Irresistible Lust: The Billionaire's Sweet Addiction

"Fuck Bryce!" The red haired girl screamed out in estacy as another wave of pleasure surged through her causing her fifth orgasm to explode for that night.

They were on a snooker table at the balcony of his bedroom. He had placed a call to one of his whores and she came running like all of them.

Women, he always had them whenever he needed them. The entire city is flooded with different species waiting to be fed by his cock. They're all useless and the only thing they respond to is sex. The only thing they're built for is wild orgasms and he just happens to be the right guy to give it to them.

Bryce had her hands pinned up against her head as he continuously slammed into her pûssy. They liked it rough and who was he to complain?

She had her legs tangled up around his waist as she threw her head back in reckless abandon. Her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she felt her sixth wave of orgasm for that night.

"Brrryyyccce!" Her voice came out pleading this time. She wanted relief but she was almost certain that she wasn't going to get it anytime soon.

He pulled out roughly from her vagina and replaced his dick with his fingers as he thrusted deeper and faster, delving into her warm sultry flesh and slamming into her already dripping cunt.

She couldn't take it anymore but pulled up her hips to meet his thrusting fingers.

"Do you want to to stop Mi amor?" He groaned as he inched closer and whispered into her ears. His hot breath fanned her ears which sent millions of shock waves that vibrated and pulsed down to all parts of her body.

She's full, she's ripped but she'll be damned before she tells him to stop. She wanted all he could give and more. She wanted more than what he could give.

"Oooohhhhmmigod!!!" She screamed as her walls pulsated and tightened around his fingers.

He pulled out his fingers and placed it on her mouth to taste. She licked every inch of her juice on his fingers. Her voice humming at the back of her throat. An action that only seemed to excite him.

The woman quickly bent down and went for his dick. She stroked and swirled her tongue on the tip of his huge flesh.

She raised up her eyes to look at him, satisfied that her action was giving him the much needed effect.

Bryce threw his head backwards as she sucked on his dick. He lets out a hard breath as a low growl erupted from the back of his throat.

He fisted her hair into his hands as he fucked into her mouth. She opened her mouth to take all of him making sure to lick all the the juice that dripped down his dick into her mouth.

He forcefully pulled her up and tasted his essence on her tongue.

"You are one bad slut mi amor" he commended and she grinned in excitement before rising to her feet to assume her previous position.

That was the only way he gets them to do whatever he says. Compliment them and they fall head over heels and do whatever you request them to do. Why use force when you can use words?

That's his motto.

"Thank you daddy" she purred and he slapped her pûssy causing her to shiver.

This night was far from over and he's pretty sure that she knows it as well.

*.*.*

"You don't have to leave the convent sister, it's really not a safe place out there" Hera's sister, Christina spoke out as she handed the folded clothes to Hera who received it with gratitude.

Christina had no idea why her sister has insisted on leaving the convent in search of a job. She has heard wild and creepy stories from the other sisters about the illicit things people do out there. The list is endless so she had come to a conclusion that the convent is the safest place for her to be.

It was almost like Hera was walking away from paradise straight into the lion's den. She had tried to tell her otherwise but the girl is adamant and would not listen. Hera had always been stubborn so there's no surprise there.

Sometimes she wishes that her parents were alive. They wouldn't have let them indulge in something as preposterous as this but they were orphans who found grace with God through the sisters that were sent to come to their rescue and now twenty years later, Hera is going back there into the wild.

"I know that you're scared but I promise that I will be fine." Came Hera's reply "I want to find a better place for both of us. That has always been the plan and I'm grateful that the sisters are supporting me in this as well. Can't you trust me just once?" Her voice came out soft and smooth that Christina found herself nodding in affirmation.

Hera has a way of talking calmly even in the midst of problems that you most definitely would be swayed.

"I trust you but I'm going to miss you a lot. What if something bad happens to you? What if you don't come back for me?" Christina's voice came out trembling. She had always been the weakest one when it came to both of them.

Hera knew how much Christina loved her. They always had each other's back for the longest of time and she knows that leaving would crush her but she doesn't have a choice. She doesn't want to grow up in the convent for the rest of her life. She wants to have her own business and be very successful one day but that would never happen if she's locked up in here forever.

