Sloane: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance Novel (2 page)

“Is there a doorbell?” I asked.  “They’d probably never hear a knock.”

“Are you sure you’re alright with this?  Let me know if you want to go,” cautioned Jared.

“Yes, I’m fine.”  I looked over my shoulder at the vast black that brought us here.  He couldn’t ever tell when I was lying.

Jared found a doorbell and set off a beautiful set of chimes throughout the mansion.  In no more than thirty seconds the doors were opened by two ushers in black suits and white masks.  Jared handed them an invitation with our first names and in return was given two white masks of our own to wear.

We looked at each other inquisitively before strapping them to our heads.  So far the place seemed empty aside from the music which was growing louder.

The ushers showed us through a large entryway with marble floors.  Toward the back was another set of doors, and I quivered at what may laid behind them.  They each reached for a handle, pulled in unison and released us from our innocence.

Unfolding before our eyes was a ballroom filled with large tables, oversized sofas, and lined with half naked bodies in an array of erotic positions.  Couples were fucking, sucking, and some just jerking off to the scenes before them.  Jared reached for my hand and gave it a tight squeeze.  I knew there was no turning back.

I turned to an usher to ask what to do, but they were gone.  Jared took my hand and led me to a wall hidden in darkness. 

“Let’s just watch for now.  We’ll get a feeling of when it’s right to jump in.”  I agreed with his suggestion, and we moved into hiding. 

We stood there all of five minutes before I was spotted.  A short guy with a small gut and a hairy chest, his flaccid cock flapping between his chubby thighs, moved toward me.  I tried to look distracted by talking to Jared but when I turned to him he had his tongue down another woman’s throat.  I suddenly felt alone and terrified.

The short man took my hand and led me into the blindingly bright center of the ballroom.  There was an empty wood table with a sheet thrown across it.

I can’t believe this is happening
, I thought. 
I could say no.  Yeah I’ll just say no thanks and walk back over to Jared and say we need to leave
.  But I couldn’t utter a single sound.

The stranger stripped me down, laid me on my back, and spread my legs.  He wasted no time and was already lapping at my pussy like a madman.  I was aroused despite my disgust for him and despite my sudden feeling of abandonment.

I clenched my eyes tight and imagined Jared between my legs.  My cunt leaked and my clit ached as he tickled it with his tongue.

I can do this,
I thought,
just pretend it’s my loving husband.

I arched my back and placed my hands above my head, lifting my chest in the air.  The air wasn’t any warmer in here and my nipples stood tall like the spires on the roof.

I opened my eyes and peered into the darkness at the edge of the room.  Where I expected to see my husband was a strong, rugged man just watching at me.  His eyes glowed yellow beneath his mask and flickered like the lamps I noticed earlier above the gate.

I felt more violated by his gaze than I did with this stranger’s tongue in my pussy.  He smoked a cigar while watching me twitch under the head of another man.

This went on for a few minutes, until his cigar was out and he broke our gaze to dispose of it.  It was again just me and the man at the bottom of me.

“May I steal this young lady from you?” emanated a deep voice.  I turned my head to the right and there was the man who had been watching me.

No,
I thought. 
God, no. 
He was handsome, there’s no denying that, but his gaze and his secrecy already made me feel uncomfortable.  And he was strong, perhaps too strong.

“Of course,” said the stranger, “It’s your party.”

It was his party?
 
Was this his house?
  My heart thudded in my chest and my mind raced with questions, none of which concerned the location of my husband.  I had almost forgotten I came with anybody.

The stranger backed off of me and I laid there alone under the gaze of this strange, robust man.  He didn’t say a word or make a move.  He just stood there watching me. 

Feeling invaded, I sat up and clenched my legs together tightly, and squeezed my hands between my thighs.  What did he want with me? 

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I looked at the waxed wood floor and searched my mind for a way out. 

“There you are!” 

Jared! Thank goodness Jared!
  I looked up and saw him rushing toward me, naked and a half hard cock swinging left to right.

“Uhh, sir, this is my husband.”  I introduced the giant man with the giant house to Jared. 
This will save me for sure
, I thought. 
Jared will see I’m unhappy and insist on a solution
.

The stranger turned to Jared and said, “I hope you are enjoying my party tonight.”  I pleaded silently for Jared to say no and whisk me off to the car.

“Oh most definitely!” cried my stupid husband.

“Excellent,” said the host.  “I may hunt you two down later on, if you don’t mind.”  He turned to me, and through the slits in his mask I could see him wink before he turned to leave.

“Looks like you’re having fun!” exclaimed Jared.  I had never seen him so happy in our entire marriage. 

“I’m having a blast.”  I forced a smile.  I was pleased my admirer had left, but I still had a million questions circling my head.

Jared took my hand again and this time kept a firm hold.  I could tell he didn’t trust that I was having a good time.   I was surprised at his quickness to hook up with another woman, but I knew he wouldn’t abandon me for long.  I could always count on him.  That’s one of the things I loved most about him.

“Hey man, watch out!” shouted a couple as we pushed past to get back to the perimeter of the ballroom.  Some of the couples seemed too stoned to even notice us. 

My head was getting lighter as the night grew long, and the lights were terribly bright despite the darkness lining the walls.

“Let’s get a drink, shall we?” asked Jared.  He knew me too well.  A drink, or ten, is exactly what I needed in a situation like this.  Maybe eventually I could do this sober, but not tonight.

We grabbed a couple of whiskeys from the bartender.  We walked right past him on our way in but I hadn’t even noticed him.

The liquor slid through my lips and engulfed my tongue, cooling it against my hot breath.  I swallowed in a huge gulp and took another swish.  The drinks were strong and it wasn’t long before my head was spinning.

