Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(60)

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but my answer is still no. Regardless of  my background, or what you think I should or shouldn't be investing in,  I'm invested in Simulated Pleasures LLC and I plan to keep it that way.  And that's final."

I hear him exhale in one irritated breath. "You say that now, but I urge you to reconsider what you're saying."

"I've considered it a great deal already."

"Well, I'm not one to give up so easily," he says, taking another bite  of sushi. I watch as a bit of the bright orange Tobiko fish roe is  caught in his mustache. I get up to leave the restaurant to show that  this conversation is over, and formally thank him for lunch. He  continues, "You'll be hearing from me again; I can assure you of that."

I walk out of Nobu 57 and onto the street. This meeting with the mob's  lawyer has made me realize a lot of things and I immediately take my  phone from my pocket and dial Ashley's direct phone sex line.

The same soft, sultry voice I've grown to love answers and comes on the line. "Hi, this is Misty. Who am I speaking with?"

"It's your king."

"King Henry, I'm so glad you called. I was just trying on a new set of  lingerie that I bought yesterday, and now I'm lying in bed, dreaming of  you, lightly fingering myself under all this lace. I wore it extra  special, just for you."

"You belong to me, don't you?" I ask, masking my voice again, and  asserting my will. It's as if I need to hear it from her mouth, one more  time.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I belong to you King Henry, and only to you."

"Good. I needed to hear that. Today especially."

"Oh god, you have no idea," she says, just above a whisper.

"Stop touching your pussy-you know I can always tell when you're  touching yourself. It belongs to me. Place your hands by your side,  right now."

"Yes, King Henry."

"It pleases me when you obey," I continue. "Every king needs a queen.  Are you ready to be my queen? Are you ready to always belong to me and  do as I say?"

"I need you," she says, and I hear her breathing quicken. "My pussy throbs for you."

While she says this, I text Ashley's personal cell phone. "What's your  address? I'm coming over.  – Arsen" I watch as speech bubbles appear, and I  can tell she's typing. Within a moment, her address appears on the  screen and I smile, continuing to talk, and jumping back into my  character as King Henry.

I deepen my voice again. "What would you do if I had you locked in my  castle for a day? Are you thinking about it, and picturing yourself  here, with me at my throne?"         

     



 

"Yes, I'm picturing it …  can you feel my breath on your body as I move slowly in between your thighs?"

"Good, Kitten. It pleases me when you follow my directions. Continue."

"I'd move my hands over your legs and then deep into the secret retreat  of your thighs. I'd take a moment to marvel at your big, strong muscles  and your impressive manhood that stands taller than any javelin I've  ever seen. The knights in your court must all be jealous."

"I like where this is going," I say with a smile.

"I'd place my mouth on the tip of your huge cock, basting it with my  tongue in a circular motion. Doing this makes me so hungry for you, and I  want your manly taste to fill my mouth. I'd lick the entire length of  your shaft, and cup your balls in my hand, gently pinching and rolling  them in between my fingers."

"And then what would you do?"

"I'd ask you to sit down on your throne while I climb into your lap,  naked, wet, and eager. I'd straddle your lap, while you took my breasts  into your mouth. With your strong hands grasping my hips, I'd slowly  lower myself onto your shaft, feeling the length of your cock fill my  pussy. I'd pace myself at first, riding your cock and rocking my hips  until my entire body quivered."

"Good, now I want you stand up and bend yourself over my throne because I  want to fuck you from behind. I want to grab your ass and feel it in my  hands. Are you bent over?"

"Yes. Oh god, I-I can hardly stand it. I can feel your cock, it's so big."

"I feel the weight of your breasts in my hands as I grab onto them,  pinching your nipples between my fingers and thrusting into you quicker  and quicker," and as I say this, I feel my cock harden, and I walk at a  faster pace. I hear my shoes clicking against the city sidewalk-fellow  pedestrians are a blur to me, and all I can think about is Ashley. I  need to get to her apartment. I look at the street signs and I know I'm  getting close. I hear her moaning and breathing heavy on the other end  of the phone, her voice now just above a whisper.

