Betting on the Billionaire in Lockdown

by Ivy Nelson

  “What’s keeping you in Vegas?” she asked.

  “I would rather not discuss business with you.”

  “Sorry,” she muttered. She didn’t like the idea of just being a good time to him, but she had to remember that’s exactly what she was, and she was doing this to better her family’s life. Not that she thought they deserved it. But they were family and she wouldn’t abandon them in their time of need.

  “Hey, I wasn’t trying to upset you, Ace. I just talk business all day long and there’s no need for me to bore you with my work. Not when there are more exciting things to get up to.”

  She shook her head. “It’s fine. I just internalize things I shouldn’t. What’s for dessert?” she asked with a grin.

  He chuckled. “I’m sure I can come up with something. Finished?” he asked as he stood to carry his empty plate to the sink.

  “Yes, Sir,” she murmured, hoping he would take her back to bed.

  Instead of bed, he led her upstairs to another of the many rooms. It was still set up with bondage furniture and other toys.

  “When the cleaning staff was tearing the party equipment down, I had them set this room up for us.”

  She frowned. “You were that sure you were going to win against me huh?”

  “Hopeful, Ace. I was that hopeful.”

  He winked and tugged at the belt of her robe.

  “You have choices.”

  “I’m all ears,” she said with a grin.

  “Punishment first, reward first, or do you want to combine the two?”

  She shrugged. “I’m not sure. Can I know what they are yet? It might affect my decision?”

  He looked toward the ceiling. “Hmmm. That seems like it would tip my hand, Ace. That’s hardly fair.”

  “But I don’t even have a hand in this metaphor.”

  He laughed. “Fair enough. The rewards will obviously include orgasms. The punishments will be a bit more creative, but I don’t think you’ll hate them. We’ll call them funishments.”

  She giggled. “I like that word. I guess we can combine the two.”

  He stepped so he was behind her. His hands rested on her silk covered shoulders and slid the material down her arms until she was naked again.

  “Go stand in front of the cross with your back to it.” He pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

  When she was in place, he strapped her to the cross much like he’d done the previous evening. Had that really been just last night? It felt like forever ago.

  “Three rewards mean three orgasms. Since we’re combining the rewards and punishments, three punishments mean three things that might make it harder for you to reach those orgasms.”

  She frowned. “I thought you said I wouldn’t hate my punishments.”

  He tapped a finger to her nose. “Hush or I’ll gag you.”

  He crossed the room and opened a small cabinet door. A digital panel was there and after pressing a few buttons, the lights dimmed, and soft music was piped in through speakers in the ceiling.

  He moved to a chest of drawers in the corner and opened it up. With his back to her, he seemed to be contemplating what to torture her with.

  He shoved several small items into his pocket and turned around. “Let’s begin, shall we?”

  When he stood in front of her, he lifted a hand and let one thumb graze her nipple.

  “Such a pretty girl,” he murmured as he reached into his pocket.

  Nipple clamps on a chain dangled from his fingers. “Punishment number one,” he said with a wink. He held one nipple between his finger and thumb and pinched until she winced. He opened the clamp on one end of the chain and placed it around her nipple.

  She cried out as he let it close. Then the bastard tightened it until she was seeing stars. Fuck, that hurt. He repeated the process with the second clamp, and she had to squeeze back tears.

  “Reward one,” he murmured as she writhed against the smooth varnished wood of the cross. His hand came to rest between her thighs, and he slid a finger inside her slick pussy. The pain in her nipples was still at the forefront of her mind though and she wasn’t sure how she would reach orgasm. When he slid a second finger in and began to gently stroke her inside, the pain dulled. Then he touched her clit with his thumb, and she knew she would be on the brink of pleasure soon.

  “Come for me, Ace,” he said as he brushed her clit with his thumb with more pressure this time. It took a few minutes, but soon the pain in her nipples was just a dull warm sensation and an orgasm rolled through her.

  “Fuck,” she cried as he pulled his hand away.

  He pulled something from his pocket and soon the music changed to a stock exchange report. The item in his hand was a remote that controlled the system and he used it to turn the volume up to an obnoxious level. “Punishment two,” he said with a grin. “Let’s see if you can come while that’s playing.”

  He reached up and released her hands. “And you get to make yourself come for reward number two. Get busy,” he ordered as he leaned against a spanking bench that sat opposite the cross.”

  She narrowed her eyes at him. “This is ridiculous.”

  He just shrugged. “I can take one of your rewards away if you want to move on.”

  She sighed. “What’s the point of this little exercise?”

  He leaned forward and tugged on her nipple chain sending electricity through her nipples. “The point is that I want to watch you come, and as my sub you should be able to make that happen no matter what’s going on around you, so get those fingers busy and come.”

  She closed her eyes and let a hand drift between her legs. “I’m sorry,” she muttered. “I wasn’t trying to argue with you.”

  “It’s OK, Ace. Just be a good girl and come for me.”

  After several minutes of massaging her clit, it just didn’t seem like an orgasm was going to happen as the news anchor droned on about stocks and other drivel she cared nothing about.

