“Wow,” I gasped. “This is…”

  “Your new home,” he interrupted.

  My Kingston led me to a guest room, and I settled in, feeling a sense of gratitude and unease. This was a glimpse into a world I had only dreamed of. It all seemed too good to be true. Was I willing to sell myself for comfort and security?

  As he turned to leave, I reached out, grabbing his hand. When he looked at our hands, I instantly dropped his, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. "Thank you, um…sir. I don't know how to repay you."

  He looked at me, his eyes ablaze. "Oh, I have a few ways in mind...but for now, settle in. And keep calling me, sir. I quite enjoy the sound. Danny will bring up your things, and let him or my assistant, Victoria, know if you need anything else. I mean anything. All their numbers are programmed in the cellphone Danny will give you."

  With those words, he left, and I fell against the plush bed, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within me. He gave me a lifeline to cling to in a world that had always been so harsh. I had no delusion that I’d have to earn my keep, and the thought alone had me clenching my thighs. The thought of a man like Reece Kingston desiring someone like me, as impossible as it seemed, was what helped me drift off to sleep.

  Chapter 4

  Reece

  My penthouse suite served as a stark contrast to the life Tatum must have lived. To have no option but to sleep in her car brought up something primal deep inside me. The need to save her from that life.

  My wealth had always been my solace, shielding me from the vulnerabilities the memories of my childhood exposed. Moving from trailer park to trailer park with my addict of a mother. Crashing at whore houses just to get a meal for the night. I did not want that for this girl. Why I cared confused me.

  But she was no charity case. No, Tatum was an enigma, an irresistible force that threatened to dismantle my carefully constructed world. And she was fucking sexy; in that way, women who underestimated their looks were.

  As a billionaire, I had grown accustomed to the allure of casual relationships, where commitments were nonexistent, and emotions were fleeting. The thought of settling down. Hell, anything long-term, had never appealed to me. The freedom of bachelorhood offered endless possibilities. But I wanted Tatum. I wanted to have her submit to me in every possible way.

  Her youthful vibrance had seeped into my veins, igniting a hunger that defied logic. I could no longer ignore the magnetic pull drawing me toward her. Yet, the reality of our situation taunted me, reminding me of the chasm that separated us. I bought her. Made it clear that she would work for me as I saw fit in return for making her dreams come true. But, Fuck! I had not anticipated this burning desire for ownership of another human.

  I reclined in the plush leather armchair, swirling the amber liquid in my crystal glass, its rich aroma enveloping me. The thoughts of Tatum consumed my mind.

  "You seem troubled, sir," my personal assistant, Victoria, remarked. She tucks her blonde hair into a severe bun, straightening her tailored suit after spending the last half an hour on her knees giving me head. She was such an asset, but not even our little sexcapades doused the fire in me. Tatum was the only fucking thing on my mind, and I can’t wait to start teaching her how to be a good little girl for me.

  I let out a wistful sigh, meeting her gaze with a conflicted expression. "The girl from the club... She's something else, Victoria. I've never felt this way before."

  She arched an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "You've always been a lover of casual affairs, Mr. K. What makes her different?"

  A bitter smile tugged at the corners of my lips. "She's young, vibrant. I'm an aging playboy, set in my ways. The discrepancy between us is a chasm impossible to bridge, yet when I think about her..."

  Victoria leaned forward, her tone gentle yet firm. “Love and lust don't discriminate, Mr. K.” She smirked. “As for age, we both know it’s merely a number when it comes to you.”

  Now that was true. I kept healthy, ran every morning, at a balanced diet most days, and kept my alcohol intake to a minimum.

  Chapter 5

  Tatum

  Loneliness had been my constant companion throughout life, an unwelcome guest that followed me from one foster home to another. Survival became my sole focus, leading me to the depths of Encore, where I hoped to find some semblance of stability. But it was a cruel facade, a twisted reality that threatened to break my spirit. Since moving into the penthouse two nights ago, I barely saw Reece and wondered if he was avoiding me. I would hate if my presence made him uncomfortable, not after everything he’d done for me.

