Rapine 2: Ravished by the Billionaire (The Trophy Wife) (7 page)

At the end of the show, Julian suggests we go to a nightclub, but I’ve had way too much to drink and so we head back to our
suite.

In the morning we take a stroll in Mosaicultures Internationales park. The 3D botanical sculptures are extraordinary.

I recall that Julian has promised another wedding for just our friends and family.

“After our honeymoon I’d love for you to meet my mother and for us to organize another wedding.”

Julian smiles and wraps his arm around me. “Whatever you wish. My parents would very much like to meet you as well
, Cheryl. I know they will love you in person just as much as I do.”

In the afternoon, we go up to Mont Royal and enjoy the views, and then we head back to our suite to get dressed up for dinner.

After dinner our driver takes us to a UFC show. Julian has decided to introduce me into his world of fighting. I have never seen a UFC fight and Julian is excited to take me for my first show.

Julian wears a black shirt,
black tie, a black custom-made suit and a Louis Moinet watch. I wear a white, fully embroidered mini dress by Elie Saab and white Louboutins.

As soon as we make an entrance at the crowded stadium, I take in the atmosphere—the lights are flashing bright colors of red, blue
, and yellow; the crowd is young, super loud, and enthusiastic.

Julian takes my hand and we make our way to our front row seats. Julian is greeted left and right by various high-profile individuals and A-list male celebrities in the front row seats of the stadium. I am shocked as these celebrities that I have seen on television and in movies act as if they have known Julian for ages and warmly greet him. Julian introduces me to them as his wife and they firmly shake my hand and smile at me. I try my best to look confident and smile back, but I am feeling giddy and nervous seeing these handsome and successful celebrities in person.

Julian and I take our seats and wait for the show to begin. I can tell Julian is excited. I see the passion emanating from his eyes. Martial arts is what Julian loves.

The show begins and the crowd roars and cheers as the fighters come up into the Octagon. I watch as the fighters take each other on and I instantly recall how Julian took on Derek, fighting for me.

As the fight in the Octagon progresses, the crowd cheers louder and louder with the increasing brutality. The crowd is hungry for violence and I get into the spirit and watch with excitement as the fighters aggressively duel with each other. In round two, the fighter lands a powerful punch, knocking his opponent to the ground. He is proclaimed the winner.

In the next fight in the program, I watch as the two fighters jump each other as if they wanted to kill each other. One of the fighters knocks his opponent to the ground and I watch as they spar on the ground. It looks as if they are hugging and I giggle to myself. Julian is extremely focused and has his full attention on the fight. I watch as one of the fighters gets his opponent to tap out by using a choke hold and is proclaimed the winner. The crowd roars and cheers loudly.

After the show, Julian and I are driven back to our suite by our private driver. In the limo, Julian pours me a glass of champagne as well as a glass for himself. We toast to a great time spent in Montreal and for a safe journey to our next destination—South Africa.

CHAPTER
SIX

We arrive in Cape Town, South Africa via private jet in the morning. We are staying in one of Julian’s properties—a five bedroom stylish ocean mansion in Clifton.

The
mansion is nestled on a cliff with a breath-taking view of the ocean. It’s so surreal to think that this property is just one of the one-hundred-twenty-one residences around the world that Julian’s owns. I assume he keeps them mostly as investments.

Julian performs a fingerprint and eye scan
to enter the home. Our luggage is dropped off. Our designated private driver in South Africa takes us to breakfast in a top rated restaurant in Cape Town. Then, we take a helicopter tour over Cape Town. The helicopter pilot takes us up to 2,500 feet. Julian and I take in the breathtaking views while holding hands. The sky is crystal blue with not one cloud. The scene is like that of a postcard. The city of Cape Town is surrounded on three sides by the slopes of the flat-topped Table Mountain and on the fourth side by the harbor and deep blue water. To our amazement, a rainbow appears overhead Cape Town. I smile at Julian and he smiles at me with a shine in his eyes.

After the helicopter tour we
come back to our home to relax. At this property there is a dark-colored maid who do the cleaning and cooking, but Julian has decided to prepare us some lunch and coffee himself.

We eat lunch in the dining room. Julian has prepared filet mignon and salad. It’s delicious. Even though Julian has maids
preparing amazing meals at all his residential properties, and he can have anything in a snap of a finger, he still knows how to prepare meals if he so feels like it. In my mind that is definitely sexy.

