Billionaire Games (Taboo Bareback Romance Novella) Page 4

  Well, if there was any doubt left in her mind about what might be going on that was all gone now. Some stranger was about to pay an obscene amount of money for the right to fuck her with a golden dildo in front of a bunch of people, including her mother and step-father. She would have thought maybe it was a dream if her body weren’t so full of nervous energy. And the thought of a rich man putting that huge dildo in her was starting to make her more than a little wet between the legs.

  Mr. Donovan said, “Do I have two-hundred thousand?”

  Bill raised his number 4.

  “Yes, sir, Number 4. Do I have two-fifty?”

  Next to Bill, the man she believed to be the Senator raised his number 5.

  “Number 5 jumps in with two-hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”

  Before Mr. Donovan could call for the next amount, Bill raised his number 4.

  “That’s three-hundred thousand to Number 4.”

  Haley couldn’t believe there was a bidding war going on between these two men for her and her pussy tingled at being desired by people with so much money and power.

  “Number 5? Will you go to three-fifty sir? How often does one get the chance to use a gold plated sexual implement on a Siberian virgin. Well, perhaps that’s a common occurrence for the gentleman with number 5.” That got a laugh from the audience.

  He smiled and seemed to think about it for a moment, then very subtly raised his number.

  “Yes, sir. We have three-hundred and fifty thousand. Do I hear four-hundred?”

  Haley would much rather the Senator not win. When she spoke with him earlier in the night he really creeped her out with the way he was looking at her. Not that she minded attention from older men. It’s just the way he was going about it. There was something about him that really didn’t sit well with her.

  Bill came to her rescue by raising his number 4 and shouting “Six-hundred.”

  The audience applauded and Mr. Donovan said, “Six-hundred thousand from the gentleman with the refined taste.”

  The Senator was frowning next to him and looked like he had no intention of continuing to bid.

  “That’s six-hundred thousand. Going once, ladies and gentleman. Going twice. No takers?” Mr. Donovan scanned the room quickly then shouted, “Sold! To the gentleman with the number 4. Come up to the stage and claim your prize sir.”

  Bill jumped up from his seat and climbed the stairs to the stage. He turned to the audience and took a bow, seeming to enjoy being in the limelight. He took his tuxedo jacket off and handed it to the half-nude black man. The maid held the box out to him and he scooped the dildo out, holding it up to the audience as if it were a trophy.

  Haley watched all this, sitting indian-style on the platform, unsure of what she should be doing.

  Bill came over, holding the large dildo, and took her hand in his then whispered in her ear, “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” The smell of cigars and whiskey still on him from before. He put his hand on her shoulder and tugged back lightly so that she would lay on her back.

  The metal platform was chilly against her naked skin. She laid flat against it, perpendicular to the audience so that they had a side view of her, with her legs outstretched and squeezed tightly together. Then she took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm her heart rate. Did Bill even know it was her? How could he unless Daddy told him. He probably had, she decided. They told each other everything.

  Bill walked around the table slowly, tracing his finger from her shoulder, down her arm, over her protruding hip bone, making her twitch as he passed over that sensitive area. He moved on to her thigh tracing the entire contour of her leg, over her knee, down her shin and finally over her feet before resting his hand on her toes at the end of the table, looking at her, smiling. He set the dildo down on the metal surface, making a clicking sound as it made contact. Wrapping his large hands around her ankles, he began to pull her towards him.

  The reflective metal surface of the platform and her naked skin didn’t make for much of a slide so she had to walk her butt side to side towards him to avoid being painfully dragged across it. But then her ass was right next to the edge of the platform, her legs were stretched out on either side of Bill who was still holding her ankles.

  Now her sex was definitely wet. The same way she’d felt earlier when sucking his cock. She could see the outline of his hard dick in his pants again. Only this time he was going to make her come instead of the other way around and her pussy gushed and quivered in anticipation. Having everyone’s eyes on her only added to the excitement. There wasn’t a single noise coming from the audience now. Not even a cough.

  Bill put her feet back down on the table by her ass so that her knees were still in the air, then picked up the dildo from next to her. It looked heavy in his hand. He walked around again towards her head, tracing his finger back up her leg, brushing his finger over her moist slit this time causing a faint moan to escape her lips through the opening in the leather mask. His finger moved deftly over her flat stomach, up through the middle of her breasts, allowing his palm to touch her hard nipple before his hand stopped on her chin. Opening her mouth with his hand, he held the dildo over his crotch then gently pulled her head towards him.

