His Secret Request: Billionaire Secrets - Book Three (10 page)

"So you think I should run from him like a scared rabbit, but if you had the chance you'd tie him to a barrel and then fuck him senseless?"

"Hell yeah. I'm a no strings kind of gal at the best of times, but you? You're the intellectual, sensitive kind. The kind he likes. It won't work that way with you. He'll toss you aside and fuck you up forever. You don’t need that kind of pain. Not unless you can accept right now that it's just a thing, a game he plays to get his kicks. If you can do that then what you get is one hot night of screwing, or whatever it is exactly that he does up there, that'll be scorched into your memory like a third degree burn. After which you will never, ever again be able to contact the man who did it to you and he will always deny that it ever happened should you try and talk about it to the media gossip hounds. Do
you
think you can you handle that?"

Suzy had to think. She had already more than half accepted that she was going to sleep with this man, but Candy was right, could she really just let it go after one night? That wasn't her style. Maybe she wasn't even capable of that.

"I think what I'm feeling Candy… what I'm feeling for him is more than that."

"Of course it is, but all he's feeling for you is his obsession with boning babes with brains."

There was a bang on the door.

"Ms. Falstaff, are you okay in there?"

"I've got to go Candy. Look, just tell me, don’t think, what would you do?"

"If I were you--"

"No, what would
you
do?"

"I'd make that fucker screw me before my time was up with him. And I mean
all
the way - no games. I wouldn't let that boy out of there with his drawers still on. Hell I'd make him screw me until his nuts shriveled up like two dried out meatballs "

There was a silence before the two women descended into ridiculous giggles. Candy was kind of crazy but she had a knack for breaking tension with her crude, potty mouth.

"Suzy, who are you talking to?"

"Thanks Candy, okay, I think I feel better about this already, thanks for call - I owe you one."

"Don’t sweat it Willamena Gates. And good luck. Don’t let him mess with that big egghead of yours. Remember who's using who in there and enjoy that smug, sexy little shit and his sweet ass while you have the chance. Peace out."

Ruben was testing the doorknob and getting more insistent so Suzy stood up and unlocked the door.

"What is it Mr. Mayweather?" She said, staring up at him with big eyes. Ruben faltered.

"Oh… sorry. I heard you talking to someone and this is my evening. We had a deal and I expect you to honor it. Your time and your company is mine tonight you owe me those minutes spent on the phone."

"I was talking about you with a friend."

He drew back.

"Which friend? Our time together is private. I assumed that was a given."

"It's okay." She dropped her gaze again in the way she knew always got to him and then raised it again. "I've just been getting advice on how to be a good girl. How to be.. obedient."

Ruben's heart rate quickened and he felt his cock stiffen at the words. She was playing him and he loved it. Other women had tried to do it before but it was either too tame or too brazen. Suzy was at just the right level of intelligent inexperience to make this the most exciting encounter by far that he had ever had.

"Is that so. Well despite your clever excuse, you've still broken the spirit of what is a very simple agreement, and now I'm afraid you can’t be trusted. I can no longer leave you alone for any reason. Any reason whatsoever."

"I need to shower now."

"It's too late. I gave you time for that and you wasted it. Now I have something else for you to do."

"Let me shower and I'll make it more interesting for you. I think you already know how good at that I am."

Fuck.
He thought, already more interested.
I never have guessed.

"I have no doubt about it Ms. Falstaff." The last time she said that she had conceded him a kiss. What would it be this time?

"Here's the deal' I take my shower and take just as long as I like doing so and in return I will answer one single question of your choice with absolute honesty. Any question you want, about anything at all."

"That's a deal." He said instantly. "Go take you're shower. I'll be waiting right here."

She pushed the door closed and locked it. Her heart was pounding again, her palms moist but not as much as her pussy. The conversation with Candy had helped in one way, but in another it had only made her feel hotter than ever for the billionaire pacing up and down outside her door.

She went to the shower, turned it on, stripped and then got inside. The water was a little too hot at first but with a small adjustment the temperature was perfect and she began to relax. The lotions and soaps seemed to only have exotic names and ingredients and all of them smelled intoxicatingly good. Their effect on her skin did anything but calm her down and by the time she was finished it was all she could do not to satisfy herself in the bathroom first before going outside to confront the coiled mass of male sexuality outside in the bedroom.

Knowing that  just a thin door separated her from Ruben was tantalizing in itself. He was right
there
. She pulled on a bathrobe, tied her hair up in a towel and looked at herself in the mirror. The bathrobe was thick and luxuriously soft, but very short.

Screw it.
She thought.
You're mistake Mayweather.
She took a deep breath, pulled the door open and stepped outside.

Ruben was sitting in an armchair on the far side of the room, his hair slightly messed up and tousled as though he had been wrestling with an intractable problem.

He watched her approach until she was right in front of him. She had intended to say something commanding, something provocative, but in the final moments words failed her. Her heart was beating too fast, her hands trembling too much. He was just too damn sexy sitting there in front of her, his world of luxury, his wealth and power surrounding her on all sides, his very human body aching, tired and hungry for some intimate pleasure that only she could give him, but which was still unknown to her.

She went to step back but he put his hand to her hips and pulled her forwards so that her abdomen stopped just short of his lips. The effect was thrilling and she felt her back arch, her insides clench in response.

