The Billionaire's Outrageous Addiction

SCARLETT COBBS

I am a mess... a fucked up mess to be precise.

And to be honest, I needed to be fucked against a hard surface to get my fucked up mess in order. My life had never been a field of roses and if it was in any way, I would say I have been living with wild roses.

Perhaps I was a bouquet of wild roses too.

Despite the cold condition of my environment, hot molten magma was flowing within me. My bloodstream had been conquered and taken over by that hotness. I panted loudly but the noise of the party freaks around me drowned that... but that made me hotter.

I used to love parties... I still loved parties, in fact, which was why I had taken a break from the harshness of reality and hopped on a touring yacht to enjoy being around new people and partying all night...

But what was a party without my Lucas?

My Lucas...

The sweetness in my life... the one that calmed the wave of my life.

"The waves are calm today."

One of the crew members, standing beside me with her group of friends pointed out and her three friends chattered about how it was sad that the trip was ending in eleven hours.

The sea waves were calm tonight but the hot wave within me was getting worse and stronger with every second that passed. I knew what I needed to relieve myself from this misery whereby my stomach twisted and my core ached.

I have lived long enough with the magma to know how to control it but I just couldn't bring myself to do the needful. I couldn't do that to Lucas... My Lucas.

My sweet Lucas.

The fresh and cool water to the hot magma I have carried for a very long time.

I left the group of female friends and went to stand in an isolated part, staring at the sea that would lead me back home. I checked my phone again, hoping that there would be another message for me from My Lucas but still... nothing.

The darkness of the night couldn't hide my fear of the forthcoming morning neither could the noise of the last yacht party stop my heart from shattering loudly... Could anyone hear the shattering sound? Because that was all I could hear aside from the raging wave of magma...

"I will see you soon, my love. I'm already seasick and I can't wait to be wrapped in your warmth."

Even where I was standing wasn't isolated enough. Unlike the female speaking to her lover on her cellphone, there was no one waiting back at home for me. I had no love that would run to me as soon as I get off the yacht and sweep me off my feet...

There was no more Lucas...

But there was my father. A man of his word. The last set of words he said to me before I decided to hop on a public yacht when I could have used one of the many my father owned, rang through my mind... "it's time you grow up, Scar. it's time for you to get married and take over my position as the Director."

Yes, I was born with the most expensive golden spoon in my mouth. I was born into wealth and even now, twenty-six years later, I was still living a luxurious life after all I was the only child of the famous Director Of COBBS GROUPS, Micheal Cobbs.

After all, I was well known too as a face model and also the heiress of the most wealthy business in the whole of America.

However, I wasn't known for my struggles and traumas... scars... and molten magma.

I was seen as perfect. They were all blind to the fact that I have been crushed over and over again. That I have been burnt many times by my molten magma. I couldn't remember when I started using the term "Molten Magma" but I do know that was the best way I could describe my addiction.

"I am rich yet I am an addict. Welcome to Scarlett Cobbs's world."

I was talking to no one but myself. I screamed at the dancing reflection of the moon. It was dancing on the water. Dancing beautifully while I wallowed sorrowfully. It was painful. Holding back my addiction and not doing the needful to ease myself and my mind was driving me crazy.

Other addicts on this yacht must be having fun right now.

There were various kinds of alcohol for those that were addicted to it...

Some were in some corners smoking to their heart's content and dropping a bucket of water on their addiction...

But I wasn't addicted to either weed or alcoholic drink... none of that was my Molten Magma.

I changed position since I wanted to believe that my self-isolation was making things worse for me but the moment I chose another corner, a less deserted one, I began to hear the kind of cold water that my molten magma needed...

"Mmmh... yes... just like that..."

Moans of ecstasy. I didn't know who was producing that sound but I sure as hell knew that I coveted to be in her position at the moment. I craved to be touched. I yearned to be invaded. My vagina walls closed just with the mere thought of being pressed against anything... being invaded and pounded like Africans would pound boiled yam to make it pounded yam.

