The Billionaire's Son 5 : Sweet Escape (BDSM Erotic Romance) (2 page)

The woman collapsed onto the couch behind
her. "I tried to help her. I'm told she was claimed by a
member."

Derek nodded. "Yes, fortunately for her,
that was me. Did anyone else find out about her? Does anyone know
her identity?"

The woman shook her head slowly, her red
hair sweeping over her chest. "No one who could know that she
wasn't really one of our girls even saw her tonight. She's in the
clear. But they're going to expect you to be showing her off at
functions from now on."

Derek released a deep breath he didn’t even
realize he had been holding. "Okay, good. I'll worry about that
later." He stood and unfolded the photo that he'd been carrying and
handed it to the woman. "Do you recognize this woman? She was at a
party here about 8 months ago."

"Are you some kind of cop?" She suddenly
looked nervous.

Derek sat back down. "No. I'm just looking
for a friend who went missing. I'm not here to cause any trouble,
if that's what you're asking. You told the woman you helped tonight
that she could be in danger. I just want to find out what happened
to this woman."

Madame studied the photo for a moment. "Yes,
I've seen her. She was claimed. I've seen her at some parties."

Derek's insides fluttered
with excitement.
Finally, a lead!
"Is she here right now?"

Madame arched her eyebrows. "No. She's a
slave to one of the elders. He's a powerful man. They call him The
Senator, but he's not a real senator. He might be some kind of
politician though. I've only seen her at his functions since he
bought her."

Derek's mind was spinning. "So, women are
bought and become slaves? Against their will? How does it
work?"

Madame stood up and started pacing the small
room. "I would get into a lot of trouble if they knew I was talking
to you about this. But there are some things going on that I don't
really like. So, I'll talk to you, but I can't do any more than
that. I could be in danger if they knew."

Derek removed his mask. He needed her to
trust him. "No one will ever know you talked to me. I promise."

She continued pacing. "The girls are heavily
vetted and hand-picked to become submissives at The Club. They have
to want the whole lifestyle. They choose to become slaves. It
hasn't worked out for every girl. Some girls eventually rebel. Some
of the girls think they can somehow 'bring down' these men or
blackmail them. When they become problems, they're dealt with."

Derek leaned forward. "How exactly are they
dealt with?"

Madame muttered, "God, I could use a smoke.
Most of the problem girls are dispensed with from The Club with
serious drug addictions. It's pretty easy to get these girls hooked
on meth. Addicted, they can't touch any of these men. The men in
The Club, especially the higher-ups are filthy rich and
extraordinarily powerful. The girls, hopelessly addicted, have no
credibility to make any accusations against these guys. After that,
if they still cause trouble, they end up dead from an OD in some
back alley. It's all handled rather tidily."

Derek felt sickened. "That's crazy. Why are
you still with them? Why don't you just leave?"

Madame shrugged. "I've been doing this so
long that I don't know anything else anymore. I don't know how to
be normal. Here I can look after the girls and do what I like to
do. I have my own power at The Club. I don't want to leave."

It was all so foreign to Derek. "I have
money and influence, too. If you ever want to get away from this or
get out, I would help you."

She stopped pacing for a moment to look at
him. "I believe you would. When you took off your mask, I
recognized you. I know that you are Jackson's son. Does he know
what you're doing?"

Derek felt his insides go
cold.
Damn
! "No.
Jackson has no idea that I've become a member. It's under a fake
identity. I'm just looking for Elise. I wanted to make sure nothing
bad has happened to her. Her family has been searching for
her."

Madame stalked over to Derek's chair.
Sitting on his lap, her hands slipped under his robe and rubbed his
bare skin. "It seems we both would have something to lose if anyone
found out we spoke. I will keep your little secret as long as our
talk remains confidential. As far as I know, your friend is not
being held against her will."

To his annoyance, Derek felt his cock
stirring. "Where does this Senator that has Elise live?"

