Page 51 of Untouchable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #1)

When Chris Cagle says in the song, "Ow, come on," I unsnap my dress and let it slide off again, then kick it away.

His python hardens and peeks out of the top of his briefs.

I crank up my dance again, pushing him harder and harder.

Right before the chorus, I bend over, ass in the air, and place his hands over his python, telling him, "Remember Rule #1 is No Touching Me. "

He grins, grabs his cock, and starts to stroke.

I drop down, straddling the arms of the chair. My pussy hovering over him. I tell him. "Let There Be Cowgirls!"

"Fuck me!" He coos and strokes to the rhythm of my gait. His soft moans of "Faster, Bitch, faster" in his sexy southern drawl that only I can hear urge me on.

I hear Rosa encouraging me too. "Go, Baby, Go!"

He starts to pant, and his face begins to lose control as his orgasm begins to take over.

"Oh no, Cowboy. Not yet. Whoa, now." I stop riding him and slide my ass to the left, and dismount his saddle.

His eyes open, and his whole face grins at me.

I reach around and grab the pole, lifting my legs up and over my head, open my legs in a straddle split, and slowly lower my pussy until my divine diva-ness hangs over his head.

Then I pull my body back to the pole, squeeze it with my thighs, and display my strength and in-air control, gracefully fall over in a backward swan dive, slowly sliding down the pole.

Mac and Rosa stare up at me, stunned, and I hear their awed whispers of "Fuck me and fuck yeah."

Knowing he gets off on being dominated, I step onto the chair arms again and push him to his limits.

Throwing my left hand up in true Rodeo fashion, circling it overhead, I mimic a bull rider as I drop to my knees.

My tits bounce and flounce wildly with the chaotic dance.

My pussy slams against his thighs over and over again. I count to 8. Then I stop cold.

The strain of not stroking his cock now plays heavily across his face.

Finally, he bellows like a bull. "FUCK ME FASTER, BITCH, FASTER!" Grabbing his python, he pumps it hard and fast, screaming through gritted teeth. "GO, BABY, GO! FASTER, BITCH, FASTER, FUCK YEAH, FUCK ME!"

I fall forward, thrusting my tits at him as my hand shoots out and grips his throat.

Squeezing hard, I choke him, strangling him with the strength of a pole dancer.

He stops whacking off, and his face gets redder and redder as I force his head back in my viselike grip while I drag my body up against his, so close, the tips of my nipples stir his thick chest hairs.

Then I put my other hand over his face and push myself off him.

As I tower over him, he gasps for air then lets out a bellowing. "MOTHERFUCKER!" As soon as I see the muscles of his arms flinch, I twist, jumping away before he can grab me. I shimmy up the pole, as Rosa steps forward and lays the crop down on his chest with a smashing blow.

He screams. "FUCKING BITCH!"

I watch from the top of the pole as she smashes the crop down again, and again each time he violates my rule, answering with another insult.

As the whistle blows ending the song, I drop the entire length of the pole and stop with my head inches from the floor, dangling like a roped calf.

The beating stops—Mac slumps in the chair.

You can hear a pin drop. There is only the sound of Rosa's panting and Mac's deep gasping.

Dismounting the pole, I squat next to him. Putting my hand on his arm, I ask softly. "Hey Buddy, you ok?"

With his eyes closed, he answers. "Fuck yeah, Seary!"

I pat his arm. "Atta boy. You're one tough son-of-a-bitch."

He grins without opening his mouth.

As I stand up, I tell Rosa. "Let's give him a minute." When I look at her, I see his cum dripping off her face.

Her eyes smile at me as she pulls a finger out of her mouth. "He'll be fine." Then she wrinkles her nose and grins. Wipes cum on her finger and sticks it back in her mouth.

Damn! That's true love!

Gathering my dress, I slip it back on. Rosa squats by Mac's side and strokes his arm. "Fuck yeah?"

He opens his eyes and turns loving eyes on her. "Fuck yeah. Fuck me." Then inhaling deeply, he pushes himself out of the chair and stands. The welts are severe and will leave bruises, but he raises his arms high and tells them. "FUCK YEAH!" Then he turns to Rosa and bows to her.

Very interesting dynamic. He uses submission to prove he is dominant.

Next, he turns to me and bows. I tilt my head in acknowledgment.

Soft clapping starts as they exit the platform and return to their places in the lines.

"Please bring my shoes, TD." When he arrives with them, I balance myself against him as I slip them on. "It's your turn." Hooking his arm, I steer him to the ladies.

"Ladies, where are my manners? I haven't properly introduced TD to you yet.

