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She doesn’t pick up. But then I remember that she might be busy with class or crossing the street. I internally curse myself out for the thought of putting her in danger.

  Stop, you’re being paranoid. Just find her.

  I drive up to St. Edina’s University. It’s bigger than what I remember from last time.

  “Damn it, I don’t even know her major.”

  I could’ve called Bella to ask, but I wanted nothing pointing to Willow around Bella. If I go inside and ask the school, surely some of the older women would gossip and spread rumors. I’m a multi-billionaire. Things like not knowing a major isn’t supposed to stop me from finding the woman I want.

  I bring my phone to life and call an old friend.

  “Hello, Lucas. Haven’t heard from you in a while,” I say, grinning like a mad man. I can taste Willow in my mouth. I’m that close to finding her.

  “Hello? Ry? God it’s been forever, how’re you?” he says.

  “Good, I hate to call so abruptly like this. But I need to find someone. I have her phone number and was hoping you could work your magic and tell me where she might be at on this campus.”

  Lucas hisses through his teeth. That isn’t a good sound. “Ry, I’m on probation—don’t ask. But I’m lucky I get my phone. I can’t do any magical shit right now.”

  “Mph, got caught? Did you have to give any names?”

  “You mean yours? No. It wasn’t anything like that. Just some revenge hacking gone wrong… sorta.”

  “What did I tell you about not attacking in anger.”

  “It’s called high off of power. I’m getting clean now,” he chuckles. “Hope you can find her. Gotta hang up now, I’m limited to time on the phone.”

  “Understood. Good luck, I’ll check in with you later.”

  “No prob.”

  I hang up and think about who else to call. One more name pops up in my mind and I know all too well that not only could she find her, but she’d be all too glad to do it.

  “Oh Mr. G!” Ms.Chevelle sings out, “Such a rare opportunity to get a call from you. It’s always the other way around. What’s wrong? Do you need something?” she asks, glee in her voice.

  “Yes, I need to find her. I have a phone number and wonder if you can track the coordinates or something.”

  “Ohhh, trying to find your love, aren’t you? That cute reddy, right?”

  “Yes,” I sigh.

  “You don’t know her major?”

  “No or else I’d be on the hunt right now.”

  “Ohh,” Ms. Chevelle purrs. “Well, her major is computer programming. She’ll be in—”

  “The A and C buildings,” I say, finishing her sentence. “How did you know her major?”

  “Oh, just a little poking around. Don’t want you falling for a trap or anything. Right? Willow Roman, your best friend’s daughter and your daughter’s best friend. What a mix. Good luck, Mr. G.”

  I’m already out of my car, sprinting towards the A building first, my heart pounding in my chest. Students crowd the halls and I look across the sea of heads to see if I can spot Willow’s blazing red hair.

  Someone tugs on my arm and I look back to see who it is.

  “Willow!”

  “Hey there, Mr. Gold. Looking for Bella? She’s in the E building, you know.”

  Words get stuck in my throat again. I motion for her to follow me and I lead her out all the way towards my car.

  “Wait, Mr. Gold. I love when you sweep me off my feet,” she says in almost a whisper, “but I have midterms right now. I can’t leave.”

  “Midterms, I forgot. Look at what you’re doing to this old man.” I feel like a fool again. Somehow this young girl brings me, a powerful man, down on his knees.

  “Don’t worry.” She comes over close to me, “I’ll make it up to you.” There’s a sinister glint in her eyes. My cock throbs with joy. Now to get through the day doing something productive other than jerking off.

  “Yes, I’ll hold you down to it,” I say with a smile.

  She shoots me that rebellious, flirty smile with a hint of teeth and slightly furrowed eyebrows.

  She’s mine. Today I will dominate her and I will leave

  Chapter Seven

  Willow

  The way he came up to the school like that… Bella could have been right there next to me, what then? Mr. Gold is turning my world upside down in all the most delicious ways. I can barely pay attention to the questions on the midterm. The classroom is cold and all the students are dead silent. I could only guess that some of them were going through some type of panic of whether they would fail or not.

