Rapine: Abducted by the Billionaire

by Charlotte Rose

  It sounds wonderful. “I like it,” I respond.

  We finish up drinking our cup of tea and I have my share of snacks.

  “Come let me show you something I haven’t shown you yet.”

  Julian intertwines his hand with mine and directs me through the endless halls and up another spiraling staircase. He lets my hand go and he leads me into a very large room, with floor-to-ceiling windows. In the center I see a blank canvas on an easel and oil paints laid out beautifully on an Artifort cabinet for my selection. He tugs at my hand and shows me inside each of the cabinet drawers. All sorts of oil painting supplies are neatly organized in each drawer.

  Julian gazes at me to search for my emotions. “You like it?”

  “I love it,” I breathe out.

  “This room is yours. You can paint here by day, every day if you wish.”

  “Come let me show you another room.” Julian intertwines his hands with mine again and leads me into another room a few doors down the hall.

  I see another large room with floor-to ceiling windows, but it’s completely empty. I glance at Julian, giving him a questioning look.

  “This is for the baby.” Julian explains. “As soon as you decide to have one with me of course.”

  “I’m not ready for that right now,” I mutter. You were with Derek, my mind sneers at me, leaving me wondering why I don’t feel ready with Julian. I barely know him, I reason with myself.

  “Well then, I just want you to know, I am ready whenever you are. Your artist’s area and the baby room are very close, so you can always check on him or her.”

  “Thank you.” I respond graciously, but still questioning myself about why I am not ready.

  “In the evenings, when I am done with work and my training, we will spend time together.”

  “What training?”

  “My martial arts training.”

  “Oh yes, you told me your training proved useful.” I smile as I recall the rather disconcerting night Julian committed rapine. This is the kind of moment in the past that seemed frightening then, but now just brings up a smile to my face. In the light of time, the past is not as alarming as it seemed.

  “A real man makes use of no weapons to fight for and defend all that is his, but at times security measures as I have enabled in this home are necessary.”

  “They are very impressive security measures,” I murmur.

  “However, when men fight for a woman it should be without weapons to prove their skill and desire.”

  “Desire?” I inquire.

  “His strong desire for the woman is a powerful tool to help him to overcome his opponent. Desire is a very potent emotion. It can move mountains.”

  A thought suddenly occurs to me. “Do you think Derek desires to get me back?” I ask hesitantly.

  The worried tone with which I spoke was so evident that it did not escape Julian’s attention.

  Julian stiffens and fire blazes forth from his eyes. “He may,” Julian begins and I am suddenly aware of a certain secret power which emanates from his face like heat from a flame, a certain unbending iron will, declaring that this man never backs down and always wins.

  “He may try to get you back eventually, I’m quite sure of it, but I have set my mind on you, my desire for you burns so strong that nothing, and I mean nothing, will impede me from having you and keeping you forever.”

  “Even to commit rapine.” I giggle and halt suddenly as I gaze at Julian’s chilling face. He has gone from a sweet, loving, caring man to the look of a ruthless warrior. There is a dangerous fierceness radiating from Julian’s eyes.

  “He may take great measures to obtain revenge and take back what he thinks belong to him.”

  I am abruptly struck by the thought that I don’t want to go back to Derek anymore, I really want to be with Julian forever.

  “I’m not sure what he could be planning, he has great power in many parts of the world, but I am much more of a skilled fighter than him.” Julian inhales deeply. “He used to train with the greatest masters, but as his power expanded, he became more involved in various industry pursuits and neglected his training.”

  “I didn’t know Derek trained martial arts. I mean, he never told me.”

  “Derek is a very private man, he trusts no one. He didn’t even trust you. Fuck, the guy even asked me to test you.”

  “You’re right,” I sigh. “The thing is he obviously trusted you.”

  “It never occurred to him that I would take you.” Julian murmurs. “He knew my ways with women, that I wasn’t good in relationships, that I hired pay-for-sex women.” Julian takes a breath and exhales slowly. “But the moment I saw you I knew that would all change. I saw hope in you for me.”

