Rapine: Abducted by the Billionaire

by Charlotte Rose

  I increase the pace; lifting and lowering more rapidly, feeling his length fuck me harshly. He reaches up, pulling my neck to him, kissing me forcefully.

  I am moaning loudly into his mouth as I slide up and down his length rapidly, and my thighs quickly begin to burn. I force my thighs to cooperate and continue to ride him. I hear a loud slapping sound every time I slam down on his length as he groans in pleasure.

  He stops kissing me, groaning loudly as I feel him climax inside me, thrusting hard with each hot liquid burst. I squeeze my inside tightly with his every thrust and orgasm shortly after him as I feel his liquid cream up inside me and begin to drip down and out. I collapse onto the couch and he joins me. I lie in his arms and we end up falling asleep on the couch.

  Thursday, 7:15 a.m. I get up feeling quite sore from last night’s rough rendezvous. Both my thighs and insides are sore. I do my leg stretches. I take a warm vanilla and lavender bubble bath.

  After the relaxing bath, I go into my walk-in closet, slip on a black Agent Provocateur bra and panty set and a black Valentino lace sheath dress. I put on some makeup and spritz on Dream de Rachel Elbaz perfume on the sides of my neck.

  I walk into the kitchen and sit at the kitchen island. I flip through the New York Times on my Kindle Fire while sipping on a cup of civet coffee. My phone beeps.

  Tanya: Good morning gorgeous! Our usual spot today?

  Cheryl: Yes honey, I’ll see you there!

  I finish up my coffee, head to my walk-in closet to pick out a pair of heels from my shoe collection of more than one thousand, organized by color. I pick out a pair of black Jimmy Choo pumps and exit the penthouse.

  I take the private elevator down into the lobby. Jeff, the young, twenty-something attractive man who lives in the building greets me as I make my way through the excessively large lobby. He is always throwing me compliments when he sees me. This time is no exception, he throws out a compliment or two as usual, but I’m preoccupied in my mind running through the day’s activities. He waves me goodbye as I exit onto the busy street. My private driver greets me with a tip of his hat, opens up the black Rolls Royce and I slide into the backseat.

  My private driver drops me off at Norma’s. Tanya is there, and Yula hasn’t arrived yet. I take a seat beside Tanya, and we start chatting. She mentions something about a getaway to St. Martin that her husband planned. That rings a bell in my mind and reminds me to confirm all the details for my honeymoon with Derek in Jamaica.

  Yula arrives, takes a seat across from us, and we order. Yula orders eggs florentine, I order fruit-filled crêpes, and Tanya orders flat crab cakes.

  Yula tells us about her busy schedule for the day filled with endless health and beauty appointments and that her husband is going away for the weekend, leaving her alone, and how much she hates when he goes away on his business trips.

  Then I can’t take it any longer and I blurt out, “Does sex ever feel like a chore for you ladies?”

  Yula immediately blurts out, “Yeah, of course.”

  Tanya remains silent.

  Yula adds, “Sex is not supposed to be that much fun for women as it is for men.” She is probing Tanya for a reply.

  Tanya glances at me and then at Yula. “Sex is not boring or unpleasurable if it’s with an experienced man.”

  “So what you’re saying is that my man is not experienced?” Yula asks, annoyance evident in her voice.

  “Uh no, that’s not what I am saying. I think some men just don’t care much about pleasing their women in bed because they already please their women financially.”

  Yula smirks. “I think some women just don’t enjoy sex as much. We women are wired to want money and romance, not fucking and sucking.”

  “Well, some women can enjoy sex as well.” Tanya replies, putting an end to our conversation.

  We finish off breakfast, and Tanya runs off to her daily appointments.

  “Sex becomes a chore after a while, especially with a wealthy man,” Yula tells me.

  “I agree. Derek is insatiable and to tell you the truth, maybe Tanya is right, Derek just isn’t that focused on pleasing me in bed. It’s all about his pleasure, not so much mine.”

  “Well, that’s the price we women have to pay for a great lifestyle,” responds Yula matter-of-factly.

