Owned by the Billionaire Professor

Kira's POV

"I am officially an orphan," I gritted into my phone as I stormed into my apartment. "Today I disown my parents and will live a tumultuous life."

Stella scoffed on the other end. "Yeah right,"

"Can you believe them?!" I asked, kicking off my shoes in anger. "They betrothed me without my consent?! Who the hell does that, Stella?! It's the freakin 21st century, who on earth gets betrothed these days?"

Stella chuckled, obviously enjoying my breakdown. "Girl, I always knew shit was wrong with your parents, I just didn't know it was this bad."

Groaning, I flopped on the sofa in the living room, holding the phone pressed to my ear. Grabbing a handful of my golden blonde hair, I hissed through my teeth. "I still can't believe this! You can't believe this too right? Tell me you can't!"

"Oh, I believe it." My best friend snickered. "Your parents are bat shit crazy. Always knew that anyway. I suppose it's a good thing you're starting to see it."

You're not helping Stella.

She cackled and I could just imagine the wild grin on her face and those dark eyes glinting with glee. Stella loved being right. "You asked for it, woman. Told you being all prim and proper for your folks ain't worth it. Now look who's getting their ass pawned off on some ugly dick!"

"We don't know if he's ugly," I mumbled, taking a deep breath. Was I overreacting? How else was I supposed to react when my parents told me I was engaged to be married to some dude I had never met before?!

And they had told me through text! Text!

Damn, Stella was right. They were crazy!

"Who the hell cares how he looks? Getting you engaged to a man you've never met is flat-ass crazy. You should get revenge!"

I blinked confused. "I should?"

"Of course you should. You need to start living for yourself, girl, Or next thing you know, you're pregnant without your fucking consent!"

My lips curled in disgust. That was true. My parents had a knack for making decisions without involving me at all. They had decided what school, what college to attend, my apartment, my clothes, my future, basically every single thing!

My eyes fell on a framed picture of me and my parents on the wall. A stone-faced blonde girl with brown eyes stared right back at me.

"I don't know what the hell they want from me. I've been a good girl all my life. Lived nineteen good years, focused on my books alone. Hell! I've never even had a boyfriend! Why would they do this to me?!"

Tears stung my eyes and I blinked rapidly.

"See? You lived a boring ass life and now you're getting tossed to some rich boring guy. On the brighter side, you can spend all that Mula. That's enough to give you an orgasm."

I shuddered at the thought. No way. I didn't want to marry someone I didn't know. Or someone my stuck-up parents chose.

"You know what? Revenge sounds perfect." I grumbled, sitting up on the sofa. "I am done being their perfect little princess!"

Stella squealed excitedly. "That's my girl! We could hit the clubs and get some big ol dick to shove into you."

I grimaced. "That sounds horrifying. And it's not my kind of thing."

"Don't you dare chicken out!"

I laughed at her words and reached for my school bag, whipping out a notepad and a pen. "I'm not chickening out. I just want something a little less gross and a little more... Sexy."

"Girl, what do you know about Sexy? You wouldn't know the first thing to do to kiss a man!"

I shrugged, flipping through my notepad. They held my biggest secrets. And considering I wasn't much of an adventurer, the secrets weren't that deep.

"I know I want to be told how to play with my coochie."

Stella laughed again as if I had told a dumbass joke. "This can't work if you can't say pussy, Kira."

"Pussy, Coochie, same difference," I said, holding up my notepad. "I have a plan!"

"Please tell me it involves you fucking an actual dick?"

I read through the list I had scribbled on my notepad and giggled. "Maybe. I have a list of naughty things I want to do."

There was silence on Stella's end before she said in a monotone voice. "A list? Did you make a list for sex? Kira, you are as crazy as your parents."

"Oh just hear me out will you? I'll send you a picture-"

"My messaging app isn't working at the moment," Stella grumbled, sounding less excited by the second.

"I'll email it then," I giggled, ending the call.