  “I never thought this would happen to me,” he continues, his voice lowering, his expression radiating love.

  I tenderly stroke Julian’s gorgeous face. For a time I drank in the deep passion in Julian’s eyes.

  “I am ready to fight to the death for you. I am ready to rush into fire, jump a bullet, or shed my blood to save you from any danger.”

  I let the words sink into my heart. That is so sexy and irresistible. My knight in shining armor. A death-defying courage is ultimately such a masculine trait that could win any woman’s heart.

  “Baby, I love you,” I whisper. “You’re the man of my dreams. I really don’t want to go back to Derek.”

  A hint of a triumphant smile crosses Julian’s face. “Well then, we need to keep it that way, if you are ready to commit to me of course.” He examines my face closely.

  I feel my heart fluttering as I think about Julian and how every time I am with him I feel happy.

  “Do you trust me?” he asks.

  “Yes, I do,” I whisper.

  “Can I ravish you?” Julian asks, excitement evident in his twinkling eyes.

  “Yes,” I whisper, my belly clenching. I do want this.

  Julian cups my chin, and tilts my head up to meet his eyes. “Come, let me show you something.”

  Julian takes me through the long hallways, down a spiraling staircase, past a den and to a locked door. He unlocks the door, flicks on the lights and stands aside. I feel his eyes on me as I stand in the doorway gaping around. I see a four-poster bed and a row of cabinets against the wall.

  I glance up at Julian, with a quizzical look on my face.

  This is “the rape room.” Julian’s voice is low. “It’s just for you.”

  I turn away from him and look around the room as I consider his words.

  “I’ve never used it before.” Julian explains. “I can promise you this.”

  A moment of silence follows.

  “What do you think?” Julian asks gently.

  The room looks new and untouched. I sense his words are true but I need to ask just to confirm my feelings.

  “Have you ever actually raped a woman before?”

  “No, only during role play,” Julian says reassuringly.

  “Oh, I see. With courtesans and escorts?” I regret my question. I don’t want to hear about the women he has fucked in the past. I jealously erupted when Derek told me about his sexual history.

  “So why me?” I ask feebly.

  “I’ve hired girls to fulfill my rape fantasies, but when the sex is over I get lonely. What I really want is a life partner, a sex doll to fulfill my rape fantasies and a mother to my children. When I first laid my eyes on you, I thought she is the perfect woman for me.”

  I think I understand. He wants to get serious with me, but he has these sinister rape fantasies. However, the way he treats me and the way I feel around him has me enchanted. I do enjoy being a submissive.

  “So where did you, um, rape the other women?” My stomach churns as I realize how strange that sounds.

  “It was always outcall.” Julian’s voice is low. “I only brought in official girlfriends to my residences.”

  “What about the space you kept me in?”

  “That was just for you Che
ryl.”

  Julian comes in front of me and examines my face.

  “So how many official girlfriends have you had?” I ask peering up at Julian.

  Julian freezes for a few seconds and then pulls me in close and wraps his arms around my waist.

  “Not many, but that’s not important now, what’s important is the present,” he whispers into my hair. “A relationship works best when we focus on the present not the past. Let’s leave your past and my past behind us, and move forward.”

  Julian pulls back and admires my face. “I love you, and that’s all that matters right now.”

  “I love you too,” I whisper.

  “Will you let me ravish you?”

  “Yes,” I whisper as my insides clench with anticipation and longing. This is so fucking hot.

  His eyes blaze forth with a hungry, aggressive look. “Do you know what you’re asking for?” he asks in a hoarse rasp. “Do you?”

  “Yes, yes I do,” I murmur gazing at his handsome face. I really do want this beautiful man to rape me.

  “Well then, we will arrange that this evening,” Julian voice is vibrant and full of expectancy. “However, I need you to sign first.”

  He pulls out a single sheet of folded paper from his suit pocket, unfolds it, and hands it to me.

