The Scandalous Billionaires Collection (22 page)

He just hoped she would be as good rebuilding
him from the ground up as she was at tearing him down from on
high.

When he arrived at her clinic door the
reception area was already open but there was no sign of Sandy. He
had tried grilling him by phone as to Melissa's plans today but he
had insisted he knew nothing. He was still waiting for his fifty
thousand dollars and the other favors he had been promised for
divulging sensitive details about his boss.

The absence of the his questionable
confidante made Jason vaguely anxious, but also excited. They would
be entirely alone together. He felt like he was walking into a trap
but at the same time he was compelled, fascinated, intrigued beyond
his own control. Even if she had held no intrinsic power over him
he would have continued on. The blackmail techniques weren't
necessary. He desperately wanted to be there. Dr. Melissa Price
held the key to his freedom and he needed to know if she would be
able to unlock it today.

He went to knock on her office door that hung
slightly ajar, but at the last minute the steady gaze of her
piercingly intelligent eyes through caught his own from the far
side of her desk. He felt a thrill go through him at the sight of
her. His cock stiffened, his balls moved. She was in her full
professional attire which, as always, threatened to drive him wild.
No-one held power over him like she did, no one was a match for him
except her. So few people had the courage to go up against him and
those that did had always paid the price. He still intended to win
and to make her pay that price, but her courage and daring had
turned him on to the max.

He would enjoy finally cutting her down to a
more suitable size, even if she did manage to help him. Especially
if she did.

"Come on in Jason. Don't be shy." She
said.

"Where's my property?" He looked around the
room.

"Don't worry about that yet. We need to have
our session first. Then we can talk about returned property."

He fumed silently, his emotions a volatile
mixture of rage, excitement, fear and raw sexuality. He wasn't used
to being controlled and he couldn't tell if he was loving it or
hating it. The vast repercussions of her betrayal of his trust made
it all the more irresistible. He had always loved risk in the
business world. In sex and romance, or what passed for romance,
absolute control had always been his thing.

But that was beginning to change.

"Sit down." She said authoritatively. "Over
there." She pointed to a chair in the middle of the room and he
obeyed.

"So what's next Dr. Price? Planning on fixing
me up in the next sixty minutes? It might be the quickest fix in
the history of shrinking."

"Tell me about the re-union. And don't leave
anything out."

He shook inwardly, realizing that he had
always known that this was what she would go for, even if he hadn't
wanted to admit it to himself.

"Don't be afraid." She said. "I'm the one
person you can trust in all of this, even if you aren't able to
believe that yet."

"Is that so?"

"I already have enough on you to damage your
professional reputation for a lifetime. Don't you think if I wanted
money from you I'd have asked you for it already?"

"If money was all you wanted then maybe I
wouldn't be shaking in my boots right now."

Melissa worked hard to control herself. Only
a block of stone encased in marble wouldn't have felt the sexual
tension between them. The air was thick with it and she could feel
her body reacting violently to his presence, to his words, to his
barely restrained excitement.

But she had to hold on long enough to get the
truth from him, just long enough to help him, and then nothing else
would matter.

"Tell me what happened." She said.

"Okay." he said and looked down at his
hands.

"And look me in the eye as you do so." She
added.

He immediately lifted his gaze. For the time
being at least she held all the cards and despite everything some
part of himself still believed she truly wanted to help him.
Another part of him that was causing some discomfort in his
trousers didn't care about anything except getting the woman in
front of him out of the business suit she was in and onto his
cock.

And he wanted his property back.

"She tricked me again."

"How? How could she do it to you again? "

"I never believed it was her idea the first
time. The way she hesitated, the look on her face, the way she
asked me to believe in her no matter what and then whenshe
whispered 'sorry' into my ear before she took the blindfold off…"
he put a shaking hand to his face, covering his brow.

"Don't do that." Melissa said forcefully.
"Look at me. Tell me the whole truth. You need to tell this to
someone without any fear. You have nothing to be ashamed of and I
certainly won't judge you."

Her words were forced. As she watched his
strong frame first buckle and then straighten itself up under the
force of his emotion, all she could think about was the powerful
man before her and the incredible need he would satisfy in her once
he was whole again. Her therapeutic instincts told her he was on
the brink of a breakthrough, if she could just hold on.

"Keep talking." She said.

"Like I told you before, I was about to leave
when I felt her hands on my shoulders, just like the last time she
had touched me and then her breath, her perfume, the lightest touch
of her hair right next to me. She said just one word. The same damn
word--sorry--breathed it right into my ear. When I turned to face
her it was like I was eighteen years old again. She was just as
beautiful as ever and I was lost for words, as though the last
eleven years of my life had never happened. She took me by the hand
and led me away behind her. She checked out room after room down
this long corridor as though it was all spontaneous. She whispered
to me along the way that she wanted to make it up to me, that she
hadn't stopped thinking about it even after all these years, how
badly she had treated me. Eventually she found an unlocked door and
the room was empty but it had a chair out in the middle. 'Perfect'.
She said. I was in a daze. I could feel it. I knew it was going to
happen and it was going to turn out right this time."

Just like he could feel it now.

"She sat me down on the chair and then pulled
out two blindfolds from her bag. They looked just like the original
ones we had shared. God, I was shaking. It was all so real, like
being taken back in time to a place I didn't ever want to see again
but still couldn't resist. It was all going to be good this time.
She asked me to put the blindfold on her and I did, just barely, I
was shaking so much. She smiled and said she wouldn't have ever
believed that Jason Demovic the billionaire could be so nervous. I
said I wasn't Jason Demovic the billionaire, just Jason the
high-school prom date. She asked me if I was still in love with her
and… God… I nodded my head."