  “I’m gonna need some help,” she whimpered, hating the idea of failing.

  He smiled. “All you had to do was ask, Ace.” He stepped closer to her, pressing his body against hers. “Keep playing with that gorgeous cunt,” he murmured as he leaned down and peppered her neck with kisses.

  With his body against hers and his mouth on her skin, she was able to drown out the annoying sounds coming from the speaker system, and she was soon trembling as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through her. As she came down from the last wave, she noticed he’d switched the audio back to the soothing music.

  He pulled another chain from his pocket. A small tweezer style clamp dangled from the end of it.

  He attached the free end to the center of the chain between her nipples. The tweezer went exactly where she feared it would. Thankfully, it wasn’t terribly tight as he settled it around her engorged clit. However, the chain was short which meant in order for the third clamp to reach her clit, it had to pull tightly on the clamps attached to her nipples.

  “FUCK,” she cried as lightning bolts went through her nipples again.

  “Nipples or clit?” he asked as he ran a hand soothingly down her arm as if he weren’t the one causing her pain.

  “Nipples, Jesus fuck.”

  “Maybe this will make it better,” he murmured. A low hum sounded in her ears and soon a vibrating sensation landed on her clit. The tweezer clamp exposed her clit in a way she wasn’t prepared for, and she soon forgot about the pain in her nipples as she squirmed away from the intense sensation.

  “No, no naughty girl. You don’t try to get away from the things I give you. Now you have to give me an extra orgasm,” he said as he flipped the vibrator up to high.

  The orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, and she screamed as the pleasure rolled through her. She begged him to take the vibrator away, but he ignored her pleas.

  “You owe me one more,” he said as he leaned in close and sank his teeth into her neck. The fourth orgasm seemed to shatter her as it blasted through her system. She fe
lt moisture on her cheeks and realized they were tears.

  Her body seemed to convulse for several minutes after he pulled the vibrator away and it clattered to the floor.

  The pain as he removed her nipple clamps barely registered. His movements were quick and efficient as he freed her from the restraints and lifted her into his arms. He carried her down the hall to his room and sat her on the bed where he laid with her, his hand running up and down her back as she came down from her high.

  When she was coherent, he stood and stripped his own clothes off before rolling on a condom. Soon she was in the throes of a final orgasm as he fucked her hard and fast. When they finished and cleaned up, it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep with her back to his bare chest.

  8

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  “Mr. Foster, from now until your trial, you are hereby ordered to stay on this property. Our sensors will detect whether you are obeying these orders. If they are not adhered to, you will be remanded to the county jail. Do you have any questions?”

  Memphis forced himself not to scowl too harshly at the officer who was explaining the details of his house arrest.

  “I think it’s all pretty clear. Thank you, officer. And I’ll be permitted to attend weekly meetings at my attorney’s office and any court dates added to the schedule, correct?”

  The officer nodded. “Correct. It’s our understanding that you have a female companion living here as well. Her movements will not be monitored in any way, but I would advise you not to use her to bring contraband into the home. While you are on house arrest, all drugs and alcohol are forbidden. Because pretrial house arrest is not as stringent, we will not be continuously monitoring for those substances, but your assigned officer could show up at any moment and drug test you or ask you to breathe into a breathalyzer. Again, any infractions will land you in jail until your trial”

  He only half listened as the officer explained the ins and outs of house arrest and how his case was special because of his willingness to have a chip implanted. In some ways, that was working in his favor because it was allowing the department to test whether or not such a device was workable for other criminals sentenced to house arrest.

  On the other hand, organizations like the ACLU might have a field day if they got wind of how he was being monitored. People were weird about chips.

  He’d slipped out of bed early this morning to go for a long run through the neighborhood. His last for a few weeks at least. He just hoped this house arrest didn’t end with him in prison for twenty years. Which is exactly what would happen if he didn’t figure out who screwed him over.

  The officer finished his spiel and demonstrated the tracking system. He also left a large stack of documents for him to read about house arrest and the fees he would be assessed for the city of Las Vegas to monitor him.

  He flipped through the stack and carried it upstairs to the room he’d designated as his office. There had been much haranguing on his attorney’s part that allowed him to be able to continue working since it was essentially his business practices that were on trial. But after Jeremy’s impassioned plea peppered with numerous reminders that innocent until proven guilty was still a thing in this country, the judge had finally given in to the requests they were making. Bail should have never been revoked in the first place.

  When the officer was gone, he paced his office and wondered just how much he should tell Rylee. According to his attorney, she should have known everything from the beginning, but it hadn’t been a simple thing to work into conversation. Not when every interaction they’d had so far had been extremely sexual.

  Movement down the hall caught his attention and he knew she was awake and would be looking for him soon. He was glad she’d slept through the morning activity but had told her people would be around to set up a new security system just in case she woke up and wandered what was happening. Why was he trying so hard to keep his predicament from her?

  He dragged a hand through his hair and sent a text to his attorney to meet him back at the house in an hour. Jeremy had been there at the beginning when they’d set up the sensors and implanted the small chip but had left for another appointment before the officers left.

