The Billionaire's Punishment For Loving Me

004. Role Play's Pleasurable Revenge

Janiya’s Pov



The vibrating of Dean’s cell phone somewhat distracted me from his previous words, which made a storm rage deep within my soul. I had to try to contain my pain and anger because I knew his dirty dark secret and that he was lying to me, right in front of my face. Maybe I’d confront him tonight. Perhaps I’d break up with him. Or maybe, just maybe, I’d show him that I was never the girl he thought I was. I looked at him, knowing he was a vile man. But I couldn’t let him see my true feelings. So, I let him talk; every sentence is another thread on the web he’d spun. I watched him, searching for signs of guilt, for any flicker of truth behind his lies. But I could see the message he read on his phone; it left him a little stunned.

“Is everything okay? Do you need to make a call? I can wait…” I paused.

“Oh no baby, don’t stop, let’s continue.” Dean insisted.

“Are you sure?” I asked, touching him. I could feel his heart wildly pounding as I ran my hand down his chest and over his shirt and slacks, coming to a stop right where his belt buckle and pants zipper met. I teased him, letting my hand linger for a moment at his belt buckle before I started rubbing the outside of his already rock-hard rod.

"So far, so good. Do you mind if I take a closer look?"

"Not...not at all," he tells me, trying and failing to control his breathing. I unzip his fly.

"Oh my," I pretended to smile. "You have a lovely shaft." I wasn’t a liar like him; I told him the truth, but the thought of Dean giving his shaft willingly to some other woman infuriated me. But I couldn’t ruin my plan for revenge or this role-play.

Dean pridefully blushed, as his eyes filled with lustful desire; you would have thought this was his first time with a girl. Which wasn't true. I knew men love to get a compliment about that one body part, and it excites and embarrasses him. I had never seen a vulnerable side to him before, until tonight.

"Thanks, baby, no one makes me feel as good as you do," he says sheepishly.

I laugh sultrily. "What’s the matter? Is this your first time, baby, doing something like this? I’ll take my time; we have all night. I’m going to love you slow and easy, or do you want it rough?” I say, seductively licking my lips before planting kisses on his jawline, nibbling and then biting his neck. Listening to him, moan and groan excitedly. I tried not to think about how I felt on the inside, almost sick to my stomach with hurt. I lay him back against the sofa, lying on top of him, looking into his face. I want to dig his eyeballs out for inflicting my heart with this pain.

“You are so beautiful.” He groaned out huskily.

I let my hair fan over him like a silk curtain, as his finger traced my cheekbones.

“Your skin is silky soft like creamy praline candy, full, beautiful lips, and eyes the color of chocolate diamonds. I could stare at you like this forever.”

I popped all the buttons on his shirt when I snatched it open. His mouth waters reflexively as I look at his solid chest. My mouth descends on his chest. His only reply is the loud moan. I lick and suck hard at one taut n****e, sending shivers through his body. When I’ve had my fill of the first one, I turn to the other and shower it with the same attention. Hearing his soft groans and heavy breathing fill the room, I slowly kissed down his firm abs and towards his pants zipper, and paused. Then I give his pants one final tug, and Dean can’t even say words. The only sound that comes from his throat is a growl.

During this role play, I had to laugh to keep from crying. “This isn’t like you to be shy. Are you shy, big boy?” I asked him.

He chuckled nervously under his breath, slightly sitting up. "Right now, yeah. A little. I have never seen this side of you before; it’s primal and completely foreign to me, but I like it. Baby, no other woman does for me what you do for me."

I demand from my straddle position over his body. "Lie down," Dean wastes no time lying back on the sofa. My breast pressed against his heaving chest.

“You are every fantasy I've ever had as a teenager, as a man, is lying right before me. You're a vision. A goddess. I’m so hungry for you, Janiya.”

He began kissing me passionately, and his hands roamed over my barely clad body. His mouth descends on my neck, kissing the delicate skin on my throat, making his way along the path of love.

Down to my breast, where my cleavage was exposed, before being hindered by a nude lace bra.

The mewls of pleasurable lies spewed from his lips as he told me how much he loved me. The more I saw him fall deeper into the love-filled expressions that I released. Watching him getting more and more engulfed in my displays of love-making. I whispered in his ear, “Oh, Dean, I can’t wait for the day I become your wife, and we get to have foreplay like this every single day and all night.”

“Hmm, yes, yes.” He moaned.

Dean showed no signs of guilt or remorse. The only head doing any thinking at this point is the one begging to be released from his pants.

The force of my pleasure, I withdrew from his body, at the height of his enjoyment. The thing is, I knew he didn’t want this to end. I could tell as I began to withdraw from his hold. “I have a gift for you.”

Dean reaches out longingly, inviting me to return to his arms. And my only thought was that there was one thing I was sorry about, which was giving him my heart.

In that moment, as his eyes danced with excitement as I fumbled to pull my lace panties off, everything became clear. The only time this man has ever truly shown any appreciation for my quirks or smiles. For my supple body and beautiful soul. Or ever expressed “I love you, Janiya,” is doing moments like this one.

I pulled away and dropped the small, delicate panties saturated in my essence on his abdomen. While he lay there, anticipating the next exciting move that he thought I was about to make.

But I stepped back, picking up the trench coat from the floor, closing it over my body, as I walked toward my front door and opened it wide.

Dean was utterly shocked as his hand reached out for me.

“Baby, where are you going? I don’t understand what’s happening right now?”

He could see my eyes narrow into slits, peering at him as anger surged within me, as I turned to face him.

“That’s what’s wrong with men like you, you are never satisfied, you want your cake and eat it too. I’m not going to be your cake, Dean.”

“No, baby, that’s not true. I want you, and we could have a good life together.”

“I don’t need you to give me a good life. I can, and I will provide that for myself. So, goodbye, Dean. Enjoy those,” I pointed my finger at the underwear he held in his hand. “This is all you will ever have of me.”

“Wait, baby, what did I do? I thought we were having fun here…”

“It’s over, Dean, and I wish you and whoever Brooklyn is a happy life together!” When I said her name. Dean shot straight up in a state of shock off my sofa.

“Wait, wait, Huh? What’s going on?”

I knew he saw the hurt and anger in my eyes, and he heard it in my tone. “Get out! And don’t ever come back!” My hands clenched into tight fists, as my breathing quickened. There were no more words for him to say to me, as he walked out my door and I slammed it behind him.

But the story wasn’t finished. Not yet. Not for either of us.