Page 10 of Owned By a Billionaire

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I responded, unable to keep the flat note from my tone. This reputation for being loose riled me. “But I still don’t understand, Helmut. I would be severely frustrated if I were watching someone I couldn’t have.”

“But that’s the allure, don’t you see? Wanting something we can’t have. It is a major turn on. For me, at least.”

I exhaled. “I suppose. But at some point, I’d need the real thing myself.”

He chuckled while linking his arm with mine. “Trust me, watching Gregory having his dick sucked feeds my fantasies for months.”

Who did I fantasize about?

Harry.

Whenever I touched myself, he had a starring role. Only he struck me as too nice to engage in the kind of wicked games I preferred.

For a truly explosive orgasm, I favored a taboo setting, like a wharf with a stranger who takes me by force. Weird stuff like that.

A psychologist could finance a home in Mallorca on someone like me, who needed such dark, at times twisted fantasies to orgasm. I couldn’t understand it myself, but instead of getting hung up, I read books instead.

And now that I’d discovered Harry was bi, I sensed I’d be looking for a new fantasy lover to get me over the edge, which didn’t mean I’d dropped my intention to marry him.

I just had to work out how to move Alice on.

I looked at Helmut. “You’re only going tonight to watch live sex performed on a man you want to fuck?”

He laughed. “I’d like him to fuck me, actually.”

I stopped walking. “I am under no obligation to do anything. Yes?”

“You can sit back and enjoy the show if you like.” He turned toward me. “The reason I need you there is that solo males aren’t allowed.”

He opened a Rolls Royce key tin, and I picked out a pill.

He sent a message to his driver, and within a few minutes, a Bentley arrived to pick us up. As the chauffeur opened the door, I climbed in and breathed in the rich smell of leather. Another reminder of wealth.

Once we were settled, Helmut pressed a button. A fridge opened, and he selected a bottle of Moet. “You like?”

I shrugged. “Why not?”

Thirty minutes later, we arrived at a decorative Victorian mansion.

“How are you feeling?” Helmut asked.

“Nice. The drug’s taken effect.”

“Yes. It’s a good batch.” He smiled.

Suddenly, he seemed attractive. Everything was attractive on ecstasy. I also relaxed, knowing he wasn’t about to make me perform some lewd act. Friendship I could handle. And it seemed Helmut had become a fountain of information. My kind of friend.

As we stood under the street lamp, Helmut ran his eyes up and down my body. He pointed at my shirt. “Why don’t you undo a couple of buttons?”

Who would have thought mammary glands could do so much more than just nourish newborns?

I was just about to question Helmut over Reynard’s birth name when a man in a burgundy velvet jacket opened the door. His face lit up on seeing us. He gave Helmut a quick passing welcome before feasting his eyes on me.

“Oh, you came. Splendid.” His gaze lingered before doing a quick appraisal of my body. “Please enter.”

“This is Carol,” Helmut said.

“Caroline,” I corrected, holding out my hand.

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