Master & Student (The Billionaire's Way) Book 2

by C. T. Sloan

  Desperate for work, 20-year old Sarah Salamuri uses someone else’s resume to land a plum entry-level job at a top Los Angeles Hedge Fund. The charade doesn’t last long. The young woman is called into the office of Hedge Fund billionaire Ryan Peak to answer for her transgressions. Instead of being fired, young Sarah is forced to submit to her hulking alpha male boss and is giving a chance to turn her deceitful ways into a profitable venture.

  Mr. Peak orders young Sarah to seduce and acquire inside information from the rugged gold tycoon, Sir Gerald Lovell. Sarah uses her youthful looks to extract the critical information from the billionaire Aussie. She brings it back to her boss, who rewards her with a non-stop and aggressive sexual romp aboard his Gulfstream jet.

  Now, the young woman has become Mr. Peak’s “Favorite Pet” and his number one “Secret Weapon.” Sarah soon finds herself enroute to Monaco to help her boss target someone more important and more dangerous than some rival billionaire. This time their target is the brutal dictator of a former Soviet Bloc nation.

  President Yurgi Modilak rules the nation of Odastan with an iron fist - executing tens of thousands while keeping billions in oil resources for himself. Mr. Peak is conspiring with the Odastan military to overthrow President Modilak, thereby allowing the powerful American magnate to virtually control the fourth largest oil exporter in the world.

  Sarah’s mission takes her to Monaco where she will have to seduce and control the dictator’s son - the very unstable and psychotic Sergey Modilak, Commander of the Odaston Presidential Guard. The young woman must ensure that the sex and violence crazed Dictator’s son doesn’t learn of Mr. Peak’s plans with the Odastan military.

  “If you succeed, I will reward you with millions of dollars. If you fail, the Dictator’s Son will do horrible and unspeakable things to you before you are mercifully executed,” Mr. Peak warns. Sarah looks her alpha male boss in the eye. Entranced by the fomridable man’s power and drawn to the allure of making untold wealth, the young woman proclaims to Mr. Peak, “Sir, I am prepared to go through hell to bring you heaven on Earth.”

  Master & Student (The Billionaire’s Way)

  By C.T. Sloan

  The following work is for private use only and may not be re-published, all or in part, without express written consent of the publisher.

  Copyright 2012 MC73 Publishing

  Mr. Peak places his hands over my eyes. I do not dare speak. Though we have been together in the most intimate of ways, my boss can pounce and attack with the slightest perceived transgression. I feel the Maybach turning off the Pacific Coast Highway. I know we are headed to my boss’s Malibu Estate. However, I have no idea why he does not want me to see anything just yet.

  The car stops. The door opens and my boss leads me out of the car with his hands over my face. I can feel the ocean breeze on my body. I can’t even begin to tell you how good that feels.

  I feel myself walking over grass. We continue to walk and walk. My feet sink as I step into the soft powder of the Malibu beach sand. I giggle as the sand starts to slip into my shoes. “Behave yourself,” Mr. Peak orders. I obey.

  We keep walking until I feel the sudden cool rush of water on around my ankles. “Ah!” I yelp as I jump into the air. Mr. Peak removes his hands from my eyes and there before me I view the Pacific Ocean.

  I just stare at the water for a moment. Yes, I have seen the ocean during my countless walks on Venice Beach and in Santa Monica. But out here in Malibu, there is a sense of ownership of the water. There are no other people around. I turn around and see my boss standing behind me.

  “You see that view. That’s what it is all about. See the world on your terms,” my boss lectures as he stands back, avoiding the incoming tide. My boss suddenly picks me up and carries me over his broad right shoulder. “Now, it’s time to take my new favorite possession back into my house.”

  I laugh and kiss him on the neck. Then I look up at the house. Fuck! It’s a castle of concrete and glass. The design is masculine and imposing, just like Mr. Peak. I am almost certain that my boss designed that home himself.

