Promises Made (BBW Billionaire Romantic Erotica) (Vegas Billionaire) (6 page)

“Turn around,” he rasped.  She turned and wanted to look back over her shoulder to see what she could read in his face, but knew instinctively that she shouldn’t.

“God, you’re hot.  Face me and put your arms on top of your head.”

Elle couldn’t believe he had just said she was hot after seeing her naked.  She turned back to him, expecting to see the laughter in his eyes as he mocked her, but saw naked lust there instead.  She wrapped her arms over the top of her head, feeling her breasts lift and jut out as she did so.

“Oh yes, Elle.  That’s a good girl.  Now spread your legs apart some.” 

She moved to obey and saw the evidence of his arousal when he rose from the chair and came to where she stood.  He explored her body with his hands as she stood bared to him. She felt his thumbs brush across her nipples and inhaled sharply.  He stroked them slowly with his thumbs as he stared into her eyes.

“Very, very good girl.  I’m going back to my chair now and you’re going to climb up onto the bed, facing me.”

She moved to the bed, climbing on to it and tucking her knees beneath her.  She waited for his next instructions, wishing he would join her on the bed.

“
Not like that.  Lean back and spread your legs.  Touch yourself.”

Elle let out an involuntary moan at his command.  It was almost like her fantasy of a man so overcome with desire at watching her that he couldn’t control himself.  She quickly moved into position and spread herself open for him, her fingers stroking at the bare slit between her legs.

“Do you like this, Elle?  Do you like me watching you?”  He leaned forward in the chair, willing her to answer him.

“Yes,” she whispered hoarsely.  Her fingers spread the lips of her slit open, inviting his eyes into her most intimate depths.

“Tell me why you like it.  I want to hear you tell me.”

Her fingers found her clit as he watched her and she rubbed it in slow circles.  “Whenever I masturbate, I fantasize about a strange man watching me.  He gets so excited that he begins touching himself as I let him watch.”

“And does he fuck you, Elle?  Do you let this strange man fuck you?”  He was breathing more heavily now as he talked to her, his eyes locked between her legs.

“No, I’ve never taken it that far.  He just watches me and touches himself.”  She felt her fingers growing wet as they explored her pussy under his gaze.

He stood from the chair and took off his jacket and shirt, then unzipped his jeans, releasing the thick shaft beneath.  Elle let out a long moan at the sight of it and spread her legs apart wider, inviting him between them.  He walked toward the bed, but only stood between her legs.

She looked down her body at his hard cock and he wrapped a large hand around it, squeezing it and rubbing up and down the shaft.  He was just inches from her and his arm brushed against her thigh with each stroke. 

“Look at how hard you’ve made my cock, Elle.  Do you think I’ll be able to control myself and just jerk off over you, or do you think I’ll give into my urge to slide it into your wet little cunt?”

His words inflamed her and  she felt pressure begin to build in her body as an orgasm approached.  She lifted her hips from the bed and began fingering herself frantically, trying to push herself over the edge.  He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from her body.

“That’s my pussy, Elle.  It doesn’t get to do that until I allow it.” 

She panted as she lay there, close to the edge but unable to reach it without the added sensation of her hand.  Her frustration was enormous and she whimpered, searching his face for any sign of compassion for the state he had left her in.  He gave her a slow smile, boyish charm replaced by something more intense.

He leaned forward and the head of his cock brushed against her clit as he stroked himself.  It was pure torture for Elle and she thought she would scream.  The touch was feather light and just enough to keep her at the edge, but not enough to push her over.  It was as if the man from her fantasy had come to life and decided to show her what she had made him feel.

“Mmm, Elle.  I love looking at your body. 
I’ve wanted to do this to you since you first walked into that office.   I spent my entire day wondering what you looked like under that prim suit you wore.  The reality is much better than the fantasy.”

He increased the speed of his strokes as he spoke to her, and she felt the head of his cock rubbing against her clit with more pressure now.  She pushed her hips against it, expecting him to pull it away at any moment and deprive her of the orgasm she so desperately sought.

Anders waited until he breathing began to grow ragged and her eyes closed, knowing she was very close.  “Open your eyes, Elle.  Open them or I’ll stop.”

She opened her eyes and found him watching her face.  The strong muscles in his arm and shoulders flexed as he stroked himself over her body.  Locking his eyes with hers, he entered her in one smooth motion, pressing himself deep into her body. 

“Now, Elle.  I want you to come now.”

She responded to the combination of words and sensations by screaming, spasms pulsing through her pussy in intense waves.  His hands went to her hips, holding them tight as he pushed her through the orgasm, his cock thrusting in and out of her in steady strokes.  She felt his hands tighten almost painfully on her hips as he gave a final, shuddering thrust and his shaft twitched inside her.

She lay back on the bed gasping for breath as she felt him withdraw from her body.  He climbed into the bed beside her and kissed her forehead, stroking her hair back with one hand as he did.  She looked up at him and saw an almost tender look in his eyes for a moment.

“Did you enjoy that?”  He asked her, looking at her curiously.

Elle nodded.  It was better than she could have imagined, and she told him that.  He laughed.  “That was only the beginning, Elle.  Just remember what you promised and we can continue this another day.”