  “I agree.”

  We both take a last sip of our white tea and part ways.

  My private driver takes me to the gym. I do a two-hour cardio session with my personal trainer. Then, I go to the spa for a detoxifying massage, a body wrap, and a pedicure.

  The private driver drops me off home, and after a long day of running around Manhattan all to maintain myself for Derek, I finally have some quiet time for myself.

  I spend a few hours doing some painting in the beautiful art room Derek set up for me, which I very rarely have time to use. The art room has a floor-to-ceiling view of Central Park and has all my abstract paintings spread about on the wall.

  It’s 9:55 PM, and I complete the painting that I started a few months ago. It is a somewhat abstract painting of the water canals of Venice that I copied from a photo I took a while back while in Italy. I used mostly bright blues, yellows, and reds, instead of the colors seen in the photo.

  Derek enters the art room just as I am cleaning up. He walks up to my completed painting and admires it quietly for a few minutes. “Lovely. It’s one of my favorites. I’d like to put it up in the living room.”

  “Really, that would be great honey.” I am shocked and delighted.

  “I will get the maid to put it up tomorrow.” He walks out of the room.

  I finish cleaning up, take a shower, and then apply Sisleÿa Anti-Aging Concentrate all over my face and body.

  I change into a pale pink floral embroidered bustier and panties by Victoria’s Secret. I spritz on some Chanel Coco Mademoiselle on the side of my neck and on my wrists and walk through the penthouse looking for Derek. I check the living room, bedroom, and find him in his home office on his Luvaglio laptop. He looks up when he notices me entering.

  “I’ve missed you.” I tell him sweetly.

  He maintains his serious expression. “I’ve got a few things to do, I’ll be up for a while, why don’t you go to bed without me for now.” Without another word, he looks back at his laptop and continues doing whatever he was doing.

  That’s a first. I don’t know if to panic or to be excited that I get to skip a night of rough sex with him.

  I let him be, head to the bedroom to lay myself to sleep.

  I wake up at 7:54 a.m. on Friday. I go to breakfast with my girlfriends at a chic French spot and have some fruit, French toast, and enjoy a glass of champagne. What a great buzz champagne gives first thing in the morning.

  After chatting the morning away with my friends, I head to my first appointment for the day. My dentist thoroughly cleans my teeth and discusses her husband’s infidelity, openly and with no shame. In my opinion, that is way too much information, regardless of how long I’ve known her, which spans about eight years now.

  I go for a two-hour Pilates class, and then spend the rest of the day going from appointment to appointment; from health treatments, to cosmetic injections, to hair removal, to spa therapies.

  I arrive home after a long day of appointments. Derek calls me to let me know he will be hiring a private chef at our penthouse for dinner this evening. A night in. That should be nice.

  I shower and then style my hair smooth, straight, and shiny. I put on a silk red draped dress by Giambattista Valli and red lipstick. I apply Derek’s favorite perfume.

  Derek comes home shortly after I have gotten ready and prepares himself for dinner in the privacy of his walk-in closet while I sit in the living room, sipping on a glass of wine and sampling some bit-sized appetizers the private chef has prepared as I listen to smooth jazz.

  When Derek emerges looking razor-sharp in a black suit by Armani, we take a seat at our excessively large white dining table in our grande dining room ove
rlooking Central Park. Our private chef makes us a five-course dinner of oysters, filet mignon, stuffed lobster, venison, and truffles.

  I am impressed with how this chef presents his colorful creations on large, rectangular, and square white plates making each dish look more like an abstract painting and not food. Derek dismisses the chef as soon as we have finished our meal.

  Once the chef is out the door, Derek says, “Now, I’ve wanted to discuss an important matter with you for a while. First of all…the wedding is drawing closer…and very soon you will be my wife. I want to know that you are 100% honest and committed to me.”

  I quickly respond, “Of course honey, I really love you. I am 100% committed to you and I’ve been honest with you from the day we met.”

