Free Billionaire's Wondrous Flight to Paradise (A BDSM Erotica Story) by Jenevieve DeBeers Page A

max."
                "I hear that.  After working eighteen hours yesterday, we had to attend a little charity thing here, too," he said.  "I didn't get home until…um…"
                Hilary's baby blue eyes widened, hearing a very distinct sound.  A slurp.  The fact he stopped mid-sentence at the sound made her heart pound.  Curtis was very much a man, a big, handsome man that the ladies loved way too much.  He liked to look, and she didn't begrudge him that, but he swore he never touched.
                "What was that?" Hilary said.
                "What was what?"
                "I heard a slurp.  What are you doing?"
                He didn't answer right away.  "I didn't hear a slurp, but I am close to the Kraft table and there are people walking by eating and drinking."
                "Oh.  I guess," she said.  Though seconds before she was sure it was a dick sucking slurp.  She's heard that exact same slurp many times coming from herself while sucking Curtis' cock.  She rarely noticed during the act, but Curtis being an actor liked to film their love sessions and watch afterwards.  Hilary was amazed at how much noise she made that she was never aware of before Curtis and his video recording fetish.  "It kind of sounded like a blowjob."
                "Oh man, do you have sex on the brain as bad as I do?" he said, sounding eager.  "It's all I've been thing about for the last two days.  Knowing you will finally be here, in my arms, in my life, has me giddy."
                She got all fluttery hot inside.  She sucked on her lower lip, combing her fingers through her hair.  Curtis loved her hair and was constantly burying his hands in it.  Felt so good.
                "Aww, baby, I know how you feel.  You've been gone so long, and I was stuck here because of that stupid Rheinholt debacle," she said, feeling her insides getting mushy.  "I've really, really missed you at night.  I've been so stressed out."
                Visions of him riding her hard and fast flashed through her mind, sucking her breath away.  He was pure alpha male in bed, dominating her completely.  God, how she loved to surrender to him.  No power plays, no hard-nosed decisions, no fawning underlings fighting for her attention — being controlled, dominated by a strong man was such a turn on.
                "Me and beautiful Hawaii have a whole lot of stress relief for you, baby," he said.  His words sent a thrill up her spine.  "When you arrive, I'm going to rock your world for three days straight."
                Her belly tightened, pussy aching.  She felt her juices start to flow and silently cursed the fact he was still hours and hours away.
                "Just three days?" she said, a big wicked grin spreading.
                "Well, the fourth day here will be Thanksgiving, and you have that big get-together planned," Curtis said, sounding as hungry for it as she felt.  "Unless you were planning an orgy…"
                Curtis loved the whole group sex thing.  She agreed to it once or twice a year, but was basically a one man kind of woman.  Most of the time it was a two women, one man ménage à trois.  More his fantasy than hers. 
                "Well, an orgy might be something to be thankful for, but I was thinking of something a bit more traditional," she said, shaking her head.  "With a Hawaiian flare, of course."
                "Thanksgiving luau?"
                "Exactly!"
                He grunted, as she heard another slurp.  At the same time a stranger stepped into her jet, escorted by one of her security men.   Hilary was torn.  What was going on with Curtis?
                "What was that?" she said, hating how suspicious she was becoming.
                "Huh?" he said, sounding distracted again.