  Luckily I studied. But the thoughts of Mr. Gold doing things to me with his hands… spanking me, biting me, licking me. I am distracted by heady daydreams and dampening panties. This time I took the liberty to actually wear panty liners to keep me from spotting myself. My nipples harden and every little move I make causes them to rub against my bra and make me squirm and mash my thighs together.

  I can’t wait to get out of here.

  Only ten…

  Five..

  Two questions to go.

  I pack up quickly, my breathing ragged and my heart pounding all around my ribcage. I want Mr. G to fully fuck me so badly. But not the plain kind of fucking, no, I want him to be brutal. Nasty. Dominating. I want to become his slave, his sex doll on demand. The thoughts of everything that makes us so dangerous can fuck off. It would be impossible to keep myself from him. I’d have to move and keep my living place a secret if I were to break it off from him.

  But then he’d probably still find me and I’d fall in love even harder.

  When I shuffle my papers together to give to my teacher, he looks at me strangely and takes my papers.

  “Ms. Roman, can I see you in my office. I’ll meet you there in a second,” he says.

  “Okay, Mr. Rumsfer.”

  I walk to his office while I huff and puff to myself.

  What the hell is going on now? I’m one of the best students in there and I have stuff to do!

  I wait outside the door to his office down the hall from the classroom. Soon, he emerges from the classroom and strides down the hall. Odd, the rest of the class is still taking their test… Isn’t he supposed to be in there with them?

  Without saying a word, he opens the door to his office and we walk inside. When he closes the door behind me, my skin crawls.

  “Mr. Rumsfer, is there something wrong?” I ask, impatient.

  “Ms. Roman. I’ve been impressed with your skill in our class this semester. I think you’re stunning.” Mr. Rumsfer is standing by his desk and inches towards me. Things get stuffier and I step back.

  This is where I get the hell outta here.

  I turn around to open the door and he tries to grab my arm. With a swift kick to the knee, he falls to the ground. Before leaving, I tell him, “if you want to make something out of this, I swear you’ll never be hired anywhere again! Do you know who I am? I’m a Roman!” The last part of that sentence came out as a hiss, but nonetheless I am not going to take shit from some idiotic dumb man. Not when someone like Mr. Gold is around. Only he can touch me and make me drip.

  No one else.

  No one.

  ***

  I don’t know why I cried. But I feel vulnerable and the only person I want to see is him… Ryan. Ryan Gold. My boss and my lover. I park by his front door and see him on the steps waiting cooly. He comes down to where I am and like a gentleman, opens the door for me to get out.

  “Mr. Gold—”

  “You’re crying. Come inside. Let’s talk.”

  He ushers me into his master bedroom. The bedroom I’ve seen many times in quick passing but never been in. It smells just like him and the temperature is kept at a chill. When he comes out of the bathroom with tissue, he hands it to me and sits by me on his huge spacious king bed.

  “Tell me why you’re crying,” he demands, his voice caring yet stern.

  “It’s nothing.”
I really don’t want to talk about another man around Mr. Gold anyways. “Hold me?”

  “Willow, tell me right now. I demand an answer,” he insists, impatience rising in his voice.

  His voice makes me melt on the inside. But I still refuse to tell him. I just don’t want that floating around between us right now.

  When I lean in to kiss him, he pulls away and gets up.

  “I don’t like it when my questions go unanswered.”

  “Then aren’t you going to punish me?”

  I’m smiling but he’s not.

  Fine.

  “Okay okay. My math teacher tried to make a pass at me. It wasn’t—”

  “Did he touch you?” he asks, his eyebrows furrowing. He grits his teeth and I get up to calm him down.

  “No he didn’t go all the way, but I did have to knee him and put him in his place.”

  Mr. Gold opens his mouth as if he is about to say something else, but closes it and looks away swiftly. Thank god he didn’t ask for a name. Then I’d have to worry.

