Bull: A Steamy Billionaire Romance Novel (2 page)

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.