My White Billionaire Bundle (BWWM Billionaire Romance) by Claire Fenton Read Free Book Online

what he’d just done to me, my legs were shaking and my pussy was on fire. I knew I looked a hot mess but didn’t care. Being with such a dominant man with such specific tastes was incredible.

    I pushed the button to the elevator, waiting for the steel beast to arise to gently take me back to my room. I glanced down at my knees, the time I’d spent on them scandalously evident. I’d crawled on my hands and knees. I’d drunk from a dog bowl. All while wearing a collar and leash and loving every second of it.

    Even Denise. Her preening, her judgment, her begrudging acceptance. I’d faced my fears, stepped into the gladiator’s arena and emerged victorious. Mr. Stannis had been drunk, but not too drunk to fuck me wildly. The thought of his white length disappearing into my darkness was enough to make me need to lean against the wall for a moment.

    The ding of the elevator’s arrival snapped me out of my reverie. The doors opened to an interior that was far too bright. I hit the button to my floor, and the elevator descended. On the very next floor, it stopped.

    The doors parted and Maggie walked into the elevator. My roommate, competitor and nemesis. Her lipstick was smeared, her mascara was running and her hair needed straightening.

    “Hot date?” I said, grinning. I knew she didn’t like me, and once our intern period was over, one of us would be going home early. But I needed someone to commiserate with.  

    She took one look at me and shook her head. “You’re one to talk.” She stepped in and leaned against the elevator wall. “Another Stannis booty call?”

    “It’s not like that,” I said, looking away. “I think he really likes me.”

    “Like, love, I’d just settle for a guy who was considerate enough not to get cum in my hair. I was in the salon Thursday and now this,” she said, holding up a length of her hair, stuck together.

    “Eww,” I said. “So, who was it?”

    Maggie closed her eyes and leaned her head back. “Donnie Blue,” she said. The slightest smile alighted on her lips.

    “The DJ?” I said.  

    “The very one,” she said. “He’s spending some time in New York in between Ibiza and Singapore. He said this year he’ll be in a different country every week.” Her eyes went wide with excitement. “Can you imagine?”

    The doors opened and we walked to our room.

    “I don’t know. Doesn’t that sound lonely?” I said.

    “That’s why these powerful famous men have women like us,” she said. “Their lives are stressful and exhausting. So they need dependable women to warm their beds while they’re here.”

    The end of her sentence stung me. “It sounds like you have a great thing going with Donnie, but it’s different with Mr. Stannis and I.”

    Maggie laughed. “How is it different?” She slid the keycard into the slot and opened our door.

    “It just is. He’s got…” I said, the door closing behind me.

    “He’s got what? A big dick? A dirty kink?” she said, spinning around. “That’s it!” Her eyes blazed.

    “Never mind,” I said.

    “Ohhh no. You’re going to spill it, slut,” she said. Her grin was impish. “What’s his thing? Diaper stuff?”

    “Wait,” I said.

    “Yeah, I bet he’s got a huge ass crib up there, makes you feed him from a big bottle, change his shitty diapers. God, what a fucking pervert! Does he call you mommy while you fuck him?”

    “What?” I said.

    “I’ve been there,” she said. “Mr. Danerski. I was working at a second tier hotel that was barely in Manhattan. Shit head millionaire clientele. Small fish with huge egos,” she said, getting undressed. “Anyway, Mr. Danerski. Diaper stuff,” she said. I saw a visible shiver run through her body.

    “Stop with the diaper stuff! It’s nothing like that,” I said, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

    “Then what is it?” She stepped closer to me. She smelled of sweat and sex. Her tight stomach still held a sheen of perspiration. In the