  Rolling up his sleeves, he made his way to the bedroom he’d slept with Rylee in.

  She was pulling on her robe when he pushed the door open. There was lust in her eyes when she turned and let it fall to the floor again.

  “Mmm. Good girl. I would love to play but I have work meetings all morning. I just wanted to come say good morning before I got started.”

  She seemed disappointed but made no move to put her robe back on. He closed the distance between them. His mouth closed over hers and he let his hand fist into her already disheveled hair.

  “Good morning, Ace. There should be pretty much anything you want in the kitchen for breakfast.”

  “Thank you,” she murmured as her fingers danced on her swollen lips. “What should I do after breakfast?” she asked.

  He smiled. “I’m sure you can find ways to entertain yourself in this house. You have free rein. Just stay out of my office if I’m in a meeting.”

  She nodded. “OK.”

  He frowned and shook his head. “Turn around and bend over the desk.”

  Her mouth dropped open, but she obeyed.

  Her ass was a pale, empty canvas and he couldn’t wait to paint it red. That would have to come another time, though. For now, he placated himself with three harsh swats to each cheek before thrusting two fingers in her already soaked pussy.

  “How do you address me, sub?” he asked as he pumped in and out of her.

  She moaned and didn’t respond, so he landed six more swats and plunged into her again.

  “Answer me, sub, or I’ll get my hairbrush and give you a real spanking.”

  “Sir, I call you Sir,” she whimpered as he continued finger fucking her.

  “Better,” he said, pulling his fingers free. With his left hand he took her by the elbow and helped her raise up. When she faced him, he shoved the two fingers he’d fingered her with into her mouth.

  “Clean my fingers, sub,” he said. She obediently sucked all of her juices from his hand. He pulled free of her mouth and pressed a kiss to her lips again.

  “I’ll be keeping track of how many times you forget to call me Sir today. We’ll talk about what happens when it’s time for bed.”

  She nodded, followed by a whispered, “Yes, Sir,” when he narrowed his eyes and scowled.

  When his attorney arrived an hour later with a stack of boxes, he knew it was going to be an interminable day. Hopefully, Rylee would be OK without him and wouldn’t start to regret her decision to stay with him for the next month.

  Her body was a welcome distraction from his plight, but he had no desire to bore her.

  “How close are your accountants to finishing your internal audit?” the attorney asked as he unpacked boxes on the coffee table in his office.

  Memphis scowled. “They’re supposed to have a report to me by end of business today. I’ve also asked an independent forensic accountant to go over everything, but they just got started so it could be a week or more before we hear anything from them. I paid a lot to get bumped to the top of their list.

  “OK, that’s good. You make a decision on looking into your executive board’s financials?”

  Memphis leaned on his desk and watched his attorney work. “I really don’t want to, but if we’re not getting anywhere with the company records, I guess we have to. You really think someone on my own board is screwing me?”

  Jeremy shrugged. “It seems like the only reasonable explanation to me. If it’s not one of them, it has to be you. And you’re adamant you had nothing to do with it.”

  Memphis smacked his palm into the desk, causing Jeremy to jump. “I didn’t, and I’m tired of you making snide remarks about my insistence that I am not guilty.”

  Jeremy raised his hands in the air. “Whoa, Memphis. I’m not implying anythi
ng. I’m just giving it to you the way a jury is going to hear it. No matter what we present, that’s what the jury will see. It’s one of them or it’s you. Our job is to provide them with someone else to blame and since you won’t let me go after the people who had their money lost, I have to look to your board. That’s the only option we have for your defense at this point.”

  Memphis sighed. “I’m sorry, you’re right. Yes. Let’s start digging. Collin and Evan are on the approved visitor list to come and visit with me so if we can get them out of the way first that would be great.”

  Jeremy nodded. “It will all be done quietly. Now, we need to start digging through all of this. Some of it is stuff the prosecution sent us. Some of it is business records I requested. I’ve got three paralegals going through another stack as big as this. The amount of information the prosecution sent over tells me they have a weak case and are trying to bury us in decoys so we can’t find the meat of what they plan to present.”

  Memphis folded his arms as Jeremy opened a box and lifted it onto his desk.

  “Pay a dozen paralegals to work around the clock if you have to. You know I’m good for it.”

  Jeremy nodded. “Start working.”

  Memphis scowled, but that’s what he got for insisting that he be deeply involved in his own defense. He got to spend the day pouring over company e-mails looking for a rat.

  When lunch rolled around, he kicked his attorney out and went in search of Rylee.

  She was hunched over her laptop and from the looks of it, she was studying spreadsheets.

  “Everything OK?” he asked, placing a hand on her shoulder from behind.

  She nodded. “Yeah. Just some financial stuff for my family.”

  He pulled out a pen and mini notebook he’d stashed in his pocket earlier and made a tally mark. She didn’t even notice. He smirked and stuck the items back in his shirt pocket.

  “How are your skills in the kitchen?” he asked as he fisted his hand into her hair.

  Her hands fell from the keys of her laptop to the belt on her robe and she slipped it off as he tugged.