  She opened her mouth wide and let the tip of the massive, metal object slide in. Only now did she appreciate just how large the thing was. Bill had a pretty good sized dick. She knew that from experience. But this thing was much larger.

  Bill was careful not to hit her teeth with it and only put the thing in her mouth a little ways. When he brought it out she licked her tongue all around it, looking up at him, then moaned and kissed the tip of it.

  He dragged the tip down the center of her body, letting her feel how heavy it was. Another moan as it briefly made contact with the glistening lips between her spread legs. Then down the inside of her thigh. The grin on his face telling her how much he was enjoying teasing her.

  Her pussy ached and she wanted him to penetrate her, forgetting all about the dozens of people watching intently.

  Standing between her legs he brought the tip of the dildo to her moist opening, holding it steady.

  “Please,” she whispered, “fuck me.”

  Slowly, he ran the thick metal along her slit, and up to her swollen clitoris, circling it several times, causing her to moan and shift her hips around on the table. This man new what he was doing. He gently rubbed her sensitive clit, increasing the speed and intensity as she moaned louder. Then when she was close to the edge he pulled it back away, chuckling to himself.

  “Please,” she said, “I need you inside me.”

  Mr. Donovan, observing from a respectful distance, announced to the crowd that the virgin requests the gentleman inside her, but alas, that ultimate, carnal act was not covered in the price of this item, so she’ll have to settle for the gold-plated toy instead.

  Bill was smiling, enjoying watching her squirm before him. He took the dildo and put it in front of his crotch as though it was his massive cock and balls, and pressed against her opening again. This time he slowly increased the pressure against her, looking down at her shaved cunt while he pushed, until the head slid inside her.

  It was larger than anything she’d had in their before and she inhaled sharply as it slid in, opening her legs as wide as they would go. It was like it might tear her in half if she didn’t remain concentrated on taking it in. She moaned loud enough for the audience to hear as Bill slid the thing deeper inside her.

  “You like that, don’t you?” Bill said.

  She nodded her head, bit her lip.

  He kept sliding until it was as far as it would go and he held it there for a moment, letting her get used to the massive cock.

  She grabbed the edge of the platform with one hand, steadying herself against the huge implement penetrating her.

  Bill reached up and grabbed her breast then started fucking her slowly with the dildo, squeezing her nipple as he did it, slowly increasing the tempo of his t
hrusts.

  It was like nothing she’d ever felt sexually. There was some pain but it was mixed with an extreme feeling of excitement driven partially by the physical act being performed on her but also by being somewhat, if not completely, out of control of the situation. She was free to simply let go and give herself over to whatever they had in store for her. Right now that meant being fucked senseless by a golden cock controlled by this sexy billionaire on top of her.

  Holding onto her thigh for leverage, he thrusted hard into her now and she moaned, nearly screamed, in pleasure.

  “Oh my god,” she said. “I’m about to come.”

  He reached down with his free hand and rubbed her clit as the dildo drove deep inside her tight pussy. The soft walls of her womb wrapped tightly around it, guiding it in like a torpedo perfectly engineered to fit into a submarine bay. Then she was at the edge and as the head of the dildo hit the back of her pussy, a spot so sensitive and nearly untouched by her previous lovers, her body arched and she was enveloped in the powerful and charged feeling of the orgasm sweeping over her.

  She moaned and moaned; her cries of ecstasy projected out over the rapt audience.

  When she finished, Bill slowly removed the dildo from her. He towered over her, looking at her young naked body before placing the toy on the platform next to her. Then he walked up to her head, looking down at her.

  As she tried to let her breathing come back to normal, she turned her head to him and saw the outline of his excited cock through his pants. She wanted to reach out and grasp it, thank him for making her come so hard.

  But before she could he leaned down and kissed her lips. She opened her mouth to let his tongue inside but he pulled away from her. “Until next time,” he said. Then he took his jacket from the black man and said something in Mr. Donovan’s ear before returning to his seat as the audience broke out in applause.

  Mr. Donovan, holding his hands up for quiet, said, “Number 4 wishes to make a gift of the golden phallus to the young Nadia. I’m sure she appreciates it, sir.”

  The audience applauded again and she got up off her back and sat on her legs, facing them, most of her nervousness gone now. Bill must have fucked it out of her. The endorphins from the orgasm coursed through her bloodstream, giving a calming effect. She looked at the huge golden dildo at the end of the table and wondered how much it was worth. Knowing her father it was probably worth a small fortune. And now it was hers.

