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Billionaire's Little Kitten 14. Spank Some Manners Into You
NileI grab her head tight and slam her down harder against my crotch. She groans, gagging as my cock sinks deeper down her throat.I hiss, feeling the warmth and pressure through my hard cock. Still, I am nowhere next to cumming.Soft lips trail along my neck. Another pair close around my nipple. A naughty tongue slowly licks the ridges of my abs. Eight naked women in my massive king-sized bed, pleasing me with their mouths, their pussies, and bodies. Breasts of varying appearances dangle in front of my face, cushioning the back of my head.Large and bulbous, small and perky, double D cups, tiny dark nipples, large pink nipples. My harem has it all.“You seem so tense, Master..” Lily, number 8 of my harem, whispers, biting the side of my neck slightly.“I am fucking tense.” I grumble.“We'll fix that,” My number 5 says, an exotic beauty with shining bronze skin, and a sinfully curvy and soft ass, “We always do.”Gilda, the beautiful blonde who has my cock in her mouth, looks up at me
Billionaire's Little Kitten 15. Billionaire Rival, Sworn Enemy
NileI walk briskly into one of the rooms with an air of authority around me. My head of security and private investigator swiftly rise to their feet and give a slight bow as a show of respect. It seems they've been here for a while, the atmosphere in the room is very tense.My head of security, Dante and the private investigator both have stiff expressions on their faces. I walk slowly towards one of the soft cushions in the room. My steps echo in the silence of the room as I sink into the soft cushion. I nod lightly beckoning them to take a seat.As they took their seats, I stared directly at their faces only to find a mixture of uncertainty and fear."How's the investigation on Dymond's attackers.” I ask in a low sinister tone. The room falls silent as they both avoid my gaze. Dante gets up, clears his throat and decides to speak.“Sir.. we've managed to narrow down a number of possibilities and routes as to –.” I cut Dante off with a cold glare as I clenched my fists hard. "Number
Billionaire's Little Kitten 16. Harem of Eight Women
DymondI sit up on the bed with a groan, running my fingers against my temple.My ass cheeks throb My cheeks are hot with anger and humiliation.My feet hurt under the bandages, hurting from when I stepped on broken glass from the window. Upon a closer look, I realize that I have been placed in a different room.A bigger, lavish and more ostentatious bedroom.The windows here, are automatic and tightly shut, so there is no way I can easily shatter it the way I did for the last bedroom. I glare across the large room to the jacuzzi pool rippling right before a massive TV. It is absolutely ridiculous how vain Nile Garres was.Did he place me here to impress me? Is this a way of apology for taking me over his knees like a little girl, ripping my ass open and spanking me?I am so stunned by his audacity.If it were another situation, I can file a lawsuit against him for touching such an intimate part of my body. But this is tyrant with money, influence and power, and I am locked under his r
Billionaire's Little Kitten 17. Master's Spanking I
DymondOnce the music is cut off, cries of absolute outrage fill the air. Everyone freezes in whatever they were partaking in, to look in the direction of the speakers.At me.“Who the fuck is that?!” A woman screams. Others let out similar curses in my direction.I don’t flinch. Instead, I stand with my head held high, enjoying the fucking looks in their faces. My eyes clash with Nile’s all the way across the room. His face is a blank, cold sheet. I cannot tell if he is enraged at my interruption or not, so I decide to take it up a notch.“Has it ever crossed any of your goddamn minds that you might be ruining someone's day with your goddamn partying?! I cannot fucking sleep, or think, my head hurts from all the useless noise—”A woman jumped out of the shadows towards me, grabbing my hair. “You fucking bitch, how dare you?!”“Get off me!” I pushed her, and she crashed into the speakers, taking them down with her.More enraged yells join the ruckus.“Get her out of here!”“She's ruin