  Derek nods his head. “Good. Now I also want to discuss another important matter with you.” He takes a sip of his champagne, and continues, “Well as you know I’ve been quite busy. I have a few affairs to sort here in New York but after that I’m planning on taking a few years off.” He takes another sip of his champagne. “You know, I’ve worked very hard all my life to achieve what I have achieved. I’d like for us to do some traveling. It’s something I always wanted to do, but never had the time to do. I’ve done quite a bit of traveling for business but I haven’t had the chance to truly explore some of the world’s countries.”

  He pull out his electronic notepad from his inside suit pocket and continues, “I have a list of countries I’d like to visit. I’d like you to take a look and tell me what you think.” He reaches over and hands me his electronic notepad and I begin to browse the list of countries he has written down. Wow, the list is huge. I skim through the list:

  1. Akrotiri

  2. Albania

  3. American Samoa

  4. Andorra

  5. Anguilla

  6. Antarctica

  7. Antigua and Barbuda

  8. Argentina

  9. Armenia

  10. Aruba

  11. Ashmore and Cartier Islands

  12. Australia

  13. Austria

  14. Azerbaijan

  15. Bahamas

  16. Bahrain

  17. Bangladesh

  18. Barbados

  19. Bassas da India

  20. Belarus

  21. Belgium

  22. Belize

  23. Benin

  24. Bermuda

  25. Bhutan

  26. Bolivia

  27. Bosnia and Herzegovina

  28. Botswana

  29. Brazil

  30. British Indian Ocean Territory

  31. British Virgin Islands

  32. Brunei

  33. Bulgaria

  34. Burma

  35. Cambodia

  36. Cameroon

  37. Canada

  38. Cape Verde

  39. Cayman Islands

  40. Chile

  41. China

  42. Christmas Island

  43. Clipperton Island

  44. Cocos (Keeling) Islands

  45. Colombia

  46. Comoros

  47. Cook Islands

  48. Coral Sea Islands

  49. Costa Rica

  50. Croatia

  51. Cuba

  52. Cyprus

  53. Czech Republic

  54. Denmark

  55. Dhekelia

  56. Dominica

  57. Dominican Republic

  58. Ecuador

  59. Egypt

  60. El Salvador

  61. Estonia

  62. Ethiopia

  63. Europa Island

  64. Falkland Islands (Islas Malvinas)

  65. Faroe Islands

  66. Fiji

  67. Finland

  68. France

  69. French Guiana

  70. French Polynesia

  71. French Southern and Antarctic Lands

  72. Georgia

  73. Germany

  74. Gibraltar

  75. Glorioso Islands

  76. Greece

  77. Greenland

  78. Grenada

  79. Guadeloupe

  80. Guam

  81. Guatemala

  82. Guernsey

  83. Guinea

  84. Guyana

  85. Haiti

  86. Heard Island and McDonald Islands

  87. Holy See (Vatican City)

  88. Honduras

  89. Hong Kong

  90. Hungary

  91. Iceland

  92. India

  93. Indonesia

  94. Iran

  95. Ireland

  96. Isle of Man

  97. Israel

  98. Italy

  99. Jamaica

  100. Jan Mayen

  101. Japan

  102. Jersey

  103. Jordan

  104. Jordan

  105. Kazakhstan

  106. Kenya

  107. Kiribati

  108. Korea, North

  109. Korea, South

  110. Kuwait

  111. Kyrgyzstan

  112. Laos

  113. Latvia

  114. Lebanon

  115. Lesotho

  116. Liberia

  117. Libya

  118. Liechtenstein

  119. Lithuania

  120. Luxembourg

  121. Macau

  122. Macedonia

  123. Madagascar

  124. Malawi

  125. Malaysia

  126. Maldives

  127. Mali

  128. Malta

  129. Marshall Islands

  130. Martinique

  131. Mauritania

  132. Mauritius

  133. Mayotte

  134. Mexico

  135. Micronesia

  136. Moldova

  137. Monaco

  138. Mongolia

  139. Montserrat

  140. Morocco

  141. Mozambique

  142. Namibia

  143. Nauru

  144. Nepal

  145. Netherlands

  146. Netherlands Antilles

  147. New Caledonia

  148. New Zealand

  149. Nicaragua

  150. Niue

  151. Norfolk Island

  152. Northern Mariana Islands

  153. Norway

  154. Oman