  Mr. Donovan said, “And now for the second item up for auction.” He looked down at the card. “For this we shall involve the services of Desta, the African prince. That is if the lady has recovered enough to assist…” He looked to her as if asking if she agreed.

  She wasn’t sure what she was agreeing to or if she even really had a choice but she nodded her head and he continued.

  “Wonderful. Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the next item will enjoy an up-close view of the Siberian virgin fellating her ebony beau. There can be only one winner but I assure you, he’s so large that any seat in the house is practically an up-close view.”

  The audience laughed.

  Looking at his card again before saying, “And ladies and gentlemen, it says here the winner will be allowed to decide where the gentleman deposits his hefty load. You can get creative with this one folks. It doesn’t have to be on or in the lady. You yourself could be the recipient of his fine African seed if you so desire. Remember, tonight is a night of exploration. We only ask that your choice involves no vaginal or anal penetration of the virgin.”

  That brought a few mock boos from the crowd followed by scattered laughter.

  Mr. Donovan held up his hands. “I know, I know. But don’t worry my fiendish friends, the penetration will come later. I promise." He looked at his cards again. "Okay, we’ll start the bidding out once again at two-hundred thousand. And remember, all proceeds go to educating underprivileged youth so you may give yourself permission to participate guilt-free. Do I have two-hundred thousand?”

  Chapter 7

  The bidding went around to several people before it was finally down to just two: an Asian gentleman in the back and an older, rather large, white woman in the front row. In the end, at seven-hundred and fifty thousand, she was forced to bow out, obviously disappointed. The Asian jumped from his seat, pumping his fist in the air when Mr. Donovan said he won.

  The man made his way to the stage. It took quite some time because as he went through the row, stepping over people's feet, he stopped to bow to every single person. When he finally got up on the stage he was grinning so wide Haley wondered if there might be something wrong with his face. He bowed to Mr. Donovan who returned the bow, then to the audience who laughed loudly, then to Desta who was trying hard to keep a straight face, and finally to Haley who, feeling more and more confident, simply covered her mouth and looked down, pretending to laugh in the stereotypical demure way that Japanese women do.

  Desta walked over and stood right next to her. She noticed the tattoo of a horse on his forearm and she suddenly realized where she knew him from. It was Tyrese. He managed Daddy’s stables and had taught her to ride.

  “Tyrese?” she whispered.

  He looked at her but she couldn’t see what his expression was because of his mask. But he was staring at her intently. He must be trying to figure out who she was. He came closer to her and she saw just how muscled his body was. His arms and legs looked so powerful, almost like the fine animals he bred for her father and his abs were perfectly defined so that she could see each individual ridge along his stomach.

  Leaning over and whispering, he said, “Who are you?”

  Should she tell him? What if he left and called off the whole show because he knew it was her. She would melt from embarrassment right there if that happened, she thought. But he had a right to know. Finally, she whispered back, “It’s Haley.”

  “Oh my god,” he said. “What are you doing?”

  “I… I’m not entirely sure.”

  “Does your father know it’s you up here?” he asked looking out into the audience at Daddy.

  “What do you think?” she said.

  He nodded slowly.

  “And what are you doing here?” she asked.

  He looked back at her then shrugged. “It’s easy money.”

  She wished she had more time to talk to him about it but Mr. Donovan started again.

  “Okay, Number 68, tell us where you would like Desta to deposit his load.”

  The man brought his hand up to his chin and rubbed it while he thought. He walked over to them, first looking at Desta, even squeezing his large bicep to the delight of the crowd. Then his eyes roamed over Jessica’s body, taking great care as he looked at each area.

  Mr. Donovan said, “Anywhere you want, sir, but we don’t have all night.” The audience laughed again causing the man to grin widely.

  When they’d quieted down he took one last look at Jessica’s body before turning to Mr. Donovan and yelling with his Asian accent, “On the titties!”

  “Okay, Desta,” Mr. Donovan said, “you heard the man, he wants it across the young ladies breasts.” The audience applauded.

  Tyrese leaned down to her and whispered, “I don’t know why you’re here or what’s going on but we can stop this right now. Just walk off the stage. I don’t care about the money.”

  “No,” she snapped back at him. “Absolutely not.” She had no intention of going against her father’s wishes at this point. If he wanted her to suck this man’s cock, she was going to do it. “Unless,” she said, “you’re too uncomfortable with it. I’m here on my own free will so don’t feel like I’m doing something I don’t want to be doing.”