  As if on cue, he sauntered in, impeccably dressed as always.

  “Mr. Kingston, how was your day?” I said, standing, my hands clasped in front of me.

  “It was good, Tatum. How was yours?” He asked, glancing from his cell phone screen. He set it on the counter and walked closer. When he looked at me, it was as if I was the only person that existed.

  “It was…good. I wasn’t sure what you’d have me do all day.”

  Reece, as I started referring to him in my head, sat on the couch and patted his lap. I felt a flutter in my belly at the thought of sitting on Reece Kingston’s lap.

  Afraid to do the wrong thing, I obeyed, climbing onto his lap. My tiny skirt rode up to reveal more thigh than I was comfortable with.

  "All you have to do is make sure our home is in order, and when I ask you to serve me, do so without question."

  His hand rested on my thigh, stroking up and down lightly. This wasn’t the first time I’d been close to him, but it was certainly the most intense.

  I tried to ignore all of my jittery feelings, instead focusing on Reece’s face. This man was a billionaire, but that wasn't what made him attractive.

  "Yes, sir."

  He watched my lips.

  He ran a hand up my torso feeling underneath it.

  “What am I going to do with you, Tatum?” He said, stroking my cheek. It was as if I was made of glass, and he was afraid he’d break me.

  I tilted my head up to look at him from under my lashes. Reece was a mountain of a man. “Whatever you want, sir.”

  He smirked. “Fuck...you do not know what that mouth of yours does to men, do you, Tatum?” I panicked and opened my mouth to apologize, but something stopped me. Something was boiling inside of me, searing hot, building rapidly. I haven’t felt this thing in years…. lust. I felt it now, buzzing beneath my skin as Reece ran his fingers lightly over my face and the side of my neck. One finger traced from behind my earlobe over the expanse of exposed neck and between my breasts. “Such a beautiful neck…waiting…aching…for someone to kiss it…breathe on it...mark it.” His other hand reached around and cupped one of my breasts in his hand while his finger trailed lightly down the valley between them, slipping below the band of my bra.

  I moaned softly, arching into his touch as his other hand found its way under my skirt.

  “I want you to come on my fingers like a good girl, Tatum.”

  I was practically coming already. He abruptly stopped touching me.

  “Please...sir…” I pleaded, my eyes begging for a little more attention. He didn’t give it to me, but when he tore open my shirt, tugged my bra down, and kissed one of my nipples, I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. But instead of the attention I craved, I got a spank to my inner thigh.

  “Did I say you could speak, Tatum?” His deep voice made me shiver in both fear and arousal.

  I shook my head, no, and he rewarded me with another kiss to my now hard nipple.

  “Good girl. You have much to learn about pleasing me, Tatum, but we can do that together.” He leaned forward, running his nose up the side of my neck before lightly pressing his lips to where it met my shoulder. Then he pushed two fingers into me.

  "I need to claim this pussy of yours, kitten.” He murmured into my neck as he pushed my lace thong aside.

  Reece's finger moved slowly down my slit, sending jolts of pleasure through me with every inch. His touch was electric, and I could feel my hips twitch and tilt in response to his caress despite my best efforts to stay still. He smirked and whispered, "So wet for me," sending a shiver up my spine. His hand moved between my slick folds, releasing a moan as he dipped a finger inside me and began massaging and stretching. With an expert touch, he moved his thumb back to my aching clit and pressed gently against it while his other hand found its way to my breast, squeezing and teasing each sensitive bud until I thought I would burst from anticipation.

  He moved slowly, taking his time as he built the nerve-wracking tension even higher than it had already been. I wanted to cry out for him to move faster, but he caught me off guard when he lifted his head and claimed my lips, exploring my mouth with his tongue while his other hand deftly played between my legs, stroking me steadily until I was trembling on the edge of climax. His caresses increased and decreased tempo without warning, sending pleasurable shivers through my body as I arched toward him.