Okay, perhaps I was crazy. This was my first time doing something so spontaneous, sue me.

I took a picture of my list of naughty things, shuddering at how depraved everyone was, and sent it off to Stella's mail. Perhaps I wouldn't follow through with it, but it felt so good to write them down.

"Mom will have a heart attack if she sees this list!" I chuckled, rising on my feet, and trudged to the bedroom. After a long shower and while shoving down a plate of ready-made pasta, I still hadn't gotten a reply from Stella.

I would discuss with my father on this ridiculous engagement later on and everything would be fine. There was no need for making drastic decisions like fucking a stranger, who would tie me up and make me his in every sense of the word-

"Holy moly," I whispered trying to contain the shudder that wracked through me. I knew I shouldn't have read those smutty books Stella gave me.

My phone pinged with a reply and grateful for the escape from my dirty thoughts, I lunged for it. Stella must have finally seen the mail and...

"Oh no," I whispered, eyes widening in shock. "Oh no no no! Fuck no!"

I read the message on my screen over and over again, shame and dread coursing through me.

"Hello Kira, This is quite an interesting list you've got here."

I sent the list to Stella alright.

But somehow, I had also sent it to someone named Xavier Barnes.

Shit!

Kira's POV

Fuck I was doomed. I reread the message, closed my eyes, and wished I could disappear from the surface of the earth.

Xavier Barnes was an expert software engineer, whose blog on data analysis I had read for an assignment. I had saved his mail for Professor's Ford class a few days ago.

Swallowing, I tapped on the reply button.

Kira Andrews: Hello, I'm Kira. Please ignore the message, it was a mistake. Can we pretend this never happened? I would appreciate it.

There. Any decent person would understand it was a mistake and- My phone pinged interrupting my thoughts and there it was. A reply from Xavier Barnes.

Jackass, I snapped mentally then took a deep breath.

" I apologize once again. Please overlook it."

Stella sent a message gushing over the list and telling me to go for it. But I couldn't focus on her words. What if the Xavier Barnes guy tells Professor Ford about the list? What if this resulted in one of those messy internet scandals?! I would be shamed! There was no way in hell I could allow that to happen!

"I'm afraid I cannot, Miss Kira Andrews, is it?" The jackass replies. "This is indecency and judging from your IP address, I can see you live in California. Not so far from where I reside either. You could be a stalker for all I know."

Stalker? He thought I stalked him?! He had to be out of his mind! I didn't even know what he looked like. Hell, he could be an old man for all I knew.

Technically, a voice in my head whispered, if he thinks he has a stalker then he has to be hot.

"I don't even know you," I replied, typing rapidly. "Why would I stalk you?"

He took a long time before he replied. I could have been doing something entirely different, yet I stayed glued to my phone, hanging on to his reply.

"So you could send a list of depraved things you would like me to do to you? I mean, "Call somebody Daddy?" Daddy issues much?"

"Bastard!" I hissed through my teeth as I typed a reply.

Kira Andrews: You can think what you will. I am done with this conversation. Good day.

Xavier Barnes: I suppose that means you do not mind this letter leaking out to the public or if the police are involved.

Was he threatening me?!

Kira Andrews: Are you threatening me?!

He took his sweet time sending back a message.

"Threaten? Of course not. I am simply informing you of the consequences of whatever choice you make. You could risk being sued for indecency or, you could appease my curiosity and send me something even naughtier."

My heart stopped as I reread the message over and over. Send him something naughtier? That's what he was after?

"He's crazy," I grumbled tossing the phone aside and walking off to shower. I already had a hectic day, I didn't need a sleazy old man asking me for nudes.

The very next day I sat in the Bettys, a small cafe on campus, with a very disappointed Stella.

"You turned him down?!" She screeched, wiping out her phone from her purse.

I glanced around to see people glaring at us. It was nine in the damned morning and everyone was grumpy.

"Stella, he's a stranger!" I hissed as quietly as I could. " And keep your voice down!"