Billionaire's Little Kitten 18. Master's Spanking II
DymondHe slams his palm on my naked ass with unforgiving force.I howl in shock and pain. My mouth falls open, eyes wide. I cannot believe that a man could take advantage of a woman this way, with no fear of the consequences. Would there even be consequences?He was untouchable. “That hurts! That hurts!” I cry, trying to push myself off the leather couch. “This is just the beginning, little pet.” He rolls the sleeves of his silk shirt up his strong, veiny forearms. His eyes are filled with perverse heat. “I wish you could see the marks beginning to form on this soft skin. Just as red as I like it.” “You have to be mentally ill! Let go of me!” “I don't expect you to break easily. I will thoroughly enjoy teaching you to behave. You are under my roof now, Dymond, your life is mine. Now, take your spanking and entertain me with your screams.”His hand slaps my ass again, hard.I let out a squealing breath, feeling the flesh jiggle with each spank. It feels obscene. “I didn't mean to
Billionaire's Little Kitten 19. Abducted By His Sworn Enemy
DymondThere is a man on the phone, offering me the opportunity I have been fighting for for the past few days.A chance to escape this freak billionaire, Nile Garres, and get as far away from Los Angeles as possible, before Greg, my stalker ex-boyfriend catches up to me. And trust me, he always does. “Who are you and why should I trust you?” I say to the phone. “Because you need help, and I'm offering it to you. Of course, it's your choice. But if you do want to escape that house right now, follow my instructions. Every single step of the way. Do you understand, Dymond?”My heart races as I contemplate my answer. This just seems too sketchy. First someone sneaks into this bedroom to place this phone here, so I can receive this call. From the sound of it, the security or staff are not even aware of it.If anyone can just sneak in, what is stopping Greg from sneaking in here to murder me in my sleep?My body trembles just remembering when he had attacked me at the train station. He
Billionaire's Little Kitten 20. Devil's Proposal
Dymond “Trevor Kazimir.” I say, stumbling slightly over the Russian pronunciation.After a beat I shrug. “Is that name supposed to ring a bell? And who the hell calls themselves the Boogeyman, like? What are you, the devil?”I watch anger raze through his face, shutting down the smug expression that once sat there.He grabs my chin hard, yanking my face up so our eyes clash. My defiant green ones to his pale blue ones. “Don't get smart with me, redhead. I might be tempted to punish you, just like your master likes. Is your ass still sore?”My entire face turns red with shame. He continues cruelly, enjoying my obvious discomfort, “Rather, is your pussy still sore?” “You bastard.” Humiliation colors my tone. I don't even bother to wonder how he knows about that. Trevoh laughs, “Nile is a pervert. Steals a girl from the hospital, locks her up in his house for his own debased interests. I am sure you would want to teach him a lesson for violating you like that.”My eyebrows furrow
Billionaire's Little Kitten 21. Where is My Kitten?
NileLoud, painful screams echo through the dark silent night followed by heavy punches and the cracking of bones.I sit at a corner veiled by shadows as I watch with a plain expression on my face, my eyes fixated on the victim in front of me as he lets out painful groans.Presently, I'm located at the underground quarters of the mansion where my guards are keeping a suspect of Dymonds attack. Since she refused to tell.me who the fuck was after her, I was fishing out suspects myself to beat the truth out of them.The stench of blood and sweat fills the room. The guards look as determined as ever not to disappoint me as they rain down merciless blows on the suspect.The suspect pleads for mercy amidst the torture but my fierce bodyguards shuts him up with relentless punches and hits. My eyes remain fixed as I stare at the scene before me with an unreadable expression.The suspect screams only get louder and as if inspired by silence, my guards continue to give the suspect VIP treatment
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Billionaire's Little Kitten 36. Not Pregnant?