We finish lunch and go into the living room to drink our coffee.

“So how have you enjoyed yourself thus far, Cheryl?” Julian asks, raising an eyebrow and taking a sip of his coffee.

“I
’m having so much fun.” I smile and take a sip of my coffee.

“As you know, I am able to travel for a
s long as you like. I can work from my laptop. I want you to tell me when you’d like to settle down in my main residential property in Switzerland.”

I’ve been having so much fun on our
honeymoon that I haven’t really thought about it. I didn’t even know I had an option. Julian appears to be giving me full control in that area of our married life together. It appears like it is totally up to me whether we continue to travel the world for many months to come or settle down. It was completely the opposite case in my life with Derek. For Julian to offer me this option just makes me love him all the more.

“You don’t have to tell me now,” Julian interrupts my thoughts. “Just wanted to l
et you know that the decision is yours to make.”

My heart flickers
as I realize how happy I am with Julian.

“
As you know I carry around a gun with me at all times, as most members of my society do,” Julian says, abruptly changing the subject. “I want to give you something for your own protection.”

Julian pulls out a
Taser from his pockets and hands it to me. “I want you to carry this at all times. As you know I am very adamant about your protection. Even though I know where you are at all times, although highly unlikely, I might not be able to get to you as soon as I’d like to. I may be mistaken, but I don’t think you want to carry around a gun yourself.”

I take the
Taser, glance at it, and look up at Julian. “Thank you, honey,” I whisper, feeling somewhat nervous that this might relate to Derek.

We finish off our coffee in silence.
Although I know the great security measures that Julian takes is not just about Derek, I have a feeling it is mostly about Derek. Julian is a much better fighter, but Derek may use weapons or other devices in his fight for me and that thought sends a chill through me.

I grasp the
Taser tightly in my hand, wondering if I would be able to carry around a gun. However, I sense that my natural instincts wouldn’t allow me to point and shoot a gun to kill a man that I used to love.

In the late afternoon, we take a five minute cable car up to Table Mountain. The ascent to the top of mountain has beautiful views.

Once we are on top of the mountain there are even more astonishin
g 360 degree views of Cape Town and the ocean. We are over one thousand meters above the city.

We watch as the sun begins to set over the city with the most brilliant colors of yellow, orange, and red—a classic African sunset.
Julian stands behind me and holds me tight, enveloping my body with his muscular build. It feels so magical standing here in South Africa with the man of my dreams, watching the sunset.

On the way down in the cable car, the sky is already pitch black and the city below is lit up like
millions of yellow dots.

Once back at
our home in Clifton, we relax on our glass rooftop terrace overlooking the ocean. We are seated on a white couch in a cabana. We are sipping on champagne. I hear the sound of the ocean waves crashing along the shore. Julian lights a cigar and lets me take a few puffs.

Julian tells me a few
more interesting details about himself. We’ve only be married for a little over five months, and I’m still learning so many new and exciting things about Julian.

Over the course of the evening, Julian
tells me about his one year stay in Japan when he was nineteen and how he trained fourteen hours a day—two hours of meditation in the morning and the rest of the day training for his black belt in martial arts. He also spent time in eastern Tibet learning and practicing tummo yoga, a special type of yoga that allows one to gain control over body processes such as being able to withstand extreme temperatures. I listen with awe as Julian tells me about a man he met in Tibet nicknamed “The Iceman” who was able to do some extreme things such as jog without his shirt in minus twenty Celsius weather for five to six hours straight. The man is in the Book of World Records.

In Julian’s world there is no such thing as ordinary. As a secret society member,
multi-billionaire, and a fifth degree black belt martial artist who has traveled the whole world before the age of thirty-one, he is filled with fascinating stories to share with me.

I know Julian
hasn’t told me even half of his life story yet. However, I know more about him than I’ve ever known about Derek, who was very secretive and mysterious. Knowing so little about Derek made me feel like I was simply his lover, a trophy at best.

Although Julian has referred to me as his trophy wife, I feel like I am much more than just that to Julian.
I can listen to him for hours on end without getting bored. He is more than just my husband, he is my best friend.

Julian ca
n see that I am deep in thought and as he continues talking and telling me about his training, the people he knows, and his travels, he stops at one point, takes my hand, and leads me into our living room. We take a seat and I see two pieces of paper on the coffee table. I sense he has something exciting in store.

