My Billionaire Step Dad Page 9

  Some bodies were clad in casual clothes and others rather nicely, and I turned my gaze to my own clothes- or what could barely pass as clothing. The top was white, nearly see-through, and I could see my firm nipples against the thin fabric. Nothing more than a bra that hung off my neck rather than my shoulders, the uncomfortable straps that would’ve wrapped around my back were absent. Only a light thong protected me from peering eyes, and I squared my shoulders as William’s hand gradually wandered to my butt as we made our way into the kitchen.

  “See? I told you, Risha- none of this is unusual here. You’ll be fine.” The assurance eased some tension in my gut, and I smiled small.

  “All that time as an exotic dancer paid off, I guess.” Leaving me as I spoke up past the ache in my throat, William opened the refrigerator to grab a bottle of wine. Unwrapping the cork with deft fingers, he shot me a knowing smile as I leaned on the bulky island in the middle of an ocean of tile.

  “I still don’t believe you were a stripper. You’ll have to prove it to me one of these days.” Remembering those days brought a frown to my face, and I almost regretted bringing it up. I enjoyed pole dancing well enough; it was a great way to stay fit since I didn’t exercise conventionally.

  But being a pole dancer and being a stripper were two very different things.

  “Maybe. Do you think Nash and Natalie liked me?” Changing the subject, I gratefully took the half full glass to take a deep gulp. The smooth, fruity flavor opened my throat, and instantly it was easier to breathe. Watching William nod firmly over the rim of my glass, my eyes narrowed from the sliver of disbelief that threaded through my chest.

  “They’re both the kind of people that would tell you if they didn’t like you, baby girl. True- they were a little struck by you, but don’t hold that against them. Speaking of which, here she is now.” Just as his gaze flickered behind me a low, appreciative whistle rang in my ears, and I twisted to spy Natalie swaying towards me. Her mask covered her face, but she couldn’t hide her pregnant belly.

  “Where’d you get that bra? I bet it’s super comfortable. Lately I’ve been going without because my boobs are getting bigger.” Scrunching up her face in discomfort, Natalie’s declaration drew my attention to her chest. Easily her lack of support was visible, and I reached absently to smooth a wrinkle in her lavender colored turtle neck.

  “Actually, my friend made it for me. She’s a seamstress at Cabanana Department. I don’t like bras either.” Her hands were on my chest before I even stopped talking, feeling the fabric and caressing the underside of my breasts where an elastic kept my bra in place. Stiffening at the sensation, I shot William a glare as he hid his laugh behind an obviously fake cough.

  “Can you ask her to make me some? What’s her name?”

  Our chat was short, and all the while Natalie shamelessly groped me. Her probing fingers sent sparks to dig into my abdomen, and by the time she drew back an uncomfortable, thick head blanketed me.

  “I have to go find Nash, but we’ll be there for your demonstration, Risha.” Leaving just as fast as she came, Natalie wandered out of the kitchen and around a corner before I let out a hot breath. My body burned even though her touch had been everything but sexual. Crossing my arm over my chest, I downed the rest of my wine before William came butt up against my back. Prying my forearm away, he palmed my breasts generously to pull a soft moan from my mouth.

  “To be fair, you touched her first, Risha. I admit I got a little jealous watching that.” Gasping when he ground his erection against my butt, I gripped the edge of the island to arch into his hands. “Bend over.”

  Complying without thought, I braced myself on the island as William slid his palm into my hair, pressing my cheek against the cool tile. Panting lightly, my body shuddered from his heavy touch dragging down my spine to caress my butt cheek. My heels scraped against the floor, legs widening to allow him to nestle against my backside.

  “Tell me something, baby girl. Does it turn you on knowing people are going to watch me fuck you?” Demanding and expectant, William’s question slithered into my ears to travel down, coiling in my abdomen. Licking my cracking lips, I took a shallow breath while my heart swelled in my chest.

  “Yes, Master.” I love saying that to him. Tapping my quivering cheek with his forefinger, William hummed, pleased, to tease his way to the flare of my thong. I love the way he pushes me.

  The dabbling I’d done in my short college stint couldn’t even be comparable.

