Page 12 of Owned By a Billionaire

“I’d never do that. Got nothing against women who do, mind you. Each to their own.”

He laughed. “Something tells me we’re in for a fun night.”

After that, I mingled and drank champagne, and a warm feeling flushed through me, especially with Greg’s dark eyes feasting on my body.

He whispered something to his wife, and she looked over at me and smiled.

Then a striptease commenced.

A sinuous saxophone introduced a seductive Sade tune as our entertainment swayed her hips and lowered her spaghetti straps to reveal a lacy bra.

Helmut returned to my side. “Monique’s always the first to start,” he whispered. “She loves to show off her new breasts.”

Whistles and cheers egged her on, and I sat back, enjoying the show as I might an amateur burlesque performance.

Meanwhile, Gregory kept giving me the eye, and I returned a subtle smile. The drug and the champagne had lowered my inhibitions, and Monique, who was now down to her garter, had warmed me up.

Drugs weren’t normally my chosen form of recreation, but they were useful when I had to fuck someone I hardly knew. MDMA lowered my inhibitions and made the orgasms more intense.

Then a key game started, and we moved into a dimly lit room with red lampshades and sofas covered in lush satin and velvet. Paintings of couples performing acts from the Kama Sutra hung on the walls.

“Okay. You know the rules,” Gregory announced. “If you don’t wish to participate, then feel free to watch and enjoy.”

He joined me, wearing a curious frown, and remarked, “I didn’t see you drop a key.”

“I don’t have one.”

“Oh, not even to your home?” He smiled, and his already handsome face grew even more so. “No matter. As host, I can choose whom I like.”

“I think I might just sit back and enjoy the show.”

“You don’t strike me as the voyeur type.” His finger snuck into the crack of my cleavage, and my nipples ached for his mouth and more.

I wanted his hands crushing me.

But I remained cool, despite this sudden rush of arousal.

Gregory cast his attention away from me, which allowed me to breathe again, not that I was disliking his attention. He rang a bell. “Okay. The rules. No husbands and wives. All new partners.”

Gregory then filled my glass and passed me a joint. “Here, this will help.”

“I’m not doing this,” I said rather weakly, while he continued to fuck me with his hooded eyes.

I was so trapped in this man’s allure that the background orgy turned into a blur of tangled bodies heaving away feverishly. It was almost comical, or that could have been the drug making me want to laugh. Marijuana made me laugh at all the wrong moments.

Helmut let out a groan, and when I turned to see what had gotten him hot and bothered, I saw Gregory getting a blow job. He stared me in the eyes as the female guest moved her mouth over his long, thick shaft.

I rose to go to the bathroom, mainly to deal with the liquifying swell between my thighs, when Gregory removed himself from his pleasurer, pulled up his briefs, and made his way to my corner again.

“Oh, how disappointing. I was enjoying that,” Helmut said, but then a man near him started to suck another man’s dick, and he lost interest in Gregory entirely, following the pair of males to another room.

“Are you enjoying the show?” Gregory asked, joining me on the sofa that Helmut just vacated. “Why don’t you remove that pretty shirt?” His voice sounded deep and coaxing.

“I prefer my body parts to remain private.” My heart raced, for he smelled so good—an arousing mix of cedar and testosterone.

“This is a big house.” One dark brow arched.

“And what about your wife?” I asked.

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