EroticReverie

A half an hour later, after relaxing in the hot tub, after Julien fucked my face and came all over it. We’re walking naked into the yacht. The level were on has a large living area, entertainment area. A bar, a mini lounge for the bar. And I scoff at how ridiculous it is. 

“Problem?” he asks and looks at me. 

I shake my head. “This boa-....this yacht...” I correct myself and he smiles. “It’s just a bit much...why do you need something like this?”

“I don’t...” he shrugs. “But having lots of money...you might as well buy nice things.” he says. 

I look at him. “Orrrrr, you could...donate some money to like...a charity or something?” I say. 

“I have. I do. And will continue to do so. But I will also continue to buy myself shit when I want it...because I made the fucking money Jenna” he says. His voice is clipped. I bit my lip nervously. apparently, he’s pissed at my assumption that he doesn’t do anything good with his money. 

“where are our suitcases? I want to get dressed.” I say suddenly feeling uncomfortable, and stupid for assuming things. Remembering I barely know anything about him other than what his dick feels like inside me. 

He leans against the bar, one elbow on it. Taking a joint and lighting it. 

“Why?” he asks. 

I shrug. 

He says nothing as he puffs on his joint and starts to walk. I follow him through the yacht and we go up a level, using a set of stairs and that floor is just a wide open bedroom floor plan. He gestures to the suitcases by the bed. I hold my one hand on my other arm and rub it and walk over. Neither of us saying anything.

I go to open my suitcase.

“Before you get dressed. Bend over the bed. “ he says. I turn and he puts his joint down in an ash try.

“What? why?” I ask. 

“Don’t ask dumb fucking questions Jenna” he says his voice is cold and I look at him as he walks over. 

“I’m sorry” I say. 

He cocks his brow. “For?”

“You’re mad at me.” I say. 

“Am I ?” he asks , looking me up and down, my naked body , somehow making me feel humiliated as he does i. 

“What am I mad about Jenna?” he asks, stepping closer till he’s looking down on me. 

I swallow hard. 

“For telling you what to do with your money.” I say. 

“Hmm” he says.

“I’m sorry” I say. “I’m just....I’m not used to this.” 

He studies me. “Used to what?” 

I lick my lips as his hand lifts to my hip and rest there. 

“I dont know.” I say. 

“Don’t be a dumb girl Jenna, use your words.” he says, his hands grabbing him more firmly as he pushes me back gently onto the bed.I let him and he kicks my legs apart.

“You...this...all of it.” I say. 

“You can ask me anything you fucking want Jenna. But you will NOT make assumptions and accuse me of shit without asking me first. are we clear?” he says. 

I nod. He grabs my hips and pulls me into him. I look down a moment, noticing he’s rock hard. I spread my legs. He smirks. 

“I don’t reward rude whores” he says and slaps my face, and then grabs me and flips me over. I gasp and place my palms to the bed, my toes barely touching the floor as his hand slaps my ass. Hard. 

I yelp. 

“I’m sorry” I whimper. 

He spanks me again. Harder. My leg kicks back and I whine. 

“Be quiet” he says firmly. 

I bite my lips together. I whine again when he spanks me even harder. 

“I’ll burn piles of hundred dollar bills in a fire, and wipe my god damn ass with them if I want Jenna...you know why?” he growls. 

I whimper. “It’s your money” 

“Fucking right it is.” he slaps my ass again, I yelp. I bite my lip hard and whimper, feeling my eyes watering. 

“you know what else is mine?” he growls. 

“Me” I say. 

His hand slaps my ass again. I jump. 

“God damn right.” he says and pulls me back into place and I gasp as he immediately sinks into me. His hands grabbing mine and pinning them to the bed as he rails me hard from behind. 

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“I really am sorry” I say as he smokes another joint sitting on the bed after fucking me and cumming inside me. 

“Good.” he says and leans back on one elbow. Holding out the joint. I shake my head. He shrugs and takes another hit.

“Is it okay for me to ask what charities you donate to?” I ask, climbing onto the bed, sitting on my feet. He studies me. 

“so you can decide if I donate to ENOUGH?” he asks. 

I shake my head. “No, nevermind, I just...was curious which charities.” I bite my lip. 

“I’m a fucking asshole Jenna....a rich fucking asshole..yes...but I donate a good fucking amount, to a lot of different charities, and I dont do it for a fucking tax write off either.” he says. 

I nod. “Of course not” I shake my head. 

“Dont be mad at me.” I say. “I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“Yes you fucking did. Don’t lie Jenna. You think because you can’t afford these things, that you’re actually better than me. Because you think you appreciate things more than I do. You think rich people are the only people who can be fucking assholes. But you were the fucking asshole down there babe” He takes another hit. 

“Open your mouth. and hold out your tongue” he says. 

I don’t question it. I do it. 

He raises the blunt. He flicks the ash onto my tongue. He smiles. Not friendly. Not jokingly. It’s a mean smile, and I’m not sure I like it. 

“Get out of my face.” he says. 

“Go find something to do.” he says and I feel my brows pinch. I take my tongue into my mouth, careful not to swallow the ash, and I find the bathroom, rinse my mouth out and start to cry a little. 

This is why you’re not allowed to tell me you love me. Because even though I like being treated like a slut, like an object, I can’t mix dirty filthy degrading relationships with love. I wipe my cheeks. He’s right. I was a jerk to assume he didn’t do anything else with his fortune than buy meaningless shit. But I really hadn’t meant to offend him. But of course it’s offensive. And he’s right. Something inside me , did think I was better than him. Than people who had too much money. 

I walk back out and storm back into the room and look at him still laying on the bed naked. He cocks a brow.

“Thought I told you to find something to do.” he says. 

