billionaire’s eyes gleam, pants jerking at his crotch.
“Perfect honey,” his drawl sounds. “Now get undressed. Everything off.”
And slowly, I obey. First comes my sweater and jeans, leaving me in nothing but scraps of lace. Like bullets, my nipples point at the alpha, panties already soaked through.
He groans approvingly, eyes fixed to my cunt.
“Good,” comes that deep rasp. “Keep going, sweet thing. Keep going until there’s nothing but skin.”
And slowly, I unfasten my bra, slowly pulling down the straps so that my girls fall out, luscious and huge. By now, Mason’s got his cock in the air, fisting it slowly as my figure’s revealed.
“Perfect,” he rasps. “Now that too,” he nods at my panties.
And slowly, I obey. The whisper of silk rubs against my hands as I roll them down my hips and over my thighs. But something disgusting happens then. My pussy’s been creaming so hard that a long strand of goop stretches in a thin line from my cunt to my panties.
“Oh!” is my embarrassed cry as the loop grows longer and thinner, transparent and fragile. “Oh oh!”
But the billionaire isn’t deterred at all.
“Taste it sweetheart,” he commands, big body unmoving as he fists his dick. “Taste that goopy junk.”
“But how?” I ask, cheeks flaming, my hands immobile as I stand there, panties halfway down.
He growls.
“How else?” Those blue eyes flare. “Take your panties off sweetheart, and then cram them into your mouth.”
My lips part then, eyes going wide.
