A Double Dose of Billionaire 2(14)

He took in a sharp breath as my bra slipped off my shoulders to reveal my already-hardened nipples.

"Now, the skirt," he said.

I lifted myself to my knees and turned around so my ass faced him. I leisurely reached around, took the back zipper in my fingers, and unzipped myself.

I dragged my panties off and laid on my back, spreading my pussy wide open, so Riley had a full view of it. He let out a growl of approval.

As my fingers danced their way down my stomach and to my wet folds, Riley said, "Stop. Don't touch yourself yet. There's a plug in the drawer of the side table to the left of you."

A plug?

I searched the drawer for whatever he was referring to until I came across a pink, phallic object. A butt plug. My insides coiled as I thought about what he was about to ask me to do.

"Stick it up your ass," he ordered, a sly smirk spreading across his cheek.

The object was medium-sized, with the girth of the twins' cocks. "I don't know..."

"Do it."

I opened my legs again and reluctantly pushed the thing in, following his instructions. I didn't have to. I could've dropped it back into the drawer and ended the call. But I didn't want to. I wanted Riley to have control of me, to dictate my every action. Thinking about it made my walls throb harder with need.

I moaned as the plug slipped into my crevice. I stared at Riley and imagined it was his cock that had entered me.

"You can touch yourself now."

I shoved my middle finger into my slit unceremoniously and began to massage my insides.

"Use two fingers."

My index finger went in as soon as he asked for it. I arched my back to the pleasure and moved my hips into my digits. The plug and my fingers weren't enough to bring me satisfaction. I needed to have the cocks of the twins buried into me, both fucking me in tandem.

Riley watched as I pleasured myself in heat. "Good. Fuck yourself."

Having Riley there, his eyes exploring the way I rutted, made the experience more pleasurable by tenfold.

"I need to come, Riley, please," I said, tears brimming in my eyes.

"No, not yet."

I strained myself, trying to hold it in as it threatened to burst through. "I can't."

"Not yet."

I threw my head back and cried out in pleasure as my climax hit me. Both my walls pulsed as my body shuddered. I bucked toward the bed. My cries soon lowered into a mere whimper, my mind still in a dizzy whirl.

It hadn't been enough.

His mouth had set into a grim line. "You didn't do as I said."

I lowered my head in shame, although not knowing what exactly I should've been ashamed about. I was a grown woman. I could come anytime and anywhere I wanted to, as long as I didn't offend the public. "I'm sorry." I might've been getting too used to the submissive lifestyle the twins had offered me.

"There will be repercussions, Scarlet. When I get back."

Riley had barely moved since the video chat started. Intrigued, I asked, "Didn't you masturbate?" Probably not the wisest thing to say after disappointing Riley, but the after-effects of coming were still reeling around my head, making me bolder than usual.

"I'm not going to do anything until I get back. I want to fuck every last inch out of you."

And suddenly, my pussy was wet again for another go. But I intended to wait for them to get back. My hand was simply not enough, even with a pink butt plug stuck up my ass. Speaking of which, it was still snuggled deep in my asshole. I reached down to pull it out.

"Don't. I don't want you do take it out," Riley said. "Leave it in there until we get back."

My lower jaw nearly dislocated itself from my skull. "Are you fucking kidding me? How the hell am I supposed to go to work like this?"

An evil grin split his face. "You'll have to deal with it."

Like hell I was. Playing around with the twins entertained me, but there had to be a line drawn between my personal life and work life. Feeling rebellious and a little ticked off, I pulled the object out from my behind and threw it onto the bed. "There has to be a limit to things."

The grin slipped away. "There is, but I decide what it is. I'd have my hand on your ass right now if I were there, and you'll be sorry you ever dared go against my orders."

"I'll handle whatever you throw my way."

"I doubt so—"

I shut the laptop mid-sentence, not giving him enough time to finish. It wasn't difficult to imagine him getting mad.

There would be hell to pay in two days. And I couldn't wait for it.





Meet us at the airport at five. It had been a quick text. Curt and to the point, without any extra fluff or flowery words. I couldn't figure out whether that was the way they normally texted people, or whether Riley had gotten too pissed off to type more.