Bahamas Love Affair

Bahamas Love Affair A Billionaire Romance Short Story

Nicole Casey

Bahamas Love Affair

by Nicole Casey

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Table of Contents Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Other Books By Nicole Casey

Chapter One

This was turning out into a boring vacation. The room I rented was a little damp and the beach front was always crowded with people. The bar didn’t have any of the good drinks I liked and the only guys hitting on me were these old drunkards who probably lived around here anyway. I thought the Bahamas were supposed to be exotic and fun. I had imagined a month of cruising on ships, fine wine and flirting with really hot guys. I’ve been here for a week so far and it was turning into a nightmare. “To hell with this,” I muttered to myself and got up from the bed. I didn’t want to waste this night being lonely in my room. It was time to head off to one of the clubs, get wasted and flirt with somebody. At this point I could care less about who tried to hit on me as long as somebody tried to hit on me. Looking into the mirror, I figured it was time to dress to impress. I was about five-feet-one in height and back in college I did hear a lot of guys say I was a little too hot for a girl my size. Sure, I was petite but I had the confidence to say I was good-looking and sexy. I did have average-sized breasts but the way my hips swayed when I walk often got guys whistling out at me. I also had bright green eyes and natural red hair so I guess that helped me stand out from the crowd too. Well, at least it used to. Ever since I got here for my

vacation from work I’ve only been hit on by the aforementioned old drunks. “Well, maybe I’ve just been going to the wrong places,” I whispered to myself. I then realized how silly it was to talk to my own reflection and decided to focus on wearing something a little more attractive than just short shorts and a shirt. In the end, I settled for a black, backless mini-dress. I loved how it showed off my legs. To further accentuate that fact I decided to wear four-inch high heels and a nice pair of large, hoop earrings. I tied my hair up, exposing my neck, back and cleavage. All I needed now was some touch-up. I put on red lipstick, added eyeliner and a few extra touches to make my cheeks blush more. “Much better,” I complimented myself with a smile. I grabbed my handbag, stuffed my phone and makeup into it and then headed out of this old, rotting hotel.

I’ve been to the Old Guard, the Sweet Stop, to White Castle and Livin’ High. While some of them were interesting they all seemed old and lacked some maintenance. Nobody seemed to care to go to those places to drink and party anymore. Unfortunately for me, those were the hangouts closest to my hotel. This time, however, I took the time to grab a taxi and head to the other side of town – where, of course, everything was a tad bit more expensive. I bet I could find a nice guy to buy me a drink. I eventually found my way to a place called Da

Balcony. It looked really fancy and I wasn’t sure I’d even have the cash to get in. There were a lot of people going in and out too so it definitely had that vibe of being a popular place. The loud beat of the music also sounded good. I could already feel the urge to get tipsy and dance like there’s no tomorrow. I got in line for the entrance and fortunately for me – the first time I felt lucky in days – it was lady’s night. They just stamped my wrist and let me in. “Wow,” I whispered as soon as I stepped inside. It was dark with a lot of blue neon lights illuminating the place here and there. There was a large dance floor in the center and I could see two separate bars serving drinks. There were people everywhere I looked. This looked like fun. “Where do I start?” My eyes wandered the dance floor and I could feel the music inviting me to get lost in the crowd. I needed a drink though. I headed over to the bar first and ordered a martini. The bartender was a jolly old chubby guy, probably in his forties. He handed me my drink and said “You’re new here. How long have you been in the Bahamas?” “Just under a week,” I answered and took a sip. Damn, this was a good mix. “I stay at the Ocean Corner Inn.” The bartender frowned and gave me a look that seemed like a twisted mix of worry and confusion. “Wow, what’s a fine lady like you doing in a dump like that?” Oh, he’s so sweet. “I blame my travel agent. I tried all the places close to it and – not to sound like a jerk –

but they all freaking suck.” He gave a deep laugh and nodded at me. “Yeah, you can say that again. Well, hope you have fun here.” I smiled at him and watched him move over to attend to other customers. I swirled in the bar stool, drink in hand, and faced the crowd as I sipped. It was a marvel to see. This was the kind of lively night life I was looking forward to when my boss at work said they got me a package to visit the Bahamas for a few weeks. Dancing in the crowd was this really tall, dark and handsome guy and for a moment I figured I’d try to approach him first. I knew some moves that could get any guy smelling the goods. I then saw a really gorgeous looking man, probably ten years older than I was, in one of the corners just sipping on his drink as he eyed the girls on the floor. I might have a good shot of flirting and getting him to buy me some drinks. It was then that I noticed a man approaching me, coming from the center of the dance floor. He stood sixfeet-five-inches, had short, light brown hair and deep blue eyes. He looked quite casual in khaki shorts and a white shirt but he carried himself with such flair and flamboyance in his stride. The moment I laid eyes on him I knew he was special, that he was different. I just had this really strong gut feeling that the timing of my arrival was just right.

