Rapine: Abducted by the Billionaire

by Charlotte Rose

  “Shh,” he silences me, lifting his finger to his lips.

  There is a moment of chilly silence between us.

  “You did not think to obtain my permission beforehand?” he asks mildly.

  “What?” I ask, puzzled. I peer up at him and he is gazing at me with a clenched jowl.

  “You simply informed me you were going out with your friends but without asking my permission.”

  I gape at him. So this is what it’s all about.

  “I want you to ask me before going out after 8:00 p.m. This is your curfew.”

  “Okay,” I whisper. “I understand.”

  “Get undressed, you’re going to make it up to me.”

  I thought I already made it up last night? I do as he says and stand before him naked. He approaches me and runs his hands along my body. He kisses my breasts and my stomach.

  He pushes me to the side of the bed and bends me over. “Something different today,” he whispers. I hear a click of a bottle behind me and he massages a liquid on my…oh my God there. I’ve never done that before.

  “I don’t know if I can do this,” I murmur to Derek.

  “Shh,” he whispers. He continues to slide his fingers there, adding more lubrication and massaging me gently. Then, he slides his length inside me. He begins to move. This is punishment sex. He continues moving inside me while holding a tight grip on my waist and I feel stretched and penetrated to the hilt.

  After a while it starts to feel agreeable. He is thrusting his hips forward and backward, fucking me with long hard strokes. “You feel so good,” he growls with each deep inward thrust.

  He roars with each raw, deep, stabbing thrust and it’s such an electrifying feeling being fucked beyond my comfort zone. He picks up the pace, slapping wildly against my behind.

  Suddenly he stills and climaxes inside me. He releases his grip on me and moves away. I feel so tender there. He grabs my hand and leads me into the washroom.

  The large tub is already full for a bath.

  “It will help with the pain,” he whispers.

  I get in and sink into the warm water. It burns at first and then I relax. He gets in behind me and straddles me, wrapping his arms around me.

  “Now, I forgive you,” he whispers into my ear. We sit silently in the tub until the water starts to get cold.

  We get out, towel dry ourselves, get into bed, and fall asleep in each other’s arms.

  Friday, 8:21 a.m. I get up and do leg stretches. I take a shower with Decleor shower gel and then apply Pomega5 cream on my face and body.

  I go into the kitchen and down a health smoothie. Yula sends me a text notifying me we will be meeting at Balthazar for breakfast.

  I arrive earlier, and the girls are still not there. I am seated and look through the menu. Tanya and Yula join me shortly. I order a buckwheat crepe, Yula orders hazelnut waffles, and Tanya orders French toast. We all order grapefruit juice. Our breakfast is served and we nibble at it.

  “Have you ladies ever experienced punishment sex?” I ask them, while taking a sip of juice.

  “Yes all the time,” Tanya smiles. “It’s the best type of sex.”

  Yula giggles. “Once or twice before, but I prefer vanilla sex.”

  “It’s not sex if it’s vanilla,” Tanya states. “There has to be some extra flavor to it, to make it fun.”

  “What flavor of sex do you like?” I ask Tanya.

  “I like a variety of different flavors,” Tanya smiles. “I’m a Gemini, and this is what we’re known for, we like variety.”

  “Well, anyways, Derek says I can’t go out past 8:00 p.m. without his permission.”

  “But we need a girls night out,” Yula whines.

  “He’ll get over it eventually. I’m sure he needs his boy’s night out as well,” Yula says while taking a sip of juice.

  “So what should we do tonight if we can’t go out past 8:00 p.m.?”

  “I have an idea,” Tanya says brightly. “Let’s go for wine and cheese. We haven’t done that in a while.”

  “Yes,” I respond.

  “What time?” Yula asks.

  “Let’s make it 6:30, so Cheryl doesn’t break her curfew.” Tanya giggles.

  We finish up breakfast and part ways, heading to our various appointments. My private driver takes me to the gym, the spa, and to Patients Medical wellness center for a one-to-one therapeutic yoga session, anti-aging IV Therapy, and a shot of Botox.

