Rapine: Abducted by the Billionaire

by Charlotte Rose

“How do you feel about being bound?”

  “I liked it,” I murmur and take a sip of champagne.

  “I was very mild with you,” Julian says quietly. “It was just a sampler.” He takes a sip of champagne finishing off his glass. He pours himself more from the champagne bottle and pours more into my glass filling it up. “There are so many things I want to do to you, but I am still not sure you would be okay with certain things.”

  “Like what?”

  “I would have to explain this to you in more detail,” Julian answers while looking deep in thought. “I would need you to sign a ravishment agreement.”

  “Another agreement?”

  “Yes, another agreement. It would ensure we both get what we want.”

  “Why don’t you explain it to me now?” I ask gazing into Julian’s captivating blue eyes.

  “I would want you to resist me.”

  “What do you mean?” I ask, arching a brow.

  “I want you to pretend you don’t want it,” he whispers.

  “Oh,” I whisper. “Okay, I can do that.”

  “There will be no safe word, because I want total power,” Julian explains, measuring my reaction.

  “I would feel better if there was a safe word.”

  “Okay then if you agree, the safe word will be heaven.”

  “Heaven?” I chuckle.

  “For now, let us enjoy our day, I have a few things planned. Have you ever been skiing?”

  “Yes, I have a few times with Derek.”

  “Well then follow me.” Julian takes me through his enormous home and into one of the rooms upstairs. There are all kinds of winter sports equipment. He outfits me with a ski jacket, snow pants, snow shoes and skis and gets himself dressed as well, and then we head outside for a full-day of skiing with an instructor for me.

  Julian is extremely good at skiing and I watch him go full-speed down a steep hill several times. Then he stays with me the rest of the day; guiding me patiently and watching me go down the hill first, before making his way down.

  At the end of the day, I am exhausted; my leg muscles are sore, and it is a pleasure to go back to Julian’s home. I take a hot shower and then put a black Gucci sheath dress laid out for me on the bed.

  Dinner is set up and waiting for us in the main dining room. The dining room has floor-to ceiling windows overlooking a beautiful view of the snow-powered mountains outside. We have lobster salad, roasted octopus, black cod, and for dessert Chocolate Coulant.

  After dinner we move to the main living room. Dozens of candles have already been lit and the electric fireplace is pumping out heat.

  “How do you like it here?” Julian asks as he wraps an arm around me and cuddles me to him.

  “It is a beautiful home Julian,” I murmur.

  “How do you like being with me?”

  I gaze into his piercing blue eyes and respond by leaning in to kiss him. Our tongues meet and we enjoy each other’s plush lips. Julian runs his fingers through my hair, and pulls me in for an even deeper kiss. We remain locked in a kiss until I pull away for a breath.

  We share an intense moment of silence, staring deep into each other’s eyes. I feel butterflies. I feel passion, lust, and excitement. I want to give myself fully to this man. I never felt this way about anyone before. I can’t deny it anymore. I love the way he pursued me so relentlessly, fought for me, and I love the way I feel when I am around him. He is so romantic, sweet, caring, and dominant in such a manly way.

  I sense Julian’s anxiety and concern that I still fully have not communicated my feelings. He gazes at me, waiting for me to say something, but when I don’t respond he leans forward to lock lips with me again. He reaches for the back of my dress and unzips me. I stand and the dress falls to the floor. He stands up and undresses himself in one shift motion. He takes off his boxers and his hard length springs free. He kisses my neck and stomach as he removes my lingerie.

  He sits on the couch and pulls me onto his lap. I lower myself to meet his length. His length finds my hole and I moan as I slide down onto it.

  His size is thrilling and I lift slightly and lower down for more. As I slide down on his length, I moan loudly. I feel like I am being split in half as I slowly take more and more in. I lift and lower, deeper and deeper. He reaches up and squeezes my breasts as I ride him.

  I am moaning relentlessly as I slide down on his length, taking his entire length inside me as he growls in approval.