" As I speak, I show him off like a piece of meat.

"I'm going to let you get to know him by playing a little game called Tease and Torture, Touch Down.

Your goal is to do just that. Tease him, torture him, and yes, you may touch him.

You can touch this fine young buck anywhere and everywhere. "

I raise my finger and wag it. "Except his cock.

That's off-limits for now. I am going to let each of you have a shot at him.

Angela will be first, then Rosa, then Mandy, and last but not least, Bella.

" The girls arrange their place in line to match the order given.

"When I start counting, you are going to start touching.

Now when I reach 30, your time is up. Make your examination time count because I might count fast, but then again, I might count slow.

Any questions? I didn't think so. Your goal is to tease him because… ."

I snap my fingers, point at a spot on the floor in front of Angela, and TD promptly takes his place in the spotlight. Moving to stand behind him so he can't see me, I give her the green light. "Ok, Angela. Ready, get set, go! Tease TD."

"(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction" begins to play. I use Carlito Olivero's version from a season of The X Factor.

TD smiles at her. "Go, Baby, Go."

"One. Two." I count and encourage her. "Don't be bashful, Angela. Tease him. Torture him. Touch him!"

He raises his arms, placing his hands on top of his head, then flexes his abs for her.

She drops down to her knees in front of him, puts both hands on the outside of his legs, then runs her hands inside his briefs to his ass and cups his butt cheeks. She pulls his cock to her face and kneads his groin. Instantly, his boner is back.

"Oh, dear. I forgot to keep counting. Three, four, five…."

He looks down, watching her. When she slides his briefs down to his knees, he says in a slow delighted way. "Fuck yeah."

By the time I reach twenty, she is caressing his balls with one hand while the other massages his ass, watching him pulsate his cock for her in time to the music.

In the last 10 seconds, she goes for broke.

Being careful not to get slapped in the face by his dancing cock, she goes in to suck a ball into her mouth.

The 'FUCK ME' that TD says to the ceiling is delivered with pure elation.

Well played. "Thirty. Time is up, Angela."

She releases his jewel, backs out, and asks him as he pulls his briefs up to cover the hard-on she created. "Fuck me?"

"Fuck yeah!" He promises her.

She traces her finger down his tight abs to his briefs, pulls the elastic band out, and pops it.

"A+." I grade her.

Guiding him with light taps to his ass with the crop, I move him down the line. "Rosa, same instructions. Ready?"

She nods.

"Go. One: Tease him." Two: Torture him. Three: Touch him, but don't score a Touch Down. Not yet, anyway."

She circles him, looking him up and down. When she stands behind him, she pinches his ass, checking his muscle tone.

He finches.

That hurt. She must have grabbed a tender spot from his spanking. I smirk.

Then she cups a butt cheek to determine the firmness of his fucking muscle. She grins at Angela and nods. "Go, Baby, Go. Faster, Bitch, faster? Fuck yeah."

Angela gives her the 'ok' sign.

Rosa walks around to face him and runs her hands over his shoulders, then down his arms, pulling his hands to her, and examines his fingers.

Measuring the size of his against hers and inspecting his manicure.

Then she again starts on his shoulders and slides her palms down his pecs to his abs.

She belly slaps them, and he tightens them against the pain.

Then she pokes them with the tip of her finger, testing their firmness. She nods and smirks at him.

Next, she reaches up and gets a handful of hair, pulls his head down to hers.

She checks his ears and lifts his lips off his teeth.

She peers at them with interest, then sticks her tongue out and beckons him to mimic her.

When his tongue starts sliding out of his mouth, I know he is going to impress them.

It is fucking long like his dick. She whistles excitedly and says, "Fuck me! Fuck yeah!"

Grinning, she slaps his arm, then steps to his side and swats his ass. "Go, baby, go! Faster, bitch, faster!"

"Twenty. Twenty-one. TD, I believe Rosa wants to know the speed with which you can fuck her. Is that right, Rosa?"

"Fuck yeah." She swats his ass again. She tells him, "Faster, bitch, faster!"

He pumps his arms and fucks the air as fast as he can. She analyses his form as if he were a stallion and she was buying him for breeding.

"Thirty."

He slows, then stops. She steps up in front of him and gives him a pat on the side of the cheek, then returns to her place in line.

"Fuck me?" He asks.

She answers, grinning. "Faster, bitch, faster, fuck yeah, fuck me!"

He grins at her, grabs his package, then fucks the air again. Sticking his tongue out playfully.

Showoff. I roll my eyes. "Ok, Studmuffin. She can ride you later. Come on. Mandy is waiting."