I needed that to quench the molten magma at least for some time... I needed sex to get my mind off my addiction... Yes, Scarlett Cobbs, the famous model, and heiress had been a sex addict for a very long time. I could boldly say I had been addicted to sex all my life.

And I could get the needed cold water but then there was Lucas. No! He wasn't here with me. If he was with me, I wouldn't be here o this yacht, avoiding direct eye contact with the gender that could pour diesel into my molten Magma... the gender with three legs– Men.

Lucas wasn't here and neither was he with me like he used to be before I received a text from him a month ago. He broke up with me with zero explanation despite knowing that I needed him to satisfy my sexual urges. My heart also needed Lucas because I loved him.

I fucked with Lucas for seven years because I loved him. I still love Lucas and he was the only one I could trust with my messed and fucked up life.

Lucas vanished mysteriously. I chose to use that term because my Lucas wouldn't have left like that. He loved me and cared about me. He wouldn't have broken me the way he did. That was unlike my Lucas.

My Lucas was gone. I had stayed celibate for a month which deserved to be recorded because that has been the longest ever since I started dating Lucas.

"We should end things, Scarlett. I can't cope anymore."

Those were Lucas's words. He was gone, my father was shoving an arranged marriage down my throat and I was losing my mind due to the intense hunger that I had been denying for a month.

Lucas was the one making me hold back. My love for him was another reason. I have asked myself "Would it be okay to sleep with another man when my heart belonged to Lucas?"

But my molten Magma doesn't understand love. The more I think about my struggles, the more I craved sex.

"What do we do, Scarly!"

I asked myself, breathing slowly to calm myself but it was hard. Everywhere I turned, I saw the gender with three legs. Some were shirtless. Some were wearing fitted jeans that left nothing to imagine... yet I imagined things.

My mind thought of how I would feel complete if I pick a random ma and have him fuck me. A one-night stand. A strange man that would never see me again but what if he recognize me and come for me?

I hated being rich sometimes.

I hated the burden that came with being wealthy.

Pressure... I could feel it slipping within my body and one thing about my addiction was that pressure made it worse. It gets worse and out of control when I feel pressured by anything or anyone.

"A glass of your strongest, Please."

I raised my voice as I spoke to the bartender. He gave me a quick look and began mixing my drink. I felt his eyes on me throughout the process but I could tell he wasn't the man I needed.

"On the house." He raised his voice too. I emptied the content of the cup into my mouth and washed down my throat with it before walking away from the bartender and the party. My core cried with each step I took.

I whimpered and quicken my pace but rather than return to my room, I headed towards a place that I knew many men would be... a place that was built in public for those genders with three legs.

A decision has been made... "Fuck Lucas. Fuck my Dad and the marriage arrangement."

Fuck them all while I get fucked... by any random man...

SCARLETT COBBS

"I will consider marriage after a refreshing trip."

That was how I responded to my dad's marriage talk. Now that I was a few hours away from home, I was certain marriage still wasn't on my to-do list.

Perhaps I felt that way because I wasn't interested in the bastard that my business-oriented father had chosen to be my husband or my lack of interest was caused by my unstable mind that only needed one thing- Sex.

Hot, Rough, and intense sex which I was determined to get. My legs hurried down the corridor and I eventually found the room I had been searching for.

"Let's get fucked like a cheap slut just this night, Scarly."

I murmured to myself and pushed the door open expecting to see some men within the room, after all, it was the men's restroom. However, not a single man was there.

"They must have found out that a horny lioness was coming to hunt."

I joked, letting my horniness overshadow the pain threatening to crush me from the inside. Rather than turn around to my room, I found a clean corner inside the men's bathroom, lowered myself to the ground and my fingers quickly found the soft fabric of my thong.

The beach-wear white gown that I chose to wear to the party was easy to raise and I purr deliciously when the easy access benefited me sexually. My fingers went in and out of my vagina and even though the pleasure I was deriving wasn't enough to quench the fire within me, I pushed further.

Although I shouldn't be seen on a yacht masturbating, my eyes stayed glued to the door as I hoped that a man would walk in and help me stop the flow of my molten magma. However, o man came in for minutes and I was getting impatient.