  I pick up the pace, riding him hard and quick, slamming my insides down and taking more of his length inside me. I hear a loud slapping sound every time I ram myself onto him.

  I go wild with loud moans as he grabs my hips and pulls me down and deep into him. He controls me, moving me up and down, again and again, thrusting his hips forward. I have a feeling that with each powerful thrust of his hips that he is about to blow his load inside me.

  I suddenly feel an explosion of his warm, creamy liquid, shooting load after load inside me. I slam all the way down onto him and explode with a strong orgasm as he completely fills me up. He thrusts into me four more times to completely milk out his entire load inside me.

  He lies down on the couch, and pulls me to him. I close my eyes, and listen to his heart thunder.

  “I love you,” he whispers.

  He continues to use a feather light touch on my back and neck as I feel myself relax and melt at his touch.

  “I love how you touch me,” I whisper.

  “I know you do,” he whispers back.

  He lifts me into his arms and takes me to the master bedroom, where I crawl into bed, and he gets in alongside me. He pulls me into his arms and tucks my face into his neck. His fingertips wander up and down my back, softly stroking my skin, sending pleasant shivers through me. I close my eyes, savoring the sensation. I thread my legs through his, drape my arm on his chest and fall asleep.

  In the morning, I awake to feel Julian kissing my neck and rimming my ear with his tongue and blowing hot air gently into my ear, sending a quiver through me.

  I blink my eyes open just as Julian gets on top on me, imprisoning me with his body weight, holding me in place.

  “Open wide,” he growls as he moves both hands to my knees and spreads my legs.

  “Take all of me,” he whispers, his voice gruff and raw. The air hisses through his teeth as he flexes his hip forward and with one, hard thrust he is inside me. His eyes pierce deep into mine, as his entire erection penetrates me, and he begins to move. Curling my arms around his neck, I cry out as he fucks me at a hardcore, rapid pace.

  I throw my head back and let out a strangled cry, "Oh my God!" I meet his every thrust with my hips as he slams his length inside me.

  I climax almost immediately with blaring cries as I feel him begin to empty his balls inside me. I groan with pleasure as his climax intensifies mine.

  He finishes emptying the contents of his balls deep inside me and then slides out, shoves his length near my mouth and has me lick clean every last drop still oozing out.

  He cups my face with his fingers, runs his thumb down my cheek, his eyes tracing my face. His eyes shine with a brilliant intensity. “You look scrupulously fucked,” he grins mischievously. He presses a kiss on my forehead. “I’m going to work.”

  “No. Don’t go,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him in for another kiss. “Stay a little longer,” I plead.

  He kisses me, a tender, sweet, loving kiss. “I have an important business meeting.”

  “I want to cuddle,” I murmur.

  Julian’s lips twitch with a repressed smile. He looks amused and slightly exasperated.

  “Okay, five minutes,” he says as he gets into bed with me, I turn on my side as he pulls me into his arms and lets me drape myself around him and nuzzle into the side of his neck. I smell his neck, loving how his scent relaxes me and squeeze tightly into him.

  Ten minutes pass, and Julian slides out from under me. “I have to go,” he says as he leans
over and presses a kiss onto my forehead.

  I wrap my arms around his neck. “Don’t go!”

  He leans his head to one side and raises one eyebrow.

  He’s wearing all black as usual. He looks so powerful, manly, so mouth-watering handsome.

  “I have to go,” he says in a clipped tone.

  “I want to be with you forever!” The words rush out from my mouth in a tumble of emotion.

  “What did you say?” he challenges.

  I flush. “You have me,” I whisper quietly.

  “Say it,” he orders softly, his gaze intense and penetrating.

  “I’m yours.” I say louder.

  “Forever?” he asks, his eyes glowing.

  I nod, blushing. “Yes, forever.”

  “I’m glad to hear it,” he says, his lips curving into a pleased grin, triumph flaring in his eyes.

  “We will celebrate this evening then,” he whispers and then gazes lovingly at me. “I love you.”

  “I love you too,” I respond, my heart flickering.