She had her life already mapped out. Firstly, she's going to secure a job and save up enough to get her own apartment in the city and after that, she'd train herself through college so that she would graduate and find a better job.

But none of this would happen if she doesn't leave. It's a huge risk that she's willing to take but what she didn't expect was the news crushing her little sister.

She opened her arms and a crying Christina walked into them, engulfing her in an embrace.

"I will come back for you my little bunny and that's a promise I intend to keep. They have already accepted me for the job and I'm certain that everything will be okay" She assured her with a smile.

Weeks ago, Hera was able to apply for the position of a housekeeper through an agency in the big city and she's supposed to resume today but she was able to plead with the agency to start tomorrow, hence her packing.

Christina nodded a reply.

There's no changing Hera's mind when she's made a decision so she has no other choice but to accept. Even the sisters has given their blessings so nothing's stopping her from going.

"Thank you, now please help me pack"

"Of course" Christina forced a smile before proceeding to pick up the clothes that was scattered on the bed and into the box.

"I thought you said that the housekeeper to replace Karla is on her way? Where is she then?!" His voice thundered through the phone and the woman at the other end had to pull it out of her ears for a few seconds before placing it back again.

Bryce was angry and she knows that whenever he's angry, it doesn't usually end well. How does she explain it to him that the lady in question hasn't arrived yet.

He will have her head if she dared to say that so she has to come with a quick answer and fast.

In as much as Bryce has a long list of women to feed his sexual desires, he still doesn't like the female gender. He only fucks them and that's it.

"She's on her way sir. I'm pretty sure that there's traffic so that's why she hasn't arrived yet" she explained. Good. At least she has managed to salvage the situation.

Bryce hissed and disconnected the call. It was pointless to keep on talking anyways.

Bryce took in the state of his house after the called and scrowled in disdain.

The place was a mess.

After his little sexcapede with red haired girl number one, he had expected the place to be like this and that's why he needed a housekeeper urgently.

His previous one had left after being accepted into college and the oldest one he has will not be able to do everything by herself and that's why he took it into consideration to get a new one. Although, his previous housekeeper was one hot lady but he had promised not to sexualize any of his workers. He preferred the regular whores.

He'll just have to go to work in hopes that she has resumed before he gets back otherwise, he's going to make sure that the Agency doesn't have another client in the future.

Bunch of idiots.

*.*.*.*

Hera arrived at Los Angeles. One of the big cities in California after crying and consoling everyone at the convent. She was loved by most of the sisters so she knew that her absence would be felt but still, it won't stop her from chasing her dreams.

After leaving the convent, she booked a cab and they left after she gave him her direction. They drove her all the way to Atlanta.

All through the drive, she couldn't sleep. She was fascinated by the roads, the streets, the cars, the big buildings that almost reached the sky.

She was even tempted to ask the driver at some point if most of the buildings really got to heaven. It was just too much and she found herself being overwhelmed by everything she saw.

She had seen some before they were brought to live in the convent but that was twenty years ago. She hasn't left the convent in twenty years. Although most sisters had told them stories about the outside world but it was still nothing compared to what she was seeing.

She would definitely make a name for herself and make sure that she succeeds as well.

The driver who saw how strangely she looked at things, made it his mission to explain things to her. He knew that living in the convent can make you oblivious to the happenings in the real world. He only wishes that she finds what she's looking for. The outside world can be a scary place for an innocent person like her.

When they arrived at her destination, he helped her with her bags before bidding her farewell.

She looked at the sign at the entrance to confirm if she was indeed at the right place before walking inside.

When she got in, she found everyone walking working busily so she sought help from one of the women at the counter.

"Hello." She greeted with a bright smile "I'm Hera Whitson..."

"You're the bitch that's supposed to resume work today?"

Hera nodded smilingly not taking any offense in the girl's choice of words. It was almost like she didn't hear them.

"Yes that's me."

"And you're just arriving now. Ma'am Petra will surely have your head for this" she seethed before placing a call across to her boss.

Hera's brows furrowed in confusion. What were they talking about?

Soon enough, a woman in her early thirties stepped out of the office and came to where she stood. Petra took in the state of Hera's dress. She would've commented on it if she had the time to do so but she doesn't. She's already walking on fire as it is.

"Hera Whitson?"

"That's me." Hera responds, facing her.

