The Billionaire's Dark Desires - Book 2: The Billionaires Dark Desires, #2

By Laila Cole

“I’ve been seeing someone else.” Yes, those were the words Jeff Ames used when he dumped me. They were tired and cliché and they came out of his mouth as smooth as silk. They weren’t the words I expected to hear from the man I thought I was going to marry.

Screw Jeff Ames. You heard me right, screw him! I deserved better than Jeff. I deserved a man who would treat me like the big and beautiful woman that I am. And then I met Jordan Wright, the west coast’s most successful hedge fund trader and billionaire. 

There was a deep and painful darkness in Jordan, and soon after we met he helped me realize that same darkness was in me.

Warning, this suspenseful 18K word story is for mature audiences only!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Supernova Erotica
• Release date: Feb 9, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524203429

Laila Cole

Hello everyone! I am an author who loves strong, dominant men, and if they happen to be rich or ride in a motorcycle club, well, that's just an added bonus! My stories are filled with suspense, intense situations, twists, and turns. One year ago I left the suck of the finance industry to pursue my dream and my passion, which is turning my fantasies and dreams into novels. There are more stories bouncing around my head than I could tell in a lifetime, though I'm certainly going to try to tell them all! As an added bonus. All of my stories exist in the same universe...so don't be surprised to see a cameo here and there. Don't forget to sign up for my mailing list for updates on new releases. Laila Cole Mailing List:http://eepurl.com/bqLWpf [e-mail] xoxo

Book preview

Chapter 1

It was Saturday and I was at The Ritz Carlton. Never in my life did I actually think I would be able to stay here. It still seemed too much like a dream, like some childhood fantasy playing out in reality.

I parked my shitty 2008 Honda Civic next to a Rolls Royce and a Mercedes Benz like it belonged there, though hesitated to leave it. Looking out in the parking lot I wanted to make sure no one saw me exit this car. I was embarrassed, though I shouldn’t have been. I just couldn’t help it. Years of self-shame had conditioned me this way.

When the coast cleared I grabbed my luggage and walked toward a set of automatic doors that yielded to a beautiful, shimmering foyer with glass chandeliers that draped down from the ceiling. I was in a foreign land that was for damn sure.

A handsome black man in a suit and tie nodded and smiled at me as I walked toward the elevators. Curious as to what exactly was going on I walked toward him just as he was finishing up with a businessman’s reservations. Hi. Can you tell me any information about this reservation? My boyfriend surprised me with it. I slid my keycard across the black marble counter.

He looked at the card. Ah, PH-1. That’s our finest Penthouse suite. He punched some information into his computer and his eyes widened with surprise. Wow. Well, you’re on an open-ended reservation and at three thousand a night you’ve certainly got a generous boyfriend. I’d like to meet him. The man giggled.

I was in a state of complete and utter shock. Open ended?

Yes. That means you can stay for as long as you like. The room was secured with a diamond card and has already been prepaid for one month, though the notes say that it may be needed indefinitely. We usually accommodate these requests for our highest profile clients.

I still couldn’t believe it. You’re serious or are you fucking with me?

He was shocked. Such language from such a pretty lady.

Embarrassment crawled over my skin. I’m sorry.

It’s ok. And yes, I’m serious, baby. Now go on and enjoy yourself already.

I laughed. Thank you!

He handed me back the key and I walked to the elevators, which were of course painted gold. I pressed the up button and immediately thereafter an elevator door opened. I snuck in quickly, found the button floor PH, and pressed it. The doors closed and the elevator shot ten stories up without stopping.

My heart was pounding as the elevator dinged and the door opened. I’d been transported straight into the heart of luxury and I wasn’t prepared for it. This floor had a total of three rooms, and I was in PH-1, which was at the end of a long hallway to the left of the elevator.

With a deep breath I placed the keycard in the door lock and pulled it out. It turned green! And I was… excited, and secretly hoping I’d find Jordan butt naked on the other end of the door holding a glass of scotch and a paddle. Naughty me.

I dragged my luggage inside and my jaw dropped.

The room was ornate. It was a full on living space with a guest bathroom, a living room, a dining room and a bedroom at the top of a small set of wide-open stairs. Modern art ordained the walls and complimented the modern tables, couches, and other furniture placed around the penthouse.

The only thing missing was Jordan Wright.

I walked to the windows and looked out. An impressive view of a small range of mountains stood before me. On the other end of those mountains was the Pacific Ocean, though I couldn’t see it.

It was 3:00 PM and I was emotionally drained. I lay on the bed and closed my eyes. Jordan’s client party was at 8:00 PM and nearby so I snuck in a power nap to recharge. Something told me I was going to need my energy.

Chapter 2

I’d woken up at 6:30 PM and headed to the shower with my butt-plug in hand. I’d been in the shower for fifteen minutes and cleaned every nook and cranny of my body. I stared at the stainless steel butt-plug, which I’d placed on the side of the bathtub where it eagerly awaited my ass.

The truth of the matter was that I was avoiding it. If I couldn’t handle it I would let Jordan down. And I didn’t want to let him down.

I sat down in the tub and let the hot water from the showerhead rain down on my body as I built up the courage to begin the plug’s assault on my ass. Jordan promised in his note that it wouldn’t hurt. I trusted him, but now it was time to verify.

There was so much steam in the room I could hardly see two feet in front of me. I reached over to the side of the tub, grabbed the plug, and coated it with gobs of KY Jelly that I’d picked up at Rite-Aid earlier in the day.

With a deep breath in I finally found the courage to begin. If Jordan wanted a butt plug up my ass, Jordan was going to get a butt plug up my ass. I pressed the tip of it on my asshole, shocked at how cold the metal was, even after bathing in steam for so long. It eas heavy and ominous and its weight slowly spread me open.

I took another deep breath and pushed harder, cooing as it sunk in another quarter inch inside of me and slowly widened my tight little ass.

With another deep breath I pushed it in some more. This time though my asshole wasn’t as accepting and it took a bit of pressure to get it in any deeper. It didn’t hurt, though I could see how it would if it wasn’t done correctly.

I began to masturbate and sank two fingers in my wet pussy as I pushed the plug in even deeper. I could feel the bulge of it against the bottom of my vagina and it turned me on so god damn much I almost came right there.

I was now approaching the widest portion of the plug and began rubbing circles around my clit. Oh God! I’d moaned out so loud I was certain everyone on this floor heard me.

Deeper, Mandy. You can do this. I let my asshole relax and pushed the rest of the girth in but my butthole wouldn’t have it, the entire thing popped out and slid over the bottom of the tub.

I wouldn’t be denied its full force and pleasure.

I grabbed it again, applied more lube, and slipped it in, finding my asshole much, much looser the second time around. This time it slid all the way past my sphincter until my asshole swallowed the tapered end. It was inside of me and it was the opposite of pain.

There I rubbed my clit as the hot water poured down on my body. I came on the spot with an orgasm that was so strong it scared me. My asshole contracted violently on the plug, locking it in place.

Another deep breath later I stood and let the hot water rush over my body. Again I cleaned every nook and cranny of my body, so when I met Jordan he could explore me at will.

I stepped out of the shower with the plug in my ass just like Jordan wanted. It was awkward but I soon became used to the sensation and forgot it was even there.

As I dried off I turned to the mirror and spread my ass cheeks to find the crystal reflecting the light of the bathroom. It was so damn hot I shivered with delight.

I put on my gold necklace and bracelet. As I wore