My back rested against the walls of the bathroom and I focused my mind, pushing myself down the stormy sea of my memories. Just so I wouldn't drown in that stormy sea, I was very careful as I picked the event I wanted to recall.

I eventually found it and slowly, reality faded and a sweet past swallowed me.

I could see him. I could touch him. My nostrils could perceive the masculine smell that I loved so much. That manly woody scent mixed with the smell of sea salt was the right combo that had been saving me from burning to death.

I could see my Lucas.

"You look dangerously beautiful tonight, Scarly."

Hmm... I could hear him. My Lucas's rich voice was just right to push me into ecstasy and also pull me out of it whenever I needed to be sane or attended a meeting. He was always by my side. He even became my assistant so he could always be there for me.

My eyes flickered open just so could see his toned face. I was no longer in the men's toilet on a yacht. I was on a dancefloor with Lucas. He was all over me and likewise me. One of my legs was secured around his waist.

My crouch was pressed softly to his crouch and his light brown eyes pierced into my light green ones.

"You look like a whole meal, Lu."

I whispered into his ears and professionally lifted my second leg as he began to move to the beat of the song in the background.

"I want to eat you and also have you eat me until I lose my voice." another set of seductive words that I knew would drive Lucas crazy for me. He was always ready for me. He was the guy I met at my lowest. He was ready for me back then even when I was in tears.

He was my guy and as I expected. Lucas groaned into my ears and he flicked his wet tongue on my ear right after he bit me.

"I want to devour you, Scarly."

He would never disappoint me. In the middle of a dance floor, his strong and long fingers shifted my pant. He stroked my clit. My body melted into his and I uttered breathlessly, "Devour me. Now!"

We didn't have a room around. I knew that and he knew too before he pumped desire into me. We were in a club somewhere away from the paparazzi. We didn't have a place to fuck each other yet the fire had been ignited and my volcano was close to erupting.

"As you wish, your horniness."

Despite battling with an addiction, Lucas knew how to make jokes that would ease me even before he entered me. Lucas carried me away from the party. He walked for some minutes while I hid my face in his chest.

"Here, Baby."

Lucas muttered after a while and he dropped me to my displeasure. In his hands were hideous masks and when I looked around, I realized that we were in the storage room of the club. How he was able to enter this place remained a mystery.

Without wasting time, Lucas masked my face and his too. He had a blue mask on while I had a red one. My heart skyrocketed when he said, "we have to protect your reputation while I fuck you in open corridors."

Damn!

He would always find new ways to excite me. That was how he was able to cope with me for years.

I was hoisted into his arms again and he took me back to the party area but this time, we were on the highest ground. Below us were bodies of people dancing to the misc and getting drunk.

Lucas placed my naked ass on the bar and parted my legs. His tongue met with my juicy cunt. He took his time to worship me while I willingly fall into the stormy sea. The hotness I carried began to heat up the water but it became the opposite when Lucas pushed his erection into me.

"This is better than the corridors, right, Scarly..."

He groaned and I moaned "Yes! Yes!..."

"I will always be here to devour you anywhere, love..."

He said to me, pushing himself into me. My vagina walls tightened around his moving cock and I screamed, assuming that no one would hear me.

No one heard me at first but I began to scream louder with each pound and each bite on my neck... I screamed till I was heard. My moans attracted the attention of those close by. I didn't know how close since I was lost in pleasure.

However, those close by were weirdos. They began to cheer Lucas and me. They cheered loud enough to get everyone's attention and Lucas being the gentleman he was, protected my nakedness from the numerous eyes.

Yet he didn't stop fucking my hot inside. I was so close to releasing and becoming less hot, Lucas could tell which was why he didn't stop. He also could tell that the presence of others was exciting to me.

"That's the point... yeah... that–"

I made it known to My Lucas that I was close to shattering in his hands. He repeated the same movement that got me whimpering in his arms. The cheers faded. It was just Lucas and I again... in our world.

"Fuck, Scarly!"

Lucas called out with a tone that communicated his pleasure to me...

