Page 49 of Untouchable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #1)

"That's interesting. What does Rosa do in the house with your men?"

She laughs. "She's introduced them to a little more kink than they had before. It turns out. They like fucking a gagged, handcuffed woman."

"Everyman's dream, right?" I laugh with her. "That brings us to you and Darren. Darren seems like he would be an excellent lover."

"Yes, he is. He is kind and considerate. A true gentleman." She pauses, and I remain silent, then she continues. "He rescued me, you know, from a mentally abusive home." She looks away. "I don't know how I got so lucky."

"He mentioned only that you were his Fair Lady. So, you have emotional scars?"

"Had. I've been in therapy, and I've been able to overcome it for the most part."

I smile at her. "Love heals all wounds. It truly does. So, what about having an orgasm?"

"What about it?" She visibly stiffens.

"Have you?" She looks out over the gardens and doesn't say anything. "Angela, unless you have been physically damaged, you can achieve an orgasm."

"No, never."

"Not even masturbating when you were little or during those hyper-sexual teen years?"

"I didn't do that." Then she turns to look at me with a heartfelt, earnest look of desperation that touches my heart. She whispers. "I've tried! I really have!" She tears up. "I can't seem to finish, so I pretend. Please don't tell the others, especially Darren. He would be heartbroken to know."

"I won't. Everyone has secrets. Some are better at hiding them." I hold my pink finger up to her, and she hooks mine with hers, and we shake. "Trust me! I know how to keep a secret." We both laugh. "Let's go get this party started!"

"Fuck yeah!" She giggles.

When we enter the room, the others are watching Madonna's "Justify My Love." Angela joins them at the TV, and I locate the crop and don my diva persona.

Now, to make them love me.

The video ends, and I step between the swingers and the TV. Pausing it, so the screen freezes on the quote about pleasure, not depending on anyone else's permission.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the game has officially begun. My Rules now apply." Addressing my minions as I strut, I tap the crop in my hand. I want them to remember the sexy spanking TD received and find that hungry, horny place again.

"Tonight is all about sex! Tonight is all about orgasm.

Tonight we are going to embrace it. Tonight we are going to own it.

Tonight we are going to celebrate it!" I stop and face them.

Tapping the crop against my leg hard enough, it pops with rhythm.

"Tonight, we will release you from any old programming that would deny your sexual satisfaction.

Tonight, you are to let it go!" I pause and look away as if a bird was flying away.

Then I look at each of them directly. "Tonight, I will open your minds to sensual sensations and make your bodies feel sexual stimulation. Do not hold back! You have been given a most precious gift. Orgasm! Embrace it. Own it. Celebrate it."

There is stunned silence.

I point to the left side of the room with the crop. "Men, line up." I point to the right side. "Ladies, you too." I point to TD. "TD, you are with me."

He walks over and stands next to me. Then his eyes find Mandy's bouncing boobs.

She lines up between Angela and Bella. I touch his arm, and he leans over so I can whisper in his ear.

"I want you to have each person strip down to their underwear.

Start with Darren. You can use hand gestures, but you may not touch them.

Put their clothes away in the cabinets. Do you understand? "

He nods and smiles. "Fuck me, Madam."

I grin at him. "Are you charming me?"

"Fuck yeah."

I laugh. "TD, if you play along with everything that happens, I guarantee you will not only be the toast of the party, but you are going to have the time of your life tonight. OK?"

He almost says OK but stops himself, grins then winks. "Go, Baby, Go."

Turning to the group, I shout. "Are we ready?"

I hear my answers echo around the room. I look at TD. "Go." Looking at the eager faces of my soon-to-be fans, I say. "Then let's get started."

I touch the Bluetooth. "Spotlight only. Begin Siri's Heart playlist." The spotlight finds me while all the other lights go off and "Circus" by Britney Spears begins.

I clap my hands above my head to the beat, point to myself, and walk to the middle of the room, taking charge as she sings about the two kinds of people.

I point to myself as the entertainer and them as the observers.

Dancing identical to Britney in the video and all the other dancers, too, staying as accurate to the original choreography as possible.

It's the perfect song to set the tone for the night.

As I dance, TD manages in the context of charades to get Darren to understand he is to strip. He sheds his clothes and gets butt naked immediately. TD shakes his finger at him and pops the waistband to his own underwear, and Darren reluctantly puts his back on.

When TD steps to Mac and gestures to Darren, he points to his clothes and strips down to his underwear. By the time he gets to Brad, everyone has figured it out, and their clothes come off. TD dances back and forth, carrying their clothes to the cabinets.

I clap my hands above my head between songs like concert performers do to get the crowd engaged.

When "Blurred Lines" by Robin Thicke begins to play, they start to dance in place.

My tits bounce in perfect timing as I strut my stuff to the pole.

When I reach it, I bump and grind around it, working it to show how good girls want to get nasty and how I know they want to get nasty too.

Then grabbing the pole, I mount it, swing around, step down, and do some deep bump and grind on it.

Then I mount it again and shimmy to the top.

Unsnapping the collar on my bodice, I push my entire body off the pole and swim like a mermaid in midair.

The weight of the leather skirt pulls the dress down, and it slowly slides off, falling to the floor.

My naked body hangs before them, and I hear my phrases shouted from my now very enthusiastic crowd.

Gripping the pole, I bring my feet to it and draw my knees to my chest. Then I slowly walk my feet apart until I'm in a full straddle split against the pole. Then I twerk on it.

More of my phrases reach my ears, and I know there are no soft dicks or dry pussies now!

The song is set to loop, and when it starts over, I turn on the pole and bring both legs together, squeezing it between them, hook my hands behind my back and let my legs "walk" to the floor.

Tucking into a tight ball, I drop to the ground then take off down the center of the room.

My naked tits bounce to the beat, and I know everyone is focused.

I hook a sharp right angle to Darren and stop directly in front of him.

He tells me, "Go, Baby, Go!"

I dance for his enjoyment. Not touching him, but close enough to tease him. Then I jiggle my tits and move to Mac.

Flirting with Mac, I lay down on my back and let my abs dance for him. I know he is thinking the jello shots would have been from a moving target.

"Faster, Bitch, faster!" He laughs.

Rolling over onto my knees, I kick up into a handstand and walk over to Charlie. I let my feet fall over to the floor, then I roll up and stand, bend over at the waist, blow my cheeks out and puff air at his groin.

He squeals, "Fuck yeah!"

Next, I dance to Brad. Getting close enough that he can feel the air, my body pushes, hitting his abs.

I let a slow sexy grin spread over my face, and he gives me the same in return.

Then I turn my back to him and slide my hands down my legs, bending over until my palms are on the ground between my stiletto heels.

Reminding him of TD's ass, and I know he is thinking he would sure like to peg him, but tonight I will do. He says. "Fuck yeah! Fuck me!"

Now we're cooking!