  As Mr. Peak climbs the steps to his balcony, he seems to have no problem carrying me like a sack of potatoes. He reaches to the top of the stairs and takes me into his home. Then he tosses me onto one of his vanilla white leather sofas. “Get comfortable,” he says as I spill onto the furniture.

  I collect myself and sit back on the sofa. I look out through the floor to ceiling windows and gaze at the Pacific Ocean. Mr. Peak grabs a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses. Wow. I think my boss is learning to become more of a romantic!

  Mr. Peak pops open the cork and pours himself a glass. Then he hands me a glass and pours me some of that tasty looking red wine. “To yesterday’s victories and tomorrow’s conquest,” Mr. Peak says as he clink our glasses. I take a drink and sit back on the sofa.

  My boss looks at me for a moment and doesn’t say anything. He looks down at my legs. His eyes move up towards my stomach and then my tits. I am thrilled and nervous. This guy is an animal.

  “I want to watch you take a bath,” Mr. Peak says as he begins to remove my clothes. I try to help him get myself naked. He swats my hand away. “I’ll unwrap my little toy myself,” he says. Mr. Peak pulls off my dress. He pulls off my bra and slides down my thong. I sit there naked and shaking slightly from the cool ocean breeze.

  “The cool air is making your nipples hard. I like that,” Mr. Peak says as he leans in to lick my breasts. Mr. Peak stands up and grabs my hand, he leads me upstairs to his master bathroom suite.

  God. I love the way Mr. Peak walks me around like his little slut. We climb up the stairs and arrive at the second floor where the California sunlight bathes my body. My boss takes me to his master suite. He spanks my ass and orders me into the bathroom.

  “Turn on the water and get inside,” he orders. I skip over to this massive jacuzzi tub and fill it with warm water. Mr. Peak is in the master bedroom. I dutifully watch the water rise to near the top of the tub. I turn off the water and step inside.

  The water soothes my body after that five hour flight and forty minute drive from Santa Monica. My boss enters the room fully clothed carrying a chair as well as a small black bag. I wonder what he has planned for me now?

  Mr. Peak sits on the chair and just stares at me. He points at the soap located on a little nearby dish. Oh, I get it. He wants to see me lather up. Well, I’ll be more than happy to accommodate him.

  I grab the soap and tease my billionaire as I rub my body up and down. Mr. Peak seems pleased. He grabs that little black bag and unzips it. “You are certainly learning how to seduce me. Perhaps you will be ready for what I have planned for you next.”

  “Yes?” I ask.

  Mr. Peak pulls out a gun and points it at my head. I scream. He grabs my neck.

  “How do you feel?! How do you feel right now?!”

  “I’m scared!” I yell as tears roll down my cheek.

  Mr. Peak slaps me across the face.

  “Don’t be scared!” he orders.

  I slowly calm down. I wipe the tears from my cheek and try my best to maintain a normal breathing pattern. “You recovered faster than I thought,” my boss says as he puts the gun away and sits back down.

  I look over at the bar of soap, floating in the water. I try to grab the soap but my hands are shaking. Mr. Peak is watching. I try my best to steady my hand and grab the soap. Then I continue to take my bath. This time, I look directly into my boss’s eyes. I want him to know that I am not scared.

  “You handled yourself well with Sir Gerald,” my boss explains as he puts the gun away. He zips up the bag and places it o
n the floor. Then he crosses his legs and watches me continue my bath. “What I have planned next is the ultimate acquisition. It is something I have obsessed about for years. It is something I have delayed out of...,” Mr. Peak says as he measures his words. “...trepidation,” I have a feeling that my boss wanted to say the word “fear” before he caught himself. Good God. If this is something that scared my boss, then what the hell does he have in mind?

  “Are you familiar with the Republic of Odostan?” he asks me.

  “No.”

