The Billionaire's plaything

Chapter5

Why don't you call me daddy while you beg for more?”

Ethan groaned, rubbing his wet d**k and teasing his tip on her already swollen labia, “call me daddy and beg”

“Daddy…please…

Luna's voice came out in whispers, “ give me more..daddy..

“You're a slut”

“Your slut daddy”

Then like a furious bear, he plunged his d**k back into where it belonged. Her p***y.

Thrusting and pounding like his life depends on it, like he would lose his mind if he stopped.

Smacking her butt cheeks hard as they turned red, “ye..ah, dad..dy…harder…fuck that pussy.. I'm cumming!

She screamed loudly as hot liquids hushed from her p***y to her thighs. Her body shook vigorously as she splashed her juice over the couch.

Then she thought it was all over.

But it was only the beginning.

Still in her position and having no idea how she’d look him in the face, because like a flash of lightning, lust disappeared from her eyes, cladding her in shame.

Still lost in shame, his voice, in flirtatious contents,jolted her back to reality, “ lay on your back..and spread your legs”

She had wanted to scream at him for making her commit a taboo, but she saw herself spreading her legs, revealing her p***y that still glistened with her slimy juices, wider than she ever thought she could. Breathing and panting heavily,

“You told me you wanted more, do you think you still need more?”

She was mute, her p***y quivering at his voice as she watched him.

His huge d**k still stretched out towards her, dripping with her juices and his precum.

“Yes..she heard herself stutter.

This was taboo, but she couldn't say no either.

He said nothing further. She called him DADDY, so he'd treat her like one.

Luna felt something burying deeply into her. It felt really good, but it wasn't a d**k.

It didn't feel like one.

Too smooth to be a d**k, yet to hard.

It was the handle of the office letter opener.

Ethan teasing her with the tips, watched her face lit with puzzles.

“Let me give you the daddy’s treat, a gift from your daddy to you,”

Then immediately, he forced the wooden handle into her, pulling it out at intervals to tease her.

He paused. Swirling the wooden handle in circular motions still drilling it in her p***y.

The pleasure was intense on Luna, she grabbed his hand, perhaps to take it more deeper, but he took her hands off.

“You don't touch me, you've got no rights”

Then he directed the handle covered with her c*m to her lips, like the greedy w***e she was, she wrapped her lips around it, sucking on it hungrily. Tasting herself on the handle, she swallowed everything.

What a w***e!

Then she felt it in her throat, slowly..

Then deeply.

She was choking on it but he cared less, grinning from ear to ear as she gasped for breath on it.

Then he pulled it out, “get out,”

His voice this time was coarse, and of course, with a sense of authority.

Luna wasn't sure of what she heard, but it kept echoing in her mind.

She shamefully picked up her clothing from the marble floors, staggering and casting a last glance at her torn pants laying helplessly in a corner of the office.

She picked it up and slowly walked out of the office in her clothes without a pant.

“You're expected to be at the office at exactly 6:30am and lateness of course attracts a.. heavy…penalty” Ethan snickered, laying emphasis on the three last words with an evil grin in his face, “not even a minute late, Miss Shawn”

Having said that, he dismissed her, watching as she sauntered slowly towards the door in embarrassment.

Luna got to the executive elevator, biting hard on her nails and cutting off the tips of her flesh, while she panicked in fear.

It wasn't just anything else other than shame and embarrassment cladding its robes over her, she felt a pang of guilt. Her instincts condemned her actions, but her body prickled in excitement as the scenes started replaying, bit by bits in her mind.

Fuck you Luna!

She stomped her feet hard against the floors of the elevator, her fists clenched by her sides, “hey pretty”

An icy, yet familiar voice came out. She tilted her head upwards and flinched at his sight.

“H..hi”

She stuttered at her speech,

“so…Logan's yet to pay and he said you'd pay up today” the man continued, “his debts are due, long does with accumulated interest”

“You..you came all the way here to remind me of that?” Luna retorted, puzzled.

“I’m busy,” she said quietly, trying to move past him, but he sidestepped, blocking her.

“I’m not here to chat,” he murmured low, his tone sharp and quiet. “You remember you promised on his behalf to repay his debt, that's today”

“He defaulted. And guess who co-signed, sweetheart?” He smirked. “I’m not here to play games. You owe. And I collect.”

Luna’s pulse raced. “I—I don’t have that kind of money. Not yet”

Kelvin leaned in, his breath brushing her ear. “Then make yourself useful. Stop by tonight. Let’s talk… options.”

He slipped a folded card into her palm. A black business card, cleanly embossed with a gold address, “it's 21 crest Rd”

She wanted to throw it back at him, but her fingers clenched around it.

“Don’t keep me waiting,” Kelvin whispered, then turned and disappeared through the doors like a ghost in a tailored suit.

Meanwhile, In Ethan's office.

He stood at the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the street far below. The air around him was heavy with what had happened in his office, pulsing with something he couldn’t quite name.

He turned slowly, eyes drifting to the leather-bound notebook on his desk.

With a clean stroke, he scribbled a name and an address:

Kelvin, 21 Crest Rd

Then he picked up the phone.

“Handle it,” he said simply, voice low and deliberate. “Tonight.”