Billionaire's Bed by luisavilaok (romantic story to read txt) 📗

“I have to confess something to you.”

For some reason, Leonardo's words sound terribly threatening to me as he speaks to me in a harsh tone as we climb the steps that lead to the Clarity building where the tycoons' feast will be held. We have not been able to be together since he has been going from meeting to meeting since lunch until a few minutes ago when he came home to take a quick shower and I waited for him on the hotel terrace having a drink. I didn't want to tempt myself by having him around, but my head hasn't stopped turning over the matter we have to talk about and I don't feel that I have enough tools to go ahead without raising it.

Will it have to do with that? Will he have confronted my psychologist? There is something called doctor-patient privilege and I hope she has not violated it. What if he offered to pay her?

Wow, the options are heaps.

I've also been visiting other malls and workshops to get inspired ideas to put into action. Which has also been excellent as an excuse to avoid the blessed moment alone.

"Y-yes?" I turn to him. “Don't tell me you're gay or come at me with something like that now” my joking side comes out as a result of the tension. “Well, whatever happens, know that I'll have your back.”

“Ha. None of that” he decrees.

“Oh no? So… Hmmm, bisexual?”

“No, but I've been with bisexual girls.”

“At the same time?”

He smiles at me and announces himself to the receptionist in the building. She points to the floor and I'm left thinking that maybe she didn't want to know the fact that he's had some kind of orgy with bisexual women.

Because the first question that pops into my head is about their hygiene and sexual health, which look very good and that is probably accompanied by their health policies in general, but it also makes me wonder if I would be up to what his sexual appetite would demand from now on to think about being formally the partner with whom he seeks to exhibit himself.

"Through that elevator, you will arrive directly at the Auditorium," decrees the girl with huge eyes like blue gems, pointing.

Now, stop making eyes at my man, bitch.

When we leave, I perceive that he lowers me to the side and as we enter the elevator I choose to ask Leonardo:

“Well, what was that urgent thing you had to tell me about?”

He closes the elevator doors while the mirrored walls give us our reflection: my short blue dress with precious stones, my own design that I always wanted to wear, but that I had saved for some occasion in the options folder of my computer and, of course, on the other hand, him with his statuesque height and his gleaming black luxury tuxedo.

“I just wanted to tell you that I'm fucking jealous and at the same time horny as you can't imagine seeing how that dress looks on you.”

His hand smacks me and grabs onto my buttock as if he's reaching out with his claws and might rip a chunk out of me.

Once the elevator doors have closed, of course.

Although a part of me warns me that I would have done it anyway even with the doors open.

"Ouch!" I complain.

At least it hasn't been about extorting money from my psychologist.

"Did it hurt?" he asks me.

I'm not sure...because I liked it too.

"A little," I reply.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he murmurs like a purring feline and slides his hand caressing my burning buttock after his spanking.

Gosh, he's driving me crazy.

"Wh...what...are you...doing?" I ask him stammering tensely watching the elevator numbers go by and fearing that it could stop at any moment for someone to enter.

“Caressing you, you told me that it hurt.”

“Oh…”

His fingers.

His fingers have just grazed a very sensitive spot between my legs just below my buttocks.

"Mmmm, don't…don't do th…that," I murmur, my voice low.

"You don't seem to dislike it."

Then he slowly removes his hand and the elevator stops. He stands behind me, with a hand on my waist that denotes possessiveness and his cock stands behind my back. He is very erect.

"Watch out for the rich guys in this fucking place," he warns me. “They like to have everything. They think that by having money, they can have what they want, even the most precious women. Don't go too far from me.”

Oh, why does that description sound familiar to me?

"Of course," I reply, teasingly, moving away from his hand that seeks to exhibit me like a dog on a leash. Whatever you say... I'll go for a drink.” 

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