Tom Billionaire Ch. 08

By the afternoon, we were all pretty tired from our climbing day. This, of course, was one of my goals in having such athletic adventures over the past week or so, to wear my girls out through exercise lest they kill me through excessive fucking.

We returned to our suite at the Ahwahnee and split up to start taking showers. The girls had organized a rotation of who got to shower with me, and it was Evania's turn. But while my sexy valet most happily served me by getting me squeaky clean and letting me fondle her fantastic body, sex was not part of the current plan. For one thing, she was exhausted, and she immediately returned to her room to take a nap.

"I'll go with you," Taylor said with a yawn when Evania announced her intentions. My wife glanced at me with a grin. "We'll leave the other bedroom free in case someone wants to take care of that hard-on Evie gave you."

I chuckled and glanced down at my crotch. Indeed, the shower play had given me a half-chubby, but I waved her off and went to make myself a cup of tea.

I was alone for a few minutes as Evania and Taylor went into the second bedroom. Vivienne was showering in that room's bathroom while Cassandra was cleaning up in ours. I took the time to enjoy the sweet aroma of my tea while looking out the window at the spectacular beauty of the lush forest and soaring valley walls around me. And I got so lost in the view that I didn't even notice someone joining me in the room.

All of a sudden, I felt a pair of hands sliding around my chest, and a warm body dominated by two large breasts pressing against my back.

"I do not think I've been alone with you in two weeks," Vivienne sighed quietly, laying her cheek down on my shoulder.

I set my drink down and then brought my hands up to cover hers on my chest, making no move to pull them away. "Je suis désolé," I apologized. "But we're alone now."

My girlfriend just continued to hug me, squeezing me tightly. I let her hold me for a moment, then turned around slowly and took her head in my hands. There was a touch of moisture in Vivienne's soft brown eyes, and a sadness I didn't understand. We'd had a great day, one that she'd enjoyed very much from what I could tell.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

She blinked a few times, her mouth opening as if she were going to begin saying something. But no words came out, and instead she just shook her head and leaned into me for a kiss.

I felt the tender touch of her lips, sweet affection more than fiery lust coming through. I inhaled sharply as sparkles went off in my brain, and I wrapped my arms around her while rotating us slightly to the side. Vivienne hummed and pressed herself against me, sliding her hands down my sides and eventually in front to my crotch. And after discovering what was waiting there, she pulled her mouth off mine and gasped with a sultry smile, "Ooh la la..."

I chuckled. My chubby had gone down while I was staring outside. But I still had a lot of pent-up arousal after ogling my girls in their skimpy climbing outfits all day and then getting fondled by Evania in the shower. Making out with Vivienne was stoking the fire of my lust and putting new hardness into my cock, and I mentally thanked Taylor for having the foresight to leave our bedroom unoccupied for just this kind of opportunity.

But before either of us could make a move in that direction, we were startled by the sound of a door opening. I held no shame over French-kissing my girlfriend, and didn't react other than to look over. But Vivienne jerked away from me like she'd been caught making out with a boy by her mother, and she stared in mixed shock and fear at Cassandra, who was standing in the bedroom doorway wearing nothing but a towel.

"Oops, am I interrupting something?" Cassandra asked with raised eyebrows.

I chuckled and waved to the other bedroom. "Taylor and Evania went to take a nap. Vivienne was just enjoying the brief opportunity to be alone with me."

Vivienne blushed, but started to relax.

Cassandra, meanwhile, just smiled and then asked the other girl rather delicately, "Speaking of being alone... uh, would you mind if I stole Jonathan for a bit?"

Vivienne blinked, not quite understanding the phrase. "'Stole'?"

Cassandra winced and then tried to explain. "I need to speak with him, in private. It's... This is really important to me."

At first, Vivienne pouted. I knew I wasn't spending nearly enough time with her as she might have wanted, let alone what she'd become used to over the previous month. But at the same time, she understood just how important Cassandra was to me. "Perhaps I could join you?" she offered, running her hand up and down my side.

Cassandra blushed. "Actually, not for this," she said apologetically. "It's really... personal."

