Romance: Kidnapped For The Billionaire's Pleasure - The Complete Series (Contemporary, Taboo, BDSM)

by Lucie Blake

  Romance: Kidnapped For The Billionaire’s Pleasure - The Complete Series (Comtemporary, Taboo, BDSM)

  Lucie Blake

  ©2015 Lucie Blake

  This book is a work of fiction. Any names, places, events, and incidents that occur are entirely a result of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to real people, events, and places is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright 2015 Lucie Blake

  All right reserved.

  First edition: June 2015

  No part of this book may be scanned, reproduced, or distributed in any printed or electronic form.

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  TAKEN FOR THE BILLIONAIRE’S PLEASURE

  Table of Contents

  Part One

  Part Two

  Part Three

  Part One

  Chapter one

  My secretary was on the intercom informing me of the day’s engagements. It was going to be a busy day doing lots of talking, which was something I had yet to become accustomed to.

  As the president it was my duty to face the public and conduct interviews with annoying reporters, but it was for a good cause. The scandal I had unearthed with StarLink had been the launching pad of No Souls for Sale; a Non Profit Organization designed to make the public aware of human trafficking in America.

  My name was now Akemi Coverly. Getting my papers sorted out and becoming a citizen of the USA was almost as difficult as gaining my freedom. It’s amazing when the cameras shut off just how brutal the authorities can be. If I didn’t have a spirit of resilience I would surely have broken. One official went so far as to suggest that I was here of my own accord and had actually been peddling my ‘wares’ without the controls of slavery.

  Equally as amazing was the power of money. As soon as Shaun was named rightful owner of TecCorp and by extension, a multi-billionaire, all my legal issues miraculously vanished. My documentation and social security number were finalized in a heart beat.

  My sister was my next concern, and again the power of money spoke. She too was now a legal citizen of the USA, and we both were enjoying life in a way we had never experienced before.

  My husband, Shaun Coverly, was a gem of a man. Never once making me feel like my past was a burden for me alone to bear. Many nights I stayed up late, crying, remembering the atrocities of my life and even indulging in self blame for the whole ordeal. Maybe I should have fought back, maybe I should have used my free days to flee, maybe…

  Life for me now was different but yet, the same. Shaun spared no expense when it came to my happiness. Anything a woman could want from a man, he provided. The lifestyle of luxury I had become accustomed to now had the added benefit of love and company. Though he was a workaholic, Shaun understood the value of our relationship and made time for me in his busy schedule. Our honeymoon to the Caribbean was epic for many reasons; it was the first time I traveled outside of the States and it was the first time we were truly alone. Away from the media, away from prying eyes, away from the reminders of my past life. The island was quiet and quaint and our lovemaking, loud and passionate. This was the story of my new life.

  I was a bit groggy today. Last night Shaun and I went to a unique couples therapy. The therapist was new to LA and anyone who was someone was trying to get an appointment. Fortunately, we never had to call anyone to solicit their business; they always called us. I was in a particularly good mood the day she called and that was how she snuck past my gate keeper and bulldog of a secretary who knew how I felt about intrusions into my life.

  “Mrs. Coverly, this is Camilla Alexis from Heal the Heart, how are you today? ”

  “I’m well Ms. Alexis, Jenna said you needed to speak to me personally on a subject. Do you have information on a matter that pertains to my organization or myself? ”

  “Well, it’s more personal than business related. I’ve been following your story on the news since I’ve been in town and I just feel awful about your ordeal. It’s a subject so dear to my heart and I would love to offer you and your husband a complimentary session at my healing spa. Is it something you would consider?”

  This was a sales pitch and she knew it. Once we recommend people to her she would never lack for business again. It was a surefire way to give her notoriety and prestige amongst the rich.

  “Well, exactly what do your therapies include, Ms. Alexis? ”

  “It’s not something I can discuss over the phone Mrs. Coverly, but I can assure you that you will never be the same again. It brings release and confirmation that the partner you’ve chosen is definitely the one for you.”

  “Sounds really interesting. When are you looking at having us over?”

  “Is Sunday at nine pm good for you?”

  “I will confirm by tonight after I speak with my husband. My secretary will give you a call in the morning to confirm.”

  “Perfect Mrs. Coverly. I’m looking forward to seeing you and your husband. I know you are a busy woman so I won’t take up any more of your time. Have a fabulous day!”

  Shaun was hesitant. He had heard about Camilla Alexis’s therapy and was sure it would bring up some of my old demons.

  “I don’t know honey. She does some pretty extreme things. Suppose it reminds you of some stuff you went through? Won’t that set us back even further?”

  “Shaun, I’m a big girl. I don’t see how one therapy session can be that big of a deal!”

  “Well, I’m all for it. The amount of stress I suffer at work, I’m certain a therapy session and then a steam in the sauna will be perfect for me.”

  “Great. I will confirm with her in the morning and get the directions.”