  “Good- good… I’m glad. Close your eyes for me, baby girl. Focus.” Doing as I was told, I held myself in stiff anticipation when William stepped out from between my legs. His footfall was loud in my ears, pounding to the beat of my blood roaring, and my thighs quivered as a thin dribble wormed its way out of my panties. Everything beyond William fell away, and I gasped when he grabbed my wrists to pull them across the island. The clinking of shackles echoed around my skull, but I didn’t deny him.

  “Are you focusing, Risha?” Walking back around to me, William tapped my right butt cheek with his finger to send small shocks up my spine. When I didn’t answer, too focused, I took a breath in before his palm cracked against my globe. “Answer me!”

  “Yes! Yes, Master…!” Moaning loudly, I shuffled at the sting that traveled down my legs. Big hands pulled my cheeks apart, and I shuddered violently when William licked the offended spot.

  “Good. Don’t open your eyes.” My harsh pants filled the room, and I whimpered as callused fingers wrapped tightly around my thigh. Picking up my leg, William carefully pinned my calf to the side of the island before the familiar feel of leather slid along my skin. The strap had to have been a foot wide, stretching from my knee nearly to my ankle, and he secured it with buckles that clanked softly at the outskirts of my scope of comprehension.

  Easily fastening my left leg to the island, William grunted in appreciation of his own handiwork, and my heart thundered hard enough to send vibrations across the tiles under my chest. My feet no longer touched the ground, and I held my shackles to keep my weight off my hips. The urge to open my eyes was weak; I couldn’t see anything from my position anyway.

  “Count down from one thousand by seven.”

  “Nine hundred… ninety… three-e-e-eoh-h- Oh!” Crying out as William stroked my core outside my thong, I jerked against my restraints and bit down on my tongue. The heavy, unexpected contact tightened my core, and I whimpered before managing to relax my jaw. “Nine- nine hund-d-red… eight- eighty six-“

  “Don’t stop, baby girl.” Kissing my lower back, William’s command rattled my spine, and I moaned softly. My mind worked frantically, trying to figure out the next number in the sequence.

  “Nine hundred… seventy n- nine…” Circling my clit expertly with his middle finger, William’s free hand slipped up my back on the light sheen of sweat that coated my skin. Fisting a great handful of my hair, he pulled my head back with a low grunt.

  “Louder.”

  “Yes, Master… nine hundred seventy two-o-oh-!” My orgasm came up on me like a freight train under William’s trained hands, and I ground my teeth together. Pressure built behind my eyelids, and air filled my head as he continued to tease me with easy, light strokes. Arching my feet, I gasped at the sharp cramps that twisted my muscles.

  “Say the next number, Risha!” The harsh pants that ravaged my throat caught against the dry flesh at William’s agitated snap, and I heaved a big, loud, gulping breath. Trembling violently in the aftermath of my orgasm, I struggled to get back to reality when he swirled his fingers faster, rougher.

  “Nine hundred-… nine hundred sixty f- five…” A soft rustling echoed in my ears, and William grabbed my butt with both his hands. Gasping at the tight grip, I uttered the next set of numbers in a faint whisper before he ground his length against my weeping slit. The head of his rod burned my folds, sending a pulsing ache through me as my body readied for what was to come.

  Slowly easing into my channel, William’s gravelly groa
n mingled with my moan as he filled me completely. The smooth skin of his sack brushed against my clit, and I squeezed down on him. For a moment I forgot the numbers, and he pulled on my body as he thrust to the hilt.

  “Keep counting, Risha.” Grinding out the demand, William forced me back to the reality my orgasm threatened to whisk me away from. Blood pounding in my ears drowned out the sound of my voice, and I worked my heavy tongue against chattering teeth.

  “N- nine hun-n-ndred-… fif- fifty ei-eight-“

  Thrusting slowly, adoringly, William growled above the feeling of my heart beating hard, and I gasped and sputtered. He was gentle, letting his rod caress my walls before pulling back only to repeat the action. Dizziness hit me, spinning my mind until I didn’t know which way was up.

  But I didn’t open my eyes to find out.

