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  Loaded

  A billionaire romance collection

  Matilda Martel

  Copyright © 2018 by Matilda Martel

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  Contents

  Closing Daddy’s Deal

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Under Contract

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Conclusion

  One Week in a Bordello

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Follow Me

  Also by Matilda Martel

  Closing Daddy’s Deal

  Chapter 1- Heidi

  It wasn’t my fault. I’m not the one who took vows to be faithful to anyone. I don’t know why everyone came down on me like I should be the one to carry the weight for his affair. I’m not the one who’s married! If anything, he should be in trouble as a 40-year-old man seducing an 18-year-old virgin, fresh out of high school. He’s 22 years older than me for crying out loud! His stupid wife had to be such a busy body and follow us around, then set up cameras in their spare bedroom that filmed him giving it to me in the ass up against the wall – oh my God! I’m absolutely mortified just thinking that our once beautiful raunchy moment will now be used as evidence in his divorce. Stupid ARTHUR!

  I’m an idiot, I know. I’ve had a crush on Arthur Majeski for years and before you start thinking I’m a jerk for screwing around with a married man, their marriage was total bullshit. Tamara Majeski was the biggest harpy in a 6-block radius in a city full of harpies. I don’t think poor Arthur had gotten blown since before he was married, because Tammy just didn’t do that. Anyway, that’s not the point. She didn’t love him. The only reason she got wise to our affair after 2 months was because he wasn’t miserable anymore. She treated him like a fucking leper, never letting him near her- which is a shame because I always thought he was so adorable. Sure, maybe he was too tall and a bit lanky, but he did have a little muscle. His nose was kind of too big for his face, but it gave him character and the thick-framed glasses – well that was his trademark. Arthur was a genius, a bona fide genius composing and conducting for one of the top orchestras in the country at his tender age. That whore doesn’t know what she has!

  So now I’m in major trouble. I’m not speaking to Arthur. He’s tried to apologize but I’m too humiliated. That video has been watched so many times! Oh, I can’t think about it, I’ll get nauseous. My asshole stepfather made a huge deal about my apparent lack of character and has threatened to throw me out and send me to live with my late Dad’s younger sister, Aunt Elsa, who lives in Orlando. I can’t move from Central Park West to Orlando, I’ll go nuts. My only other option is to go live with my maternal grandmother in London. I’m supposed to start NYU in the fall!

  When all this shit broke loose, Ken, my stepdad, gave me two weeks to come up with a plan and as hard as I tried, I couldn’t think of anything I could do or anywhere I could go to stay in New York. Arthur was not an option. He was in the middle of his divorce and I was still mad at him anyway. I had no income to move in with my friends and I wouldn’t come into any real money for a few years, not enough to sustain me anyway. In the end, I didn’t have to come up with anything. My stepfather wound up coming to me to ask for a huge “favor” that greatly hinged on my apparent lack of character.

  Ken Keaton, my stepfather is a very wealthy man who is always preoccupied with becoming even wealthier. Seriously, how much money does someone really need? He’s a great businessman who hates leaving anything to chance and when all this began, he’d been having trouble convincing a German investor named Oskar Weber to settle on his company over a competitor. Attempting to schmooze him, he invited him to the penthouse for drinks to talk business and impress him with his incredible observation deck overlooking Central Park. Much to his surprise, Oskar, who grew up in Heidelberg and had seen enough greenery in his life, was far more interested in the view of my tits than the view of the park.

  No matter how much he tried to talk business out on his precious deck, Oskar was only interested in heading back inside and chit chatting with me. I was nice and offered to make him a martini, but since I’d already gotten in enough trouble for fraternizing with one older man, I excused myself and let him get back to talking business with Ken. When Oskar’s interest began to wane, Ken called me back out and asked me to “be nice” to his friend.

  “What the hell does that mean?” I glared at him with furrowed brows.

  “You obviously know how to be nice to men, Heidi. I need your help with this guy. He doesn’t seem interested in anything but you.” He tried to push me out of my bedroom door and back into the living room.

  “Hey, you’ve been giving me bullshit for the last two weeks about my lack of moral fiber and what not, and now you want me to go out there and flirt with someone who is probably close to Arthur’s age. Where the hell do you think it’ll lead? You think he’s just going to want to hear me giggle, tell some stories and he’ll sign your contracts? He’s going to want sex, Ken!” I backed away from him and pushed him out of my room.

  “So, you’re not a virgin!” He gave me an exasperated look as if he hadn’t just implied I was prostitute.

  My jaw dropped open in shock. “I’ve only ever fucked Arthur, you jackass! And just because I’m not a virgin doesn’t mean I’m open for business to start fucking your friends. You’re about to send me away to Florida for this very thing. Have you forgotten?”

  “Look Heidi, there is a lot of money riding on this. Maybe he won’t want to have sex, maybe just a date. Do this for me and I won’t send you to Florida. You can stay here.” He pleaded with me to hurry and get out to the living room.

  “I want my fucking allowance back too. And if I wind up having sex with him and getting this deal for you, I want it doubled. Do you hear me?” I put my dark hair up in a ponytail and applied some lip-gloss.