  “I’ll be in my home office if you need me,” Julian says as he leans in to press another kiss on my forehead.

  Once Julian leaves I get up, still sore and walking unsteadily in my just-fucked-state. I shower and enter the bedroom where my outfit for the day is laid out for me: True Religion jeans and a simple black halter-top.

  I go down and have breakfast and then wander around Julian’s house, admiring every room in more detail and hoping to find his office, because I can’t remember where it was when he gave me a tour of his home. I finally find his office on the main floor. Julian is seated at the large desk in the center of the room, busily chatting on video call on the glass, touch-screen computer.

  He smiles as soon as he sees me and excuses himself. He comes to me and kisses me gently on the lips. He pulls me into his arms and bands his arms around my waist. I get a whiff of his manly scent and I melt. I love him so much. We hold each other for an unspoken moment of serene tranquility.

  “I have somewhere I want to take you,” he whispers. “We will discuss later.”

  He kisses me gently, and we are locked for a while in a long, deep kiss. We both pull away unwillingly, not wanting to let go of each other. Julian returns to his video call and I make my way upstairs and through the hallway, peaking into each room and coming across the “baby room”. Julian has given me ultimate commitment even though we haven’t been together that long. I stand gazing at the room, and then make my way into the painting room. I set up my tools and get started on a new painting, working away on it for the rest of the day.

  In the evening, Julian and I are seated in the dining room. Julian’s cook, Barbara, serves us a five-course dinner of foie gras terrine, acquerello risotto, roasted duck, and for dessert blackcurrant vacherin.

  After dinner, we make our way into the living room. Julian pours us each a glass of champagne.

  “1964 Chateau Calon-Segur to celebrate our new love,” Julian whispers.

  We click glasses. “I love you,” he whispers.

  “I love you too,” I respond, feeling my heart pounding in excitement through my chest.

  “I want to take you away.”

  “Really, where?” I ask, ready to go anywhere with this man.

  “It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you.” He smiles a genuine, warm, and loving smile.

  “I will have Natalia prepare your bags, but I want you to be ready to leave tomorrow morning.”

  “Tomorrow? Don’t you have to work?”

  “Work is just something to occupy my time, but now that I found something more important, I will put it first in my life.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

  In the morning, Julian's private driver picks us up. Julian opens the back door for me and I enter, then Julian slides in behind me. The driver loads our bags into the trunk.

  While we are driving, Julian has an arm wrapped around me as he discusses his childhood in Geneva. He tells me where he went to school, where his parent's house is located, and that he wants me to meet them soon. I gaze out the window, admiring the beautiful views.

  When we get to our destination, Hotel Président Wilson, the driver takes our bags from the trunk and we make our way into what looks like a stunning, five-star hotel.

  Julian is treated like royalty, and we are quickly ushered to our royal penthouse suite via private elevator.

  My jaw drops. The space is stunning with breathtaking views of Mont Blanc and Lake Geneva. There are twelve rooms, twelve bathrooms, a grand piano, a fitness center, and a private terrace.

  After touring the entire space, out on the terrace, Julian embraces me.

  “How do you like it baby?”

  “I love it,” I murmur.

  “I was hoping you would like it. It's $65,000 per night. Only the best of the best is good enough.”

  “Why did you take me here?”

  “I want our time together to be memorable. I have something special planned.”

  He leans forward and kisses me passionately. “Another reason I chose this suite is the security features: bulletproof windows, armored doors, surveillance cameras and even bedside panic buttons.”

  “You are very adamant about security.” I chuckle.

  “I have always been,” Julian explains. “But now that you're with me, I want to protect my greatest treasure. You're my most valuable possession.”

  “Aw,” I whisper. “That's very sweet.”

  In the morning, we have breakfast in our suite. We spend the day at the hotel spa and relaxing in our suite. Julian excitedly informs me he is taking me somewhere in the evening.