She wasn’t sure if he wanted her to stay here with him, but he gathered up her clothing and handed it to her, answering her unspoken question.  She quickly dressed and started to leave, but he stopped her. 

“I meant what I said, Elle.  You were better in person than you were in my fantasy.  There is a lot more that I want to do with you.  I’ll have Finn arrange it and send you the times.”

He kissed her gently, then walked her to the door. 

*****

The flowers began arriving shortly after she made it to her office the next morning.  She had lost count of how many bouquets he sent, but it seemed he was going through one of each kind of flower the hotel florists had in stock.  They had run out of room on her desk a long time ago, and had started placing them on top of cabinets and in any open floor space they could find.

Julien walked into her office and let out a low whistle.  “I’m going to take it that means things went well.  Permit me to be the first to say, I told you so.”

She tossed a pen at him and laughed.  Things had gone well, but apparently she hadn’t realized quite how well Anders had thought it went until her office turned into a flower garden.  She had no idea how she was going to explain any of this to Julien.  She knew the strip club would sound crazy.  He had known her for a long time, and knew she was pretty reserved about that kind of thing.

“I am taking you to lunch.  Judging by the number of flowers you have in here, whatever happened last night will have left you needing your strength for the nights to come.”  He gave her a mock leer and wiggled his eyebrows.

“Oh hush, Julien. 
If you’re buying lunch, I want to go to Modela,” she said, mentioning the high end Italian restaurant located off the casino.

“That’s how it is then.  Consorting with billionaires has left you with expensive tastes.  Fine, Modela it is.  At least their lunch menu won’t leave me destitute.” 

“Billionaires?” Elle asked, looking slightly confused.  “I mean, I know he’s wealthy but is he wealthy wealthy?”

“You still have no idea who he is, do you?  His company owns controlling shares of at least 25 of the top 200 corporations in the US and Europe.  So yes, I suppose he is ‘wealthy wealthy’ as you so eloquently put it.”

Elle considered whether or not that changed anything for her and decided it didn’t.  She wasn’t interested in him for his money.  With that body and personality, he could have been a janitor and she would have jumped on him.  She followed Julien out the door, feeling like she was floating on a cloud as they walked to the restaurant.

Once they were seated
and their food arrived
, her friend looked at her expectantly.  “What?” She asked, knowing what he wanted, but feeling the need to be prompted before spilling it all.

“Elle.  I could strangle you.  Tell your dear friend Julien all the juicy details.”

She recounted the night with Anders, omitting a few of the details like the promise she had made to him, and the way he had fulfilled her favorite fantasy.  Julien listened in rapt attention, urging her to continue when she paused to recount the events.

“My precious Elle got turned on by a stripper.  Who would have known?”  He laughed and took her hands in his own.  “I am so happy for you.  You deserve to have fun
, and lots of hot sex.  Especially lots of hot sex.”

She grinned at him and speared a fork into her pasta.  “He liked my body.”  She blushed, as if that were the most intimate detail of all.

Julien shook his head and smiled.  “Of course he did, Elle.  I’ve been telling you for years that you’re gorgeous.  You just never bothered to listen.”

“I guess I was convinced that if my own boyfriend didn’t find me attractive, there must have been something majorly wrong with me,” she said, eye misting at the memory of how bad he had always made her feel.

Julien sighed.  “There was nothing wrong with you that getting rid of 185 pounds of Ryan wouldn’t have fixed.  And now you’ve done that and can move on.  With a billionaire.  A hot billionaire.  A hot billionaire that loves your body and fills your office with flowers.  When are you going to see him again?”

Elle pulled a small card out of her purse and handed it to Julien.  He read it and raised an eyebrow.  “Well, that’s cryptic.”

She nodded.  She had read the card hundreds of times this morning looking for some clue, but it only said, “Be ready, and remember.”

“That’s actually kind of fun though.  I think I’m going to send something like that to Aiden, and let him suffer in anticipation of my arrival.” 

Elle knew better.  Julien and Aiden had a great relationship, and had been together for a number of years.  Their relationship was the kind that she aspired to have someday.  Great communication and an unbreakable bond.  Aiden was more likely to daydream about Julien’s arrival than suffer.

He handed the card back to her, and picked up the bill, slipping his credit card into the slim leather case that held it.  The server picked it up, then returned with his card and the signature slip.  Julien signed and left a healthy tip.  Working in the service industry for years had left both of them with a strong need to
leave large tips.  They both knew how disheartening it was to work hard and be stiffed.

They walked down one of the back hallways, taking a path that would let them skirt around the casino floor on the way back to their offices.  The hallway led through the rooms used for conferences, and a large crowd was spilling from one.  She had no idea what the conference had been for, but most of the attendees were wearing silly hats. 

They dodged around the crowds, weaving their way through the hall when one of the other conference rooms opened up.  She stood in shock as Anders walked out, followed by Ryan.  The two men had a brief conversation and then shook hands.  They hadn’t seen her, and she dodged into the crowd, avoiding their notice.

Julien watched everything with his usual calm, then gathered up Elle after Anders and Ryan had left through the opposite hallway.  They finished the rest of the trip to her office in silence, until she was safely behind a closed door.