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Number three on your damned list is getting fucked by a stranger."

"Not that kind of stranger," I groaned, reaching for my milkshake. I had considered a one-night stand for a minute but after waking this morning, having sex to get revenge on my parents wasn't looking too appealing anymore.

"Then what kind of stranger?" Stella scoffed, holding up her phone. "I can't believe you ditched the chance to fuck this!"

I frowned at her screen. On it was the picture of a tall muscular man, staring blankly at the camera.

"Good lord," I whispered, swallowing whatever was left of the milkshake in my mouth. "That's him?"

Hair. Black tousled hair that looked so thick yet soft. His eyes were a deep blue that seemed to stare right through my soul, ready to yank them out. And holy crap, with those arms, he looked like he could do more than tank my heart out. Broad shoulders were encased in a navy blue shirt, struggling to breathe, threatening to rip the fabric apart. I imagine the sexy large hands reaching for the buttons only to rip them off.

"There's no way that's him," I said thickly. "Isn't he supposed to be old or something? Professor Yhad called him a colleague!"

"Old? His bio on the gram says he's forty,"

"Old enough to give birth to me then," I grumbled, unable to stop thinking about what I had just seen. There was no way I could have thought he looked that delicious. Oh those buff arms wrapped around my waist, maybe he could grip my neck and make me see stars. Or grab my breasts and-

"Who cares?!" Stella snapped. "He's hot. He asks for a picture, there's no harm in giving him. Besides he's far away-"

"He lives right here in California! He had said so last night,"

Stella clapped a hand on my shoulder, looking like she might cry. She waved her phone in my face. "What are the chances you'll get to see someone as yummy as this? Tell me you don't want to get on your knees and watch him unzip those black sexy pants and slap his cock right in your face."

My thighs clenched at the imagery and my cheeks heated up in shame.

"He's total 'Daddy' material and you know it. Not like these little boys! You need a man, Kira,"

I licked my lips, knowing I was getting convinced by her words. Crap, I can't believe I was considering sending naughty pictures to a man I had never met before.

"You're a terrible influence," I grumbled to Stella, who rose from the desk with a blush spreading across my cheeks. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

"It's about time if you ask me," She chuckled. "Whatever you do, do not send a picture with your face."

I nodded and sauntered out of the cafe to find a clean restroom. I yanked my dress off and tried to take a picture in my two-piece underwear. It wasn't sexy, but I couldn't hold off until I got home. Not when I had seen him.

Not when I wanted him.

Kira's POV

I checked through my phone for the one-thousandth time before getting out of the car. It was an Audi, Dad had gotten me last year because I had aced an award in Data analytics. He had been so proud, I thought he was going to sleep with the award plague by his side every night.

"No reply," I mumbled to myself. I hadn't gotten a word in reply from Xavier and with each step I took towards the house, I felt like a stupid person. What was I thinking sending pictures of me in my underwear to a man I didn't even know?! What if he thought I was disgusting?

I had spent the day stalking his social media. Turns out he was a big deal. Hot CEO of a tech company with over 15 branches. He was one of America's most eligible bachelors. No wonder he thought I was a stalker. He probably got nudes sent to him every day.

I stopped at the entrance, frowning when a box glared right up at me. A delivery? A gift? Probably an apology gift from my Dad. Mom would never apologize for trying to marry me off.

I picked it up with a sigh and walked into my apartment. My phone rang as I dropped my bag on the sofa.

"He hasn't replied yet Stella," I grumbled before she could say a word.

"Well that sucks, You're home yet?"

"Yeah, there was a box waiting outside my door. Probably some apology nonsense from my parents," I grumbled, tearing off the seal on the box.

Stella giggled. "I hope it's a car,"

"It's in a box Stella. How would a car fit in" I gasped when I opened the box, eyes widening in shock. "No way! No fucking way! You'll never guess what's in the box Stella!"

"A million pounds?"