  “Yes, yes. I promise.”

  “And it’s just this once! I’m not a whore. I’m not closing any more deals for you KEN! You just happen to have me over a barrel right now.” Walking out to the living room, I unknowingly set myself up for a life-altering summer.

  Chapter 2

  Oskar’s Kinks

  As I suspected, Oskar Weber delayed signing any contracts with my stepfather until after our date was set up. For the sake of my allowance, I acted like it was an enormous chore on my behalf, but Oskar was pretty funny and incredibly hot---in his own way. Although he was German, he’d gone to school in the UK and spoke perfect English. He didn’t care very much for my stepfather, but he’d already been directed to do business with him- stringing him along was just a way to get a better deal. When Ken wouldn’t budge very much on the price, he figured he’d weasel out a date with me. I appreciated his honesty, but what I really appreciated was how everything he did just oozed masculinity and sensuality.

  Like my Arthur, Oskar wasn’t drop dead gorgeous, but what he lacked in natural handsomeness he made up for in charm and sexiness. I couldn’t really say that about Arthur. He was nerdy and masculine, but he was far too smart to be charming. Oskar was 34, tall of course, I don’t waste my time with short men- it’s a penis thing. I was warned never to bother with anyone shorter than 6 feet. Now I could be wrong, but unless they’ve got a dazzling personality, I’m just not going to open that can of worms. I’m sorry, but Arthur was
huge, and I won’t compromise now that I’ve seen the promised land. Anyway, as I was saying- he was tall, 6’4 with a powerful physique, nothing too bulky. He was a blue-eyed ginger, which I typically don’t care for in men, but it was one date, so I let it go just this once---and goddamn, am I glad I did. Oskar was one kinky little shit that opened by 18-year-old eyes to a whole new world.

  We went out for a nice quiet dinner at one of those tiny neighborhood restaurants. I didn’t want to go anywhere fancy and he spent so much time in suits he was grateful for the opportunity to be casual for once. He was quite a talker and when he asked why I agreed to the date, I was honest and told him about Arthur and the horrible sex tape that was going to get me sent off to Florida.

  “So, are you here under duress?” He smirked as he poured more water for us.

  “No, not now. My stepfather thinks this was a big chore because I don’t want him asking me to do this again, but I’m enjoying myself.” His eyes lit up with my response and he slid over the signed contracts.

  “These are the contracts. Whatever happens after dinner, I want it to be because you want to be with me, not because you’re obligated.” We toasted with water and he complained again about the drinking age in America.

  Because he did so much work in New York, he had his own apartment not too far from Ken’s and walking distance from where we ate dinner. I agreed to go for a while, and he agreed not to be pushy about making me stay. Once we were alone, he didn’t have to be. Oskar was an AMAZING kisser. You don’t encounter these types very often---you know the ones I mean. Some guys kiss okay. Some will draw it out of you slowly and you feel butterflies, shit like that. Then there are the great kissers who kiss you with so much passion your knees go weak and you feel that rush of adrenaline all the way from your brain to your nipples down to your clit then all the way down to your toes. That was Oskar. It wasn’t too wet, not too much tongue, it was just Oskar. He was so phenomenal he made me moan and beg for more within minutes. As soon as I felt his soft lips make a slow trail down the slope of my neck and felt his big hands press my back firmly to him, I was lost. I knew I wouldn’t be going home any time soon.

  Scooping me up by my ass, Oskar carried me over to his bedroom while he continued to kiss me. Panting in between kisses, we pulled at each other’s clothes like long-lost lovers instead of two people who had only met the day before.

  “You’re beautiful, Heidi. You make me feel like a teenager.” He pulled my dress over my head and I pulled his shirt over his. Tossing me on to his huge bed, he quickly dropped his pants and crawled on to the mattress after me. Teasing him, I scampered away, but he pulled me back by one leg and pulled down my panties as he brought me closer.

  “Oskar! You’re so bad!” I tried to close my legs, but he opened them wider as he lifted me and positioned me over his face. “Oh fuck, Oskar!” Spreading my lips with his fingers, he lunged up into my wet pussy, like a shark attacking its prey. Reaching behind me to hold on to his headboard while he gripped my thighs, I was so stunned by how quickly he made me cum, I almost fell backwards and off the bed.

  “Little mouse, that was too easy.” He smiled from between my legs and lifted me off, placing me down on all fours.

  As he stood to roll down his boxers, I watched with bated breath while he presented me with the most perfect cock imaginable. I think I squealed as I crept towards the edge of the bed to get a closer look at his impossibly thick 9-inch dick. He might have only been slightly bigger than Arthur, but aesthetically it was prettier too. I can’t explain without making it sound girly. When I reached him, I took him by the shaft and licked the head in a long circle before inching my way lower. While he watched me swallow down his cock, he growled then slid his hands down my back to grab my ass. Just when I thought I was getting most of his shaft down, he forcibly pulled it out of my mouth and made me beg for it.

  “Oskar! Please!” I opened my mouth and he slid it back in. When he took it out again, I whined and opened by mouth wider until he tried to slide it all the way in, somehow making me gag and turning me on even more. I’m such a sick girl. When I thought I’d finally be able to taste his cum, he stopped me and told me to wait by the bed.