  “Eight- eight-… eight h- hun-… eight hund-“ Laying limp on the island, I couldn’t find it in me to speak the words even though they rested on my dry, heavy tongue. The groan that filtered from my throat was weak, ending in a whimper that sounded of nothing but exhaustion. My abdomen ached from the force and frequency of my orgasms, and William carefully pulled out of me with a low grunt that caused the peach fuzz hairs of my back to stand up.

  “You lasted long, baby girl.” Draping himself over me, William whispered tenderly in my ear before placing a chaste kiss on my cheek. I didn’t have the energy to respond, and he didn’t seem to expect an answer as he carefully undid my shackles. “Nash-“

  “See, that was a work of art. I can see why you stopped, Will- I don’t think any of the others got to 804.” Hands worked to release my legs, but William’s carefully gathered me up. Only faintly did I register the applause around us, and I sagged against his chest. My shaking legs wouldn’t hold me, and my toes slipped and squelched on the wet tiles in futility.

  “Frank, can you help me get her upstairs?” Welts rose on my arms and chest at yet a third pair of hands, but I couldn’t form any words of protest. Wordlessly picked up with one muscular arm under my knees and another against my back, I let my head flop back with an involuntary shiver of disgust.

  “I didn’t think you had that kind of stamina left, Will. What’d she get to before you couldn’t hold back those old balls, huh?”

  “853.” Whatever else William said fell away, and somehow I cracked open my eyelids enough to make out his blurry form. Sweat laden down his hair and shimmered in his beard, and a ghost of a smile twitched at the corners of my mouth. The pure satisfaction radiating from his was brilliant in its intensity; even my burned out mind could realize that.

  Chapter Thirteen: Risha

  Gasping loudly, I jolted into a sitting position with my heart in my throat and trembling legs. A wave of nausea slammed into my gut, and I clamped my palms over my mouth even as the attack ebbed away just as quickly. Against my side William groaned, his hand searching up my back under my pajamas while I tried to get control of myself.

  “What- what? Baby girl, what’s wrong?” Husky and hoarse from sleep, his questions sent my mind whirling. My spotted gaze landed on my T-Rex stuffed toy, and I gulped down harshly before glancing down at him. We were in my bed, at my house, and against my pale bed sheets his entire body was outlined in silver that poured through the window.

  “I- I had a dream that a T-Rex tried to eat me… I’m going to get some water. I’ll be right back.” The lie tasted sour on my tongue, and I slipped out of bed to run my toes through my shag carpet on the way to the door. Clenching and releasing my fists, I ground my teeth together as I shut the door behind me only to head away from the stairs. Gently pushing open the barrier between my best friend and I, I padded quietly to her body sprawled in a tangled heap on her bed.

  For a moment I just stared, wondering if waking Cynthia was a good idea, but I shook it off before reaching out slowly to poke her face. Instantly her eyelids popped open, and I crossed my arms over my midsection as relief threatened to tear me at the seams.

  Cynthia had never been a heavy sleeper- anything could wake her up.

  Silently she slid out of bed, grabbing my hand to pull me out of her bedroom and towards the stairs I had so recently neglected. Worry sent tremors down my spine, and by the time we made it to the kitchen my eyes began to ache.

  “Do you want some wine?” Groggily posing her question, Cynthia hid a yawn behind her free hand before I shook my head. My wild hair fell in my face, and she furrowed her brows in question as she let go of my palm to run her fingers through her short mane. “What happened? Did you have the T-Rex nightmare again?”

  “I-…” Stepping close to Cynthia, I cleared my throat of its croak before whispering hoarsely. “I felt something.”

  For a long, tense moment her expression stayed confused, but the shock in her eyes spread through her face like lightning.

  “Shit- Risha, do you use condoms?” Quietly shaking my head, I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth as Cynthia wrapped her arms around me in a bear hug. Small, light tears fell from my eyes, but I couldn’t tell if they were from happiness or sorrow. The drops slid down her exposed shoulder, and I sniffled lightly as my brain started to catch up with my gut feelings.

  “My mom- she knew… she knew when she got pregnant- Cynthia, what if I’m pregnant?” My whisper trembled, and my lips wobbled dangerously while emotions clashed inside my tight chest to take possession of my heart.

  William wanted kids- it wasn’t a matter of his desire for that. But did he want them right now? It’s only been two weeks.

