Vows of Deception

Victoria, Vicki with an i, Farrow has her life planned out. To work for her father and, when he retires, take over his software company.

That is until she is asked to entertain billionaire playboy Chael Golding, at her family home as part of a business deal.

After a tryst with Chael in the pool house, Vicki’s life spirals out of her control, manipulated from all sides. But why is Chael Golding the only one she can trust, and why is she falling for him so fast? And what secrets are her parents hiding that they are forcing her to marry Chael?

Vicki must fight for answers from those closest to her.

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Afternoon By The Pool

‘Welcome, Mr Golding. I’m Victoria, Michael Farrow’s daughter, but everyone calls me Vicki with an i. My father has asked me to look after you today and attend to your every need,’ she greeted him when he arrived, offering her hand flirtatiously and allowing their handshake to linger longer than professionally allowed.

‘Hello, Vicki with an i. Please call me Chael,’ Chael Golding responded. His grey-blue eyes sparkled. His devilish good looks and charming smile almost took Vicki’s breath away. The flecks of grey already showing in his late thirties’ hair only added to his appeal. His air of arrogance was born from success, not entitlement, unlike her trust fund baby friends. If only he were a few years younger.

Victoria, or Vicki, to her friends, had been working for her father at his multinational software company since she graduated college with an economics degree at Stanford University. An MBA followed. She was smart, and she knew it. She was very much her father’s daughter and was keen to follow in his footsteps by inheriting his business, knowing he was planning his retirement.

Her father, Devon Farrow, built up his software business, Farrow Software, from scratch in the late nineties. At the beginning of the century, he was a massive beneficiary of the tech bubble when venture capitalists were almost throwing money at any tech venture they could find.

Yet, he didn’t make the same mistakes as many other companies. He laid firm foundations for his company to grow with the money invested, so when the bubble burst, his company was protected. Those who invested in his company were rewarded with a more than healthy return on their investment.

Her father’s business acumen, combined with his exceptional talent at coding, meant Vicki grew up in luxury without a care in the world. It was a world away from her parents’ struggles when she was a baby, as her father tried to grow the business. At the time, they lived in a tiny apartment in Los Angeles while he searched for a break.

Vicki had no memory of this. All she knew was luxury. Staff worked at their house and were paid to keep Vicki’s family in a life they had become accustomed to. Now in her late twenties, she was eager to spread her wings and prove to her father that she would one day be ready to take over his business. Part of that was her decision to move into the pool house and live a life of independence.

Her father’s hard work had brought them to his new search for investment in his company. The company needed to grow to keep up with its competitors. This was why the billionaire playboy Chael Golding was sunbathing around their pool in their Beverley Hills mansion. Chael came from American old wealth. It was no secret, and he openly admitted it. Chael’s father gave him one million dollars to invest after he graduated from university. Fifteen years later, that one million had become three billion dollars.

Vicki had been given the crucial task of entertaining Chael. Her father told her to, ‘Entertain him. The fate of the company depended on it.’

From the house, Vicki studied Chael as he sunbathed by the pool while she waited for a servant to prepare him a cool drink. Chael’s toned, muscular body was glistening in the hot sunshine. Attending to him was a task she didn’t mind doing at all.

He was considered one of the most eligible bachelors in America and he was lying next to her family’s pool in only his swimwear!

Vicki knew she also had good looks and the body to add to her intelligence. She had used it to her advantage on more than one occasion. As soon as Chael arrived, she immediately changed from her modest one-piece bathing suit into her skimpiest bikini. Her bikini, which she had bought to be seen in. If she was tasked ‘to entertain’ someone as handsome as Chael Golding, then he would get the full treatment.

‘Mojito?’ she asked him with a seductive smile, offering the glass bending over so Chael could enjoy the sight of her ample breasts, barely contained by her bikini.

Chael pulled down his sunglasses to drink in the view Vicki offered him.

‘Thank you, Vicki,’ he smiled appreciatively, taking the mojito.