  “Oskar, you’re being so cruel.” I pouted as he walked away, his dick still dripping with saliva.

  “Patience mäuschen, I’ll come get you in a few seconds.” He called out as he grabbed a footstool and got to work setting something up for me. I giggled to myself with his term of endearment. So adorable for someone who was hooking up a spreader bar with handcuffs across the room.

  Coming back for me with a smile on his face and a remarkable hard-on, I shook my head and wagged my finger. “What makes you think I want to be hooked up to that thing, Herr Weber?”

  “My sweet mouse, you can trust me.” He took my hand and led me across the bed on my knees, before lifting me up and carrying me over to his perverted device. Standing me up underneath, he adjusted the height and buckled my wrists into to the sides of the bar.

  Standing there, with my hands over my head, looking ridiculous, I gazed up at him and fluttered my eyelashes. “What now?”

  “Everything mäuschen, everything.” He leaned down and kissed me, leaning his forehead against mine. “I just have to tell you before we start---you have the prettiest hazel eyes I’ve ever seen. They remind me of honey.” He scooped my ass just high enough to bring my tits to his face, licking every part of them except the nipple until he was certain I was in agony.

  “Oh Oskar, you’re horrible!” I writhed in my restraints until he finally engulfed my right nipple entirely in his mouth, suckling fiercely as I wailed against his hair and shivered from the inescapable waves of ecstasy his mouth was forcing upon me. “Oh God, that feels so good. Don’t stop.”

  “Does it feel better than this?” While he switched to the other nipple, he rammed his fat cock into my soaked pussy, forcing a loud gasp from both us when it didn’t go in as easy as he imagined.

  “Oh fuck, Heidi, you’re so tight. Are you okay?” He thrust slowly, but when I nodded and pushed back into him, he carried my legs higher and plunged harder and deeper. Oskar alternated between angry fucking me and kissing me passionately all while I wailed and whimpered, thrashing about in my restraints. When he began whispering something in German, something that sounded positively filthy, I lost all control and I came like I’d never cum before.

  “Oskar! Oh God! Slow down, I’m cumming, I’m cumming so hard! I’m going to get your big cock so fucking wet.” I screamed and gyrated my hips with such force he had to fight to hold me still as he shot his load much sooner than he expected.

  “Jesus Christ, Heidi!” He held me tight to keep me from shaking and reached up to undo my restraints. Unable to hold in his laughter, he carried me back to bed. “For fuck’s sake, little girl, you milked the cum right out of me.”

  “Oskar! I told you to slow down!” I handed him my wrists prompting him to rub them.

  “Let’s go take a shower, the night’s still young.”

  Chapter 3

  Complications

  I didn’t go home that evening. I spent most of the night tied up in some odd position or passed out with a very tall auburn-haired German holding me so tightly, there was no way I could sneak out undetected. I had a chance to leave when he drew the curtains just before sunrise, but then he stopped at his nightstand to retrieve some rope and a bottle of lube. My curiosity got the best of me.

  “Turn around.” He smiled and wagged his eyebrows.

  “What now?” I held my hands to my naked breasts, doing a horrible job of playing the innocent.

  “Turn around now.” He positioned me into a child’s pose, before taking my arms and tying both behind my back.

  “What are we doing?” I acted coy.

  “No questions. You’ll find out soon, little mouse.” He caressed my ass cheeks, petting them provocatively along the curve.

  “I love your ass. This might have been the first thing I noticed
about you.” He didn’t allow me to answer. Before I could say anything, he picked up my legs and dove straight between them, tongue-fucking my pussy with wild abandon.

  I winced then whimpered as he turned my ass in at an angle, spread my legs wider and latched on to my clit without the smallest bit of mercy.

  “Oskar! Oh God, oh God, oh God, please...” I begged for what I knew was coming and for once he didn’t make me wait. I felt him pour lube down the crack of my ass and as I looked behind me, he was laying it thick on his shaft.

  When he caught me looking at him, he gave me a hard swat on my ass. “Eyes down, little girl.”

  “Sorry, I’m sorry.” I didn’t want anything to delay the reaming I had coming. With my head resting on the pillow, my hands tied behind my back and my ass in the air, I waited for the coming assault. I didn’t have to wait long.

  Spreading my cheeks apart, Oskar slid the head of his cock into my tight hole, pushing forward slowly while we both moaned in unison as he stretched me open. I chewed into my pillow and he kept going, running his hands down my back to calm me down as I trembled from the unbelievable pain that was quickly transforming into more pleasure than my inexperienced mind could process. All within seconds, my cries of pain became wails of ecstasy, my nos became yeses and my pleas for mercy became demands for more. By the time he was 6 inches in, I had entered a trance-like state of simply pushing my ass back into his enormous cock while he tugged my hair back towards him and threatened to take it away if I didn’t keep going. I’d lost track of how many times I’d cum but as I felt him swell inside me, I tried to slow down hoping to make it last longer. Sensing what I was doing, he released my arms threw me forward on my stomach and stabbed my ass with his cock at full speed. He needed to cum and couldn’t take any chances on me dragging it out.