  155. Pakistan

  156. Palau

  157. Panama

  158. Papua New Guinea

  159. Paraguay

  160. Peru

  161. Philippines

  162. Pitcairn Islands

  163. Poland

  164. Portugal

  165. Puerto Rico

  166. Qatar

  167. Reunion

  168. Romania

  169. Russia

  170. Saint Helena

  171. Saint Kitts and Nevis

  172. Saint Lucia

  173. Saint Pierre and Miquelon

  174. Saint Vincent and the Grenadines

  175. Samoa

  176. San Marino

  177. Sao Tome and Principe

  178. Saudi Arabia

  179. Senegal

  180. Serbia and Montenegro

  181. Seychelles

  182. Singapore

  183. Slovakia

  184. Slovenia

  185. Solomon Islands

  186. Somalia

  187. South Africa

  188. South Georgia and South Sandwich Islands

  189. Spain

  190. Spratly Islands

  191. Sri Lanka

  192. Sweden

  193. Switzerland

  194. Syria

  195. Taiwan

  196. Tajikistan

  197. Tanzania

  198. Thailand

  199. Timor-Leste

  200. Togo

  201. Tokelau

  202. Tonga

  203. Trinidad and Tobago

  204. Tunisia

  205. Turkey

  206. Turkmenistan

  207.
Turks and Caicos Islands

  208. Tuvalu

  209. Ukraine

  210. United Arab Emirates

  211. United Kingdom

  212. Uruguay

  213. Uzbekistan

  214. Vanuatu

  215. Venezuela

  216. Vietnam

  217. Virgin Islands

  218. Wake Island

  219. Wallis and Futuna

  220. Yemen

  “There are 257 countries in the world, and I’d just like to visit 220 of them,” Derek says and then looks inquisitively at me.

  I try to form a reply, as I am still looking down at the electronic notepad my eyes skimming the list over and over again, “I don’t know what to say.” I peer up at him. “This came out of nowhere, I had no idea you were interested in traveling for so long. I just thought that after we got married we would continue our life here in New York and…I don’t know…maybe start a family?” I managed to ask.

  “Of course, darling, there’s plenty of time for that,” Derek says quickly. “It’s only for a few years, I was thinking of spending about one or two months in each place on that list.”

  I can’t believe he is bringing this up now. It just came out of nowhere and right before the wedding! I manage to form another question. “Just for a few years and then you’d like to settle down?”

  Derek smiles at me and says, “Yes darling, that’s all, and then we can settle down if you like.”

  CHAPTER THREE

  I wake up at 8:15 a.m. on Saturday. I meet Tanya and Yula for breakfast at Sarabeth’s. They are already waiting for me. We kiss and hug, sit down, order, and after the waiter has left.

  “Derek doesn’t want to have kids! Well…at least not right now,” I blurt out. I drop my head, and let a few tears run down my face. “He wants to travel the world full-time for a few years.”

  “Aww honey...don’t worry about it,” says Tanya in a soft, comforting tone. “My husband doesn’t want to have kids right now either. He’s very busy with work. And wealthy men, that’s what they do, they like to travel.”

  I look up at Tanya and back down at my hands neatly folded on my lap.

  “I’m pregnant,” blurts out Yula.

  “What? OMG. Really?” squeals Tanya. “And when did you plan on telling us? When did you find out? How many months are you?” Tanya asks excitedly. Tanya completely forgets about my malediction.

  My heart sinks, and I get a large, painful lump in my throat. I excuse myself and scurry away into the lady’s room. I quickly grab some napkins and begin wiping away my now streaming tears. Thought after thought comes flooding through my mind. I thought Derek and I were going to settle down and have children…My family and friends are here in New York…It’s like he just wants to uproot me and take me around the world…I don’t want to travel…I don’t want to go…Is Derek having a mid-life crisis?