Vivienne bit her lip, clearly put out. On the one hand, she knew the pecking order, with Cassandra ranking above her. Even more, Cassandra imposing herself on me was an extremely rare occurrence. Although my assistant had made the decision to become a more emotionally intimate part of my life, she still kept to her previous behavior and comfort zone of staying aloof from the other girls, letting me play around with them as much as I wanted and waiting for me to return back to her in the end. This was probably the very first time Cassandra had ever "cockblocked" Vivienne.

But that didn't mean Vivienne wouldn't be upset. Any girl would, after starting something this intimate with her man and getting interrupted partway.

I knew it, so wanting to prevent any ill will forming between my girls, I tried to compromise. "How about this?" I offered my girlfriend. "I'll go with Cassandra now. I know she wouldn't be asking this if it wasn't important. But tonight will be all yours. You're right: we haven't had much time alone. So tonight we'll go out to dinner together, just you and me. The weather is perfect at night. We'll walk along the river, see the stars. And the whole evening will be just for you. Okay?"

Vivienne still pouted, young enough to be really annoyed at having to delay her gratification. But as my offer sunk in, her spirits brightened. She looked up at me with big brown eyes and asked, "You promise?"

I smiled and nodded, glancing at Cassandra. My assistant caught my gaze and nodded her understanding and acceptance as well. And then I returned back to my girlfriend and confirmed, "I promise."

Vivienne smiled, already looking forward to the evening. "Oui-oui." She stepped in, holding my cheeks and giving me a firm kiss. And then she backed away and turned me toward Cassandra. "Je t'aime, mon amour."

I didn't respond except to smile back at her, and then I joined my assistant.

****

Cassandra's hair was still wet, and she went to sit down on the edge of the bed to continue brushing it out with her left hand. She bit her lower lip nervously as she stared blankly at the wall, clearly with something on her mind.

I didn't say anything just yet. My mind was half in the other room, wondering what was going through Vivienne's mind at this moment. But then I forced myself to focus on the woman I was with, and I turned to look at my bodacious assistant.

Cassandra was ravishingly beautiful. Taylor herself had commented more than once that the statuesque Aussie had the face of a model and the body of a porn star. Despite the very domestic action of brushing out her hair, I couldn't help but be turned on by the mere sight of her state of dress. She still wore nothing but the white towel wrapped around her body, tied off around her breasts. The upper hemispheres of those large melons were uncovered, forming a deep valley of cleavage that somehow called to my aching cock. And on her six-foot frame, the towel wasn't long enough to extend all the way down to cover her hips.

Indeed, I now saw that she was actually wearing a skimpy pair of powder blue panties, a subtle reminder that she had been on her period for the past couple of days. This hadn't prevented her from joining in on our lovemaking, as she still had a working mouth and very nimble fingers. But it did mean we had not been having coital intercourse, and I felt some of the stiffness in my erection flag as that piece of knowledge sunk in.

"What's going on?" I asked gently. I already knew that whatever had prompted Cassandra to bring me in here was both serious and very important to her.

She didn't answer me at first, focusing on the mechanics of brushing out her hair. She looked over at me twice, asking for just a few more seconds to compose herself. And I happily granted them by pulling up a chair and sliding it next to the bed so that we could face each other.

It wasn't until I reached out and set my hand on Cassandra's thigh that she glanced up at me. Without a word, she dropped her brush to the floor and grabbed my head behind my right ear. And then she abruptly grabbed my left armpit in her other hand, yanking me up and out of my chair as she fell back across the bed, pulling me with her.

Our mouths came together. We missed, slightly, at first, as our lips were slightly misaligned in our haste. But that was soon rectified and then I felt an incredible amount of emotion pouring out of her as she shoved her tongue into my throat and literally tried to devour me from the inside out.

"Mmph!" I grunted, my eyes flying open in surprise at her sudden ferocity.

But Cassandra just held onto my head, pulling me down into the kiss even harder. And as the pleasure shot through my brain like lightning bolts, I let myself go and surrendered to the most intense passion I'd ever felt from a woman who had been with me for _years_.

She was a wild woman, thrashing beneath me. But then all of a sudden, I felt myself falling and I wailed in surprise. Turned out, I wasn't falling at all; Cassandra had just rolled us quite violently, her towel coming off in the process. In any case, I quickly found myself flat on my back as a naked Amazonian blonde loomed above me with a serious... _hunger_... in her eyes.

"I love you, Jonathan," she groaned animalistically before diving back down and kissing me so hard my lips started feeling sore.