“I have the ravishment agreement ready if you’d like to take a look.” He hands me
one of the sheets of paper and I read it.

Ravishment Agreement

Cheryl Lynn Stone, hereinafter referred to as Submissive, do of my own free will, and being of sound mind and body, do hereby offer myself in consensual submission to Julian Stone, hereinafter referred to as Master, for the entire period of the relationship.

This agreement may be terminated by either party only in the event of breach of contract. This agreement can be reviewed, negotiated and rewritten, or terminated.

Provisions of Contract:

1. Submissive agrees to obey to the best of her ability, and to devote herself entirely to the pleasures and desires of Master.

2. Submissive also renounces all rights to her own pleasure, comfort, or gratification except insofar as permitted by Master. 

3. Master accepts full responsibility of Submissive. This includes but is not limited to: Submissive’s survival, health, physical well-being, and mental well-being.

4. Master further agrees to listen to Submissive’s concerns with a clear and open mind.

5. Master shall not inflict physical harm upon Submissive, which might require the attention of someone outside the relationship.

6. Submissive agrees at all times to make her body readily available to Master for his use.

7. Submissive agrees to resist Master’s sexual advances for the purpose of ravishment role playing.

8. Submissive agrees to wear any and all clothing Master chooses.

9. Submissive agrees to accept the responsibility of using a safe word when necessary.

10. Submissive acknowledges that the safe word is “heaven.”

11. Master accepts the responsibility of assessing situations in which Submissive calls safe word and will, to the best of his ability, make judgment on whether to modify the activity or stop the activity entirely.

12. Master agrees not to punish Submissive for the use of a safe word.

13. Submissive agrees to address Master as “Master.”

14. Submissive agrees to speak respectfully to Master at all times, including times not spent during role play.

15. Master may address Submissive in any way he so chooses.

16. Master agrees to furnish Submissive with a symbolic token of ownership.

17. Submissive agrees to wear this symbol at all times.

18. Submissive agrees and understands that any infractions of this agreement, or any act Submissive commits that displeases Master, will result in ravishment.

19. Submissive understands that failure to comply with Master’s orders will result in a more severe ravishment.

20. Master will explain the reason for ravishment either before, during, or after.

Signed, this ___day of ___, ___.

_________________________

Master

_________________________

Submissive

“The symbol of my ownership over you is your wedding ring.”
Julian hands me his Mont Blanc pen. “Are you ready to sign?”

I consider this
briefly.
Yes. I’m fully ready. It is such a turn on for me to be Julian’s submissive
. I love and trust him so much.

I sign my name on the two copies of the Ravishment Agreement
without hesitation and then watch as Julian signs and dates both copies. He turns and grins at me.

“
You’re all mine,” he growls in a low tone.

Julian leads me into the bedroom and takes out something from his
leather suitcase.
It’s a black face mask like criminals and robbers wear!
He puts it on and all I see are his eyes glaring down at me. “Remember the safe word is heaven.”

I nod my head,
excited.

“You will be overpowered and forced to surrender.”

I nod my head again, this time feeling nervous as well as excited.

“I want you to go out onto the terrace and enjoy the view. I will sneak up on you unexpectedly, grab you, and
overpower you. Are you okay with this?” Julian examines me and I can tell in his fierce primal eyes that this turns him on and he needs this.

I feel my inside clench in
anticipation. I have never done this before, but it sounds so exhilarating.

“
Yes,” I whisper.

I make my way out onto the
rooftop terrace and stand gazing at the view of the dark ocean and the many millions of glistening white stars above in the pitch black sky. I wait for Julian to approach me.

I stand gazing out over the ocean for a while
but still Julian has not made a move. I listen to the ocean waves crashing onto the shoreline. The full moon is shining brightly, reflecting white light onto the ocean water.

Suddenly, I feel Julian
grab my stomach tightly and place his hand over my mouth. I cry out loudly in surprise, but my yells come out muffled against the palm of his hand. I resist him, trying to get away, getting into the victim mindset.

I am
already eager to be fucked and ravished by him. I get a whiff of Julian’s delicious manly, spicy cologne.
I love the smell of Julian!

Julian
’s hand comes away from my mouth as he quickly pulls both my hands behind my back and ties them tightly with rough rope.