  I come home at 6:00 p.m., and change into an appropriate outfit for the evening. I put on a black Versace lace-knit dress and black Louboutin pumps. I fix up my makeup and hair, grab my Alexander McQueen Swarovski crystal clutch and I’m out the door. In the lobby I bump into Jeff, the guy who lives in the building. He halts in front of me and smiles broadly.

  “You look lovely as usual.”

  “Thank you,” I smile and take a step to leave.

  “Wait,” he says softly, “May I interest you in dinner next week?”

  “Thank you for the offer, but I…”

  “Listen, I’ve seen you several times, and I never had the courage to ask you out. You are incredibly gorgeous, and I would show you a good time if you went out with me.” I examine him closely. He has a model-like face, green eyes, dirty blond hair, and dimples. He radiates genuine kindness and I definitely would take his offer if I weren’t with Derek.

  “How do I say this?” I say gently. “I appreciate the offer, but I’m taken.” I lift up my hand, flashing my ring in his face, and watch as his smile fades, morphing into deep disappointment.

  “I understand,” he says sadly. A minute of silence follows and finally he says, “Your man is a lucky man.”

  I smile, feeling flattered, and then I trot out of the lobby. Why are there so many attractive men flocking to me recently?

  My private driver takes me to Casellula Cheese and Wine Café and Tanya and Yula are already seated and waiting for me. We order wine and cheese pairings.

  “Another day, another guy chasing after me.” I sigh.

  “What happened?” Yula asks, wide-eyed. Tanya and Yula both examine me.

  “This guy in the building I live in asked me out, and I had to flash him my ring.”

  “Was he cute at least?” Tanya asks.

  “He was a young model-type,” I answer.

  Our wine and cheese arrives and we begin sampling.

  “It’s hard being beautiful isn’t it?” Tanya giggles.

  We spend the rest of our time chatting about the men we encounter on the streets of New York. At 7:45 p.m., I leave and make it home just in time. Derek calls me at exactly 8:00 p.m.

  “You’re home?” He asks.

  “Yes honey,” I whisper.

  “Good, I’ll see you soon.” He hangs up.

  I’m left waiting around for Derek, not sure what time he will arrive home. I pour myself a glass of wine and turn on the television. A baby commercial plays and I’m reminded of my desire for a puppy.

  I watch a fashion show before Derek comes in at 8:47 p.m. I swiftly come over to greet him as enters the living room. I peck him on the cheek. He smiles warmly and hugs me tightly. I think now is a good time to ask him.

  I draw a breath, gradually gaining my courage as I am in his embrace and then hold him at arm’s length as I begin my plea.

  “Darling, would you mind if we got a dog?” I ask in a sugary-sweet voice.

  He gazes at me with a bemused expression.

  “Why do you need a dog?” he asks harshly.

  “I want something cute to take care of.” I peer up at him.

  He considers this for a moment and then says, “As you wish darling, I can’t say no to you. Just tell me where to buy one.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Sunday, 8:46 a.m. Derek and I get showered, dressed, and then our private driver takes us to breakfast at the Four Seasons. Then, we go to a Broadway show, have lunch, and come home. Derek has hired two masseuses to give us a two-hour couple’s massage, which I relish,
falling asleep during the entire procedure.

  After the massage, we have some tea and lounge in the living room.

  “Darling, I’ll be back, I just need to make an important call.”

  Derek comes back within minutes holding a small pink box and hands it to me.

  I open the box and peer inside. A super tiny, white ball of fur with beady black eyes stares back at me. “Honey!” I squeak. I gently pull the puppy out.

  “It’s a girl,” Derek informs me. “She doesn’t have a name yet.”

  “Oh honey, I love her!” I squeal. “You really spoil me.”

  He smiles, looking satisfied with himself. He hands me two more boxes, and I place the puppy on the couch as I open the boxes eagerly.

  I pull out a gorgeous white diamond dog collar and a Louis Vuitton dog bag from the other box.

  “Oh my God honey!” I squeak. “Thank you.” I peck Derek on the lips then put the collar on the tiny puppy. I pick her up and admire her as she tries to give me kisses on my chin. I place her in the palm of my hand and pet her with my other hand. “She’s so tiny!” I squeak.