‘Men are so easy to manipulate. He would agree to the deal before he goes home,’ she thought with supreme overconfidence.

Vicki took a moment to admire Chael’s body, not failing to notice that there was also something impressive in his bathing suit.

‘I’ll be back in a moment,’ she smiled, and she headed to the pool house feeling Chael’s eyes watching her, her hips swaying as she walked away.

Back in the pool house, Vicki swore. She could feel her bikini top coming loose. She loved this bikini and its effect on men, but it had a habit of coming loose at the worst possible moment. She thought she was going to fall out of it when she bent over in front of Chael. It was supposed to tease, not give them what they wanted to see.

‘Is there anything I can help you with?’ a gravelly, confident voice asked as Vicki adjusted her bikini. She looked up and saw Chael standing at the door.

‘No, thank you,’ Vicki smiled nervously. Chael looked tall and imposing as he stood at the door to the pool house. She could see his muscular, tanned body tense and relax as he walked inside in only his bathing suit. ‘Do you need anything?’ she asked. His presence indoors felt intimidating.

‘I thought I needed a break from the sun,’ he told her. There was a friendly tone to his voice, yet his posture was domineering. ‘Maybe we can rest here for a little while?’ he asked.

‘Of course, what would you like to do?’ she replied breathlessly with a whisper. He was standing so close to her. She squeezed her hands tightly into a fist to resist the temptation of touching his body. Vicki knew she should get out of there, but her feet felt rooted to the spot, and she couldn’t move. Her body began to feel warm and flushed.

Chael didn’t reply. Instead, he tilted Vicki’s face towards his and kissed her softly. Vicki didn’t want to respond, but with the warmth and strength of his lips, she couldn’t help it.

Chael kissed Vicki again. He took her hand and placed it on his chest. She felt how firm his body was. Her heart was beating fast. This was wrong. This was a business meeting. Even so, her mouth opened, and their tongues met. Vicki was lost. Too weak to resist. Her body wanted to make decisions, her mind knew it shouldn’t make.

Vicki felt her bikini top come loose and drop to the floor between them. Chael’s hand took hold of her breast, making Vicki moan into their kiss, and her nipple hardened. Her fingers dug deeply into his chest as the pleasure of their kiss took hold.

As they parted for air, she muttered in a last futile attempt to stop what her body desperately wanted, ‘We shouldn’t be doing this. My father would-,’

‘Ssh,’ Chael gently interrupted her. ‘What did your father tell you to do?’

‘Attend to every need,’ she replied before her eyes widened. ‘Oh!’ she gasped. He couldn’t have meant this, did he?

Any thoughts of what her father had meant disappeared as Chael kissed her again. Her other hand drifted to the back of his head. All that mattered now was the divine feeling of his kiss.

She felt something come between them. As their lips parted, her legs gave way. She found herself on her knees in front of him, staring at the large bulge in his bathing suit. She found it intimidating yet exciting, unable to take her eyes off it.

‘Do you want to see it?’ Chael asked.

‘Uh-huh,’ was all she could reply.

‘Then pull down my shorts.’

Vicki’s quivering fingers took hold of Chael’s shorts and did what she was told. His cock was thick and long, mesmerizing her. She looked up at Chael, her needy eyes asking the question.

‘Go ahead,’ he told her encouragingly.

Vicki felt her mind and body conflicting. Her mind demanded her to stop. Her body was ignoring it. Her dry bikini felt wet at the crotch. Her heavy breasts hung free, aching to be touched.

Vicki gave Chael’s cock a tentative lick before her lips parted and enveloped the head. Her hand took hold of the shaft while her tongue swirled around its mushroom-shaped head.

‘Good girl,’ Chael sighed.

Good girl. The term was demeaning. So, why was she working harder? Why was she trying to take him deeper? Why was she enjoying hearing his growls of pleasure?

Soon, Vicki couldn’t take anymore. Her jaw ached. She panted, trying to regain her breath. As his impressive cock sprang free from her mouth.