"Yeah, Lucas... Fuck me... make me cum... fuck–"

"What the fuck!"

Lucas disappeared all f a sudden and I was purged out of the past and thrown back into reality when the harsh voice of whoever barked close to me... Lucas was gone again and I cussed because I was this close to cumming when the unknown voice snapped at me.

"What do you think you are doing?"

My eyes met with a pair of confused ones. I was still trying to mentally be with the stranger that had walked into the toilet and jolted me out of my sweet moment down memory lane.

"I have been waiting for you..."

He was the one I have been expecting... the needed random man and from his appearance, I knew he would do a great job at making me cum. He did choose the wrong time to show up but who was I to complain?

"I don't even know you. This is the men's room just in case you don't know–"

"Can we forget about facts and delve into a more enjoyable conversation where we wouldn't be using words but bodily language?"

I countered, removed my fingers from my vagina, and rose from the floor. My fingers found their way to my mouth and I licked without taking my eyes off the starnge hazel orbs standing a few feet from me.

"Are you insane?"

The curly hair muscular man exclaimed while I closed the distance between us. He was handsome. He was manly. My eyes fell to his crouch and despite the large size of the trouser he was wearing, I could sight his third legs.

He was the one...

"Yes! I am insane for you..."

Some would call it sexual assault but I grabbed that man and even though he was still confused, he didn't push me away. That was my clue to take things further...

FINN DAVIS

Hell No!

She was so close. She was dominating. She was taking charge of my mind like she had trapped me in some sort of spell. It took me more than a minute to snap out of the sexual trance she had manipulated me into and it took even more for me to use my voice.

"Hell No!"

As gently as I could, I pushed the weird lady away from my already frustrated body. I made the mistake of looking into her beautiful yet dilated eyes again and my mind flashed back to how heavenly she looked when I entered the restroom some minutes ago.

Damn!

What am I doing?

I should be mad at her for many reasons and I shouldn't be thinking about how pretty she was with her brown hair and in the see-through beach gown she was putting on. Her skin was making it difficult for me to hold on to the anger that made me enter the restroom in the first place.

"Stay away from me... Miss..."

I shifted my gaze to her finger to see if she was wearing a wedding band before I addressed her with the appropriate term. The weirdo didn't act as if she heard me. It was as if she was in another world. Yet again, I blamed my current situation on the stupid party that was ongoing.

Three hours ago, I was in the small room I had been sharing with some other workers, ready to sleep. After all, I had cleaned everywhere in the yacht and every crew member would be leaving in the morning... just like I would be leaving in the morning but with my pay in my pocket.

I was ready to rest but that was disrupted when one of my senior colleagues came to let us know that there would be a party. An impromptu party organized by some of the crew members so they could enjoy their last night on the yacht...

They wanted to enjoy... no big deal but it became a big deal when their enjoyment meant no sleep for me and more work too.

Have any of them pondered about how their messes were cleaned?

Well, I, Finn Davis of the cleaning department, and a few others have been the ones cleaning their damn messes. It was becoming annoying. When I took the job, I thought I wouldn't have much to clean because all crew members were adults that could clean up after themselves and make my life easier...

"Easy money."

I had thought to myself. "Get the money and get home to Raya."

That had been the plan until the yacht began to sail and I experienced firsthand how messy adults could actually be. It had been disastrous and the money I would be getting at the end of the tour was too small to compensate me for the hard work.

I had fucking dug my hand into the toilet seat just to unclog the pipes and allow the free flow of adult's excretion. Fuck!

Although the money would be enough to get Raya's needed medication which was a relief yet I was frustrated.

My frustration drove me to the men's restroom and even before I entered, I have been hearing her sweet moans. I believed she was in the female's restroom that was opposite that of the males but my belief was proven wrong when I turned to my favorite corner in the male's restroom that I had been cleaning for days.

There I saw her. Plastered to the floor, juicy and messy. Eyes closed, mouth parted and vagina in display for my sex-starved eyes to ogle. I did ogle her before I realized that what I was doing was against the rule in many ways.

Then I snapped... yet remained attracted to that strange sexy female who had also broken some rules that had been put in place to organize the crew members on board.