"What do you want?" She whispered, her voice tremulous.

"I want to kiss you, but I'm not going to." He drew his mouth back from her body.

"Not yet." he looked up at her and the intensity of his eyes made her nipples harden almost painfully against the soft but tight bathrobe.

She put her hands to his shoulders and pushed back from him.

He released her but then gave an order in firm, desperate voice.

"Get on the bed." He said, and without qualm, she obeyed.

"Good girl." He said huskily.

She positioned herself upright on the bed, the towel wrapped around her head teetering on her bound up hair. She watched as he came nearer and then stood at the end of the bed staring down at her.

"Now it's time." He said. "Time for you to honor your promises to me."

Was his breath shaking? Suzy couldn’t quite tell. She knew hers was.

"But first I need to make sure you're secure." He turned and went to a drawer where he found four lengths of crimson satin. The overtly sexual color alone made Suzy want to uncross and re-cross her legs.

"I don't…" her voice was shaking, "I don’t do…"

"It's okay." He said. "Just trust me. Be good and do what I say."

"I don’t want to be tied up."

"Who said anything about tying you up?"

"You said I needed to be secure?"

He laid the cloth strips on the bed.

"I want you to feel secure. You can use them for whatever you want. They're there for you. Now lie down on the bed and try to relax. I'm about to ask you the question you promised me an honest answer to."

"Why do I have to lie down?"

"It's better that way. You'll relax and think more clearly."

"I'm not so sure about that."

"You promised me obedience Ms. Falstaff. What do I have to do to get you to honor your word? Your friend on that illicit telephone conversation, whoever she is, discussed with you how to be a good girl, now I expect you to comply or do you need me to teach you a lesson in how to behave?"

She lay down flat on the bed and held her breath.

Quicksand.
She thought, but the image didn’t help her.
Who's using who here? What would Candy do?

Ruben sat down next to her and with one hand began drawing the towel away from her head. As her wet hair slowly spread out across the bed the feeling was unbelievably sensual.

"Your hair is easily the most beautiful I've ever seen." He said quietly. "Clayton thinks Nadia Komerov is the most beautiful woman he's ever laid eyes on but he hasn't seen you yet."

He rested his hand briefly on her forehead and then ran his fingers slowly through her hair.

"Now you promised an honest answer Ms. Falstaff, so here is my question."

He leaned in close to her and the light, teasing sensation of his breath on her ear sent tingles of anticipation all the way down her back, through her ass and into her thighs. She had never quite felt anything like it before. It was as though he had hypnotized her to respond to every word from his mouth, every breath and every touch he bestowed upon her.

"Have you, or have you not," he paused, watching her, "fantasized about fucking me in the time that we have been together?"

Suzy shut her eyes tightly, her heart racing.

"Yes." She whispered and felt his continue its exquisite trail through her long hair.

"Good." He said. "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"

She shook her head, reeling from the bizarre situation she was in. In just three days she had gone from the comfort and safety of her isolated beachfront home and anonymous client work to admitting her sexual fantasies to a hot billionaire on the East Coast in his two hundred million dollar luxury Long Island home and bachelor fuck pad.

She felt suddenly acutely aware that not only was she as wet as hell for him, but that she was currently wearing no underwear.

She still didn't want to make it so damn obvious how much she wanted him, but then again, hadn't she just admitted to him her fantasies about want to fuck him?

"Now." He continued. "Is there anything you would like me to do with these four silk bands?"

"Tie me down." She whispered immediately, as though another person had taken over and was speaking through her - someone who had been hidden and repressed her whole life but now refused to be denied.

"Very good." He said  and then gently drew her right hand upward. She felt the bathrobe slide with excruciating pleasure across her engorged nipple and her naked upper thighs revealed as the garment rode upwards.

Oh fuck.
She thought. Was that even possible?
I'm think I'm going to… no, no it can't be.

Thoughts and feelings raced through her. She had never been one to climax easily and had worn out more than one clumsy engineer looking for satisfaction, but right now she felt as though she were going to blow already and Ruben Mayweather had hardly even laid a finger on her yet.

If he ever even would.

She had been apprehensive about having sex with him but what if that really wasn't his goal at all?

He moved to her other arm and did the same, the bathrobe riding even higher until it was barely, just barely covering her pussy and ass. Her two hands now restrained he moved to her ankles and slowly drew each of her legs out until she was spread-eagled across the bed, the hot, wet space between her legs open and oh so very nearly but still not quite exposed.

The effect was terrifying, electrifying, exhilarating. 

In theory he could now do whatever to her that he liked and she would be powerless to resist. She had surrendered her body to him in exchange for her future freedom.

She hoped it would it be worth it in the end.

Ruben drew out one more satin band and held it up.

"Do you know what this one is for?"

She shook her head.

"Don’t be so obtuse Ms. Falstaff. You've been such a good student so far and I know you have a very high IQ, so be a good girl and tell me what this one is for."

"Is it to… is it for my mouth?"

He smiled and shook his head.

"And rob my eyes of the sight of those perfect lips, that…"
So very fuckable mouth
. He stopped. That wasn't his thing, never had been.
Don’t lose control here Ruben, remember, it's all about control. There are only two playmates here so either you're in control or she is.

He shook his head.