  It was maddening, the way he teased me without giving in, building my anticipation so outrageously high that I felt like I couldn't take any more without exploding with pleasure. Just as I was about to succumb, he stopped abruptly, pulling out and extending his index finger toward my mouth, dragging it across the soft skin until it reached my lips. My eyes widened at what he was suggesting. "Suck your juices off of my fingers, little one."

  His finger hovered just inches from my mouth until I finally submitted, allowing my lips to encircle it tightly. I could taste myself on his skin, and my pussy clenched. He pressed his finger further into my mouth until I gagged. “Nice. So, fucking perfect. You’ll gag on m my cock soon, sweetheart, but for now…”

  Her withdrew his fingers from my mouth and thrust them back into me, circling and torturing my clit until I came, gasping for air, with stars behind my eyelids. “Now, let’s get ready for dinner.”

  A dress I’d never seen before was laid out on my bed when I slipped out of the bathroom, towel-drying my hair. One of Reece’s staff must have put it there while we were…my cheeks flush at the memory of his hands on me, making me tingly all over. If this was the kind of work I had to do, I looked forward to every minute of it. But I knew things were not that easy, not in my world, at least. I slipped into the black satin dress with its low neckline and sides that flared out from my waist. The material hugged my hips and dipped close to my thigh before flaring back out again. It looked expensive and had probably cost more than a month’s rent.

  Reece's driver opened the long, black limousine door and extended his hand to me.

  "I'll take it from here, Danny," Reece said before the man could touch me. I climbed inside, taking in the leather seats, dim lighting, and crystal glasses filled with champagne.

  Reece climbed beside me, and Danny shut the door before sliding into the driver's seat. The cool leather seats were plush against my skin as the engine purred beneath us.

  Reece smiled at me, "No man will ever lay a hand on you in my presence."

  I flushed, shaking my head gently, "He was just trying to help me into the car."

  "Oh, little one, you'll learn how possessive I am over what's mine."

  A shiver ran through me at his words.

  We drove until the bright lights of downtown and the beautiful buildings that seemed to reach up toward the night sky came into view. When Danny pulled up in front of one of the fanciest restaurants around, my heart raced faster than ever before.

  Reece led us in, and the hostess seated us at a private table with a beautiful view of the city.

  "This is wonderful, Mr. Kingston."

  "Only the best for you, sweet girl."

  Whenever he referred to me so endearingly, it made the butterflies in my stomach flutter uncontrollably.

  When the server arrived to take our order, one look at the fancy menu and dishes I barely recognized. I suddenly felt too nervous to speak or even look at the man directly.

  Reece must have noticed my hesitation as he took my hand in his before turning back to the waiter, "We'll have a bottle of Château Margaux, the duck Seared Foie Gras for the lady and shucked oysters with mignonette sauce for me."

  "Right away, sir," the server said, taking down our order.

  "Thank you. I wouldn't know where to begin on this menu."

  His fingers traced my hand lightly, his touch sending warmth through my body. “Then I will show you all there is to know."

  Our food arrived, and as appetizing as it all looked, my stomach was in knots. After half a glass of wine, I was sure I'd feel better, but looking around the place at the obviously wealthy clientele just made me feel completely out of place.

  "Not hungry?" Reece asked, his head tipping to the side, ever observant.

  "Not really."

  "Well, that will not do. Come," Reece extended his hand to me, and I took it, standing and letting him guide me onto his lap. A few people looked our way with mild interest, but engulfed in Reece's warmth, I couldn't care less.

  Reece raised a piece of duck toward my lips, and I opened my mouth hesitantly, allowing him to feed me while his fingers grazed against the skin of my thigh ever so lightly.

  "Mmm…" I moaned around the first bite, and a chuckle made his chest rumble.