Madame's hand slid lower caressing his abs.
"He lives at Highgate Manor."

Damn!
The Senator certainly was a powerful man. His money spread
vast influence over both political parties. This was one guy not to
mess with.

Derek pulled Madame toward him and gave her
lush lips a solid kiss. "Thank you, Madame. It seems I have lots of
work to do."

Placing Madame aside, Derek stood. Madame
looked petulant with her lower lip protruding. "Aw. You're not
going to stay and thank me properly? You know, your father is
always loads of fun."

Shuddering inwardly at the thought, Derek
replied lightly, "Some other time maybe."

He had learned what he needed to know. In
fact, he had struck gold. If what Madame said about Elise panned
out, all of his months of searching could finally be coming to an
end.

Now, he just wanted to get back and see that
Julia was all right.

***

After Scott had settled me into Derek's
townhouse, which was located in an exclusive section of the city, I
had wandered around the rooms curious to get a peek at Derek's
private life. The rooms were all exquisitely and tastefully
decorated, probably the work of a professional designer. Everything
was spotless; I was sure he had a full-time housekeeper. The
thought of Derek dusting baseboards and scrubbing toilets had me
chuckling out loud.

As I was still casually poking around,
exhaustion over the night's ordeal finally set in. While I thought
about curling up on Derek's bed, awaiting his return, I decided
against it. The delicious possibilities that it might lead to when
Derek got home were almost too powerful to resist. But as much as
my body wantonly craved his touch, I could not work up the courage
to be so bold.

I plodded back to the guest room that I had
spotted earlier. Rummaging through the mostly empty dresser
drawers, I finally found a t-shirt. It looked like it could be an
old favorite of Derek's; it was the right size and smelled of his
scent. I removed the scratchy cape from my body and slipped into
the large t-shirt that hung to my knees before climbing into the
four-poster bed.

Snuggling deep into the
luxurious satin sheets, I was drifting in and out of sleep, but
forever dreaming of Derek. I must have fully dozed off at some
point. I sighed sleepily as I felt a hand stroke the side of my
cheek.
Derek was back.
Just as I fought my way back to full awareness, I opened my
eyes to see the faint crack of light disappear as the door to the
room clicked firmly closed.

My pulse quickened. Derek
had just been in the room, I was sure. I could still faintly smell
his masculine scent lingering in the air. I would recognize it
anywhere. Why didn't he wake me up? Why didn't I wake up sooner? I
realized that I had been hoping to spend the night by Derek's side.
And, I had hoped that Derek would
want
to be with me. Disappointment
coursed through me. My body physically ached at the thought of
being separated from his. I desperately yearned for his body to be
near my own.

I imagined him watching me
sleep and then leaning down to kiss my lips. My arms would wind
around his neck, drawing him closer to me, not letting him retreat.
Then I would…
Oh hell.
I beat the sheets with my fists. I couldn't get enough of
that sexy man.

Just knowing that he was
sleeping so close by… My imagination started running away with
me.
What was so wrong with going after
what I wanted?
I could tiptoe into his
bedroom, maybe even slip into his bed unaware.
Did he sleep nude?
I envisioned
wrapping my lips around his cock and sucking him until he lost all
control. And then, I would
demand
payback.

The excitement of the
fantasy started growing within me until I thought I would burst. I
was normally such a safe and sensible girl. Did I dare do something
so bold and uninhibited? What was the worst that could happen? A
man like Derek wouldn't kick me out of bed.
But what would he think of me?
The
sexual impulse was so overwhelming that I just didn't care anymore.
I would swallow my pride, if that's what it took to have another
chance to feel Derek's body so intimately connected with my
own.

I slipped out of bed, my heart pounding with
excitement. Poking my head outside the guest room door, I noted
that all was dark and quiet. Slowly, I made my way to Derek's
bedroom door. I paused at the entrance, nervous, but wildly
excited. The doorknob turned easily in my hand. I crept silently
into his room, my eyes still not adjusted to the dim light.