  “Just what you wanted,” Derek says proudly and grins.

  “She’s perfect honey.” I smile as the puppy licks my fingers.

  Monday, 8:56 a.m. I wake up to the feeling of soft wet kisses all over my face. I blink my eyes open and look into the cute little face of my puppy. She stares at me with expectation. She must be hungry. I go into the kitchen and feed her the Paw Naturaw dog food Derek got for her.

  I take a shower. Afterward, I go into my walk-in closet, slip on an Agent Provocateur chiffon and lace bra and panty and a white Escada demeler dress. I put on makeup and spritz on Jean Patou’s Joy perfume.

  I go back into the kitchen and my little white fur ball stares at me. I pick her up and hug her as she licks my fingers. I give her a Whole Life Pet treat and she gobbles it down eagerly. My phone buzzes and I look at the screen.

  Tanya: Let’s meet at our usual spot!

  Cheryl: Okay honey! See you soon.

  Tanya: Any more encounters with that sexy hunk stalker?

  Cheryl: No. Nothing yet.

  Tanya: Aww he gave up, did he?

  Cheryl: See you soon Tanya!

  I grab my puppy and place her in my Louis Vuitton dog bag, grab my clutch and I’m out the door. My private driver drops me off at Norma’s.

  I arrive early for breakfast with the girls. I am promptly seated and wait for Tanya and Yula to arrive. I pull out the puppy from the dog bag and put her in my lap. She stands up on her hind paws, sniffs the table and looks around the restaurant.

  Yula arrives within minutes and seats herself across from me.

  “OMG you got a puppy, she’s so cute!” Yula squeals. “What is her name?”

  “I don’t know yet, but isn’t she so cute,” I respond cheerfully.

  “Hello there,” a sexy male voice says. We both turn our heads abruptly and standing before us is the mysterious man in a black suit, shirt, and tie.

  “May I sit?” he asks politely.

  Yula and I are both speechless. The waiter arrives to take our orders.

  “What may I get for you ladies?” he asks, then faces the mysterious man. “Are you joining the ladies, sir?”

  Tanya makes an appearance and seats herself beside me.

  “Yes he is,” she says and smiles to the waiter. Oh my God Tanya! She always does this.

  The mysterious man sits himself across from Tanya and the waiter takes our orders. I order eggs Benedict, my friends order crêpes and Julian orders the same thing as me. He also orders us all white tea.

  When the waiter leaves, Julian begins chatting with Tanya. Yula looks at me, wide-eyed, and I stare back at her. Her eyes tell me she is as shocked as I am.

  The waiter shortly arrives with our orders and Yula and I eat in silence. Tanya is as comfortable as ever and continues to chat casually with the mysterious man asking him what his plans for the day are.

  “I have two business meetings, and then an important meeting with a client,” he says formally.

  He takes a bite of his eggs and grins. “What are your plans for the day ladies?” His blue eyes shine with such self-assurance, and he exudes such manly poise that I can’t help but bite my bottom lip before quickly dropping my eyes on my breakfast. He is hot, so hot!

  I glance back at him and our eyes meet, I see a sexy, primal rawness that sends a thrill through my body. My eyes quickly sweep over his gorgeous angular face and then I drop my eyes back down again. The way he looks at me is incredibly alluring. I really would go out with him if I weren’t with Derek. Tanya is right, he is really sexy.

  “Busy days as usual, I have a ton of appointments,” Tanya says, holding her gaze on him. He doesn’t even acknowledge her. I feel his eyes on me.

  “What is your day like today Cheryl?” he says as I take a bite of my eggs.

  I lift my eyes up to meet his gaze and my heart stops for a beat. Some kind of unexpected, primal urges make themselves known within my belly. He really won’t give up and logically I know I should tell him to stay away from me, but instinctively I just can’t.

  “My day is the same as usual. I have various appointments to attend and then I will have dinner with my fiancé,” I say politely and smile, satisfied that I added the last part but observe that his self-assured vibe is completely unaffected.

  “Have dinner with me instead.”

  Tanya and Yula both shoot their eyes to him as if he were from another planet.