  “The Republic of Odostan is a former Soviet Bloc nation. After the collapse of the U.S.S.R, Odostan became a failed state. Unlike other former Soviet Bloc nations, Odostan was not able to easily transition from a satellite region to an independent country. In short, chaos reigned. Former Soviet soldiers fought with police officers, criminals and outsiders for control of this oil rich nation. The place became so violent that not even the Russian Republic wanted anything to do with it. So it seemed like Odostan would become another Somalia. Well, that is until a former KGB officer was able to restore order and take control of the country. His name is Yurgi Modilak. Today Yurgi is still the President of Odostan. So, how does one man control a chaotic, oil rich country for over two decades? Simple, he imprisons, tortures and kills his rivals, he intimidates his people and he pays his miliary well. This little formula has kept President Modilak firmly implanted in power for over twenty years. But nothing lasts forever.”

  I listen to my boss spin this yarn and a little lump develops in my throat. Is he actually talking about messing around with a whole other damn country?! This is certainly a step above stealing inside information. My boss lights up a cigar and blows a puff of smoke into the air while he further educates me on this country I never even heard about until now.

  “President Modilak and the Commander of his Army, General Zhukov share a tense alliance. You see, the General has been demanding more than a simple salary from the Dictator. He sees President Modilak siphoning billions from the country while General Zhukov makes a fraction of that amount. The Dictator doesn’t like to share and he is beginning to consider simply having General Zhukov killed and replaced. That’s where I come in. For the past three years, I have been helping General Zhukov embezzle money from the Republic of Odostan’s military budget in return for a ten percent cut of the money. The General has been asking for my help in an overthrow of the country. He would become dictator and I would control the Republic’s finances and more importantly, gain control of Odostan’s vast oil deposits.”

  Now, I am wondering if my boss has lost his mind. Dictators?! Generals?! Overthrow?! What the hell am I getting myself into?! Mr. Peak stands up and walks over to the tub. I do not recoil in fear of offending my master. He grabs my hands and looks me in the eye.

  “In two days, we will fly to Monaco to meet with General Zhukov. We will finalize the plan to remove President Molidak from power,” my boss announces.

  “What would like me to do, Sir?”

  “The Dictator trusts no one. Not even his own General of the Army. That’s why the President always sends his eldest son, Sergey, to watch over the movements of General Zhukov. You, Sarah, will need to seduce, distract and ensure that Serge never knows about the General’s meeting during our time in Monaco.”

  Even though I am scared, I can’t help but feel a little exhilarated.

  “Getting Serge’s attention shouldn’t be too hard. He loves young little things like you. And he has a weakness for gambling, drinking and drugs. Keep Sergey plastered and horny and we’ll be able to get this done without his detection,” Mr. Peak says as he paces around the large master bathroom.

  Yeah, I know, this sounds too easy. I am waiting for the other shoe to drop.

  “Sergey Molidak is the Commander of the President’s Secret Police as well as the President’s Elite ‘Tiger’ Guard. While the 24-year old man is not highly intelligent, nor highly skilled as a soldier, he is extremely unstable, deadly and psychotic. Sergey is known for torturing his own people for fun. He routinely forces members of his entourage to fight to the death. And he has a deviant and violent sexual appetite.” Mr. Peak lets those words hang in the air for a while. He is watching my reaction. I want to remain calm and cool. And what is the best way to show no fear? A simple smile. I continue to wash off my body. My boss sits back and enjoys the show. Deep down inside, I am scared.

  After the shower, we settle down to watch the ocean. I rest my head on my boss’s massive chest. He strokes my hair. While we don’t speak, we are both thinking about the same thing. We are thinking about that trip to Monaco. We are thinking about the opportunities and dangers ahead of us.

  The afternoon turns to evening. We head for dinner at a Malibu restaurant called “Geoffrey's.” I’ve heard of the place and can’t help but get excited at having dinners at places that would cost more than my entire paycheck. For Mr. Peak, however, this dinner is all about business.