She looked up at her expectant lover, and her eyes met his. His eyes were determined and demanding. They were the eyes of a man who expected to be obeyed.

‘Stand and come with me,’ he told her as he helped her to her feet. He led her to the sofa. ‘Kneel!’ he ordered. Vicki obeyed. She knelt facing away from him, leaning over her sofa waiting for him. She knew what was coming. Her pussy throbbed with nerves yet dripped with the excitement of taking something so big.

Her breathing felt like it was going to run away from her as she felt him at her entrance. She couldn’t help but push back, only to find he wasn’t there. A mew of frustration escaped from her lips.

‘Patience,’ Chael whispered as he positioned himself again and took hold of her hips. It wasn’t with a thrust that he entered her. It was a gentle push as he slowly opened her up.

Vick’s eyes squeezed tight, and her mouth made a silent O when she felt him inside her. She had never had anything this large inside her. She felt him pulling out and then gently pushing himself back in again but a little deeper.

He did it again. He was going too slowly for Vicki, and she pushed back to take more than he wanted to give. Her pussy was hungry, wanting to swallow his cock until she could feel his hips on her ass.

Vicki tried to move her hips, but Chael’s tight grip that he held her with was too strong. Her want had turned into a need, and she began to struggle.

Vicki gasped loudly as a stinging slap to her ass made her stop.

‘Relax!’ Chael growled. ‘You need to get used to the size.’ Vicki had no choice but to do what she was told. It was then she felt him. His size. His strength.  

A pleasurable pain emanated from her pussy. He had stretched her and penetrated her more deeply than any man had before.

Vicki closed her eyes and took in the sensation. She began to tense which rewarded with another slap to her ass.

‘I said relax!’ Chael snapped.

It felt like torture having him so far inside her yet not being able to move. It felt incredible being dominated in this way. Vicki gave a little whimper from the conflicting emotions. It was then she realized the pain had gone away.

She looked behind her and saw Chael. His grey-blue eyes were full of lust. His brow was furrowed, his breathing deep with intense self-control.

‘Please,’ Vicki begged. ‘It doesn’t hurt anymore.’

A look of relief came over Chael. He began to withdraw from Vicki before, agonizingly, slowly he pushed himself back inside her. His grip on Vicki’s hips was mercifully relaxed.

Vicki moved in rhythm with Chael. Her heavy breathing turned into pants. Her pants turned into moans.

‘Please, harder!’ Chael began to move faster. Pleasure started to build in her pussy. Her hips increased their pace. His balls began to slap against her, making her give high-pitched screams whenever they struck her clitoris.

‘Oh my god!!’ she moaned, then she pushed back hard, and a quivering orgasm shook through her.

Her orgasm made Vicki lose control of her body. Her hips and pussy worked on their own. Her body wanted more. Her mind felt like it was going to lose consciousness through the intensity of pleasure she was receiving from the enormous cock inside her. It felt like it was getting bigger. It felt like it was going deeper. It felt like it was stretching her more.

Another orgasm, then another rocked her. Tortured screams were coming from her lips as her body begged for one more. Always one more. She couldn’t stop. Sweat was dripping from every part of her body. Panic began to rise in her, not knowing when it would end, not knowing if she wanted it to. That was the terrifying part. She didn’t know if she did.

Chael began to growl deeply, and then he pushed hard inside Vicki and roared as he came.

Vicki’s strength left her, and the only thing stopping her from collapsing was Chael’s hand around her stomach. She then had an intense feeling of loss when Chael pulled out leaving her pussy empty and stretched.

Chael took Vicki’s quivering body into his arms. She shivered as a cool breeze blew into the pool house.

Chael kissed her gently.

‘Good girl. Good girl,’ he told her soothingly as she held on to him tightly. ‘You did well. I’ll be back’ Vicki could only whimper in response.

Chael returned with a towel and wiped the sweat from Vicki’s body before wiping the cum from between her legs. He held her until she drifted off to sleep.