  “You have dinner with your fiancé every night, you already know him pretty well by now I’m sure,” Julian says smoothly. “However, you haven’t looked at your other options.”

  “I can’t do that,” I say stridently, my logic resurfacing. “You need to stop this, I told you I won’t go out with you.”

  “And I told you that I won’t give up,” he says unshaken. “Consider my offer, because you are not fully committed to him until you are married.”

  My friends are astonished and don’t even add in a word in my defense.

  “Well, I must be going, enjoyed the pleasure of your company ladies,” he flashes a smile, pulls out his brown crocodile skin wallet and extracts a Centurion Card.

  He calls over the waiter and pays for us all.

  “Have a great day ladies,” he stands up, straightens his suit, his collar, and his sleeves in one rapid and smooth motion and he leaves.

  My friends immediately speak out afterward. The waiter comes and asks if he can clear the table, we all nod, and he removes our half-eaten plates of breakfast.

  “I told you he won’t give up,” Yula scolds. “You need to tell Derek!”

  “You want a fight to issue forth?” Tanya frowns at Yula.

  “Then what am I supposed to do?” I ask bewildered.

  “Go out with him,” Tanya suggests. “He’s right about not being fully committed until you are married.”

  “Tanya!” Yula shouts with righteous indignation.

  Tanya shrugs and grins. “He has a point.”

  “I can’t do that, what if Derek finds out,” I murmur.

  “Well, he doesn’t have to find out,” Tanya says with a mischievous hint in her voice. “What’s the worst that can happen? Tanya takes a sip of tea and continues, “You may just find out that he is actually a better option than Derek.”

  Yula’s brow furrows while I consider Tanya’s advice.

  “I wouldn’t agree to marry Derek, if I didn’t think he was the best option available,” I say, my logic speaking for me.

  “Exactly!” Yula says stridently and whips her eyes to Tanya.

  “I don’t want to discuss this anymore,” I say firmly and finish off my tea. “I’m going to get going, bye ladies.” I gather my clutch, my puppy, and I leave.

  The private driver slides out of the front seat, runs over to take my puppy, and opens the back door for me. I slide in, and he places the puppy in my lap.

  As we drive away to my
first appointment for the day, I can’t get the mysterious man out of my head. I realize that I’ve never encountered a man who pursued me with such fierce determination.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  The weeks go by, fall passes and winter arrives and I have no more encounters with the mysterious man. As Christmas approaches, I am preoccupied with preparing for my favorite time of the year and soon forget about the mysterious man.

  On a chilly Sunday morning, I sit in the living room with my Pomeranian puppy, picking out recipes on my iPad for cookies that I plan on baking. I was never into cooking, but baking is something I always enjoyed.

  In the afternoon, Derek and I pick out a fresh Christmas tree together from the best Christmas tree farm in New York. It smells divine. It’s about triple as tall as us. We have the tree dyed pure white and delivered to us.

  I appreciate that during Christmas every year we spend a great deal more time together, starting off the holidays by picking out a tree. Derek is a very busy man, but he always makes time to engage in traditional Christmas activities with me.

  We come home and when the tree arrives, Derek has the white tree placed by the floor-to-ceiling windows in the center of the living room. It blends well with the all-white décor of our penthouse.

  We spend the late afternoon and early evening, sipping on white wine, nibbling on meringues as well as sugar cookies shaped as stars and snowflakes; listening to Christmas melodies; and dressing the tree together. The ornaments are varied, consisting of silver cut-out snowflakes and stars; white ribbons, white candy canes; long, clear glass icicles; silver and white bulbs detailed with glittering Swarovski crystals and intricate designs.

  Every day, I notice more and more gifts piling up under the Christmas tree. Derek likes to pile up the gifts slowly, escalating my anticipation and excitement as I count down the days until I get to uncover the presents hidden in sparkling silver and white gift boxes, tied by white ribbons.

  I spend my days attending my daily health and beauty appointments as well as gift shopping. I buy various gifts and gift cards for Tanya and Yula as well as a gift for Derek; of course all the gifts are bought with Derek’s funds, including the gift for him.