Chapter Two

“Hey,” he greeted as he took the seat beside mine. He had this really lovely, deep voice that melted me inside. It was like listening to Vin Diesel or Keith David but for real. “O-oh, hi there,” I responded in a rush. Damn it, I felt kind of stupid. I looked at him for a moment and tried to hide my blushing cheeks by focusing on my drink. The guy simply smiled and then said “I’m Richard, by the way. I haven’t seen you here before.” “Oh, I’m new,” I answered. I guess that meant he’s been here for some time if he already knew all the familiar faces. “M-my name’s Sasha.” He had this big grin on his face. “That’s a hot name for a hot chick.” Fuck. I could feel my cheeks flush red. What was I supposed to say to a line like that? I looked back up at him as I placed my empty glass back on the bar behind us. He was still staring down at me and I could see his eyes dash around as he studied me. “So,” he then continued when I still couldn’t find the right words to say. “Are you here on vacation?” “I guess,” I answered. “I quit my job and my boss got me this trip here as a final gift instead of giving me a raise or bonus.”

Richard raised an eyebrow and sighed. “What a dick move. Well, at least you get to have some fun here before heading home. How long will you be here?” “I already spent a week here,” I answered. “I’ll still be here for another three weeks.” That put a smug smile on his face. “That gives me time to win you over.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re really confident, aren’t you?” “I have to be – I’m turning forty-seven soon. I don’t think girls will dig an older guy like me if I don’t try to showcase some guts,” he told me. He called the bartender. “Hey Barnie, can I have a bottle of beer please? Give me a Virgo’s.” The bartender nodded and then winked at me. I felt smug as well. “You’re already forty-six?” I found that hard to believe. He had firm, lean muscles and his face didn’t have the wrinkles or other signs of aging that most guys suffer from. To be honest, he looked like a guy in his early thirties. He looked like a Marine, strong and lean and so damn, fucking hot. “I hope that doesn’t bother you,” he stated. “How old are you? I hope I’m not flirting with a minor.” Well, a minor couldn’t even get into this club so I knew he was just joking around with me. I did feel like a special little baby with the way he talked to me. “I just turned twenty-three and yes, you don’t look old at all. I thought you were a thirty or something soldier, to be completely honest with you.”

That put a glow on his smile. “Care for another drink?” he then asked. “It’s my treat, don’t worry.” Those words were music to my ears. “Sure, I need to get a little wasted.” “Is something wrong?” he asked. I shrugged and answered. “I’ve been staying at a dump of a hotel and wasted my first week here at lameass bars. I just stumbled upon this place because I was determined to have fun. It’s a big improvement.” “Why not move to a better hotel?” he pressed on. I could feel his gaze on me and I loved every second of his attention. He didn’t give a damn about all the other hot girls passing by. He was just looking at me. That was something I could treasure. Barnie then came over and handed Richard his drink. The latter then ordered for me and fortunately got me something a little hard. I needed to get a little drunk. “Everything else is too expensive,” I answered. “I’m already breaking bank just going this far away from my hotel. I can only imagine how much my taxi fare will be heading back.” Richard touched my arm and I instantly felt a jolt rush through my spine. I almost jumped in response but managed to keep my cool and just looked at him as he spoke. “How about you let me handle the expenses,” he offered. “Trust me, it won’t be a bother.” That was awfully sweet. “I… I don’t know what to say

to that.” Richard hopped off his stool and shifted to stand right in front of me. Even when seated on a high stool, my height only reached up to his chest. He placed his hands, heavy and big, on my legs. I felt a tingle in my gut and I could only grin. “Just shut up and dance with me,” he said. That was an invitation I could get into. We took a moment to finish our drinks and, right as I could feel the heat swelling in my chest, we headed to the dance floor and lost ourselves in the moment. As we moved on the dance floor I did my best to keep his attention solely on me. I knew there were other gorgeous girls in every direction. Fortunately I had the right dress on and used that to my advantage, rubbing my ass and grinding against his crotch while shaking my body and moving as fluidly as I could. I could see his eyes lingering, darting as he gazed at my ass and my tits as my body bounced in excitement and fun. I let myself get lost in the moment. I let Richard dance around me and feel me up. I loved the warmth of his breath against me every time he would lean in and dance closer to me. I loved the touch of his lips when he gave me a soft tease of a kiss. The alcohol was working its effects and my mind began to drift. All the flashing lights, the loud music and Richard’s touch made me dance like no one else was there. I didn’t even realize that Richard had picked me up and took me out of the club until we were walking out of his car and into a large manor by the beach side…