"I was thinking of replacing you with someone else had it been you came later than this but let's just say that luck is on your side." She told her with a straight face "The person you're supposed to be working for is already mad so you have to leave before you infuriate him any further"

She scribbled an address on a piece of paper and handed it over to her.

"Twenty percent of what you earn goes to the agency. I've sorted that out with your new boss" she explained while Hera was busy studying the content of the paper that she just handed over to her.

"How do I get there?" Came Hera's reply.

"Are you kidding me right now?"

"I'm very sorry" Hera apologized when the tone of the woman changed. "I've never been to the city before so I don't know my way around here."

"Just take a cab and give him the address. The place you'll be working is very popular and everyone in this city, knows where it's located."

A smile found its way to Hera's cheeks and she thanked the woman profusely before heading out of the office.

Everything is slowly falling into place. It's only a matter of time now.

Hera successfully managed to book a cab after waving for over fifteen minutes. The city was a very busy one so she wasn't surprised at all.

She gave the driver her address and he drove her to her destination.

After paying him, she picked up her bags at stood at the entrance of the big building that resembles that of a palace. The sign in front of the gate 'Donovan's' was spelt out in gold.

Whoever lives here is a very wealthy and successful person and this is the life she had always dreamt of having.

She mumbled a small prayer before making her way to security.

Hera got in after gaining clearance from the men at the security.

She noticed the way they were staring at her but she was oblivious to why they were looking at her in that manner.

One had even gone further to tell her that she was a very beautiful woman but she took it as a compliment.

Hera thanked him gratefully. She had no idea that he was lusting after her looks.

The girl had curves that would kill and an innocent face that would make a man sin. Despite the fact that she was clad in the most decent of all dresses that they had ever seen, it still didn't do justice to the curves that were hidden underneath.

Her face radiates innocence and her eyes had a pure glow in them when she batted her lashes. Her lips were oval-shaped and her fair skin accentuated her blonde hair that was tied up in a neat bun.

Hera walked up to the porch that separated the main house from the servants quarters. The security men had directed her towards this area.

She knocked on the door and an older lady stepped out with an apron tied to her body.

"Hello" the lady greeted with a placating smile "How can I help you?" She asked scanning Hera from head to toe wondering what she was doing here.

"My name is Hera Whitson and I'm the new housekeeper that was assigned here" she explained before showing her papers to the older lady.

Mariam, took the papers from her hand and stared at it a little longer.

"Ah... you're the one sent to replace Karla!" She proclaimed. "You're welcome. Come inside and I'll show you to your room" she stepped aside allowing Hera to enter.

"Thank you" Hera chimed before walking inside after the woman.

"Bryce has gone for work" Mariam explained "But you'll meet him later. I'll show you around the house so that you'd get used to your work area."

Hera smiled at the woman's kindness.

She wasn't expecting her to be this nice. It was great having someone here to look after her.

The hours that followed were spent with Mariam showing Hera around the house.

If it wasn't for Mariam's help, she would've been lost by now. The house was so big that it scared her to death. How is it possible that only the owner lives here all alone?

"What about his wife and children?" Hera had asked at one point during their tour but Mariam's face fell immediately. Hera was confused as to her sudden reaction but still looked at her expectantly.

"He's not married. He doesn't have kids either. He despises them. Wants absolutely nothing to do with them." Mariam conceded with pain filled eyes.

Her boss was a very kind man but for some reason, he preffered to bed women rather than to house them.

"What's there to despise?" Hera asked innocently "Children are blessings from above. Back home, we are taught that children are God's gift to mankind. They're the product of the love that a husband and wife share."

Mariam looked at Hera as she spoke. She was quite fascinated on how she viewed the world. It was obvious that she's not from around here.

For her age, she was quite intelligent and pretty smart too.

"Why are you here Hera? In this city I mean" Mariam asked when their tour of the house was over. She noticed how Hera flushed to that question.

"I came here to go to college" She replied truthfully "I grew up in a convent back at home. My sister and I were orphans that was picked up by the sisters and we were raised there as well" Her eyes lit up as she spoke.

She was always happy to talk about home. It reminded her of the people there so she doesn't feel alone anymore.

"Life in the convent was good but I wanted to achieve something for myself. I finished high school over there and so I wanted to go to college and for that to happen, I needed a job so I applied and that was how I got this one." She explained and Mariam nodded her head in understanding.