  “Mr. Gol—”

  He pushes me back onto his bed, kissing me, pining me down on his soft bed. My arms flail around on the silky sheets and then migrate to his back as I wrap my legs around him.

  “Mr. Gold, don’t let me leave without giving me everything. I want you inside me so badly,” I say, my voice quivering like my pussy.

  “Then do as I say. And nothing more. Or else all I’ll do is tease you and you’ll never get any of my cock in that wet young pussy of yours.”

  I shiver and swallow. “Yes, Mr. Gold.”

  Chapter Eight

  Ryan

  Mr. Gold rolls me over and spreads my legs apart. This is really happening! My life long crush and now full blown lover is going to pop my cherry. I couldn’t have asked for a better man. My pussy is pouring tears of want for him and is throbbing every second as if it’s gulping down water.

  Having his fingers inside me is enough to make me come. But now that big veiny cock that is bobbling in front of me is going to take me. Rough and hard and unprotected.

  “Do you want me to use condoms?” he asks, his consideration and firmness nearly make me squirt. Damn I can’t even think now until he plugs that fat cock inside me.

  “No! Just take me! Now,” I sob, rolling my hips up. My body is trembling.

  Mr. Gold takes a short second to think. About what, I don’t know, but I don’t care if I carry his baby. I just want him. My lungs refuse to breath normally until he does. Swiftly, he gets on his knees and licks at my wetness. His tongue nearly sends me over the edge. I scream and cry in delight, moving around and trying to break the necktie tied around my wrists.

  Fuck this punishment. I want to be rewarded right now.

  Mr. Gold gets back up and towers over top of me. His cologne drifts down to my nose, making me feel woozy.

  The bulbous head of his hard rugged cock bumps deliciously against my opening and pushes in slowly.

  Mr. Gold whispers, “tell me if I’m hurting you.”

  “Yes. Keep going,” I whimper.

  He slides in further and is greeted by the pull of my pussy, bringing him to my virginal wall. His pressure intensifies against it, and one more thrust breaks it completely. It’s a pinching sensation, but my mind blacks out at the satisfaction of having him all the way inside me.

  “Get used to my size inside you, dear. It’ll take a second.”

  Mr. Gold kisses my forehead and we end up making out. Slowly he moves inside me, hitting a certain spot that makes me feel like I’m going to fall apart.

  “Touch me there again,” I moan.

  He does, again and again. Harder and harder. His cock pulsates inside me, hitting every corner it can find, going deeper than the last thrust. He shifts his head down to my nipples and sucks them as his hands keep my wrists over my head.

  The pace quickens, and soon enough I’m hollering at the top of my lungs. Now I know what those women in porn movies felt when they say they are close to coming.

  “You’re so fucking tight. I’m going to stuff that pussy in.”

  It’s like my body will explode and destroy the earth. My pussy challenges him by gripping him with each move, but he just powers right through it. The sound of our bodies colliding further intensifies that hot boiling feeling inside me.

  Suddenly my pussy explodes and it feels like I’m pissing all over him. The release feels so good. Especially since I can feel Mr. Gold come inside me as well, his warm seed filling me up.

  Our bodies are sweaty. We lay haphazardly on the edge of his bed, just staring at each other. Sex, I just had sex. Never in a million years would I have thought that I would actually be able to land Mr. Gold. He’s a billionaire, he’s over half my age, and he’s my best friend’s father and my father’s friend.

  But somehow we surpass all that and those barriers crumble like dust.

  “How do you think you did on your midterms?”

  “Only had one today, but I’m sure I did nothing lower than an ‘A’.”

  “Good girl,” he says, giving me that smile again. He pets my head and gets up.

  His ass and his cock are pure eye candy. So is the rest of his body. But it’s more than his looks that draws me in. His attitude and demeanor is what locks it down.

  I hear the door open, and look over to see who it is. Because Mr. Gold is over here, so—oh my god.

  “What?! What the hell is this?!” Bella yells.

