Billionaire Daredevil In Love

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On the way home, my feelings were a mixture of anger and surprise. I was angry at myself for being too confident that Clayton would help me, and surprised that I had not known better. He had spurned my request, as if it was the stupidest thing I could ever ask for. When I got home, I had worked myself into a small rage, and as the driver pulled up and parked the car, I got out, slamming the doors as I did.

“What?” I said to Clayton as I walked into his room, my hand on my waist.

“What?” He said back, an annoying simper on his face.

“You said you wanted me at home,” I said, my tone laced with indignation. “I’m here now, so what?”

“Well, for starters, you’re my wife,” he said. “My legally wedded wife, may I remind you. And I did not have you at home. Besides, I can call on you whenever I want. You should be at my beck and call.”

I knew the game he wanted to play, so I pulled a chair and sat down, my body leaning forwards, my eyes fixed on his.

“Got something you wanna say?” He said.

“Yes. I told you that I need a new job for Naomi. Why did you say no?”

He gave a little laugh and said, “I already told you, Nadine, that was not a part of the fucking contract; quit fussing about it.”

He made to stand up, and as he did I shoved him back on the bed.

“Stay right fucking there,” I said, my voice heavy with audacity.

He looked stunned for a second but quickly recovered himself. He lay still on the big bed, resting on his elbows, his lips parted a little.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Nadine?” He said, his voice gentler than I had thought it would be. “Have you lost your fucking mind?!?!”

I knew his game so I wanted to play it, too. I slowly took off my clothes while he watched, a coquettish smile on my face, my eyes on his eyes, and I watched as his expression shifted from mild anger to intensifying arousal.

“You always have your way, Clayton,” I said in the softest voice. “But now, it’s time for me to have mine.”

“Wha-what do you mean by that?” He stuttered.

“I can turn the tables, Clayton,” I said. “I can bend the rules.”

I knelt before him and unzipped his trousers. I pulled his limp penis out, spat on it and started to stroke gently. When I put it into my mouth he tossed his head backwards and let out a groan. I knew it was working. I kept on with it until his penis grew to full length in my mouth and I kept on slurping on it.

“Yes, baby,” he said aloud, stroking my hair. “Don’t fucking stop.”

I continued until he climaxed and ejaculated in my mouth with a very loud groan, so loud I hoped it would not alert the servants.

“You like that?” I said with a mouth dripping with semen, my face spread out in a smile.

“That was fucking good,” he said. “I didn’t know you were so good with blowjobs.”

“I am good with everything and anything you want,” I said, as I began stroking his penis again, “just as long as you give me a little of what I want.”

“And what is that?” He asked.

“I already said I want a job for Naomi,” I said. “That isn’t too much to ask, is it?”

“Well-” he began.

I didn’t allow him to speak. I climbed onto his body, slid his penis into my vagina and began to roll my waist on it. The look on his eyes was that of ecstasy, pure and unbridled ecstasy.

“You like that, don’t you?” I said as I continued to ride him.

“Fuck yeah, baby,” he said in between groans. “Don’t stop. Don’t. You. Stop.”

I rode him, and after a while, looked deep in his eyes, my hand around his throat in a light grip.

“Is Naomi going to get the job or not?” I said in an intense voice, my riding slowed.

“Don’t stop,” he begged. “Don’t stop, Nadine.”

“Answer me, Clayton,” I said, raising my voice a little. “Is she getting the job or not?”

I saw his resolve melt in his eyes and I knew I had won.

“Okay, fine, she will get the fucking job,” he said. “Just, please, don’t fucking stop.”

I smiled to myself and rode him until he reached a climax again and ejaculated inside of me.

I got off of him and went out of the room, knowing my job was done.

Clayton:

Nadine had managed to make me go against my will, to soften me. Never had I had sex that intense, so full of power and lust. I usually liked to take control, but Nadine did a perfect job on top of me; it was ecstatic. No one had ever fucked me like that, in a way that combined bliss with rawness, no one, not even Natasha. She came back in half an hour, still scantily clad.

“So?” She said, twirling the glass she held in her left hand. I wondered what was in it.

“So,” I said. “A deal is a deal. I’m a fucking business man, and I’m a man of my words. I will get her the job.”

She nodded and I saw her smile.

“Thank you,” she said and turned to leave.

“Wait,” I said, and she stopped.

“You, too,” I told her. “You need to get a fucking job, or at least find yourself some work to do.”

She turned to face me and walked slowly to where I stood, placing one foot after another in what became a spell that I was enthralled by.

“Why do I need to work?” She asked. “I already have you.”