"It's always good to dream Hera and I glad that you are."

"Thank you so much Ma'am Mariam. You're very nice." She commended causing the older lady to chuckle.

"Let's get you settled before we start preparations for dinner." Mariam suggested leading the way towards the servant quarters with Hera trailing behind her.

"How many servants are in this house?"

Mariam furrowed her brows in deep thought "More than ten I can assure you but we handle the kitchen work. The rest do other jobs around the house. Bryce has trust issues so he doesn't usually accommodate too many people."

"Oh" Hera uttered in surprise before exiting the big mansion.

*.*.*

Bryce was working on some files in the office. He needed to finish a pending project and get some workload off his chest as well. This project meant bigger opportunities for him and he can't afford to let it slip.

"Hello Bryce!" Someone called in a sultry voice as she made her way inside his office. He had been so busy that he didn't realize that he had company.

Bryce instantly recognized the voice. He would recognize it even if he was in hell. That voice was capable of doing strange things to him and so he knows it for what it was.

"Nella" His voice suddenly became low as he spoke.

"What are you doing in L.A? I thought that you wouldn't be back for another two weeks?"

She rounded the table and lifted herself to sit on his table facing him.

Bryce didn't fail to notice how pretty she looked. She was glad in a short red dress and silver heels. Her lips were painted with red lipstick and her hair was a bit damp. Almost like she just came out of a pool before coming here to see him.

Nella could pull off any look so he wasn't surprised. She was an incredibly beautiful woman.

"Miss me?" She inched her face closer to his, intentionally exposing her cleavages in the process.

"What can I say? You do it better than any woman In Los Angeles" he confessed with a smirk on his face.

"How about I make you feel better? For old times sake?" She suggested, licking his ears while his hands parted her legs slowly to reveal her womanhood. She wasn't on panties.

"Just the way you like it" she responds to the question lingering on his mind as he looked down at her.

"You're the only one who gets me Nella. Thanks for coming back" he whispers before crashing his lips on hers.

She shivers when his hands comes in contact with her clit from under her gown.

Bryce has a way of igniting the flames in her with just one touch.

She arched forward, baring her clit to his fingers for more assault. She had missed this. She had missed him. All through her flight, she only had one thought in mind. Making Bryce hers and now that she's with him, she's never letting go.

Bryce plunged his fingers into her tight sheath causing her to pulsate. She shivered as he continued to ram his fingers into her core.

"Fuck!" She choked out a cry. Her hands on the table were trembling as she tried to steady herself. This is more than she bargained for.

"How much did you miss me?" He asked in a hoarse voice as he brought his face down to suckle the skin just below her neck.

Nella cried out in estacy.

"I knew it Nella. You're intoxicating there as well" He grunted in a deep voice.

"Bryce!" Nella's voice came out as a plea but she should know better that Bryce isn't stopping anytime soon. She asked for this after all.

"Tell me Nella" he coaxed "Tell me how much you missed my cock inside you"

"I m-missed..." She trailed with her eyes closed.

"I will stop touching you if you don't tell me what I'd like to hear" he flicked his fingers on her clit and she spasmed out of control.

When she didn't respond, Bryce tried to withdraw his fingers but she held it in place.

"Don't you dare stop!" She commanded with a voice filled with nothing but pure arousal.

"Stop what?" He asked with a sly smile on his face as he stared at her face.

"Don't stop touching me Bryce. Please fuck me!" She said with a quivering voice that sent millions of signals to his dick.

"That's what I wanted to hear Nella." He conceded before pushing her head back on the table, baring her pûssy to his face.

Bryce lifted her legs and buried his face into her womanhood.

"Bryce!" She screamed trying to push away from him but he held her in place. He took the little bud into his mouth and sucked on it, making sure to wipe out all the juices with his tongue. His grazed her clit with his tongue and she shivered. Nella's thoughts were all scattered at the moment that she could even think properly.

"You like that huh?" He asked in a sultry voice.

"Oh fuck! Yes fuck!" She encouraged but he only fucked her with his tongue before adjusting himself on his seat.

Nella who was confused of what just happened, straightened her dress to look at him.

"What happened?"

Staring her her, a smile found a way to his lips "How about we finish this at my house?"

Seeing that he already had her on the edge, he knew deep down that she wouldn't be able to refuse.