  Temporary Contract of Consensual Ravishment

  I, Cheryl Lynn, do of my own free will, and being of sound mind and body, do hereby offer myself in consensual rape role play to Julian Stone for the period beginning at 10:00 p.m. and ending at 1:00 p.m.

  Signed, this __________ day of _____, _____.

  ________________________________________

  Julian Stone

  ________________________________________

  Cheryl Lynn

  Once I have signed, Julian grins mischievously, comes forward, and whispers into my ear. “You will be totally at my mercy, unable to do anything but take all the cum I can give you.” My breathing spikes as my heart begins pumping wildly inside my chest. This is insanely hot. I’m already panting, wanting him, desire swelling deep inside me.

  CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

  Julian has me in “the rape room” and I am breathing deep with lust and passion. Julian is wearing nothing but black Frigo No.1 boxers. I examine his ripped, toned, muscular, manly body, his expensive watch glittering from his wrist, and I know I could do anything for this man.

  “So what do you want to do with me?” I ask trying to hide my nervous excitement.

  Julian arches an eyebrow, and looks hungrily up and down my body. “Do you trust me?” he asks. “I need to hear you say it first.”

  “Yes I trust you,” I whisper excitedly as I realize he awakens something deep within me that I never knew existed.

  “I will bind you up then.” Julian reaches into one of the cabinet drawers, taking out a large roll of duct tape and two pairs of handcuffs. He approaches me and runs his hands tenderly through my hair. I do trust him.

  He takes a piece of tape and places it over my mouth. A surge of excitement leaps through my body.

  “Extend your hands,” Julian commands.

  I extend both my hands. He takes the roll and circles it around my wrists several times until my hands are tightly bound.

  “As for your legs, I will handcuff them to the bed posts.” Julian’s voice is eager and excited. “Are you okay with this?”

  I nod yes, my heart flutters.

  “Lay on the bed face up,” he orders. “Now,” he commands, it’s not a request. My lower belly clenches, tight and hard.

  “Open,” he orders as he spreads my legs.

  He takes the handcuffs and cuffs my right leg to the bedpost, then takes the handcuffs and cuffs my left leg to the other bedpost.

  My legs now spread so wide apart, I feel very vulnerable. I’ve never been bound like this before.

  Julian stands, hovering over me, admiring my body.

  “Are you ready?” He growls softly.

  I nod yes, suddenly feeling very nervous.

  He removes his boxers. My eyes flick down to his arousal. It’s lifted and ready.

  Julian gets on top of me, grasps my neck tightly, and roars,

  “I’m in control now, got it?”

  I moan loudly, but it comes out muffled beneath the tape covering my mouth.

  He grasps my neck tightly, his eyes stabbing through mine. I stare back helplessly in full submission. He’s in total control now and there’s no going back.

  He gets in between my legs and rubs the head of his thick length up and down my entrance a few times, teasing me. Suddenly, he lunges forward and shoves all ten inches inside me as I gasp.

  He withdraws and then slams inside me, hitting the back of my insides. I scream, but my scream comes out muffled. Holy fuck this is hot. I close my eyes.

  He moves in and out rapidly at a steady rhythm. He is ramming into me so hard his lower body is slapping loudly against me. I scream with each deep thrust. He is so huge. I feel those sharp thrusts hit the back of my inner wall.

  “You feel so good baby,” he growls, his jaw clenched.

  He continues pounding his hard length inside me and I enjoy every inch of him as I moan and scream inaudibly. I am soaring higher, until I can’t take it anymore.

  Just as my orgasm starts, he grunts loudly as he stiffens tightly against me and begins emptying a massive load of hot fluid deep up inside me. The feeling of his liquid shooting up inside me intensifies my orgasm. He fills me up to the brim, and I feel the liquid gushing out and spilling out from me.

  I let go with a loud muffled scream, releasing myself to the gratifying sensation as I climax harder than I’ve ever climaxed before. I feel his warm liquid fill my every crevice inside. My whole body quivers as I slowly begin to relax.