Chapter Three

“W -what hotel is this?” I mumbled in a drunken stupor as Richard helped me up the stairs leading to the front door. I looked around but the darkness of the night prevented me from identifying any hotel sign or whatnot. I felt incredibly dizzy too. I think I had one too many drinks and probably danced way too hard and fast. “It’s a safe place, don’t worry dear,” he replied as he pushed the doors open. Inside was a gorgeous looking reception room. The ceiling was a good thirty feet high and the marble work on the floor and walls were of excellent quality. I could see expensive rugs and a lot of intricate furniture and décor at every corner. One thing was quite odd, however: there was no reception desk and no employees to greet us. “Wait, this doesn’t look like a hotel.” Richard picked me up and cradled me in both arms as he took me up a flight of stairs and to the second floor. “Well, it’s not a hotel now. It was a hotel a good six years ago but then they shut down. I bought it and had it reconstructed. It’s my house now.” Wow… how rich was this guy? I looked around, as dazed as I was, and discovered that the second floor was even more elaborate than the first. He brought me into a large bedroom. The bed was

way bigger than anything I had ever slept on in my life and had these large, golden pillars and silk curtains in between. I saw a desk with a big vanity mirror and a doorway leading to what appeared to be a really big balcony that had some recliners and a coffee table. This is the life. Just by being in this kind of bedroom made me feel special. Richard let me down on the bed and let me rest as I tried not to vomit all over the beautiful bed sheets. He took the time to remove my high heels and then he got onto the bed, lying right beside me. Before I could protest, he lifted my head up and propped me to rest on his leg. He took off my earrings, placed them on the nearby bedside table, and undid my hair so it would flow down loose. I felt like a cherished lady in his presence and it made me comfortable and relaxed. Richard began to caress me, combing his fingers through the strands of my hair. “That’s so nice,” I mumbled. “You’re so nice.” He leaned in closer and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “No, darling, you’re so nice. You smell like flowers in spring.” I giggled at that and squirmed a bit on his bed, pushing my body up against his. “You’re just kidding with me.” Richard laughed. He lay down and pressed his lips against the back of my neck, sending a chill down my spine. He then pushed up and nibbled on my ear, which made me moan out softly. “I’m not kidding with you.

You’re really so damn good.” I shut my eyes and shifted again, this time really pushing my body against his. I could feel his crotch grinding against my back and ass it made me feel like a little naughty bitch but I loved it. “How can you say I’m good when you haven’t even tasted me yet?” Richard suddenly licked my ear and nibbled my neck, making me moan even louder. “Then let me taste you now.” Fuck… that sounded so delicious. “Love me,” I told him as I turned around to face him. He didn’t reply with words but with a kiss. He pressed his lips down and crushed me with his weight and passion. Richard completely took over, letting his kiss devour me like a hungry animal on the prowl. In response, I kissed back and grabbed onto his hard rock body with my hands. I tried to hug him and pull him closer but it only seemed like I was the one being drawn in to the gravity of his passion. “Oh!” I yelped when he suddenly pushed me and rolled me so that my back was flat on the bed. Richard then took his shirt off and threw it to the corner as he lay on top of me. His weight locked me down and I could only squirm in pleasure as he began to bury his kisses on my neck and down to my chest. Richard’s hands began to roam and before I knew it he had one firm grip on my left breast. He gave a subtle squeeze and quickly realized I didn’t have a bra on. “Oh shit,” I muttered when he squeezed again, this time a little tighter. “Mmm, please, m-more.”

“Oh, I will give you a lot more,” Richard confirmed as he pulled my dress off my shoulders, fully exposing my tits. He glanced and marveled at them. “Such perky, firm little tits you have. Are you sure you’re twenty-three?” I smiled wickedly at him and nodded, “You like petite little girls?” He laughed and suckled on my nipples, making me grunt and moan in ecstasy. His other hand roamed and massaged my breasts as he grinded his body against mine. His hips pushed my dress up, exposing more of my legs and hips until he managed to the fabric up and above my pussy. My dress was in disarray, covering only my belly now, and Richard wasted no time in taking off my black, lacy thong and tossing it off the bed. “Clean-shaved pussy,” he commented as he looked down at my womanhood. “Succulent.” “I show mine you show yours,” I stated with a tone of confidence. “That can easily be arranged,” he answered and got up. He stood by the side of the bed and so I turned to face him, my face inches away from his crotch. Richard then removed his belt and let his shorts drop down. To my surprise he wore no underwear and I could see the full girth and length of his cock as it dangled inches away from my face. It was the thickest, most humongous rod of meat I had ever seen.

