Page 440 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
I was about to try to seduce him real quick just to make sure his equipment still worked, but two monkey men burst out onto the roof.
Oh! Perfect timing.
“Hey boys,” I said. “Wanna fuck me?”
Watching me get railed would be such a fun way to tease the Banana King. And it would also tell me if he was cursed or not. Because that would be the only way that he could watch without getting hard as a rock.
I expected the monkey men to unzip their suits and jump all over that offer, but instead they pulled their masks off.
Ghost and Teddybear.
“I’m so sorry we didn’t get here sooner,” said Teddybear. “Are you okay?”
“Of course I’m fine. Look at the size of that cock!” I gestured to the Banana King. “I’m pretty sure he made me come like ten times.”
Ghost growled.
“What’s wrong, Ghostie? Was I a bad girl?” I licked some of the cum off my lips. “You could always put that mask back on and punish me.”
Ghost growled again and tossed me a hand towel and a pair of banana pajamas.
I shrugged. “Your loss.” I wiped my face off a bit and pulled on the pajamas.
Teddybear looked back and forth between me and the Banana King. “How…?”
“How’d I take him down?”
He nodded.
“Magic!” It was tempting to brag about my brilliant plan with the shoes and the garter, but it was more fun to make him think I had magic powers. “The real question is…what should we do with him?”
“Call the cops?” suggested Teddybear.
“Ew. Don’t be such a narc. What if we turn the tables and kidnaphiminstead? Daddy could probably get a nice ransom for him. And until they pay, I’ll have a new little play toy.”
I said it half as a joke. But the more I thought about it, the more I loved it.
Teddybear did not look excited by the idea. Oh, how I loved how possessive he was. But this wasn’t about Teddybear. This was about teaching the Banana King a lesson – to never mess with Daddy ever again.
I was trying to figure out how we could get him back to the plane when a helicopter approached.
No…not just any helicopter. This was a military-grade Blackhawk. A guy in a black ski mask pointed a machine gun at us.
Oh shit.
“Run!” yelled Teddybear. But Ghost had already hoisted me over his shoulder and had me halfway to the door.
The guy opened fire just as we slammed the door behind us.
“Jesus!” I panted. “Was that guy insane? What kind of psychopath would risk damaging my perfect body with bullet holes?”
“A gay one?” offered Teddybear.
“Not a bad thought. But no - even gay men appreciate perfection.” I gestured down at my breasts, and then I realized the problem.
I tore off the top of the hideous banana pajamas.
Ghost growled and pulled my top back over my head.
