Billionaire Blaze, page 28
“As long as I want?”
“The longer you manage the more I’ll reward you later.” Again, he stroked my cheek. “And I will reward you.”
Words failed me as I looked down at my hand and then back up at him. What would this be like? Would I be able to feel it?
“I really think this might help, but as I said, if it doesn’t help, you can stop at any point. I won’t be mad, or even disappointed. This is about helping you and having some fun doing it. But if it’s not fun…” He spoke so sincerely I began to relax. It was a big thing to try something like this, but there was a part of me that was curious. If I knew it was safe to play without making him mad if we stopped, then maybe this could be fun.
“Okay,” I said, my voice coming out quieter than I’d wanted it to.
He kissed me again, pulling me in tightly once more. For a second I was crushed up against his chest and then he slowly let go of me.
“If you feel overwhelmed at any point and need some reassurance, just come up to me and squeeze one of my hands a few times. I’ll stick by you until you squeeze again.”
It was everything I needed to hear. No matter what he asked me to do for him, he was also there to help me in every way.
As soon as he let go of me enough I went to the bathroom and opened the pouch. Two silicone balls connected by a thin tube fell into my hand. They had a pull on one end that I was pretty sure was supposed to be so they could be removed. Still, this was a whole new experience and I didn’t know exactly what it would feel like.
After taking a few deep breaths and calming myself down, I slipped the first part inside me and gently eased the other in after. It was a little uncomfortable at first, and I wondered if I should have used lube or something. Probably should have done. I had a lot to learn, but at least I was doing this to myself. And I was more turned on than I’d expected. It seemed Lukas was on to something.
Once I had my clothes back in place, I picked up the bag they’d come in again and took a few steps to the door. I had to pause again. Although the balls didn’t feel too obvious inside me when I stood still, a slight weight to them, but nothing too alarming, they were a lot more obvious when I walked.
I clenched the muscles down there instinctively to keep them in place, but I could feel myself getting wetter and hotter. Lukas had been right about one element. It was going to be very distracting.
“You okay, sweets?” Lukas called through the door.
Slowly, I took another step, and then another, and unlocked it. As soon as he saw me, he took in the empty bag in one hand and my appearance. The corner of his mouth twitched up.
“You good?”
“For now, but it’s…different.” I tried to smile, but all I could think about was how turned on I already was.
“Good different?” He looked concerned and gently took my empty hand.
I nodded. “Good different.”
“In that case. Let’s go meet up with the others and find out where Sarai wants to take you.”
CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
I could feel everything moving inside me as Lukas led me back downstairs, and the sensation was incredibly distracting. I’d taken his hand, although I didn’t squeeze it. The slight smirk on his face and the way he kept looking my way had me sure that I was showing my reaction to the kinky secret we had.
“You’ll get used to it,” he whispered in my ear as we descended in the elevator. I wasn’t sure I agreed with him, feeling as if I had to clench every pelvic muscle I had to stop them falling out. Slowly, I relaxed a little, however.
As much as they moved while I walked and it was extremely erotic to feel them doing so, as soon as I was standing in one place for a moment, everything calmed down and I could catch my breath and recover. Maybe this wouldn’t be too bad after all.
With Lukas knowing they were inside me, there was a whole second factor to this game, however. He was watching me and my every move. That made it even more interesting—knowing that he was the instigator.
In the past, if anyone had suggested something like this to me, I think I would have been terrified and outright said no, but this had been a suggestion designed to help me not be worried about the opinions and conversations with rich people here. And it was already sort of working.
Instead of thinking about what they might think of my clothes or anything else like that, I was thinking about my pussy and how the balls inside it might fall out if I wasn’t careful and how ready I was going to be later in the day for Lukas to have his way with me.
And I think we both knew that later that day, he was going to have his way with me.
“There you two are. Are you ready for some fun?” Sarai smiled and came over to us. It was enough to make me flush a little, as I wondered if she would be able to pick up on the difference in me, but she looked between us and then at Richard, who was trailing a little way behind her.
“Why don’t we wander the gardens, check out the pool, and then I’ll get us dinner at the clubhouse?”
All of us nodded at Sarai’s suggestions, knowing that we were expected to agree. It was phrased like a question and sounded like a question, but unless there was a really good reason to say no, we weren’t supposed to.
Most of the time, it amused me that she was so forthright, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to walk around the gardens while I had balls jiggling inside me. I knew this was the plan, though. We’d already walked through most of the resort toward the gardens, and all I had taken in was that Lukas kept close to me, and I had his hand in mine.
Sarai talked about the drive, who she hoped might be here this weekend, and how excited Richard was to watch the game in two days’ time. I wasn’t sure if he was as enthusiastic as Sarai made him sound, but he seemed willing enough to let her declare it of him. And while she chatted, I relaxed and got used to having Lukas toy with me in secret.
