Bet You're Mine: A Lesbian Billionaire Fake Girlfriend Romance(7)

As soon as we’re outside the store I tell her to look and the amazement on her face is enough to make my heart swell.

“What about the theatre?” I ask as we wander further up the street, window shopping. “Is there anything that you’ve been dying to see?”

Heather laughs. “I’ve never been to a Broadway production in my life!”

“Well we have to do something about that. What about Wicked?”

“The one about the Wizard of Oz?”

I am by no means the theatre nerd that Apollo is but even I have to let out an outraged noise at that. “That’s it. We’re going tonight.”

“Won’t they be sold out?” she looks a little dazzled.

“Not for me.” I make a call and before five minutes have passed I’ve got hold of two front row seats. “There. Would you like to come back to mine for dinner before the show?”

She has an admiring look in her eyes that does something amazing for my ego, and when she nods I feel like I’ve won the world. No matter what Stefano says I know that if I can get Heather into bed she’s not going to want to leave me any time soon.

And I can’t deny that this adorable woman is so gorgeous that I’d like to spend a whole day kissing every inch of her body.

We arrive at the flat and I take her all the way up to the penthouse. The tension between us is searing. Heather can’t seem to take her eyes off me and I barely have to ask before we’re bypassing dinner and heading towards the bedroom.

She’s so beautiful it almost takes my breath away, and I’m sure I’m going to be a little of taking her breath away in turn. I wish I could tell Stefano how completely his plan has backfired. Things have never gone better.





Eleven





Heather





I feel a twinge of excitement in my stomach as Rafaela leads me back to the bedroom.

Her bedroom is as big and extravagant as the rest of her home. I start to feel a bit nervous and awkward.

I’ve never done something like this before. Still, I want to so badly with Rafaela.

Her hips sway as she walks me over to the bed. I can’t help but feel a jolt of lust as I watch her. I feel a wetness growing in between my legs.

She sits down on the bed. I sit down next to her. She runs her fingers through my hair.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” She whispers into my ear.

My breath catches in my throat. It’s hard to think of a response when she’s this close to me.

“I…” I start to speak but quickly trail off. All I can think about is how much I want her. My legs start to slowly spread without me telling them to.

She grins. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I stare into her eyes. I feel so silly for not being able to formulate a response, but it’s hard to think right now.

“Tell me,” she continues. “Do you want to do this? I can make you feel so good.”

Her hand starts to trail up my thigh. I feel electricity rip through my body at her touch. I nod, wanting more.

“Good,” she says. She leans in for a kiss, pulling my head close to hers.

The kiss is incredible. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. This is easily the best kiss of my life, and we’re just getting started.

I press myself close to her, wanting more. I feel her body against mine. My arms wrap around her.

I need this. I feel like I could orgasm at any moment. All of the songs and poems about how great sex is are finally starting to make sense to me.

She wraps her arms around me as well. It feels so nice. Her embrace feels so protective and strong. I feel like putty in her hands.

She clearly has a plan, which I’m happy about. I don’t know that I could figure out what to do next in my current state.

She pushes me back onto the bed and gets on top of me. I didn’t know it was possible, but this feels even better.

I feel myself submitting more and more to her. The anticipation mounts within me as I do. I want her to be totally in charge of me.

I surprise myself a bit with these feelings. It feels so right and natural. I’m going off of pure instinct.

I’m happy I’ve found Rafaela. I would have missed out on a whole world of sensations if I didn’t.

My back arches up to her. I wonder for a moment if I should start undressing, but she answers the question I was thinking for me.

Rafaela pulls my clothes off until I’m left only in my underwear. I’m too turned on to be self-conscious about this.

She looks over my body hungrily. I can tell she’s making a plan for what she wants to do next.

She leans down and begins to kiss over my neck. She feels over the skin that’s exposed now that I’m partially undressed.