DymondThe doctor is an elderly man, who is a bit too agile for his age. Asides the grey hair meticulously slicked back, and the fine wrinkles on his skin, one would think he’s twenty years younger.“Everything has been prepared, Mr. Garres.” He stands by the door, bowing slightly to that asshole. “Miss Dymond can come with me now.”“No.” I snap from where I stood in the corner. “You're not touching me!”Nile sighs wearily, rubbing his thumb between his eyebrows. The arrogant fucker is still shirtless, despite the fact that there is a little crowd now gathered in the room. Two guards, the doctor, and him.“Carry her.” He orders.The guards immediately approach me, with intent. I scream, and start to throw random objects and pillows at them. They effortlessly dodge, and in no time, I'm gently lifted into the air. I try to squirm, aiming my fingers next at the face closest me.“Don't worry, Miss, you're in safe hands.” The guard blocks my hand from gouging out his eyes, giving me a reas
Billionaire's Little Kitten 35. Whore of a Man
DymondThe last thing I remember is puking my guts out over the toilet. Isabella held my hair back, muttering something about me taking some kind of test. I blacked out after that.“Awake now?” A rough voice booms from the darkness in the room.I bolt upright, and the lights come on, illuminating the room… and the man reclined on the couch opposite the bed. I am back in “my” bedroom, with Nile boring holes into my head. I open my mouth to demand an explanation for his creepy behavior, but those words die a premature death on my tongue.Said tongue is suddenly dry. Why? Well—the hunk of a man is half-naked.I keep forgetting how huge he is. Mostly because his mere presence is overwhelming and intimidating enough, it distracts from how more giant he is than human. And not even in a gross, bodybuilder kind of way —not that there's anything wrong with them— but in a toned, Greek god kind of huge. I must look like a frail Victorian child next to him.All sculpted muscles, lean, flat abs and
Billionaire's Little Kitten 34. She is Pregnant
NileMother gets up from her seat, smiling like she did not just drop a bombshell.“Come on in, dear.” She gestures towards the door at the far end of the hall.The door opens, and a young woman appears. It strikes me how familiar she is. Tall, slender body in a demure white dress. Her hair is pin-straight, and blond. I remember how they felt between my fingers. How I lost myself for hours with those legs wrapped around my shoulders.I know that face. I know that woman. I know how she destroyed me.“I'm sure you remember Amelia Hawthorne, son.” Anthony says with a jovial smile, “Her father and I have come a long way, and she has the qualities any man would want in a wife. You used to be very close and fond of each other. It is only appropriate that you two make a splendid married couple.”“Hello, everyone. It's an honor to be invited to your beautiful home.” Amelia leans in to embrace Mother. Her sharp dark eyes soon rest on me, a smile playing on her red lips. “It's good to see you a
Billionaire's Little Kitten 33. You Must Get Married
Dymond“And this is another one of your whores, I presume.” I nearly choke on the piece of steak in my mouth. Slowly, I look up to meet the stare of Madam Anita Giles, Nile’s mother. Her facial features are as sharp as a hawk’s and from the derisive curve of her lips, it is obvious she isn't pleased by my presence.The feeling is mutual.“Mother.” Nile’s voice is so cold, colder than I ever heard it. “I suggest you mind your words. She is none of your business.”“Are you threatening your mother?” His father, Anthony Giles, asks. “I think it's disrespectful enough that you keep showing up with different women the few times you show up here.”I stare sideways at Nile, feeling a pool of nausea in my belly. I mean, I know he has a whole ass harem of whores. I know he is nothing but a rake. A promiscuous womanizer. A whore of a man who takes advantage of his wealth to hypnotize women into his sinful lifestyle.But hearing it from his own family makes me sick.“Anthony.” Nile faces him, “D
Billionaire's Little Kitten 32. Billionaire's Prisoner