Thankfully, Sarai and Richard both grew tired of the gardens fairly quickly, and we soon went in for dinner. On the way there, another group of people found us and appeared to recognize my three companions. I swallowed hard, not sure I wanted to make polite conversation with strangers, especially when two of them were very beautiful women and better dressed than I was, even after Lukas had dressed me up as his rich girlfriend.
There were two men in the group as well, and one of them approached us.
“Richard and Sarai, two of my favorite people. And Lukas. Don’t often see you out of Chicago these days. How are you doing?” the more forward man asked, hugging Sarai and shaking hands with Richard before he looked at me and Lukas.
Lukas didn’t shake hands but smiled and motioned to me.
“This is Kit. She’s working with us on the latest project and is a very talented interior designer.” Lukas gave me a wink. “This is James and...”
“Oh, forgive me. This is Charisma and…Janet.” James motioned to the two women behind him, clearly struggling with the name of the second. I caught the expression on her face and she didn’t look happy about it, but he moved right on and indicated the other man with him, a tall black gentleman wearing the most amazing suit I’d ever seen.
He wasn’t wearing the usual blacks and blues that everyone else did, but a deep red sort of color, and it made him stand out. I smiled at him, disarmed by his intense gaze and the way he reached past his friend to shake hands.
“I’m Peter. Nice to meet all of you. James is a good friend of mine, and he said he’d introduce me to some wonderful people. I already feel so blessed to be here.”
It was a surprise for someone in these circles to seem so genuinely warm, and for a moment, I could only stare in shock.
“Are you fine folks about to have dinner?” James asked.
Sarai nodded before anyone could deny the intention.
“Wonderful. Come sit with us. I insist. It’s not every day I get to sit with such good people.”
No one argued, although Lukas reached for my hand again and then pulled me in even closer to him. I shifted happily, enjoying the feel of his arm around me. Standing still and having a conversation had distracted me from the objects inside me, but as soon as I took the first step and they jiggled again, I had to fight back a squeak of shock.
I stifled it but I was fairly sure that Lukas heard it. He gave my hand a squeeze and glanced my way. I leaned into him to let him know that I was okay and so far so good.
Sarai fell in beside James, much to the annoyance of Charisma and Janet, who kept looking between each other and then over at the rest of us. I had no doubt they were hoping to have his attention to themselves from the way they were acting, but Lukas was right, I didn’t mind so much.
Part of the change was being so obviously with Lukas, but I was also enjoying our secret. Lukas had helped me in every way he’d promised, and after the way he’d responded to my anxiety this morning I felt even safer with him than before. There were definite perks to having a dom, especially such an attentive one.
Once again, I squeezed my thighs together, as much in anticipation for what was going to follow as because I needed to in order to keep things in place. I was getting wetter as we walked, and I knew I was going to need to sit down again if I wanted to keep calm and hold onto some level of control.
Lukas made sure I was sitting next to him, pulling my chair out for me and sliding it in once I sat. Relief swept through me. I had made it to dinner, and I was in good company. I could relax.
CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
Lukas
Although I didn’t appreciate every person at the table, I did enjoy knowing Kit was carrying a secret for us both. It had definitely given her more confidence. She was talking more animatedly with whoever conversed with her, and Sarai was doing her usual trick of forcing plenty of intermingling by moving around the table and getting everyone to shuffle.
It was amusing to see the reactions to it. Peter was taking it in his stride and also conversing with whoever he was sitting beside, and Richard did his best, although it was clear he didn’t want Charisma and Janet sucking up to him, and while they continued to be polite, at least one of them wanted to spend all their time next to James.
From what I knew of the bachelor, both of them would be out of luck if they wanted anything more than a short fling. He liked having women around him, but he wouldn’t spend, and he didn’t usually tolerate insipid for long. Janet tried to talk to him for a short while, but he wasn’t interested.
Although both of them were well groomed, hair and nails immaculate and wearing figure-hugging dresses, they weren’t the thrill a good sub like Kit was proving to be. And I doubted that either of them had worked a hard day in their life. They were most certainly not my type.
As I found myself sitting next to James on one side and Richard on the other, with Kit moved to the other side of the table, for dessert I tried not to let it get to me that I had to make small talk with both of them. I liked Richard, but he began talking to Charisma on the other side of him, and that left me with James.
“Your current girl is cute. How long has she been around?” James asked, eyeing her up more than I’d have liked.
“She’s got a mind of her own, that one, but she’s been working for Sarai on the current project along with me. She’s sweet and relaxed. Not high maintenance. You know?” I knew that James didn’t. Not really. Every woman he chose was definitely high maintenance. The kind who would spend a fortune on beauty products and spa days.
James looked over at her a little longer and I tried to think of a way to distract him from her. The way he was looking at her made me uncomfortable.
“How did you meet Peter?” I asked when I noticed that was whom Kit was talking to.
“Business venture. Much like you. He’s in the business of helping creatives turn their talents into viable businesses. You said your girl was an interior designer?”