Chapter Four

I was at a loss for words. I had never seen anyone with a cock this big before it made me just marvel at it. It was only after a while did I realize my jaw had dropped and that I was staring at it like an idiot. “You like it?” Richard suddenly asked as he grabbed his monstrous flesh and stroked it. I watched as it hardened even more and throbbed in excitement in his grasp. Just by looking at it made my pussy warm and moist. I looked up at him and nodded. “Yes, I do.” “Yes, I do ‘daddy.’” I giggled and corrected myself. “Yes I do, daddy.” “Good little girl,” he complimented me and stroked my hair. He grabbed my head with both his hands, heavy and firm and then pulled me in closer to his cock. “Open your mouth, baby, let me in.” That was an invitation my drunken mind could fully grasp and I knew that from this point on there was no turning back. I had reached the point of no return and the best I could do was have some fun. I opened my mouth. In that instant Richard flipped me over so that my head would hang from the edge of the bed. He pulled me in and slammed his cock into my mouth, ramming it until its head pressed against the very back of my throat. I almost gagged but he pulled out

quickly and then slammed it back in. He started to do this in a regular rhythm, fucking my mouth like it was just another pussy for him to take advantage of. I could only drool and slobber over his meat as he fucked my mouth and throat like there was no tomorrow. “You like this?” he asked as he began to get even rougher, thrusting his cock in with a more violent jolt and speed. He continued to raise his speed until he was plowing into me like a jackhammer and all I could do was moan and squirm and kick my feet as I lost myself to the moment. “You like this?” he asked again as he suddenly slapped my tits. I yelped out, albeit muffled by his cock, as I felt the sting of his assault turn my breasts red. “You’re such a naughty little slut.” I am a slut. “Mmm,” I moaned out in ecstasy and reached down to play with my pussy. As my fingers graced my flesh I felt how wet I had gotten since we began this little dance. Without warning he suddenly popped his cock out of my mouth and watched me as I gaped wide, expecting him to shove it back in. My face was covered in pre-cum and Richard gave me a soft slap on the face. “Such a hot little bitch,” he told me and I smiled back at him. “Scoot over and get on a pillow. Daddy’s going to break your little pussy.” Oh god… yes please! I moved over on the bed and rested my head on a pillow. I then watched as he crawled onto the bed and marveled at how gorgeous his body was. For a man his

age he had perfectly shaped muscles and the firm wall of abs he had just made me squirm more in excitement. I spread my legs and beckoned him with open arms. As he took position, sliding the tip of his cock between the lips of my pussy, I whispered into his ears “Just so you know, I’m a virgin.” That really caught him by surprise. He looked at me with an expression that seemed caught between utter glee and concern. “You’re so naughty but still a virgin?” He marveled at the revelation. “This is going to hurt but I promise it won’t sting for long. Before you know it you’ll be moaning and crying for more.” I bit down on my lip and nodded, giving him permission to claim me as his own. I never got to experience this in high school or in college because of pure bad luck – I did flirt around and got naughty with guys but stupid things always happened at the last second – but now here I was and I wasn’t going to lose this chance to really feel like a woman. I spread my legs and invited him to come in. He kept his gaze on my face, observing how I stared back with the wash of lust filling my face, and slowly began to penetrate through my pussy lips. I let out a soft whisper of a moan when I felt the tip of his cock thrust through the folds but that feeling exploded into shock and pain when his meat pressed against the hymen. “Moan for me,” was the only warning and request he gave before he pushed his cock in, parting my walls and breaking the only shield I had.