"King Henry, I-I-I-oh god, I'm going to cum, I'm-"

"Good, I want you to come for me. Come now. I command it."

Her voice is ragged and labored, and with that, I hear the convulsions  in her voice and the gasps and I can picture her body in the throws of  climax. I'm now at her apartment and I know that I quickly need to end  the call.

"Until next time, my queen," I say, and I hang up before she can respond.

I walked faster than I thought and now I'm finding myself standing in  front of her door. I knock. I don't hear her in her apartment. But I  know she's home.

I knock again. She's here; that much I know. I mean, I just had her on  the phone. And then I hear it, the lock on her door is released and it  slowly opens. She is standing in the doorway, her face flushed and in  the sexiest lingerie I've ever seen in my life. We are both looking at  each other, and for the first time, we are both at a loss for words.





49





Ashley





I run to the door as fast as I can, hearing Arsen already knocking for  the second time. Crap! I didn't expect him to get here so fast! I mean,  my heart's still racing, and I didn't even have the time to change. I'm  still wearing the lingerie I had on when I was on the phone, a matching  set of a deep purple lace bra and thong.

I have just come, talking with Henry on the phone, and I'm still wet  from that conversation …  And now here he is, Arsen Hawke in the flesh.  This time I didn't even need to text him, telling him I'd be coming  over-no, this time he was the one doing the texting, almost as if he  could guess I was having one of my private moments with King Henry.

I have no idea how he'd react if he found out I'm into one of my  clients, a man I have never even met. Would Arsen be mad? Or would he  just shrug it off? Oh, yeah, who am I kidding? What man would shrug off  the fact that his rival is a disembodied voice? That would be like a  punch in the gut. But none of that matters now …  What matters is that my  heart's still racing, and that my body is craving something wild and  furious.

"Just in time," I tell him, after an awkward, silent pause. I'm grinning  as I reach for him and curl my fingers over his belt; I pull him inside  the apartment, shutting the door with the ball of my foot as I go. He  follows me with a smile, and that hunger I've come to know so well  flickering in his eyes. Before I even have the time to gasp, he grabs  both my wrists and turns my body around, making me lift my arms over my  head as he pins me against the wall.

"Hello again," he grins, the way his lips curl upward making my insides  clench. My eyelids droop as he leans into me, my lips parting as our  mouths touch. I run my tongue over his lips, breathing in his scent and  allowing desire to take the steering wheel.

Suddenly letting go of my arms, he lets one hand of his fall down to my  waist, the other going up my neck as his fingers run free through my  hair. He pulls back from me and I open my eyes, locking them on his as I  lick my lips with anticipation.

This time I'm the one leaning in, straining against the hold he has on  me as our lips touch again. I let my tongue push the way into his mouth,  and tilt my head sideways as we kiss in abandonment. My hands are  running free over his chest, feeling the hills and valleys of his  abdominals as I caress him over the fabric of his white shirt; my  fingers go all the way down until they're stopped by the hem of his  pants, and then I just pull on his shirt, untucking it. I take my  fingers to his collar and I tug on it as hard as I can, making the  buttons pop out as I open my eyes and let them wander over the chiseled  muscles on his chest.

Desire raging through my veins, I hurriedly push his shirt down his  arms, my fingertips immediately finding the way to his bare chest.

With what sounds like a growl, he yanks on my hair, forcing my head back  as his mouth goes to my neck. He lays harsh kisses against my skin, the  hand on my waist going around it and over the curve of my ass. A moan  climbs up my throat and explodes into the air, my hands going around his  body and to his back. I feel his warm skin as my fingers go down, and  then I just push my hands underneath his pants, feeling his hard  buttocks against my skin.

If I'm being completely honest with you, which I am, trust me , I never  once in my life imagined it was possible to feel this kind of crazed  lust. I mean, when is too much, too much?