I nodded, both of us now staring at Peter and Kit as they talked. He was being very friendly to her and must have said something that made Kit laugh. The sound of her laugh was something I had always considered beautiful. Now, it was harsh and it drew attention.
Although I knew it wasn’t really wrong, I didn’t like the way Peter was talking to her. I wasn’t sure I wanted someone else helping her.
“If you don’t watch out, that one will try to steal her. Give her a career somewhere else and charm his way into her life instead. If you want her to continue looking up to you and worshiping at your feet, you might have to sweeten the deal. Or there’s one of my two. Both of them are…hot enough, if you know what I mean?”
“I get your drift, but I’m sure Kit knows what she’s doing. She’s a free woman, and if she thinks Peter is good for her career…or not, that is a decision she will make.”
James looked at me as if he couldn’t figure out whether to laugh or respond in some other way. I smiled and was grateful when the desserts arrived and interrupted. There was no way I was letting someone like James get under my skin, but I looked over at Kit again as a small chocolate cake was put in front of her.
As the waiter backed away, she looked at what she had been given—which I had ordered for her—and then she looked up at me. She gave me a slight smirk and fidgeted a little in her seat as if to remind me that she was still harboring our secret. My cock grew harder immediately. This whole thing was proving hot.
I just couldn’t be sure how much she really wanted me over anyone else. Had I given her a little too much confidence with the way I had been domming her? There was no way to be sure. I either had to trust her or not.
Thankfully James was quiet as he dug into his food. Then, Sarai, on the other side of him, drew his attention toward her. For a while, it gave me no one to talk to, and I took my time eating the pie I’d ordered while sneaking looks at Kit.
She was listening to Peter, but her attention appeared to be waning and I could see her growing more nervous, the familiar hand-rubbing showing once she finished her cake. Her companion seemed oblivious to it as he talked about something in a very animated fashion.
Finally, everyone was done eating and Sarai got up, deciding that she was done and wanted to go somewhere else. Before anyone could object, she hurried over to the nearest waiter and asked him to put the bill on her room tab.
James was the next to get to his feet, to go and profusely thank her and promise to pay for the next meal together. It was a lie, of course; some people were never the ones to pay. They avoided it by always waiting just long enough to see who else might pay.
It encouraged many of the rest of the party to get up and no doubt head somewhere to sit and drink until late. Kit stayed in her seat a little longer, and I couldn’t help but be aroused by her reluctance. She was remembering what would happen when she moved.
Her slower response gave me time to get around the table to her side, and I offered her my arm again. Although she still shifted slowly and tried to do so more smoothly and without jerking, she got to her feet and took my arm.
“Doing all right?” I asked, wanting to be sure she could handle more movement.
“For now. I think I might have to stop soon, depending on what your plans are for the rest of the evening.” Kit looked up at me with her big eyes and I wanted to respond that I was going to bend her over the table right where she was, pull the toy out myself and screw her so hard she forgot everything but my name. No matter who was watching us.
Of course, that’s not what I told her.
“I promised that it was up to you. If you have gone as long as you can, then stop. You have been wonderful so far and already trusted me with this experience enough that my only desire right now is to reward you and enjoy myself.”
She smiled up at me, warmth in her eyes, and I wished I could have gotten a window into what she was thinking. This day was turning out to be a bit of a rollercoaster. One minute all I could think about was what might happen between us later, and then we would have issues with something. She got emotional. I grew jealous.
It was always something that could be innocent. Might not be a problem, but it could also not be. And I was growing tired of the second-guessing. Sometimes I just wanted to let go and trust, enjoy what was in front of me.
Kit stayed close to me the whole way to the small lounge off the bar. It was quiet in here, most people still at dinner or doing their own activities elsewhere for the evening. I escorted Kit all the way over to a chair and made sure she was settled before I got us drinks. After Sarai had picked up the bill for dinner, I made sure the first round of drinks was on me.
I didn’t particularly want to be buying them for James and his three hangers-on, but it seemed they were part of the group for now. I could afford a few drinks as long as that’s all it was. And then I could take Kit to bed and enjoy her.
CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
By the time I had a round of drinks purchased and was bringing them back to the group, Peter was once more sitting beside Kit. She didn’t look entirely comfortable, but I couldn’t tell if that was the toy inside her or the man beside. Either way, I put the tray of drinks down and sat close on the other side of her.
I put my arm around her and it drew her attention. She shifted and smiled up at me again. Within a few seconds, she was leaning against me and looking a lot more comfortable. Peter looked between us a few times and then at the drinks.
“Thanks, man,” he said as he picked up his. “Kit here has been telling me how much she’s been loving working with you all. I confess that I don’t know much about your work, but I’m glad you’re all having so much fun and doing such a good job.”
Smiling as I often did in these sorts of situations, I lifted my glass and was polite back. I could manage that much when Kit’s body language was publicly declaring that she was mine.
Of course, in front of me, she couldn’t do much else.
Peter soon moved on, neither of us encouraging conversation with him, and it left the two of us with each other for company and a moment to talk.