  Julian takes us by helicopter to a mountain peak. We land and Julian gently takes me to the edge of the mountain. It's the most breathtaking view I've ever seen. My mouth is open in pure wonder at the natural beauty my eyes are taking in greedily. Julian is holding me close, his arms wrapped tightly around me. I tear my eyes away from the view and into Julian's piercing blue eyes.

  We are 15,203 feet high, holding each other and gazing into each other's eyes. It feels like we are on top of the world.

  Julian drops to one knee. He pulls out a ring from his suit pocket. It glitters magically in the sunlight.

  I am holding my breath in awe of being here, with Julian, receiving this proposal; my heart is pounding in my chest with excitement, passion, and love. I look down at Julian, who is gazing up at me with pure love and expectation, and for the first time ever he looks so vulnerable and humble down on his knee, waiting for my response.

  I feel the corner of my mouth turn into a broad smile, my heart pounding even harder in my chest. “Yes,” I explode. “Yes!”

  Julian slips the ring on my finger. “It’s a Harry Winston cushion-cut micropavé, super ideal cut, D flawless, eighteen carat in the center,” he explains eagerly. He shoots up and locks me in an unforgettable, spark-igniting kiss. I break away when I hear something crackle loud in the sky. Fireworks, multi-colored fireworks crackle in the night sky as I am held in Julian's arms.

  “Oh my God,” I breathe out in a rush as tears blur my eyes and flow down my cheeks.

  We stand watching the firecrackers, and it feels like fireworks are going on inside me as well. This is the happiest moment of my life. A stream of new tears flows down my cheeks. I’m so happy. It's a moment that I want to last forever. It's a moment I want to remember forever. I wish there was a way to bottle and forever keep the emotions I feel right now. So this is what true love feels like.

  After the fireworks have finished, I turn to look at Julian, his broad chest is puffed up regal, his eyes are lit up like stars; he looks like a man who has officially received his Olympic gold medal.

  I stroke his face lovingly, tracing my finger around each of his handsome features: his cheeks, his lips, and his jawline.

  He strokes my face, examining it as if committing it to memory.

  The love we feel for each other is unspeakable, it can only be felt with the he
art so we stare at each other's glowing, happy faces in silence. At this moment nothing else matters but us.

  In the morning, we board a private plane, headed to Four Seasons Seychelles. Julian has booked the three-bedroom Royal Suite. I am impressed by the extensive outdoor living space with an infinity-edge pool, whirlpool, and expansive wooden deck.

  We spend our days by the beach, getting couple treatments at the spa, drinking champagne in the infinity-edge pool gazing at the stars, making love in the shower, and having picnics on the beach. It’s truly a magical experience. A week later of blissful romance and relaxation, Julian says he is taking me to our next destination in the morning.

  The next day, we are headed to Maldives. We arrive at the hotel Conrad in the afternoon. We have a four-course lunch at Ithaa, the beautiful all-glass underwater restaurant with panoramic views of the vibrant coral reef, fish, and sharks. We spend the day catamaran sailing, and we get couple’s massages at the OverWater Spa.

  We have a private candlelight dinner on the beach under a cabana. Our personal chef prepares us a delicious feast as we watch the sunset go down and look into each other’s eyes.

  In the morning, Julian takes us by helicopter from Maldives to a private island nearby. Julian informs me it is his private island that he purchased two years ago.

  There is a glass house right on the beach. Nearly every room has floor-to-ceiling windows. There is staff serving us three meals a day, right on the beach.

  We spend many blissful days on our private beach, holding each other, relaxing and dozing off, and playfully splashing each other in the ocean.

  In the evening we take romantic walks on the beach, gazing at the gazillions of stars dotted about in the pitch-black sky, stopping when in line with the bright full moon and ecstatically kissing.

  The last week of our stay, we are served breakfast on the beach, listening to the waves gently splashing along the edge of the beach.

  ”I have more surprises lined up for you. The staff has our suitcases ready, and we are heading to our next destination this afternoon.”

  It’s so heavenly here that I don't want to leave, but at the same time I am excited to see where Julian is taking me next.