  When my boss walks into the restaurant, the female hostess snaps to attention. “How are you this evening, Mr. Peak?”

  “I’m doing fine, Janice.”

  The hostess leads us to the patio. I notice many movie stars and famous folks seated at the patio. Some of them recognize my boss. I try my best to not be a gawker. But damn, with all these Hollywood “A” listers, I feel like I am caught inside a Vanity Fair spread.

  My boss pulls out the chair for me. This catches me completely by surprise. I thank him and sit down. My boss doesn’t look at the menu. His focus is directly, completely and utterly at me.

  “We will be traveling to Monaco in two days. Tomorrow we will be making a little trip so make sure you get a good night’s sleep.”

  “Where are we going, Sir?”

  “I’ll leave it as a surprise.”

  Great. Now, how the heck am I supposed to get a good night’s sleep with this hanging over my head? The wine couldn’t get here fast enough. Even though I am only twenty, no one is about to card Mr. Peak’s date. I get several drinks into me and then I enjoy some grilled chicken, shrimp and roasted potatoes. For dessert, I get one of those fudge brownies with a scoop of vanilla ice cream topped with hot fudge. Mr. Peak opts for a cigar. As I am halfway done with my dessert, my boss takes a spoon and samples it. I think it is so cute. Watching this hulking billionaire munch on a bite of fudge brownie and ice cream seems to bring him down to Earth for a bit.

  We get back to the mansion. My boss leads me up to his master suite. He begins to get undressed. I watch him. Damn, his body is so ripped. When he strips down to his boxers, my boss begins to undress me. And boy, does he like to take control. He pulls off my dress and un-hooks my bra and thong in seconds. Mr. Peak turns me around and spanks my ass. Then he sucks on my nipples. He nibbles me much like he nibbled on that dessert at the restaurant!

  Mr. Peak leads me into the shower. We take turns washing each other’s body. Midway through our shower, my boss becomes completely aroused. I look down between his legs and just see that thick monster. I want to grab it but I’m almost scared of its size.

  “Oh, I gotta fucking do you right now,” my boss says as he grabs me. Mr. Peak picks me up and carries me out of the shower. He carries me to the California King-Sized bed and throws me onto the mattress.

  Mr. Peak reaches into his nightstand and pulls out a long chain and a collar. My boss puts the collar around my neck and attaches the chain to the collar. He puts me on my hands and knees and orders me to put my head down and to put my ass up into the air.

  “How much pain do you think you can handle?” he whispers into my ear.

  “As much as you are willing to give me, Sir.”

  My boss pulls on the chain, snapping my head back. I cry out in pain. Then he snaps the chain on my ass. I moan a little bit. This time, I try to control my emotions.

  “You have to learn to build your tolerance. That is why I am doing this. The more pain you can handle here, the more pain you can handle in the real world.”

  “I
am ready for all the pain you can give me, Mr. Peak.”

  “Right now, there is just one form of pain I want to deliver to you.”

  I feel my boss slowly enter me from behind. He starts to pump me nice and slow. My face turns red. Then he gets into a nice rhythm. He fucks me faster and faster while pulling on that chain.

  I begin to moan. Mr. Peak pulls on the chain, snapping my head back. The harder he fucks me, the harder I moan. The harder I moan, the harder Mr. Peak pulls on the chain. The bed begins to shake. My boss spanks my ass until I cry.

  This feels so good. My boss knows how to hurt me in all the right places. I feel my body ready to explode. I scream as I reach orgasm. Mr. Peak yanks that chain until my head snaps backward. I’ve never cum so hard in my life!

  Mr. Peak knows how to keep his little “Student” satisfied. We hop into the jacuzzi where the big man finishes half a bottle of wine before we go to sleep. I am surprised that he lets me sleep in his bed. Perhaps this relationship is approaching something close to “Normal?” Who knows.