"Ungh..." I grunted at her sudden weight on my chest. Though slender, she was much denser, more powerfully built than wafer-thin models like Taylor and Ashlyn. But I managed to croak, "I love you, too."

"I want you, Jonathan," she moaned. "I want you."

I wanted her, but I couldn't help but wince at the prospect of sex at this time of the month. Cassandra was right in the middle of her heavy flow days. And while I knew that her pussy was still her pussy at all times, the idea of sinking my cock into that vast pool of menstrual blood was NOT a turn on. Heck, even though I was so into anal, all of my girls knew to keep themselves clean back there.

Cassandra felt my unease. She whimpered before nodding, "I know... I understand. It's just... these have been the first days I haven't been able to make love with you since Marseille. I thought I would have been able to handle it. I never had a problem skipping sex for a week out of every month before. But I've got a problem now. I want you... but I haven't been able to have you. And watching you fuck the living daylights out of the other three has been absolute *torture* for me."

"Ohhh... Cassandra..." I said soothingly. "I'm sorry. I never meant to rub it in your face or any-"

"Oh, of course not," she cut me off. "It's not your fault. And I wouldn't want to be left out for anything. Not anymore. I used to be able to stand aloof and watch you ravishing all sorts of different girls without feeling the least bit left out. You had your sex with others. I was your loyal assistant. I knew I would always be there for you when you needed me, when the others weren't around. And for years, that was perfect for me."

She was so exquisite, with such expressive blue eyes that I couldn't resist interrupting her for another kiss.

She hummed into our liplock, but eventually broke away and whimpered, "But I want more now. Is that so wrong? My mom always told me to love you, but not like a wife. She told me not to let you get this deep into my heart, because she knew this would happen. Once I let myself go, I would leave myself vulnerable. And I AM vulnerable now. I don't like it!"

I frowned, my eyebrows furrowing. Despite her nudity, and the feel of her big naked tits against my chest, my attention was entirely on Cassandra's eyes. "You... Are you regretting your decision?" My chest was suddenly tight with the notion that she no longer wanted to be my wife, no longer wanted to bear my children.

Cassandra winced and gazed at me apologetically. "No! Oh, dear heavens no. I love you, Jonathan. I've loved you forever, but for the first time, I love you with all my heart. And that's why it kills me that I can't please you. I want to love you, all the time, not holding anything back. You once said that Taylor was your Alpha, and I your Omega. Well you are BOTH to me. And for that... I want to give you everything!"

"You do."

She shook her head, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. "I don't."

I frowned, not understanding.

"It's simple," she said with a distraught face. "Right here... right now... I want to make love to you. I want to give you that ultimate pleasure. But I can't. I have to watch others doing it for you while I'm fucking bleeding from my insides."

I shook my head. "That's your menstrual cycle. Are you seriously trying to apologize to me for having a period?"

With a stricken expression, Cassandra nodded.

I didn't understand. "That's ridiculous. It happens to all of you. Vivienne was on her period two weeks ago, and Taylor the week before that. It doesn't mean they love me any less."

Cassandra did start crying now, and she brushed the side of my face with her fingers. Her lower lip quivered, and she looked at me with a slightly fearful look. "Because they *don't* love you any less. If anything, Taylor and Vivienne give you more during those times. They give you something I've never given you, something Bob Sharpley was going to take from me. So I want to give it to you first. And I'll never keep it from you again."

"What are you talking about?"

Cassandra raised her eyebrows, then took my right hand and pulled it down her flank. Staring into my eyes, she directed my hand lower and beneath the back triangle of her panties, pushing my finger into the crack of her ass. And when I reached her rosebud, she grimaced and guided my fingertip inside.

It slipped in rather easily. Right away, I felt the unnatural slickness, a lubrication no human asshole provides on its own. And my eyebrows shot up. "Seriously?" I gasped in shock.

Cassandra's asshole was exit-only, and I'd known it for a long time. It wasn't like I hadn't tried to gain entry before. Early on in our relationship, my hands had gone wandering in that direction only to be slapped away. At other points that first year, I'd tried talking her into it. There had even been that one horrible day when I'd completely lost my marbles during the whole Brittany affair, and for a second I actually tried to force her. But it just wasn't Cassandra's thing. I knew it, and I respected it. And after all this time, I *never* thought we'd come to this.