  Chapter 2

  She ran her Spa and Therapy Clinic from Venice beach. The complex was ultra modern and very industrial looking, but the inside was an oasis of relaxation. The receptionist and staff were all very sexy and this was the first thing I observed. The uniform was that of ultra short shorts and skin tight t shirts. Though scantily clad, they were all professional and didn’t do the usual thing of staring when A list clients walked in.

  As we approached the desk, the receptionist smiled and called us by name.

  “Mr and Mrs. Coverly! Welcome to Heal the Heart! How are you this evening?”

  “Hi, we are doing well, Mrs. Coverly and I have a 9.30 appointment with Camilla Alexis.”

  “Certainly Mr. Coverly, she will be right with you. May I offer you a beverage of your choice?”

  “That’s a good idea. I will have a scotch on the rocks and Mrs. Coverly will just have water. ”

  I wasn’t big on drinking alcohol and Shaun new this. He on the other hand enjoyed decadent beverages all the time.

  I knew it wasn’t typical for people to drink just before a therapy session, but in LA it paid to keep the elite happy at all costs; even if it meant getting a little tipsy.

  Camilla came down to meet us herself. She was a dramatic woman whose personality had too much flair for me. Her exaggerated make up and over bleached hair did not compliment her skin, which was severely over tanned. Yet I couldn’t knock her abilities too much. She had to be lauded for opening a business like this in times like these.

  She greeted my husband first with a kiss on the cheek and then did the same to me. Standing back, she admired my outfit, but declined to ask the designer’s name even though I could tell it was on the tip of her tongue.

  Leading us up to the office via an elevator, I noticed many mirrors strategically placed everywhe
re. It seemed it was a place to force introspection. Her office was more like a large bedroom with plush furniture. A writing desk in the corner is where she sat while directing us to the brightly colored daybed facing her.

  This room had mirrors on every conceivable surface. Some were ornate and other industrial looking, but somehow they came together to give the room a pleasing aesthetic appeal.

  Every time I looked at Camilla I saw someone who looked like they should be on the cast of Golden Girls. Her suit was peach and although dated, I could tell it was expensive. The white heels definitely broke the labor day rule.

  Placing her glasses on her nose, she looked down at her yellow legal pad and then back up at us with a smile.

  “Now tell me, Mr and Mrs. Coverly what’s been happening in your bedroom since you have escaped your past situation?”

  No one answered and the silence in the room was thick.

  “Ok… well, maybe I should be more specific. Since you have escaped the life of sexual slavery, how are you dealing with your husband and intimacy in the bedroom?”

  Her question was targeted at me.

  “Well its been ok. I’ve been around the block a few times now so I can please him.”

  “I didn’t ask about pleasing him. I asked about intimacy. Is he allowed to explore your body? Can he touch you everywhere without it reminding you of your past?Are you comfortable with touching yourself? That’s the kind of intimacy I’m talking about.”

  I thought I had answered her question, but with her phrasing it differently I guess I hadn’t.

  “Well, we do things all the other couples do in bed and it works.” I laughed nervously as I spoke the statement.

  “Ok Mrs. Coverly, lets see what your husband has to say. ”

  Shaun was as red as a beet.

  “Well it’s ok, I guess.”

  My head snapped around. It was just ok?

  “Go on,” she directed, and so he did.

  “Well, in certain positions I find that she looks… well… afraid and if I get passionate, she would say aggressive, she turns stone cold and just lays there. She says she’s fine, but her body language says otherwise.”

  I had to interrupt this monologue that wasn’t exactly stating the complete truth.

  “That’s because I am fine Shaun. I love you and I’ve never denied you my body. I’m surprised to hear this! ”

  “Well Akemi, its not a big deal to you, but no man wants to have his wife looking afraid when he’s fucking her.”

  “I’m not afraid of you Shaun… I’m not! It’s just so much to deal with at once… this is new to me.”

  Camilla found it necessary to interject.

  “I knew this would be an issue Mrs. Coverly. Many times when a woman has been in a situation such as yours, it’s hard to maintain sexual relationships because of the old story the mind keeps repeating. I can see there is a lot of work for me to do with you two, but not to worry, we can get through it. Tonight we will just do level one of the therapy and see what we reveal. I have assistants that help me get the point across and they are going to demonstrate what you will be working on for the next week until you see me again. Is that alright with you?”

  We nodded in unison.

  She spoke into her phone and two people entered the room shortly after. I believe the choice of assistants were strictly based on looks because the girl was Asian and had my weight and body structure; a little meat on the bones. The guy looked like Shaun with the sandy brown hair and all.

  The entrants to the room didn’t need to be instructed and took their place on the bed. They both wore silk robes and Camilla asked us to observe exactly what they were doing. The girl and guy were locked in a stare. They did nothing but look into each other eyes for a full two minutes.

  The guy reached out his hand and slowly undid the tie of the robe , allowing it to fall to her shoulders and then to her waist exposing round full breasts with nipples at their peak. Still looking into each others eyes, she did the same action, but more slowly and seductively, caressing the tie as it slipped through her fingers. His chest was firm and the skin stretched over the sculpted muscles.