DymondMy door is violently pushed open, hitting the wall with a bang. I barely react, pulling the bed covers tighter over myself. I do not want to see anyone, especially him, after the crazy events of the previous night. My mind is still reeling, how I went from being abused by my ex-boyfriend, to now being kept prisoner by an entitled billionaire.He kissed me.My entire body shivers. No, that wasn't just a kiss. He devoured me, in a dark, relentless way that I never experienced before. In front of others. And I hate how good it made me feel.Footsteps approach the bed, and from the heavy presence filling up the room, I don't need to guess who it is.“I will not tolerate any petulant behavior from you, kitten.” Nile’s silky baritone caresses my ears. “I was told you've refused to eat.”“I will eat when you let me go. I'm tired of this circus of a lifestyle, and I definitely don't want to be around you.”The sheets are yanked off me in a second, leaving me curled in a fetal position
Billionaire's Little Kitten 31. Desperate For Her
NileWhat the fuck have I done?With ice filling my veins, I watch my pet twitch and moan under me, lost under the waves of her orgasm. The sounds come rushing back. The moans of the people in the hall, the fucking and cumming.I forgot about them, when my focus was on Dymond. Shit. I never wanted to go this far. Not yet. She isn't ready.Slowly, I lift myself off her. The front of my pants is slick with her juices, and her sweet pink pussy is still exposed and quivering.“Fuck.” I mutter under my breath, turning away from her.My raging erection is nearly painful, and I smell of her pussy, her sweet scent. But slowly, anger is bubbling within me, because I lost control. This is supposed to be a punishment for her, but I let my own sinful fucking desires override my judgement.Grinding my jaw, I grab the hookah on the table and drag in a long inhale. The tingling steam soothes the tension in my shoulders, before rushing out of my nostrils in a long exhale.“What…what the hell did you j
Billionaire's Little Kitten 30. Shameless Little Whore
DymondHis fingers slip through the fabric, and penetrates.I let out a cry, grabbing his forearm at the intrusion. He does not let out, stroking his long, big fingers inside me so skillfully, that an involuntary moan tears out of me.I can not believe this is happening.He bends over me, traps my head under his chest, and fingers me to oblivion. I feel the eyes of his guests watching my pussy get penetrated, probably touching themselves and fucking from the shared pleasure.“Oh god…!” I gasp, panicking, “Nile…!”“Master. That is what you address me as. Don't make that mistake again.”His strokes into my cunt grow fervent, faster, hungrier. A growl escapes him, and next thing I know, he's grabbing my collar, pulling me up to be consumed by a ravaging, wild kiss. I have no way to process everything all at once, as that mouth devoured me, hungrily. A proper kiss, this time, with his tongue rolling in, and desecrating every part of me. He snatches his mouth away, only to spit into mine.
Billionaire's Little Kitten 29. Humiliation Ritual
DymondIs that a man slurping wine from between a woman's thighs?I have no idea, because my head is spinning in all ways possible. How many hours has it been? Three? Four? It is hard to keep track of time, when the insufferable rake behind me keeps forcing wine down my throat. It does not help that the damn poison tastes like heaven.“Tipsy already? That was only the second glass, pet.” His diabolical voice ripples against my skin, “Who knew you're such a lightweight.”“Y…you fuckerrr!..” I try to glare at him, but turning my head seems to take too much effort now. “I don't…want any more w-wine…!”I let out a hiccup, and his hand rests on my back, rubbing soothingly.“Alright, kitten. You're far more relaxed now. Didn't I say the wine would help?”That makes me tense up again. A sudden flush of anger blazes through the haze of tipsiness clouding my thoughts. With all my strength, I push myself around to face him, swinging my hand, and aiming for his face. Maybe a damn slap would conve
Billionaire's Little Kitten 28. Sex In Public?
DymondHe releases the collar, and I burst out panting, feeling lightheaded.“Um…please come in, Mr. Garres.” Dana cut in, like what she just witnessed, is normal. “You have the best spot in the entire building, as usual.”“Of course.” Nile strides after her, and I follow, wrapping my arms over my chest self-consciously.Inside the building, is a large dome filled with dim, sexual lights. Bodies are stretched out in lounges, glowing skin, glittering skin, kissing and touching each other sensually. The music is soft and sexual, vibrating through my barely-clad figure.A dancer is rolling on a dais, completely naked, with her wet hair sticking to her skin.Most of the audience, however, shifts their attention from her to us, as Dana ushers Nile in. Their eyes are filled with varying gleams of lust, admiration and even jealousy. Many of them even stare at the collar around my neck as if they wish they would be tugged around like this by Nile.Frowning, I cover as much of my exposed body a