I walk over and climb onto the bed and ontop of him. I start to wail on his chest. He grabs my fists and holds them both and then flips us, so Im underneath. Not letting me squirm he pins his body to mine.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing Price?” he growls. 

“I’m a fucking asshole alright!” I yell. 

“You’re fucking right! I think I’m better than you!” I yell. He cocks his brow.

“Well you’re not.” he says.

“I know! And you’re not better than me!” I scream.

“I never said I fucking was sweetheart...that’s YOUR insecurity...and you act like you hate money....but you dont....youre a gold digger too baby..just like the rest....like i said before....you wouldnt want me if I Was a poor man...you wouldnt have given me the fucking time of day...you like the power that money gives me...because you need a man to control you....and the only way he can....is when he can bring you on 60 million dollar fucking...boats...and fuck you like a toy...and treat you like a bitch.” he growls. My chest is heaving as I breathe heavy beneath him. 

“Just accept my fucking apology” I say. 

“Admit you’re a gold digging slut” he says. 

I narrow my eyes. “NO.” 

His brows raise. 

“I like the power you have..yes” I hiss. “But i dont care about the ACTUAL money or what it can buy.”

“I fucking hate you” I say. 

He cocks an eyebrow.

“Fucking boat boy.” I say. 

The corner of his lips fight turning up. 

“What’s that? You want to watch Hailey suck my cock?” he says. 

I narrow my eyes. “Who the fuck is Hailey?” 

He grins. “The hot little staff member that brought us our champagne.”

“No...I Dont want to watch that” I say. 

He gives a little shrug. “You sure? Cause she sucks cock like a fucking porn star, last time...she did that two hand twist ya know and she takes it without fucking gagging too”

I glare at him. He lets me pull my hands away and I slap him and he laughs.

“get the fuck off me” I push him and he lets me. 

“where ya going little asshole?” he taunts me. 

I shoot him a death glare. “Away from you. You’re being a fucking prick and I’m not in the mood for it.” I say. 

“you love the drama baby.” he says. “get back over here”

“no!” I yell and unzip my suitcase and pull out the first thing I see. I pink tank top and black jean shorts. I take them and walk out, and down the stairs. I slip them on at the bottom of the steps. And then walk out onto the deck where he had fingered me earlier and I growl to myself. 

I see the girl from earlier out of the corner of my eye. I snarl.

“Hailey” I say. She ignores me. Fucking bitch. I think to myself. “Hailey” I say louder, ready to confront her. Tell her to stay the fuck away from Julien, that whatever they did before, wouldnt be happening again. 

“Hailey!” I yell, her eyes flick up. 

“M-Ma’am? Are you ...” she points to herself. “Are you calling me?”

“Hailey’s your name isnt it?” I say with nothing short of a full on attitude.

She shakes her head. “N-no ma’am my name is Georgia...there’s nobody named Hailey on staff, but if I can help you with something I’d be more than happy to.” 

I hear a little chuckle and look up, it’s Julien looking down at me. Fucker! I glare at him, he’s shaking his head laughing at me, leaning over the railing, forearms rested on it, hands clasped. 

“Get the fuck back up here crazy” he yells down. 

I look to the girl. “My boyfriend is an asshole. He told me you.....nevermind. I’m sorry.” I say.

“I-its alright ma’am” Georgia says and I flip Julien the bird and he laughs harder.

He points a finger at his temple and whirls it in a circle, calling me crazy via hand gesture. I glare. 

“come on babe” he calls. He gives a wink. This fucker. 

I go back up. 

He has shorts on and is grinning at me. 

“That’s what you get for being a little asshole.” he says and grabs me and pulls me into him. 

I narrow my eyes. It’s like boat boy is back and super mega asshole is gone. 

“You werent even mad?!” I say pushing him away. 

He laughs. “of course I was...am.I donate a fuck ton of money each year...fucking millions...and you’re ass WAS being a judgy little bitch..” he says. Pulling me back into him, grabbing my ass. 

“And what I said is all true. you DO think you’re better than rich people.” he says with a smile. 

“But I dont fucking care about that...because...you’re fucking sassy...and a little brat....and you probably ARE better than most rich people....but not me babe...you and me...we’re fucking equal.” he says looking at me. 

“You’re so annoying” I say. He smiles. 

“Is it fucked up I liked seeing you sad you offended me?” he grins.

“Yes.” I say.

He grins. “I also like seeing you storm back in here 3 minutes later and rage the fuck out on me....made my fucking cock hard as a rock” he says and grabs me lifting me up, forcing me to put my legs around him. 

He laughs. “And poor fucking Georgia” he shakes his head. 

I can’t help but laugh. “I really fuckking hate you...she thinks im a bitch now”

“You are babe.” he smirks and swats my ass and then grabs it again as he holds me up. 

“Your mind games are fucking me up” I say. 

He laughs. “you love it...and you know it.” he says. 

“Shut up” I say.

“Messy little fucked up slut” he taunts and pins me against the dark wood of the wall. 

His one hand lifts up behind my neck and he kisses me. 

His hard cock in his shorts grinds into me through my shorts. I let out a tiny moan and he grins pulling back. 

“Moan for that rich cock baby” he teases. 

I slap him. He laughs and then looks at me, I brace myself, and he smacks me back. Not hard. But he does it a second time harder. I grab his hair in my fists and pull, and shove my tongue into his mouth.

And the two of us, two fucked up assholes, make out hard against the wall, his hands grabbing different parts of my, my thighs, my ass, my tits my face. Smacking it again. I pant and he lifts my tank top as he pins my hips to the wall with his. I moan and he tosses the tank top.

“I’m going to fuck you all over my fucking boat” he says with a smile. 

“Then shut up and do it” I say.