  He was the first to break the stare by slowly shifting his gaze to her throat, chest and finally her breasts where he marveled at her nakedness. Following suit like a good lover, she traced the steps to his torso with her eyes and focused on the brown patch of hair just above his waist. He outstretched his hand and placed it on her cheek and she closed her eyes, drinking in the stimulus to her skin.

  His fingertips followed the contours of her jaw and throat and paused at the clavicle of her neck before tracing her dark areola and then eventually the hardened nipples. She didn’t need to be told to reciprocate the action and she made the same path from his cheek all the way down to the fuzzy brown patch. His breathing quickened as she let her fingers linger and her gaze refocused on his eyes.

  I was in a trance at this display of intimacy and was aware of the moisture between my legs. I surveyed the room to see if Shaun or Camilla Alexis had seen that I was visibly turned on by this demonstration.

  Camilla was smiling as though she wanted to clap her hands and say’ bravo’, but Shaun’s face was flushed redder than before and could see his cock stiffening in his pants.

  As quietly as they came, they left. Smiling at us and holding hands, they disappeared from the room.

  Clearing her throat, Camilla began to speak again, “Is that something you think you can do as a couple?”

  My mouth was like sandpaper when I responded.

  “Yes of course I can do that.”

  Shaun chimed in, “yes we can try it.”

  Camilla gave guidelines. “Now, while we are exploring this new territory you can’t have full sexual intercourse. I want you to concentrate on doing what you just saw until you no longer are uncomfortable with it. Understand?”

  We nodded and Camilla got up from her resting place.

  “Well, I want to see you next Sunday night this same time for session 2.”

  We both agreed to the terms and conditions set out by this stranger and got up to leave.

  At home, I drilled Shaun further about his displeasure with my love making, but he didn’t entertain my frustration. Instead, he kissed me on the head and went into his office on the first floor of the house, leaving me alone.

  Chapter 3

  The letter came as I was leaving for the afternoon’s press conference discussing new US policies on human trafficking. Jenna brought it in along with my printed speech and briefcase. She said it was delivered by a random guy downstairs who left it at the front desk.

  On the front simply stated ‘Mrs. Shaun Coverly’. I dropped it into my purse, unalarmed, as this kind of thing happened often. With the advent of the internet, snail mail was rare, but occasionally someone we helped or inspired, dropped us a line of gratitude.

  The press conference was long and boring to me. I never enjoyed these events where politicians and officials pushed their own agenda. By the time all was said and done the red tape and paper work would get in the way of saving lives.

  I declined the complimentary lunch and decided it would be better to dine alone. Ado was my choice for the day, and for someone like me reservations were not necessary. The little yellow cottage’s appearance was quaint, but the food exquisite and I enjoyed many a quiet dinner there. In this life and my past one.

  I decided not to use a limo today and opted to be chauffeur driven in one of the least flashy cars we owned. I needed to enjoy a little alone time and ponder what Shaun had said at the session. I was having pasta. The kind that you didn’t want to stop eating. The garlic shrimp was all but sumptuous and for a minute I forgot that I had any troubles in the world.

  Choosing to have a little white was uncharacteristic of me, but I decided it would be a nice compliment to the meal and I sipped it a little too enthusiastically. Later I wondered if I was a little too flirtatious with the waiter.

  As I reached into my
purse to retrieve my black card, the envelope I had ignored earlier fell onto my lap. I turned my attention to it as soon as the waiter walked away.

  Inside it was a piece of paper with a corny poem. In my heart, I knew this wasn’t a thank-you letter.

  Holier than thou or so we pretend

  It’s a pity all acts come to an end

  The past may be the past

  But it still presents

  The dilemma of what happens when we pretend.

  It was signed Karma and from my recollection, I knew she was a bitch.

  I was unnerved and confused by this silly little poem and I didn’t know why. For as long as I could remember I was an up front person, only choosing to put on an act for those who held me captive. Three years after the ordeal, I thought I had grown into a pretty well rounded woman. The private jets and exclusive treatment were the only life I knew; both in and out of captivity. Retrieving my card from the waiter and taking out my cell phone, I motioned to the bodyguard that I was ready to leave.

  I dialed Shaun while the chauffeur brought around the car. I chose not to tell him about the letter even though I wanted to. He was coming home early. Excited to practice Camilla’s technique, he had cleared his schedule just for us.

  Our home was luxurious and almost decadent. This was our first purchase as a couple and Shaun insisted that we have an exclusive address; there was no expense to be spared and no indulgence unsatisfied when it came to claiming his rightful place in the higher echelons of society.

  The property was massive and I never remembered how many square feet it comprised of. The ocean was our back yard and I didn’t get to swim often enough. There was a small pool house retrofitted with barbecue grills, mini bars and a miniature spa. The attendants worked every day of the week and made sure my daily massage relaxed me to the point of sleep.

  The main house looked like a large immaculately kept farmhouse; this was what attracted me to it in the first place. Only one floor was at the front of the house, but three stories finished the back. The top floor was the master suite and where I spent most of my time.