  I lay there with eyes closed, feeling warm and fuzzy, and thoroughly fucked. Julian is still on top of me, breathing heavily.

  For several minutes we lay locked tightly together as I listen to his rapid breathing, and listen to the beat of his heart as it slows down and calms.

  Julian withdraws his length and I am lying there as his thick liquid continues to drip out from me. He lifts himself off me and I feel him uncuff both my legs. I open my eyes, and he gazes down at me tenderly as he takes scissors and cuts through the duct tape to release my hands. Then he slowly takes the duct tape off my mouth.

  “You okay baby?” He looks concerned.

  “Yes, I’m fine,” I murmur.

  “Come; let’s go upstairs,” Julian lifts me into his arms and carries me through the grand home, up a staircase, and into the master bedroom.

  The bedroom is enormous. It has a Hästens Vividus handmade bed with white silk sheets and two side bed stands. There are floor-to-ceiling windows that open onto a glass balcony, and a stunning view of snow covered mountains and trees.

  He lays me under the silk sheets and crawls into bed and lies alongside me. He pulls me onto his chest and wraps his arms tightly around me.

  I close my eyes savoring the feel of being wrapped protectively in his arms. We both lie in silence for a few moments.

  “You know, I care about you every much,” Julian murmurs. He trails his fingertips softly up and down my back.

  I just feel like sleeping, and I make a low sound from my throat as a response. I am so exhausted.

  “Sleep baby,” he whispers, and he runs his fingertips lightly along the back of my neck and shoulders until I fall asleep.

  I wake up and blink into the bright morning sun. I feel the heat of the sunlight pleasantly warming up my skin. I shift slightly and feel my insides burning. I remain in bed and recall the previous night. That was fun and different. It feels good to give up total control during sex to a man I trust and…love. My heart flickers. I think of Derek, and realize I never felt the way I feel with him as I do when I am with Julian. Hmm, I wonder what Derek is up to? Will he try to get me back? Sure I miss my friends, my family, my closet, and my puppy, but I want to be with Julian. />
  I slide out of the white silk sheets and walk into the washroom. When I get out of the shower I walk into the bedroom and see the bed already made with lingerie and a dress laid out for me on the bed. The maid sure is efficient. I get dressed and find my way downstairs.

  I walk through the long hallways, down a long glass staircase, through a large entrance, past a den, and a living room and finally I find the kitchen. Julian is sipping on a cup of tea while watching the news on the micro-thin, roll-up television mounted in the kitchen and Natalia is busily preparing breakfast.

  When Julian spots me, he rushes over and embraces me in his arms. “Good morning, beautiful,” he says cheerfully. He intertwines his fingers with mine and leads me to the kitchen island where I take a seat beside him.

  “What time is it?” I ask sleepily.

  “It’s Sunday,” Julian informs me.

  I glance over at the television and spot the time; its 8:21 a.m.

  Natalia places two plates of French toast in front of us as well as two glasses of champagne for Julian and me.

  “Champagne?” I ask inquisitively.

  “To celebrate our first breakfast together,” Julian winks at me, clicks my glass, and takes a sip.

  I take a sip, and it is delicious. “What is it?”

  “It’s a 1990 Veuve Clicquot.”

  We both quickly finish breakfast. Natalia clears our plates, and leaves us alone.

  Julian takes a small pill from a bottle on the kitchen island and downs it, followed by finishing off his glass of champagne.

  “What are you taking?” I ask.

  “It's Tribulus; it naturally increases testosterone in the body.”

  “Why do you need it?”

  “I’ve been taking it since I was fifteen. Testosterone is what makes a man, The Man.”

  He's fucking obsessed, but then again it must be working because I never met a more masculine man in my life. That’s why I love him.

  “How are you feeling after last night?” Julian asks while taking a sip of champagne.

  “Good, just a little sore,” I murmur.