  “I know she knew. Risha, don’t be upset. This is a good thing- a great thing, even. You get to do what you’ve dreamed of doing since we were 15, and you get to do it with a great man. Don’t over think it, okay? I know you like to get all logical, try to rationalize and shit, but just- don’t this time.”

  “Too late.” My shaky response pulled a laugh from Cynthia, and she leaned back on her bare heels to smile at me. “It just- it hasn’t been long, you know? I’ve known him as long as you’ve known Martin, but you’re not in love.”

  “Why do you say that?” Holding me at arm’s length, Cynthia frowned lightly as my eyes widened at her words. “Just because we may not love each other in ten years, or 20 years, or six months from now doesn’t belittle what we feel right now. Not all love lasts into old age, and not all love needs a big, drawn out build up. That’s the great thing about it, Risha- it’s undefinable because there are so many definitions. Or- think of it this way-… the Christmas love movies we like to watch always have a happy ending. They don’t show what happens 15 years and four kids later, and you shouldn’t think so far ahead.”

  “But-“ Silently shaking her head, Cynthia cut me off with a soft sucking of her teeth.

  “What about what you want? You have a rich guy wrapped around your finger- problem one solved. You never have to work again. Plus, he wants kids. You want kids. Why not have kids together? Problem two solved. I mean, sure- sometimes you’ll want to punch his balls into his throat, and sometimes he’ll want to piss in your cereal, but that’s normal. That doesn’t mean you don’t love each other. He’s everything you’ve ever wanted in a man, and I know you’re everything he’s wanted in a woman.”

  A watery smile wormed onto my face, and I sniffled hard as Cynthia blew a big breath at me. I could always count on her, and that knowledge brought more tears to my eyes. Hugging her close to me, I took a deep inhale of her musky, mixed smell as her explanations circled in my mind.

  “You’re the best…” Mumbling softly, I pulled back to wipe away salty drops from my cheeks and push my palms into my eye sockets. The pressure caused color to burst behind my lids, and I blinked hard as Cynthia rubbed my shoulder soothingly. She was my best friend, my sister, and a fierce warmth spread through my chest and up into my head.

  “I know. You want to watch that docu-series you love and eat some toaster strudels?” Nodding dumbly, I let a yawn that popped the joints in my jaw before stretching my arms above my head.

>   “Yeah… I think that’ll get me back to sleep.”

  A sharp ding hours later yanked me into consciousness, and I groaned loudly as Cynthia shuffled against my front. Film wrappers crinkled loudly when I managed to swing my feet onto the floor, and I shook my head before spying an open can of seltzer water on the coffee table. Snatching the drink, I ignored the flat, bare fizz on my tongue to push myself to stand as that dinging sounded over and over again.

  Heavily stomping to the front door, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand before grabbing the knob to twist.

  “What do you want?” Dragging out my whine, I grunted when the door nearly hit me in the face. The freezing cold air that rushed at me rose goosebumps under my thin clothes, and I shivered before really catching sight of who was standing in front of me.

  My mother looked the same way she always had, and I pursed my lips together as anger heated my cheeks. Her make up was perfect; her hair was perfect; if I didn’t know better, I’d think she was the epitome of happy with her big, fake smile.

  “I can’t come see you, Marishka?” A sliver of disgust lodged between my shoulder blades, but Anna didn’t notice as she peered into my house. “Aren’t you going to let me in?”

  “You didn’t answer my question, Mom. What- do- you- want?” Speaking slowly, clearly, I crossed my arms over my chest to fight back the cold. My heating bill would be outrageous, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to invite my mother into my home when not only did I not want her here, but I had two men on the second floor still sound asleep and my best friend on the couch.

  “Is that any way to talk to your mother?” Widening at the annoyed snap, my eyes stung from the harsh breeze before my mother sighed heavily. “I need to talk to you.”

  Forcefully my mother pushed her way past me, and I sucked in a sharp breath full of her pretty, floral perfume. Her heels clicked hard against my floors, the sound echoing between my ears as I slowly reached for the door. Clenching my jaw tightly, I balled my free hand into a fist as I twisted. My front door slammed hard enough to shudder the house, and I sent a silent apology to my Albanian neighbors before storming towards the kitchen.