The Heiress and her Billionaire Older Lover

I arrived at Selene's apartment in a much better mood. The day had gone better, and I was in need of some distraction. Selene is one of the women I had arrangements with, but she was the most experienced.
I wanted no emotional commitment, no pillow talks. What we shared was a roll in the hay whenever we felt like it. The others wanted more; widows and divorced women always wanted more.

Selene understood and never beat around the bush. We both weren't interested in anything else except sex. She was divorced already, five times so I guess she had enough of being tied down to a man.

As soon as I had my foot in the door, she pulled me in and kissed me. The dynamics between myself and Selene were more of a power struggle. She didn't want to be dominated, and I would have it no other way.

And when I would, she would cave in my hands.

She grabbed me cock through my pants, it responded instantly standing at full attention.

Well, it looks like this is going to be quick.

I returned her kiss and aimed for the nearest wall for balance. I pulled off her nightdress and barely registered her naked body before I moved in to ravish her. Foreplay was out of the question.

She reached for my belt buckle, quickly taking down my pants. I placed both my hands on the wall and looked down at her on her knees. My favorite position to have her in.

Oh, this is bliss.

She locked her eyes on mine as she wrapped my cock with her mouth, waiting for a response. I jerked, and she smiled before getting to work. She bobbed her head back and forth; her tongue and hand would bring me to the brink of ecstasy, and then she would stop and start the process over again.

When I had enough of the torment, I held her head in place and controlled the rhythm. The woman had a low gag reflex, and she took my speed. I threw my head back as I tried to control the urge to cum inside her mouth.

I pulled her roughly to her feet, pulled up her left leg, and entered into her.

"Oh God!" she moaned. "Someone is on fire today."

I was fast and relentless, getting more screams than moans. "Do you want me to slow down?" I asked.

"Don't you dare."

Challenge accepted.

I moved her to the couch as I got on my knees, her legs on my shoulders. I pushed into her like a madman, her body quaking and shaking. She screamed her release so loud, neighbors may be calling 911.

I followed immediately after.

*****

It was a good hour. One good hour where I forgot about everything else and focused on my masculine needs. I arrived home a few minutes before midnight and headed into the kitchen for a beer.

"Hello, sir!"

"James… Hello to you too." I said opening my beer and downing some.

"You seem to be in a good mood tonight."

"More or less. I believe everything is okay."

James nodded. "Dr. Cole was here this morning."

Crap! I forgot all about my guest, or did I?

"What is the good doctor's diagnosis?"

"It's not good, sir."

"I am never lucky, am I?" I sighed.

"She is severely malnourished; she has bruises all over her body that aren't from the fall. He thinks she is being abused and is concerned about not reporting to the authorities."

"She was being abused?" I felt anger bubble inside me. Who would do such a thing to such a young girl?

"For a long time, and he believes her amnesia is her brain's way of protecting her. So with proper care and nutrients, she will be fine in a few weeks." James explained.

"Did you discuss her payment and conditions with her for babysitting Grace?" I asked.

"She accepted the conditions but refused payment. She says a roof over her head should count as payment."

Did she now? Look at that; there were still people whose hearts weren't ruled by greed.

"How did she do with Grace?"

"Oh, she was splendid, sir!" James beamed. "I have never seen Grace so excited. She was glued to Isla's side all day. Last I saw them, she was helping Grace into bed."

"Well, I will check on Grace and head on to bed."

I walked quietly to Grace's room and cracked the door open. She was in bed, sleeping peacefully, her bear beside her and her now favorite book lying on the nightstand. A small smile was on my lips.

My daughter… one that would have been one half of my world if the other half hadn't saddled me with her and left me.

I closed the door gently and turned to head to my room to undress when I found Isla standing in the middle of the hallway.

"You're not nearly as heartless as you pretend to be." She commented.

"What did you say to me?"

She didn't respond, only squared her shoulders. She might be trying not to look afraid, but I could see her nervousness.

"I do not appreciate being psychoanalyzed in my own damn house."

"She is your daughter. You can treat everyone else like crap, but she deserves to see this side of you that you keep from her."

"I thought I warned you this morning, Isla." I took several steps towards her. Her bandage was gone and she had on one of my wife's dresses again. "I don't need you to lecture me. Are you trying to live vicariously through my daughter? Watch the father-daughter bond; I am told you lack it, judging by the bruises on your body."

I moved even closer, taunting her but she took a step back. "Was it Daddy? Did Daddy hurt you?"

"Grace just wants her father." She said, her voice trembling.

"Is she the one who wants me really or you?" her eyes flew to mine instantly, like I caught her finger in the cookie jar.