She closed her eyes and shivered as my finger sunk in to the first knuckle, just enough to hold her sphincter open. Grimacing, she took shallow breaths to calm herself. And then her eyes opened up. There was a blue fire there I'd seen only rarely, and to be honest, it was a little unnerving.

"Cassandra..." I ventured cautiously.

"He said I had a nice ass," she intoned, her voice sounding like it was coming from miles away. "He said he was going to enjoy shoving his dick up it."

Her eyes were still on fire, but they weren't focused on me. Her line of sight was pointed just fractionally away from me, but I didn't think she was looking there, either. Cassandra's mind was far away, in Marseille if I had to guess. She was back there, in that dumpy conference room with her wrists and ankles bound to the cheap conference table, with cotton sweats dangling from her exposed body and an evil man's hands upon her skin.

"Cassandra!" I barked loudly, reaching up and grabbing the sides of her head.

Her eyes suddenly jerked to me, and reflexively, she pushed me away. Since I was the one flat against the mattress, she really pushed herself back, scrambling off the bed and onto her feet. "Jonathan?" she asked, as if confused on how she got here.

"Oh, hell," I spat, realizing just how far out Cassandra's mind had gone. I quickly held my hands up, showing her that I wasn't a threat. At the same time, I sat up and moved off the bed to approach her. And as I came, she broke into big heaving sobs and opened her arms to meet my hug.

Quickly, I wrapped her up and spun her around. She was crying, a flood of tears streaming down her cheeks. But at the same time, she raised a leg and wrapped it around my waist while grabbing my head and trying fiercely to kiss me.

I was surprised. Despite her nudity, and despite all the horniness I'd built up over the entire morning, this was not a sexual situation for me. One of the great loves in my life was having a momentary breakdown over her rape of less than a month ago. And I felt inside my boxers that my cock was as limp as an overcooked spaghetti noodle.

But Cassandra wasn't having any of it. "Take me, Jonathan," she whimpered in between kisses while pulling us back to the bed. "Take me!"

"Cassandra," I groaned. "Wait a minute."

"No. I have to do this! Please?"

I was still in shock at the rapidly-shifting mood swings she was going through. Cassandra was naked, all big-titted supple-curved blonde bombshell, and rubbing herself against me. She wanted to have anal sex, but I was still so unnerved that I couldn't muster any enthusiasm.

"Please?" she repeated, pulling away long enough to stare at me.

And she WAS staring at me. For now, at least, she was *here*, not a million miles away. The blue fire was still in her eyes, but those eyes were locked onto me. And there was a plea behind them. "I have to do this."

She grabbed my hand again, pulling it around to cup her ass. I felt the shiver run down her spine, and the goosebumps forming on her skin as her fear welled up in her again. And I knew right then and there that no matter what, it wasn't going to happen like this.

"Cassandra... no."

"Please..."

"You don't want to," I stated knowingly.

"I _need_ to."

"But why?"

"Because... I have to give you ALL of me."

"You already do."

"Not this."

"I'm not asking for that."

"It's not a question of asking for it. I love you. For the first time, I'm letting myself love you with all my heart. I love you with every fiber of my being. And now I want to love you with Every. Single. Square. Millimeter of my body."

I felt my breath catch and my lower lip quiver at her words, spoken so powerfully and so seductively in her Aussie drawl. Cassandra had moved herself up against my chest, husking those words with her lips just two inches away from mine and her big blue eyes boring into the back of my skull.

Before I even thought about it, I reached up and grabbed her arms. And moving myself even closer, taking those two inches down to one, I intoned an imperative, "_*No*._" It was my command voice, and all of a sudden I was once again the employer and she my personal assistant.

Cassandra's lip quivered and fear was back in her eyes. She was scared, _petrified_ that she'd let me down. "Why not? Don't... don't you love me anymore?"

I squeezed my eyes shut, tightening my grip on her arms at the same time. For years, Cassandra had known I loved her. I'd always loved her. I'd always wanted more from her, wanted the openness of her heart, wanted to tear down the wall separating employer from assistant. In many ways over the past few years, she was even closer to me than my own wife. There was only the self-imposed gulf that separated herself from me. But I'd ALWAYS loved her.