The Billionaire’s Request – Day 1

The deal was on the verge of closing, but Mr. Reginald Kane had one final condition.

That evening, Dorothy prepared you personally. She bathed you, oiled your skin until it glowed, and brushed your long bubblegum-pink hair until it shone. She dressed you in nothing but a long black coat and your permanent pink gold collar.

Before sending you off, she kissed you deeply and whispered:

“Be a good wife for him tonight. Make him want to sign the contract tomorrow morning. I’ll reward you when you come back.”

A private car took you to Mr. Kane’s cliffside villa.

Mr. Reginald Kane was a tall, imposing 62-year-old black man with salt-and-pepper hair, a deep authoritative voice, and the presence of someone who was used to owning everything he desired.

He greeted you at the entrance, his eyes slowly scanning your body as you removed the coat, revealing your completely naked form — heavy DDD breasts, pink hair, permanent collar, and locked caged clitty with its heart charms.

“Dorothy wasn’t exaggerating,” he said, voice low and appreciative. “You are exquisite.”

For the first day and night, you belonged entirely to him.

He started slow but commanding.

He had you kneel in the center of his luxurious living room and spent a long time simply admiring you — running his large hands over your breasts, squeezing them until milk leaked down your body. He drank from you directly, sucking hard on your sensitive nipples while you moaned, the bell on your tongue jingling softly.

After drinking his fill, he made you crawl behind him to the master bedroom.

There, he used you thoroughly:

He fucked your throat for nearly thirty minutes, enjoying how the bell rang with every deep thrust.

He bent you over the edge of his massive bed and took your ass with slow, powerful strokes, praising how well-trained and tight you still were.

He made you ride him, your heavy breasts bouncing as he sucked on them, drinking more of your milk while you moved on his thick cock.

He was experienced and dominant. He didn’t rush. He took his time enjoying every part of Dorothy’s wife — squeezing your breasts until they sprayed, pulling your pink hair, spanking your ass, and filling you with his cum multiple times.

Late into the night, after his third load deep in your ass, he kept you impaled on his cock while he relaxed, one hand idly playing with your leaking breasts.

“You’re going to be very useful to me over these four days,” he murmured, squeezing more milk out. “I expect complete obedience. Tomorrow, I want you to wake me with your mouth and then serve me breakfast with your tits on display.”

You nodded submissively, the bell on your tongue ringing.

“Yes, Sir.”

Mr. Kane smiled and kissed your forehead.

“Good girl. Dorothy raised you well.”

He eventually pulled out and made you sleep at the foot of his bed like a pet — curled up on a soft cushion, cum still leaking from your used holes, breasts tender and leaking slightly.