An hour or so had passed, Jared and I just drinking in the shadows of this swinger’s ball.  I already forgot my tits were hanging out for everyone to see.

We watched couples, threesomes, and foursomes form and tease and fuck each other for the whole hour.  Some of them never seemed to tire of the stimulation.

In the corner closest to us was a brunette with big tits, bouncing on some guy’s lap.  She seemed like she was on drugs, or their sex was just better than I’d ever had.  She moaned long and loud, like his cock was the greatest thing she’s ever felt. 

He kept his hands on her hips and switched between firmly thrusting her on his dick and lightly guiding her down at her own pace.  He seemed to slip in and out of what and who he was doing.

On the arm of their sofa laid a blonde’s head, as she was being pounded by a tall and lean man with a huge cock.  He stood, holding her hips against his, keeping her horizontal.  I watched, mesmerized, as her tits shook back and forth and sometimes even in circles.  She was quieter but still moaned in enjoyment from time to time.

I took another sip of whiskey and looked at Jared.  He was staring in the distance at a threesome with two men and a woman on a table.  I was shocked at what she could handle.  She had one cock down her throat and another in her cunt, all while lying on her side.  I was surprised at how much this particular scene was turning me on. 
Was it turning Jared on, too
, I wondered.

I looked down and saw his cock had a full erection and he was stroking it.  Oddly enough, I felt abandoned again.  I didn’t even consider masturbating in the shadows while watching another couple.  I’m not sure that’s something I’d even be comfortable with.

I reached between my legs with my fingers and felt a puddle forming in the crease of my pussy lips.  They almost breathed a gasp of air at the rescue of my fingertips.  I closed my eyes and traced my moist slit, up and down, and landing on my clit.  It burned at my touch and my cunt began to throb.

I continued to watch the threesome which had changed positions.  Now, the girl was bent over the table, fucked from behind by the cock that was in her mouth at the start, and the cock that was in her pussy was now in her mouth.  I moved my fingers to my mouth to taste my own cunt, and traced my lips with the sweet nectar, smelling a moment before parting my lips.

Just then the man with the small gut walked past the threesome toward the center of the room again with another woman.  My eyes followed him and watched him nearly trip over a pile of something beside the table.

Fuck
, I thought. 
Are those my clothes?

This revelation woke me from my drunken ecstasy and I disrupted Jared’s too.  I pointed out my clothes to him and tried talking over the music but he just nodded and smiled.  He didn’t understand a word I was saying.

I begrudgingly set down my drink and charged, naked, through piles of flesh pounding moist flesh and the moans formed a film around me.  I could almost feel them vibrating against my skin.  My tits rubbed frequently against a back, or a chest, in order to squeeze past. 

The last couple I needed to get past tried including me for a moment.  A redheaded woman grabbed my face and stuck her tongue in my mouth.  Her saliva was syrupy and almost succeeded at distracting me, but I continued.

I carefully maneuvered around the short man with the gut and his new find so he wouldn’t catch a glimpse of me.  I got on all fours and crawled on the side of the table to grab my clothes.  I breathed a sigh of relief when I managed to grab hold of them, but it didn’t last long.

“Back for more I see!” shouted the pudgy little man, while he fucked his new toy.  She waved at me and smiled.

“Just for my clothes,” I admitted.

“Aw, well that’s a shame!  I didn’t get to fuck you yet.  I’m a good lay,” he bragged.  He tried winking but drunkenly blinked both eyes instead.

I spun on my heels and high-tailed it out of the spotlight as quickly as I could manage.  It was much quicker getting out than in, which loosened me up a bit.

When I reached the sheltering edge of the ballroom I mindlessly dressed myself from head to toe. 

Once fully clothed, I made my way back to Jared and my drink only to find he was no longer there and my drink had been kicked over. 
This figures
, I thought, lowering my head in disappointment. 
Maybe I’ll just head out to the car and wait for Jared there.

I managed to exit the ballroom without anyone noticing, and I stood in the entry way trying to clear my head.  A fog was lifting and I studied the giant house. 
Maybe I’ll take a little tour
, I thought.  To my left I saw a set of stairs, one flight going up and the other down.  I was more interested in the one going down.

I slowly made my way to the marble steps, and placed my right hand on the gold rail against the wall.  It was cool and slick against my hot, sticky palm.  I welcomed the change.  I exhaled and began my descent down. 

The further I explored, the darker it got, and the stairs turned and revealed another flight down.  I had a mind to turn around, but lost it somewhere in my curiosity, and continued.  The light dimmed until it was as black as the trees outside.  Then I heard screaming.

My bones shook at the shrill voice that slipped under the only door.  It was a large wood door, similar to the ones in front but smaller.  I heard what sounded like metal chains clinking.

What the fuck is going on in there
? I wondered with my jaw dropped.  Then, all of a sudden, there was a deafening silence.  I waited a few minutes deciding whether to run or be the hero.  I stupidly chose to be the hero.

I rushed to the door and pulled it open.  Inside was a girl in a mask and a ball gag suspended from the ceiling with chains and leather ties.  A strong, robust man held her hips in his hands and pounded her hard and fast while she screamed and winced in pain.

I stood there uncertain of whether to run or try to step in.  I took too long to decide.

The strong man turned to face me, cock still buried deep in his prize, and in a firm, deep voice told me, “Get out.”  But my feet were frozen to the floor.  He pulled his monstrous cock from the girl and fastened his pants before turning around and approaching me.

Run!
I told myself. 
Why aren’t I running?

With every step he took toward me I became more glued to the floor until he was face to face with me and I recognized him as my admirer from earlier.  Fear flooded me as I realized who this dangerous man was.  He grabbed my wrists and pulled me through the doorway.