  "That's it," he whispered, feeding me another bite. I could feel his erection pressing into my ass. He was enjoying this.

  I felt myself melting into him as all thoughts of anxiety disappeared.

  Reece's fingers trailed up and down my thigh, edging closer and closer to my pussy. My breathing became shallow as he slipped his fingers between my open thighs, letting his fingers explore my slick folds.

  I could feel the warmth building inside me, driving me toward bliss with each stroke. I dug my fingernails into Reece's shoulder and tried to catch my breath. "Please," I begged. In just moments, I would come… My panties were already soaked.

  "Come for me, little one." His words sent a wave of pleasure through me that was too much to contain as I let out a moan and writhed against him in ecstasy. I could not stop the audible moans as the waves of orgasm crashed through me.

  The people around us may have noticed the shuddering of my body or the moans that slipped out from time to time, but I couldn't bring myself to focus on anything else; all that mattered was this moment between us.

  Reece rubbed circles over my lower back until I stopped trembling from the force of my climax and lifted me onto my feet.

  "Let's go home, Tatum."

  He pulled out a stack of bills from his pocket to cover the bill without glancing at it, then led us back to the car with one hand firmly gripping mine.

  I was still shaking when we got inside, despite being enveloped by heat from Reece's body. He cupped my face in his hands, looking into my eyes with satisfaction before he kissed me hard with passion that made me melt again.

  "No one will ever touch you," he said softly against my lips, "because you are mine now."

  Chapter 6

  Reece

  Having Tatum in my space, in the confines of my penthouse, was both a blessing and a curse. The girl consumed me. My mind, my body, my fucking soul. Offering her a job, and inviting her to live with me, had been an impulsive decision, driven by a primal need to rescue her. But now, I wanted to make her mine in every sense of the word.

  Leading her to my bedroom, I had only one mission in mind, sinking my cock so deep inside her she forgot her own fucking name.

  Her arms wrapped around my neck when I kissed her. Her lips were soft, her tongue teasing and inviting me in. She kissed like she did everything, full of passion, need, and desire.

  "You are exquisite," I said with a low growl. Because this girl was exactly that.

  I laid her on the bed, following her down, our mouths never parting except to suck in air. Her hands worked to unbutton my shirt, sliding it down my arms before she fisted the material and threw it to the side. I slid my hands under her dress, cupping her tits and rolling her nipples between my fingers. Tatum whimpered, pulling her mouth from mine with a sexy-as-hell whimper.

  "You are too overdressed, kitten," I said as I slowly lifted her dress and slid the straps of her lacy, black bra over her shoulders, kissing my way down her exposed skin, inch by slow inch.

  She giggled at that, "You're pretty overdressed yourself, sir," she said, tearing at my belt buckle while I pulled her soaked panties down her legs. Her hands shook as she undid my pants and pushed them down my hips. Her eyes were glued to my cock, which was aching and pleading for her touch. She reached for it, gripping it in her small hand and stroking it, sending shockwaves through me.

  "You're fucking perfect, you know that?"

  I said between clenched teeth as she continued to stroke my cock, her hand moving faster while the other moved between her legs and moved away all too soon.

  "Do that again," I growled.

  "What?" She asked, getting off on touching herself in front of me.

  "Touch yourself. I want to see you," I said.

  "No, I can't..." She flushed.

  I gripped her hand and pressed it between her thighs. "Do it. Show me how you like it."

  She closed her eyes, her hand jerking up and down my cock, while her other teased her clit.

  "Fuck, I can't wait,"

  I flipped us, so she straddled me, sinking down on my cock at a painfully slow pace. Gritting my teeth, I let her set the pace as I brushed the hair away from her face and kissed her. She screamed when she took all of me inside of her.

  "Too full," she moaned.

  "Fuck, you feel so good, baby," I said as she rode me slow and easy. She was so fucking tiny; my hands circled her hips.

 

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