“Aah!” I cried out loudly as I felt every inch of my body vibrate in pain and pleasure. It was a strange feeling, to feel his cock push the inner walls of my vagina wide open as he continued to plow deeper into me. I could feel my own flesh tightening around him and that tightness seemed to make him enjoy this even more. “Ah, ah, ah!” I moaned in succession as he began to rhythmically plow his cock in and out, sliding it through my walls and flesh as my juices made his efforts easier. He pushed in even deeper and soon enough his thrusts became faster. My whole body rocked with his movements and in mere minutes I could feel the elation of pain fade away and be replaced with pure pleasure. I was loving this and I wanted more. “F-fuck me,” I cried out between my moans. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, aah!” Richard wrapped his fingers around my throat and began to apply pressure. As he choked me I felt a strange sensation of pleasure overcome my senses and my hand naturally reached down. I began to rub my clit vigorously as he fucked and choked me, my restrained breathing only causing him to get even faster and rougher with the way he handled me. Slap! Richard suddenly let go of my throat and slapped my face just as I gaped open to catch my breath. He then withdrew his cock and flipped me over to lie on my belly. Without saying a word he grabbed me and put me up on all fours just as he took position behind me. “Say you want it,” he told me.

“I want it daddy,” I obeyed. With his hands on my waist Richard thrust his cock and began to fuck me doggystyle. This time there was no sense of passion or slow love-making. No… this time he was fucking me raw and viciously, like a rabid wolf tearing through its prey. “Oh m-my god,” I hollered between my moans of lust. “Fuck me, daddy, I love it! Deeper, aah – please, fuck me harder!” In response he grabbed my hair and yanked hard. My mouth gaped open and my moans turned to soft barks. With his other hand he began to slap my ass, each time getting rougher and harder, as he continued to plow his cock in and out of my flesh. “I-I’m cumming daddy!” I cried just as I felt the knot of my orgasm building in my gut and between my legs. I was about to explode. “Then take this, you little slut!” he answered and suddenly pulled out of me. The sudden blow of pressure from his withdrawal caused me to loosen and climax, my juices squirting out of my pussy with a passion. Just as my body shuddered and I reveled in my orgasm, Richard moved and pulled on my hair. He yanked me hard enough to pull my face in closer and he suddenly slammed his cock back into my mouth right as he himself spilled his seed. His cum was warm, bitter and sweet all at the same time. Richard pulled out and smothered his seed all over my face and I smiled and giggled like a little slutty girl as

he did. This was exactly the kind of night I wanted ever since I arrived here – to experiment, to go wild with no inhibitions. I got that dream fulfilled and to make things better I did it all with one heck of a hot guy.

Chapter Five

W hen morning came peering through the window I stretched my arms, yawned, and looked around to find myself naked and alone on the bed. “Daddy?” I called out but no one answered. “Hello? Richard?” I got up from the bed and took a moment to refresh myself in the bathroom. I felt sticky all over and knew I needed to take a bath. Well, there was a towel there and a nice bathtub so I took the liberty of washing myself with some hot water. Even his soap was expensive. It looked like one of those you’d only get in France or something. When I was done I wrapped myself in a towel and began to explore his manor. I started with the bedroom balcony and discovered that it had a large television and a mini-fridge filled with bottles of beer. When I looked down to the first floor I found he owned a private swimming pool too. I stretched a little to check over the walls and found he owned not one, not two but four different sports cars. Just who is this guy? He’s fucking loaded. How rich is he? I then exited the bedroom and began to explore the second floor. I found three separate guest rooms that all looked the same and that might have been a remnant from the time this place was still a hotel. I also found a gaming room filled with two pool tables, a dart board and

some old arcade games like Pac-Man and the like. When I headed to the first floor I first found the kitchen and there I found Richard, naked except for a pair of boxers, making coffee. “Good morning, daddy,” I greeted him. He turned around with a smile. “Hey you,” he answered and handed me a mug of cappuccino. The strong smell of coffee in the morning really woke my senses up. I took a seat beside him, taking one of the kitchen chairs. I sipped, shut my eyes and reveled in the texture and flavor, then asked “What time did you wake up?” He looked at the wall clock that hung over the refrigerator. It was eight in the morning. “Oh, I got up at around six-thirty. I always wake up early. It might be because I’m getting old or something.” That got me to laugh and I wrapped my arms around his. “You’re not old. You put out a lot of energy last night. I swear I never felt that exhausted in my life before and I’ve done a lot of things.” “Ever been out sailing?” he then asked me as he finished his own cup of coffee. That got my attention. “Like, on an actual sailboat? You do mean the small ones, right?” He nodded. “Nope,” I confessed. “I’ve been on cruise ships but that’s about it.” “I’ve got a yacht and a sailboat out there in the harbor,” he told me and once again he had that wicked