It’s like she’s claiming every part of my body for herself. I want her to continue. I let out a breathy moan as she feels all over me.

Her hands wander down the upper part of my chest to my ribs and stomach. Then, she trails down over my hips and starts circling my thighs. She kisses my neck as she goes.

I spread my legs more. I want her to get me off. I’m already teetering on the edge and she’s barely started.

“Not yet,” she says before kissing me.

I get more turned on with the mounting anticipation. Now she’s even going to control when I get off.

She unhooks my bra and takes it off, exposing me to the cool air of the room. My nipples harden with the exposure. She grins.

“You’re so beautiful,” she says before giving me another kiss.

She takes the silk scarf from around her neck and wraps it around my wrists. She secures it to the bedframe.

Before I know it, I’m tied up and helpless beneath her. My legs spread even more, wanting her to fuck me.

She sits back and examines her work. She smiles, pleased with herself.

“Now I’ve got you just where I want you,” she says.

She leans down and kisses down my neck and over my chest. Her hands reach up and start to fondle my breasts. I let out a moan.

She presses herself more against me. She begins to suck on one of my nipples. She uses her hand to squeeze and fondle the other.

The sensation is incredible. She’s still denying me my release. She isn’t even near my pussy. I arch my back and try to grind my hips against her, but she doesn’t give in.

I begin to feel an ache in between my legs as I wait for her to get me off. I feel the pleasure running through me, but I’m also becoming more frustrated, wanting a release.

She walks that line expertly. My frustration is only making what I do get even better.

She continues this for a bit more before sitting up. She runs her hands up and down my sides.

“Are you sure you want it?” She asks.

I nod. “Yes,” I say. “I want it so badly.”

“Well, who am I to deny you pleasure?” She asks with a devilish grin. “But I think we should even the score first.”

She stands up and begins to strip. She puts on a little show for me, going slowly and sexily.

When she finishes stripping off the last of her clothing, she leans back down to kiss me.

I barely get a chance to appreciate how beautiful she is in the nude before she hooks her fingers around the waistband of my underwear and slowly begins to pull them down.





Twelve





Rafaela





I pull down her panties, wanting to give her at least a little satisfaction before I begin to play with her again.

Even though this started out as just insurance, I am enjoying this. As much as I hate to admit it, this is really getting me going.

I know this is all for a stupid bet, but I don’t think I’ve had a sub that takes to all of this so easily. Heather is putty in my hands. That’s for sure.

But still, I might be putty in hers too. We match up together so well.

I don’t know that many songs or poems are written about lesbian BDSM, but if there are, they would be about this.

I pull down her underwear and discard it off the side of the bed. Without being told to, Heather spreads her legs for me. It gives me a good look at her totally exposed and tied up on my bed.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t completely soaked right now.

I want to completely ravish her right now, but I have to take it slow. I want to tease her and play with her for longer. It will make the release at the end that much sweeter.

I kiss her. She kisses me back eagerly.

While she’s distracted with the kiss, I slip a finger into her. She moans into the kiss as I do so.

She’s so wet that I’m not met with much resistance. I pump my finger in and out slowly. I curl it up, being sure to press on her g-spot as I go. A happy gasp tells me that I’ve found it.

I continue to work on her, getting her closer to orgasm. She lewdly thrusts her hips against my hand. I add more fingers in response.

I smile as she gets more into it. She isn’t thinking. She’s just feeling. That’s how I like the girls I fuck to be.

I feel myself wanting more as well. The thing that not everyone realizes is that doms have to put their pleasure second sometimes.

I like to put my girls first. I want them to entirely lose themselves in pleasure before I get off. Heather is nearing that point.

But I don’t want her to reach it just yet. My actions reach a crescendo before I pull away.

She practically whimpers as I do. She’ll come down a little bit, but I’ll get her back to the plateau.

I kiss her neck.

“Do you want to be a good girl and get me off?” I ask between kisses.

“Yes, I do,” she agrees.