I sat up on the bed, hands outstretched, pleading for calm.
“Jared, I know what it looks like,” I placated, “Just hear me out.”
He shook his head roughly, still stalking around the suite like an enraged male animal.
“You better have a good explanation,” he said venomously, those blue eyes flashing bright. “You better.”
I took a deep breath, because where to begin? But I had to give it a try.
“You know how you’re always telling me I should sell myself?” I asked in as reasonable of a tone as I could muster. “You know how you’re always saying that I should sell myself to a billionaire?”
Jared stopped pacing then, shooting me a hard look.
“Yeah, so?”
“Well, I just thought I’d take matter into my own hands,” I began, trying to be reasonable. “I figured the Billionaires Ball was as good a time as any, even better because it’s a special event and the prices would be sky high. So I went to management and asked to be sold.”
“Who did you ask?” the big man seethed. “I’m management, who the fuck gave you permission?”
I thought quickly. It made no sense to out Mr. Jennings, the old man was a nice guy who’d been employed by the Club for years, and I didn’t want him to get the axe because of me. So I fibbed lightly.
“It wasn’t anyone in particular,” I said quickly. “I asked the woman at the desk and she disappeared in back, like she was talking to a bunch of people. And then I met with a bunch of folks, they asked me a lot of questions before giving the go.”
That was true, I’d been vetted like no other, almost like this was an interview to work for the Secret Service. I’d met with a doctor, a psychiatrist, a social worker, heck, even the HR person to make sure that everything was in order.
But that wasn’t the important part, the process wasn’t important. What was important was getting Jared to realize that I’d done it because of him. I wanted to show him how much I respected his opinion, that I’d put myself on the block because he wanted me to.
“So I thought this would be a present to you,” I stated tentatively. “Kind of like a nice surprise.”
The big man stopped pacing to fix me with a withering look.
“Oh really,” he said, voice silky. “This was all a surprise for me.”
I glared back at him, hackles rising.
“Well yes,” I said indignantly. “Who else would it be for? You’re the only person I know around this place, you haven’t exactly introduced me to a lot of people.”
That made those blue eyes gleam.
“And what exactly were you trying to prove by going up on stage without my knowledge?” he asked, voice deceptively smooth again. “Tell me again.”
I looked right back at him, unflinching under his glare.
“I was trying to show you how much I respect your opinion,” I replied tightly. “Isn’t that obvious? You’ve been harping on me to go up for auction the entire time I’ve been here, and now that I’ve taken your advice, you’re pissed,” I retorted. “What’s wrong with you? Why are you being so weird?”
But the big man was like a coiled spring, the atmosphere tense with restrained energy.
“Fuck,” he ground out. “Fuck fuck fuck.”
And that’s when I lost it.
“You’re not the one who should be cussing,” I shrieked. “I’m the one. I went up to be auctioned, just like you wanted, and you’re the one who ruined it for me! Your sperm came dribbling out at exactly the wrong moment. That’s why they aborted the whole thing, jerking me off stage, because you shot your sperm into me, making it look like I wasn’t a virgin.”
The big man was completely still, eyes blazing, just taking me in. I shivered self-consciously, but with female awareness too. Because I was still completely nude, big boobies showing, his semen trickling from my sweet spots, sitting on his bed.
And all of a sudden he was on me.
“That’s right,” he rasped, those big hands all over me, touching everywhere. “That’s right, this sweet little body is dripping with my jism and we might as well make it real now.”
And with a jerk and a heave, he plunked me around so that I was on all fours, pussy and ass facing his way.
“Might as well make it for real now,” he growled again before diving in.
And oh god, it felt so good. Because the billionaire knows exactly what he’s doing, he’s a pro with women’s bodies and I was getting the benefit of his experience now. He went to town on my curvy haunches, stroking up and down my thighs before burrowing his face into my behind.
“Aaaah!” I cried out, lifting my head, profile tilted upwards. His tongue was so amazing against my pussy, so slickly wet, touching exactly where it was supposed to, chills running down my spine. “Aaaah!” I cried out again.