grin on his face. I knew he had something planned. “We can go on either one if you want.” I was about to answer when the front door rattled with someone knocking. “Who would come knocking at this hour?” I asked him with a frown sprawled on my face. Richard’s face suddenly went solemn and he looked at me with sadness. He pushed his cup to the side and sighed. “Sasha, I-I’m sorry about this. It’s my ex-wife.” Ex-wife? Well, I had to figure that piece out. It did make sense after all. He was in his forties so it wouldn’t be too surprising to discover he was married at one point. My real question now was: why the fuck would she be here at this hour? Richard got up from his seat and walked out of the kitchen, back to the reception hall and opened the front door. I followed suit but hid behind the corner wall and watched from a distance. When he opened the door his ex-wife just pushed her way in, almost knocking him off his feet. She looked about five or so years older than I was and had dirty blonde hair. She was also a lot taller than me and looked like she gained a few pounds over the years but I could still how she might have been really hot back in the day. “You haven’t called me back yet,” she yelled at him as soon as she got inside the house. “You didn’t answer any of emails and you didn’t reply to my Facebook message either.” “I didn’t answer because I don’t want to talk to you Karina,” he answered her. “Just look at you – you think

you can just storm in here like it’s nobody’s business.” “Yeah, I can,” she butt in with full confidence. “This is my house too, you know.” He shook his head and violently slammed a fist on top of a desk. “No, it’s not. When we got divorced, we agreed that you’ll get the cash, the car and the business in Miami. You already got all that and some of the furniture too. You don’t have a single right to be in this house.” That took Karina back a bit. I could see there was a furious fire burning in her eyes. She grit her teeth in pure frustration. “I’m still your ex-wife, doesn’t that give me some leeway around here?” she demanded. “Ex-wife,” Richard emphasized. “That alone cuts off any ties between us. You married me for the money and you got it. You divorced me to fuck that idiot you met in Nevada and you got your way with that too. I don’t need you here anymore. I don’t want you here anymore.” “You’re excited to see me out the door,” she told him. She then started looking around. “You’re probably hiding some skank in here.” That really got Richard seething in anger. He pointed a finger at her and waved in fury. “What I do in my own home is none of your business. One other thing: I don’t keep cheap skanks, just for your information.” That was when she spotted me. Ah fuck. “Well, then who’s the slut hiding in your kitchen, gossiping like it’s nobody’s business?” Karina suddenly lashed out and she pointed at my direction.

I stepped out of the corner, glad that I wrapped myself in a towel. It’d be humiliating to be in this situation and not have anything on. “That’s Sasha,” Richard explained. He then tried to put his arms on Karina’s shoulders and push her out the door. “She’s a nice girl, so shut the fuck up and leave.” Karina sneered my way as she tried to fight back. “You cheap slut. You think you can get all his money?” I looked at her with a frown and said “I didn’t even know he was rich until he brought me here. We were already having a good time together before I ever knew he had money.” “Oh, trying to be the sweet and innocent girl,” she said with an annoying tone of sarcasm. “Don’t feed me that bullshit. You’re a skank and you’re just fucking him to rob him of his cash.” “Like you did?” I shot back at her. That made her quiet as she stared at me in frustration. Richard then managed to shove her out the door. She tried to knock and demand her way back inside but he locked the door. “Get the fuck out of town, Karina!” Richard screamed. For the first time I could feel his true wrath and power in his voice. He was not joking around and I guess Karina knew because as soon as he yelled she stopped knocking. It was a full five minutes before either Richard or I dared to move or speak. “D-daddy?” I spoke first, hesitant and unsure of what to say. “What the heck was all that about?” He beckoned me to come closer and we sat down on

the lavish, black leather couches in the living room. He took a moment to get a fire going in the hearth and then sat beside me. He motioned for me to sit on his lap and I did so. “Karina, as you figured from that hideous scene a while ago, is my ex-wife,” he started. “We met about fifteen years ago and got married after a few weeks of going out. I was younger and stupid. I saw this really hot, slutty girl and I wanted to fuck her all day so I married her. Over the years, however, I noticed she didn’t really give a shit about me. Her attention was always on transferring things to her name like getting a business going using my funds as a capital. When she had enough to keep her sustained she cheated on me with a younger guy, intentionally let me find out about it and then filed for divorce. She got everything she wanted.” “Wow,” I was genuinely shocked. “She must have planned all that for years.” “She did,” he confirmed. “We only got divorced two years ago and even then she’s still hounding me to get whatever she can.” I shook my head in disbelief. I knew girls who married rich guys to have a good and wealthy life but they at least stayed married to those guys and did everything they could to keep their sugar daddy happy. This was the first time I ever encountered a woman who planned how to rob everything and managed to divorce her sugar daddy too. It was surreal to even think about. “We should stop talking about that evil bitch,” I knew I didn’t want to talk about her anymore. “How about we just go ahead with that boat ride?”