  Chapter Nine

  Willow

  Mr. Gold rolls me over and spreads my legs apart. This is really happening! My life long crush and now full blown lover is going to pop my cherry. I couldn’t have asked for a better man. My pussy is pouring tears of want for him and is throbbing every second as if it’s gulping down water.

  Having his fingers inside me is enough to make me come. But now that big veiny cock that is bobbling in front of me is going to take me. Rough and hard and unprotected.

  “Do you want me to use condoms?” he asks, his consideration and firmness nearly make me squirt. Damn I can’t even think now until he plugs that fat cock inside me.

  “No! Just take me! Now,” I sob, rolling my hips up. My body is trembling.

  Mr. Gold takes a short second to think. About what, I don’t know, but I don’t care if I carry his baby. I just want him. My lungs refuse to breath normally until he does. Swiftly, he gets on his knees and licks at my wetness. His tongue nearly sends me over the edge. I scream and cry in delight, moving around and trying to break the necktie tied around my wrists.

  Fuck this punishment. I want to be rewarded right now.

  Mr. Gold gets back up and towers over top of me. His cologne drifts down to my nose, making me feel woozy.

  The bulbous head of his hard rugged cock bumps deliciously against my opening and pushes in slowly.

  Mr. Gold whispers, “tell me if I’m hurting you.”

  “Yes. Keep going,” I whimper.

  He slides in further and is greeted by the pull of my pussy, bringing him to my virginal wall. His pressure intensifies against it, and one more thrust breaks it completely. It’s a pinching sensation, but my mind blacks out at the satisfaction of having him all the way inside me.

  “Get used to my size inside you, dear. It’ll take a second.”

  Mr. Gold kisses my forehead and we end up making out. Slowly he moves inside me, hitting a certain spot that makes me feel like I’m going to fall apart.

  “Touch me there again,” I moan.

  He does, again and again. Harder and harder. His cock pulsates inside me, hitting every corner it can find, going deeper than the last thrust. He shifts his head down to my nipples and sucks them as his hands keep my wrists over my head.

  The pace quickens, and soon enough I’m hollering at the top of my lungs. Now I know what those women in porn movies felt when they say they are close to coming.

  “You’re so fucking tight. I’m going to stuff that pussy in.”

  It’s like my bod
y will explode and destroy the earth. My pussy challenges him by gripping him with each move, but he just powers right through it. The sound of our bodies colliding further intensifies that hot boiling feeling inside me.

  Suddenly my pussy explodes and it feels like I’m pissing all over him. The release feels so good. Especially since I can feel Mr. Gold come inside me as well, his warm seed filling me up.

  Our bodies are sweaty. We lay haphazardly on the edge of his bed, just staring at each other. Sex, I just had sex. Never in a million years would I have thought that I would actually be able to land Mr. Gold. He’s a billionaire, he’s over half my age, and he’s my best friend’s father and my father’s friend.

  But somehow we surpass all that and those barriers crumble like dust.

  “How do you think you did on your midterms?”

  “Only had one today, but I’m sure I did nothing lower than an ‘A’.”

  “Good girl,” he says, giving me that smile again. He pets my head and gets up.

  His ass and his cock are pure eye candy. So is the rest of his body. But it’s more than his looks that draws me in. His attitude and demeanor is what locks it down.

  I hear the door open, and look over to see who it is. Because Mr. Gold is over here, so—oh my god.

  “What?! What the hell is this?!” Bella yells.

  Chapter Ten

  “How…How could you do this?” Bella says through her sobbing. My heart is breaking in a thousand pieces. Money can’t fix this problem. I’m at risk of losing my daughter, Willow. My own best friend and life as I know it. You are only as good as the company you keep and at this rate I’m afraid I won’t have any.

  “Bella, darling. Listen to me,” I say inching towards her. Poor Willow is lost for words as is everyone.

  “No, I’m not going to! You’re sick. She’s like my age! She’s my friend.” Bella lowers her eyes, “Or used to be.”

  I walk all the way up to her to try and break her out of that dangerous gaze towards Willow.