"Toys!" I yelled, grabbing a dildo from the box.

"Well that's sad-"

"Sex toys, Stella!"

I snatched up a note found in the box and read through it. It had a number and then the words, "How's this for interest? Text me when you're ready, I want you wet, willing, and mewling for me. - Xavier.

Stella screamed when I read the words to her. "I told you he gave Daddy vibes! Oh my gosh, that is so hot!"

"You're concerned about that? How does he know my address? Shouldn't I be scared?"

"He's a tech guy Kira. A few clicks on his computers and he'll know it. Sounds like he's a taker too. Oh, I love a taker!"

"Stella!" I had no idea why I yelled. It seemed all too fast suddenly. Xavier knew my address and wanted something. I should be thrilled. I was thrilled!

My heart thumped wildly as I grabbed the box of toys, fingers trembling. I had never done this before. What if I repulsed him?

"Less thinking, more working that pussy Kira," Stella said. "You're hot. You're beautiful. And your tits are the prettiest I've seen. Go get him, girl."

"It's just sexting," I mumbled, blushing terribly. "I doubt it'll be as exciting as you think."

"With a man like that?" She laughed. "I don't think so,"

*****

Two hours later, I sat on my bed, nerves jittery as hell and my head all over the place. I had taken a shower and tried to talk myself out of this, yet I wore a lingerie Stella had gifted me some months ago. It was a white lacy thong and bra to match. I had always been a bit closer to the bigger side. My breasts were fuller and my hips were a little too wide. The thong looked like a thin piece of string over my ass and I had a shirt over it because I felt so exposed.

"Hello," I texted Xavier Barnes, using the number he had sent on his note.

Barely two minutes later, my phone rang. He was calling! Shit. I had thought we would text and send pictures but a call? I hadn't expected it!

Still, I cleared my throat and accepted the call.

"Hello Kira,"

My panties fucking melted. Raspy. He had a deep raspy voice that washed all over my skin like warm fucking liquid.

"H-Hi,"

I sounded like a wimpy kid. Was it obvious that I had never done this before?

He chuckled, obviously enjoying my discomfort.

"You have a very soft voice," He hummed. "Just like I had expected."

"Did you know?" I whispered. "Did you also expect that I would impressed by sex toys?"

He hummed again, a deep sensual one that made me imagine him on his bed, huge sexy chest heaving as he breathed. "Getting a dildo is the first on your naughty list. I figured you might like a lot of them. Besides, I intend to see you use them. Did you try them yet Kira?"

"No, I... I haven't," I mumbled, blushing like a fool.

"Good girl," he praised and my panties got even more soaked. Stella was right. He gave Daddy vibes. "What are you wearing Kira,"

"I... It's an underwear?"

He laughed, a deep throaty sound, and fuck me, I couldn't think of anything else. Vibrations ran from my ears down to my pussy and a soft moan slipped from my lips.

He stopped laughing and there was a bout of silence before I heard him mutter a "Fuck, that's hot baby,"

His words made my cheeks burn "I... It is?"

"Yes," he rasped. "Just how many more sounds can I draw out of you?"

"As many as you want?" I said feeling a tad confident.

"Oh that could be dangerous, my pet," He chuckled darkly. "There are no limits to what I want."

And somehow, deep in my belly, I knew he wasn't lying. He sounded insatiable and yet every fibre of me ached to please him.

"We could test that out," I offered.

"Oh we will, baby," he hissed, sounding like he was in a lot of pain. "First I need to see you. Send me a picture, Kira. I need to know what you're wearing."

"Okay,"

"No,"

I frowned. Had he just snapped at me? "No?"

"There's a rule, if this is going to work out, Kira," The authority in his voice was hot. "You will call me Daddy. Got it?"

I swallowed, glanced at the box of toys on my bed, and nodded. "Yes, Daddy,"

This was crazy and yet excitement ran through my veins, pulsing until my pussy throbbed desperately for him.

"Good girl, now how's that picture coming?"