“Aren’t you a little mad about that I have this kind of skeleton in the closet?” he asked me. I could see the sadness burning in his eyes and how sorry he felt about letting me learn about Karina this way. It must have felt humiliating for him. I shook my head and held his face with my hands. I then leaned in and gave him a kiss on the lips. “No, I don’t care about her. Your past is your past and I can’t judge you based on those decisions. We weren’t even together back then. We didn’t even know each other.” “You mean it?” I nodded and gave him a passionate kiss, letting our tongues dance. I grinded my body against his and let my towel fall to the ground. I rubbed my pussy against his shorts, letting him feel how wet and anxious I was for more of his affection. He then parted from my kiss and gave me a look of satisfaction. “Come then. Let’s go back to the bedroom. I want to know how your pussy tastes in the morning and after that we can get on the yacht. There’s a Jacuzzi in it too.” That sounded fun. Now I could really cruise the Bahamas and do it all with a man I was genuinely falling for. I mean, I couldn’t say I loved him after spending only one night with him but I did give up my virginity to him. That must have meant something, right? Even if we didn’t sleep together I did have to admit that I had a good time talking to him, drinking with him and dancing with him. I just connected with him in a way that I never did with any guy before. “Sure,” I finally answered and I reached down to

whip out his cock from his boxers. I licked my lips upon seeing it again and stroked it gently with my fingertips, getting him harder than before. “How ‘bout we skip going upstairs and let you have me right here, right now?” He groaned and grunted in pleasure as I said those words and slide his cock between the folds of my flesh. “Fuck yeah,” he answered and with a sudden forceful push he thrust his cock up into my pussy. I let out a moan and then bit down on his neck as he began to go in and out of me once again, lubricating his cock with my juices. “You’re such a tight little girl,” he complimented me. “You’re so petite, so tight and so fucking yummy. I could fuck you all my life.” I gasped, moaned and cried in pleasure and deep down inside I felt that I wanted him to have that wish come true. Fuck me , daddy… fuck me and own me.

Chapter Six

I was so sore. Richard didn’t just have sex with me in the living room. He fucked me on the floor, on the couch, in the bathroom and in the guest rooms. We planned to go out to the yacht before noon but we ended up having so much sex that it was already late in the afternoon when we tired. I felt so alive. I felt like I could do this forever. I know relationships always start out like this and then the fire eventually dies but I knew I could keep up with him for a long time. I knew we could forge a lasting relationship because of how well we clicked together. By the next morning we finally did head out to the docks and my jaw dropped in pure amazement when I saw his boat. It was damn gorgeous and it looked like it cost more than the apartment I stayed in back home. “T-this is yours?” I just couldn’t believe it. He seemed amused at my bewilderment. “Yep. It’s called the Anne Bonny, named after my favorite historical pirate.” “Oh I know her. She was the bastard daughter of a lawyer and eventual wife of another famous pirate, Jack Rakham,” I had a thing for pirates. They just sounded so cool, especially the ones that really existed. Richard looked at me with a look of awe. “I did not expect that.”

I winked back and smiled. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me yet. “ He laughed and gave me a hug. “It’ll be nice getting to peel more information from you bit by bit. You’re one small amazing package, Sasha.” “Why, thank you!” I said in appreciation. I squeezed him in my arms and planted a kiss on his torso. “You know, I was just thinking earlier that even if we never had sex I’d still be here with you like this?” “Not because of money?” I gave a look of disgust and then shook my head. “Remember when we met at the club? I didn’t know you had money back then. I just wanted to get drunk, have a good time and forget that I wasted my first week here. I met you and everything just got better. We danced, we drank and when we talked you could actually hold an interesting conversation. Not a lot of guys can do that, especially when their cocks are so ready to plunge between my legs.” “I got lucky about that too,” he pointed out. “Who would’ve known that such a promiscuous little slut like you was still a virgin?” I laughed at that comment and then punched him lightly. “I’m not anyone’s slut, you know… just yours.” I guess that gave some comfort to him. I wasn’t just some kind of sleazy bitch that slept with him for money and I wasn’t the kind of girl who would spread her legs for any hot guy that passed by. I got drunk and slept with him for a reason and that reason was because we clicked so well. If we didn’t then I would never have spent so

much time with him in that club. “Well, let’s not waste time here and get on in,” he then said and beckoned for me to go with him inside the yacht.