Melissa felt her face flush with rage. She
would show him. If she ever got her way, she would show him.
Typical stupid guy; idiotic enough to believe he loved that
selfish, twisted woman.

"She got me to do it all again. I sat down on
the chair, blindfolded. She told me she was taking her clothes off
and then naked, ready for me. She walked around behind me and put
her hands on my shoulders. Then she hesitated, just like she did
before, like it was all rehearsed--and I guess it was. She asked me
if I had kept my promise. If I had saved myself for her and I said
yes of course I had, that I had never loved another woman, never
made love to another woman and never would. She asked me if I had
become rich because of her and I said yes, it was all for her. She
said she didn't believe me, that she'd seen me with all those women
year after year, on magazine covers, in the gossip news. I told her
I hadn't loved any of them, that it had only ever been lust, just
empty sex, but no love. She made me promise her that I would never
do that again. That I would wait until the right woman came to me
and… Jesus Christ, I said it, like an idiot I promised her
again."

Melissa was having more and more trouble
controlling herself. Rage and hatred weren't part of the
therapeutic process, at least not on the part of the
psychotherapist but she had never wanted to harm someone as badly
as this woman Tracy Dunleavy.

"She leaned in one more time and ran her
hands down my chest, her lips came close to my ear again and she
asked me if I remembered what she had said to me last time. I said
of course I did, how could I forget and then something snapped in
me. Maybe it's an instinct I've developed over time, something drew
me back. I grabbed her wrists with one hand and pulled off the
blindfold with the other and there they all were, everyone of them,
grinning and laughing like it was all some big harmless prank,
waving their pathetic little smart phones around, most of them fat
and bald, all dressed up in their cheap clothes."

"What did you do?"

"I called for my guys. I'm never disconnected
Melissa. Not even now. My guys were at the door in seconds and I
told them that no-one was leaving until every phone was accounted
for, every recording device. Boy did they squawk but my team is
pretty intimidating. Every device was wiped clean of any image of
me and everyone signed affidavits swearing them to secrecy. The one
or two who protested were taken aside and caved in quick when
separated from the pack. I know all those clowns, everyone of them,
inside and out, I've followed them all their lives since high
school. You should have seen their faces. In fact, if you want to I
can show you considering I filmed every one of them squealing about
their rights and blah, blah, blah."

"So you beat them. You got them back for what
they did to you."

"It would appear so, wouldn't it."

Melissa waited, looked into his eyes, reading
him like a book.

"Except for her." She whispered.

Jason nodded and lowered his eyes.

"She tricked you again. She convinced you
that she was put up to it."

"She told me they made her do it and that she
thought it would all be just a big joke and that it would make what
had happened all those years ago seem harmless. She swore she had
never wanted to hurt me."

"And then she betrayed you."

"Tracy was the only one I didn't ask to sign
an affidavit. She went to the media, to my old friend Chauncey
Tales but even Chauncey wouldn't do anything with it. Not without
pictures anyway. Chauncey even told me all about it, warned me that
some old high school flame was out to get me. Ms. Tales isn't quite
as bad as some folks make her out to be."

"But it still hurt you, even though she
didn't get away with it."

"Worse than before. At least I was able to be
with women after the first time, even if I couldn't feel anything,
couldn't love, but since then, God, I can't… I just couldn't trust
anyone… no-one… not until…"

His voice was choked, struggling. Melissa's
eyes were huge with expectation, devouring him, hungry for his
words, wanting to believe that she was the one.

"Until…"

"Don't say another word." She said. "It's
over. This ends today. It ends right now."

Jason was white with fear, rigid with
excitement. Melissa stood up and drew out two dark velvet bands
from her pocket. She closed the distance between them and held the
ribbons out to him.

"Blindfold me." She said, every word sending
licks of excitement through her entire body. She was pretty sure
this would cure
him
but it might also destroy
her
.

She didn't care anymore.

Her entire short career as a therapist she
had been teaching people to live out their fantasies in safety as a
mechanism for healing. Now she would do the same herself,
everything would be sacrificed to her fantasy of healing without
the fear of law, professional ethics or instinctive, visceral,
cultural taboo. She would experience real fantasy today; she would
heal the man in front of her not only with her words, with her
education and her mind, but with her body as well.

Jason stood up, just inches away from her and
took the blindfolds. He placed one carefully over her brow,
releasing her hair from the tight bun on the back of her head and
allowing it to cascade down her back.

He put his blindfold on.

"Undress me." She said.

"That's not how it goes." He whispered. "She
never allowed me to undress her. You have to undress yourself." He
said in a low, intense whisper. A thrill ran through Melissa. He
was asking her to undress, right there in the middle of her office
floor, still blindfolded.

"Okay." She said and began to unbutton her
jacket. Each layer that came off left her feeling less powerful,
less in control, more piqued with excitement. She heard him moving
too, removing his own clothing and then felt his hand on her
abdomen, assuring himself of her nudity.

Jolts of pleasure coursed through her,
darting from her abdomen to her pussy and then firing her aching
clit into life.

"Melissa, I'm not sure I can do this." His
voice sounded so different, so unsure; the voice of Jason Demovic
the humiliated eighteen year old. She needed to stay strong. His
hand was still against her naked flesh. She reached for his arm and
pushed it away. He had certainly removed his shirt at least. The
thought of them there, together, naked in her office was almost
more than she could bear.

"It's asking too much of you." He faltered.
"And maybe it won't even work."

"Since when is Jason Demovic afraid of
anything." She said, appealing to the strength of character she
knew was at the core of his being. "Since when is Jason Demovic
afraid of any man or of any woman?"