"What will you do if I decide to stay very close to you, Mister?"

The sexy female eventually responded to my outburst. Again, she was in a different world from the look in her eyes. She looked like a temptress yet pitiful. He made me boil in a bad yet good way.

"Look here, Miss. You shouldn't be in here and your presence is against the rule. You should–"

"Who cares about the damn rule!"

She yelled. I cared. I should care about the damn rules. Breaking any of the rules would mean I didn't want to get paid and not getting paid meant I wouldn't be getting Raya's drugs... And that would mean, I was willing to risk my little sister's life.

"Moreover." I continued despite how hard it was to not concentrate on my erecting dick. "Have you ever stopped to think about those that will clean up the slimy mess you have smeared the floor with? How could you be–"

"I wouldn't mind if you cleaned that for me." She retorted. My blood began to boil as anger settled within me but she dumped cold water on me when she added "Clean me up with your tongue."

Who the hell was this woman that was waking my sexual instinct rapidly and unapologetically in the middle of my workplace? My love for Raya was holding me back. I would have loved to be this woman over and say "to hell to my pay" while I fuck this woman and satisfy my sexual hunger...

I couldn't remember the last time I had sex.

"Are you even listening to me? You have–"

"I can see the hunger in your eyes. Let it consume you and please, devour me."

She wasn't allowing me to speak... she was manipulating me more... "think about Raya.. hold still for Raya." I thought to myself and closed my eyes so as to shake off the desire the woman had claimed to see in my eyes.

But that was a mistake on my part.

The next thing I knew, she was already all over me, pressing me against me. I gasped and opened my eyes but my mouth opened wired when I felt her fragile hands wrapping around my slightly erect dick.

Sweet hell!

"Don't do that–"

"I can't help it... help me."

She murmured, perhaps begging me to fuck her. One hand on my bulge. The other hand snaked around my neck, pulling my head closer to her wet and plump lips. I couldn't help it anymore. Her firm massage on my erection made me fall forward, into her arms.

She claimed my lips, sensually, swallowing the groan. My mind flashed back to Rayha as desi consumed me just like the stranger wanted. "I love you, Raya. I do love you so much..."

But I have denied myself enough.

It wasn't Raya's fault that I had to be struggling this much. I failed her as her brother multiple times. I studied hard in college yet couldn't get a good job. I java been working hard but I haven't gathered enough money to help Raya get better.

And for my mom... my mom must be disappointed in me but yet again, I was about to disappoint her more.

Sex was normal... fucking a random stranger was the norm of my generation. There was no big deal.

"No big deal.. Just sex."

I thought to myself. The bounded hunger that I have kept imprisoned for over six months snapped and freed itself after I tested her lips.

My hands jerked into action and I deepened the kiss, taking charge. Dominating. She liked it. Her moans were sweet music and I got lost with each one she omitted. Damn!

She was fast. She knew what she wanted from me and she didn't hesitate to take it. Her fingers worked on my belt and even though I quickly stopped her, I couldn't wrap my head around the intensity of the sexual need.

I loved Raya and would do anything for her... and by anything, I meant not getting caught by those that could use the rule against me.

No one must see me with this woman. No one must see me banging her hard. No one must see me having my way with her. She will use me and I will use her too. Just for tonight.

"Have you changed your mind? I really can't wait for you to come–"

"Do you have a room? A room where we can be free and not be seen by anyone?"

I asked. I sensed that she looked sad about having to leave the bathroom and it made me assume that she didn't have a room we can use. I could have sex with her but I couldn't risk getting caught and risking my sister's well-being.

There would be no fun in that.

"If you don't have a room, you will have to let go of me and look for–"

"Follow me."

She interjected impatiently. I was led away from the restroom and to one of the executive rooms that only the senior cleaners have been assigned to clean. The room wowed me but I was more wowed by the sight of the female's nakedness.

"Make me cum hard..."

That was all she had to say for me to grab her. My body tingled in anticipation. Her lips collided with mine, molding perfectly and I thought about me alone... just for one night.

But that night became something more...