Inside it looked more like a mansion than a boat, if not for the tighter quarters. It felt a little stuffed in but even then there was still some room to freely walk around. The upper deck even had enough space for a small party and Richard did admit that when he first bought it he did hold parties every other weekend. He took me out that day, cruising along the Bahamas. It was one of the most magical days of my life. Even though we were tempted so many times while out in the open sea he never did pull me in for another round of raw sex. That gave me a strange sense of respect. I mean, he knew I would willingly offer my body to him at any given moment but he didn’t abuse that fact. He spent the whole day just talking to me, joking with me and having genuine fun at sea. It was through these kinds of days that I felt like I made the right choice. We spent the rest of the weeks together at his manor and occasionally he’d take me out for a nice dinner, a swim at the beach. He even got to introduce me to some of his friends and they all seemed sweet and kind, always complimenting me. One of his friends even mentioned that I looked so hot I could make billions as a porn star and I couldn’t help but feel so loved and appreciated. Fortunately, Karina didn’t bother us further. She did call twice but Richard shut her down and she stopped

after a while. Maybe she figured out that I was staying with him and that she’d never get a shot of pestering him further for more money. Every adventure does come to an end, however, and I feared mine was closing when I realized I would have to fly back to the United States in a few more days.

Chapter Seven

It was the morning of my flight and I felt so heavy when I woke up. Richard was already up and out of the bedroom. Maybe he was making me breakfast. The mere thought of him being so sweet to me – especially considering how he made me try a blindfold and a pair of handcuffs while we had sex last night – made me feel even guiltier about having to leave. When I came down, all dressed in a pair of denim shorts and a hanging off-shoulder top I was surprised to find him not in the kitchen but in the living room with his luggage all packed. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a nice, Hawaiian shirt. “What is this?” I asked him but I had this really good feeling swelling in my chest. He grinned back at me and waved at his things. “I’m coming with you.” “No you’re not,” I replied. I just couldn’t believe that he’d make such a rushed decision. “You’ve got to be joking. You are kidding with me, right?” He shook his head and hugged me tight. “Nope. This is real, baby girl.” “What about all this?” I pointed at his house and all his belongings. “Don’t worry about it,” he assured me. “I’ll just settle there with you and we get a new place. I might have to

travel back here and make a deal with a realtor to sell this hunk of junk and then work on getting the cars and some of the important stuff over to our new place. It sounds like a lot of work but trust me it isn’t. I’ve moved around a lot and it doesn’t take that much time or effort.” It was all sounding too good to be true but I saw the conviction in his eyes. Was I ready to make this leap? He looked at me like a sad puppy and I felt a warm rush of affection fill me over. “Okay then. Let’s do it. I know this all seems so crazy but maybe the crazy thing is the right thing to do.” Richard made an audible “yes!” and then he hugged me so tight I thought he was going to crush my bones. He showered me with kisses and then finally let me go. There was one thing I wanted to make clear, however, and I needed to say it now. “Daddy,” I started. “There is something I want to tell you. It’s important.” “Yes?” “I don’t want you to ever worry that I’ll turn out like Karina.” I just needed to get this off my chest. I wanted him to trust me, despite how his previous relationship turned out. That was really important for me. Without trust, something as wild as this romantic escapade would never work out in the long run. Richard looked at me with a warm look of joy glowing in his face. “I trust you, Sasha. I really do. You’ve shown me over the weeks and even when we first met that you’re not in it for the riches. I love you. I need you. I want to fuck you like a goddamn animal and baby I want to spoil you with all the billions of dollars that I have

simply because you deserve it.” I smiled and kissed him on the lips. “Let’s do this,” I whispered. “I do have one request though daddy.” He cocked his head and frowned. “Yes?” I gave him a smile and reached down to grab his cock. “Fuck me one more time before we go.” “That’s a request I’ll be glad to fulfill.” Needless to say, Richard did come with me back to my home in Orlando. I didn’t have to get a new job now since he was financially supporting me and we eventually moved up north to Chicago. He did have to go back to the Bahamas a few times but it didn’t take long for him to move all his important stuff and he did sell the house. We made sure not to tell Karina so she couldn’t follow us around and pester us any further. By winter he proposed and I said yes. We were happy and we were launching our first business together, a café that focused on lots of different mixtures of coffee, pasta and pizza. I went to the Bahamas broken, unsure and unhappy with my life. I returned home with the man of my dreams and with a bright future still ahead of us. The End

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