His Price(6)

It was wrong! An unfair request- no, demand- of your own son, the only son.

I remembered the blood in my veins turning rancid, the wave of electricity rocking my core. Yelling at him from across the table, I called him an asshole, a piece of shit who decided to throw this on me before I was ready.

He didn't have the right to force me to give him an heir. It was insane!

Throwing my hands up, I'd jolted from the seat, the chair crashing to the floor. Every eye in the restaurant had turned on us. That was the only time my mother spoke; she pleaded for me to relax, and told me I was making a scene.

A scene. I had just been told I was supposed to have a child or lose everything. What the fuck did she think I was going to do? Take it with a smile and a nod?

My father had always wanted me to be a spitting image of him, but I wasn't. He expected me to go to college, become a partner, and eventually take over the company. Those were the dreams he had for me, but did he ever ask me once what I wanted?

No.

Not at any point did he ever take the time to see what I wanted to do with my life. He never asked me what I loved to do or even noticed how much I enjoyed racing.

I tried to show him, asked him to go to the races and up to the drag strip in New Hampshire. He always just huffed about how it was nonsense, a brainless activity a monkey could do.

I didn't want to be tied down; I wasn't made for that.

How could he do this to me? To his own flesh and blood?

There were millions of women in this world. How the hell was I supposed to choose just one?

I wanted to taste them all, every last one I could slam my dick into.

After he threw that on me I stormed out of the restaurant, and I didn't go home for two days. A part of me had been afraid that if I saw him before I cooled down I would do something I might regret. The rest of me just wanted to indulge myself in pussy, a lot of pussy.

I wasn't sure how much longer I'd have that freedom, before it got ripped out from under me. Studying the papers, I read them over and over. They had the date he expected an heir by, but he'd forgotten something.

Something very important... The girl.

That's when I realized the answer was dangling in front of my face. I was the son of a billionaire; I hadn't had any trouble finding a girl yet; what difference would this make?

Getting what I wanted, that came easy to me.

I was sure I could find a woman to buy, keep her for myself till she gave me a child. I could pay any amount of money for the woman of my choice; I wasn't cut off just yet.

I started scouting local bars, strip clubs, any place I thought I could find the right woman who would fit the bill. She needed to be willing to do anything for cash. Those women were a dime a dozen; I didn't think it would be that hard.

But, Copper... She had caught my eye.

Her perfect tits screamed for me to suck them when she fell in my lap; I had come close to driving my lips down hard. They were perked up and inviting, ready for my teeth to nibble, for my fingers to pinch.

I did find one thing strange; she had panties on. Not many strippers hid their cunts from paying eyes. At least none of the ones I'd ever been around. But she was covered up the best she could.

The thin fabric, tucked between her ass cheeks, tightly molding around her wet pussy, trying to hide the hot cunt beneath. I was tempted to flick her thong to the side, trail my finger up the center. But she wasn't ready for that.

Not yet anyway.

Copper had tried to keep herself calm, but she couldn't fool me. Her dampened panties against my thigh told me I had turned her on. Even in the darkness of the club, the small wet spot in the center of the cloth caught my eye, shining as brightly as if I was holding a spotlight.

I was surprised at how much she teased my cock without a touch of her skin. The instant those long legs spread over my lap, my dick jumped and my heart beat in my throat.

She was the complete opposite of what I thought I needed, and that just pulled on me stronger. She wasn't easy by any means. I didn't know how many women I had been through in my search, but all of them were willing to give themselves to me before I had time to blink.

Not her though.

Money didn't swoon her; she went unfazed by the wad of cash I pulled out. It wasn't until my cock pressed into her back that I saw the excitement in her rocket into a fear.

I wanted her to grab it, squeeze it between her slender fingers. Instead, she left me sitting with a full hard-on and surprise in her eyes.

Copper was going to be a challenge and I fucking loved a good challenge.

But in the end, I always got what I wanted.

I was positive I had found the woman who would give me a child. A child to keep my bank open, and my name in the family.

Pulling up to the large wrought iron gate, I typed in the code, and the massive metal swung open to let me in. As I drove up the long driveway, our mansion came into view. Each window was lit with a small candle; Christmas wreaths centered each blank space of brick.