I heard the sound of
running water at the same time I saw the light coming from under
the door of the adjoining bathroom. Derek was in the shower. My
first thought was to slide under his covers and wait for
him.
But I didn't want to wait.
I tiptoed to the bathroom door and opened it
slowly.

I could see Derek, standing under a blast of
hot water, through the foggy glass doors of the large shower. The
muscles in his back rippled as he reached up with both hands to
rinse shampoo from his hair. I watched in fascination as rivulets
of water and soap worked their way down his back to his tapered
waist. My eyes wandered lower still to his magnificent ass - solid
and firm with just the perfect amount of rounded flesh. My mouth
watered just looking at his stunning physique and my hands itched
to work the soapsuds all over his taut slippery skin.

I pulled off the borrowed t-shirt and
approached the shower. Nothing could stop me now. My pussy throbbed
with desire; my body ached with a need. The shower door made a
slight scraping noise as I opened it. Derek turned, a look of
surprise crossing his face. "Julia!" I paused for just the
slightest moment until his slow lazy grin had my pussy tingling
with a fevered anticipation.

Derek pulled me against his body before any
niggling doubts could arise. My breasts were crushed against his
strong body as I felt the stirring of his cock against my stomach.
His finger slipped under my chin, tilting my head upwards to meet
his descending mouth. The warm spray of water ran between our
adjoined bodies as his arms wrapped around me, holding me close. My
nipples contracted into tight nubs as they rubbed slowly against
Derek's wet hard chest.

Derek's tongue worked into my mouth,
possessing me with insistent exploration. A wet soapy hand slid
inch by inch up my side. I moaned softly against Derek's mouth,
wild with anticipation. Derek's exquisite lips left my own as his
hands slipped between our bodies. I watched Derek's intent face as
his hand drew slowly up my body and finally reached my breasts.

His hands left a soapy trail as they
caressed my breasts with expertise. His palms glided over my taut
nipples sending sparks of desire straight to my pussy. I arched my
back slightly, reveling in the attention, as I watched Derek's
eyelids grow hooded with intense desire. He lifted a breast with
one hand, swiping my straining nipple with his thumb
repeatedly.

With a sexy growl, Derek's head dipped
lower. He left small kisses on my shoulders and neck before making
his way down toward my up-turned breast. Derek's tongue swirled
around my nipple before his lips closed around my breast and
suckled. My hands had been mindlessly exploring the muscles of his
smooth back, but now they were urging Derek on, pulling him tighter
into my body.

My legs parted willingly for Derek's
insistent thigh. As my pussy made contact with the rough skin of
his thigh, I felt the need at my core growing uncontrollable. I
rubbed my sex against his thigh, always needing more of him.

Derek's mouth moved to my other breast; but
this time, he clamped his teeth firmly but gently around my
hardened nipple. I gasped at the exotic combination of sensations.
My legs felt as if they would give out when his tongue assaulted my
trapped nipple by flicking wildly over it. The whimpers of desire
escaping my lips weren't even recognizable as my own.

I threw my head back and let the sensations
wash over me. While he was assaulting my breasts with glorious
torture, his other hand had wandered down my back and was caressing
my ass. My pussy was wedged against his thigh, but I wiggled back
trying to meet his exploring fingers, wanting more than anything
for those fingers to be touching my most secret places.

Derek released my breast
from his mouth. "I'll never get enough of you, Julia. You
are
mine
."

I stared into his smoldering eyes, not even
caring if he was sincere at the moment. "Derek, please don't
stop."

Derek grabbed a bar of soap off the shelf.
When he had worked up a good lather, he replaced the soap and
stared greedily down at my body. His gaze left a burning trail of
desire all over my flesh. I waited impatiently until finally, he
began to massage the slippery suds over my curves. His wickedly
lascivious hands soaped every inch of skin from my shoulders down
to my hips with a sensual touch, of course, paying special
attention to my breasts.