Sadistic Master Bundle (BDSM Billionaire Erotic Romance)

by Dalia Daudelin

  Any time the manager catches them mocking me, he just joins in, poking fun of me, reminding me that my hips are too wide and my breasts don't fit in my bra properly. He'll even yell at me when I have to go to the bathroom just to compose myself so I don't cry!

  I have to go in, though. If I call off on my birthday I will just get fired, and I've already been looking for another job for weeks. No one is hiring. The economy is impossible. So even though I work with people who abuse me, I need the job to pay for my apartment. I need to go to work.

  My hands shaking, I brush out my long brown hair. The waves reach down to about the center of my back. My hair is usually thick, but with all the stress I'm under, it's starting to fall out. The oils I put in my hair helps slow the destruction, though, and leaves it shiny and healthy looking.

  I brush some brown mascara over my thick eyelashes, fluttering them a bit as it dries. I examine my face. I definitely look like I'm going to break down crying at any second. Breathe in, then breathe out. I have to compose myself, or I'll just be made fun of even more.

  I blast pop music on my drive to work in an attempt to cheer myself up. My pink blouse is one of my best shirts, and it even makes me look a little bit skinny. Over khaki pants and nude ballet flats, in my opinion I look cute today. I arrive a few minutes early, but it looks like everyone is already here.

  Sighing and adjusting my hair, I check my makeup before getting out of my car and into the tall building.

  The front of the building is mostly windows, tinted slightly to give our patrons some privacy. I head over my desk, the front line of the gym, where every new member or visitor checks in and pays before heading to their chosen machines.

  I open my bottom drawer and stuff my purse in there, pull a pen out from another drawer, and set to work filling out the paperwork for some new gym members. Best to keep myself busy- if everyone sees me working maybe they won't bother me with taunting.

  Of course that hope goes right out the window as I hear the clicking of Maria's high heeled shoes. She helps with the phones and does personal secretarial work for the manager, typing his letters and getting him food most often. She's an absolute bombshell, her long blonde hair and Nordic features awe inspiring even while she's insulting me. Today she's wearing what looks like a very expensive red dress with black heels, her cleavage shaking a bit with each step toward me.

  “Happy birthday, Sarah! Why don't you join us in the break room for some cake!” Her cheery voice has me on edge. This is always how she sounds when she's about to do something extremely mean to me. I try to gulp down the knot in my throat and smile, but I know I only come off as pathetic. I set my pen down on my desk and stand up.

  Following her, my hands begin to shake again. Trying my best to prepare myself for what's to come, I take deep breaths, in and out, as I watch her hips sway back and forth with her movements.

  The break room is decorated, colorful streamers and confetti placed here and there. The white board on the fridge even says “HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARAH”. As I enter the room, I'm greeted with smiles and pats on the back.

  The warm welcome actually calms me down, and I smile and thank everyone. There's a cake on the table, but I can't quite read it before Maria moves in front of it. There's a flick of a lighter, and the candles that read 25 come to life. My coworkers push me towards the table.

  I bend over and blow out the candles, my eyes closed. When I open them, I can finally read the cake, and as I do my heart sinks and the horrible feeling I've had all day comes back a million times worse. I stand back up and force myself to smile. I can't let them see me upset. I'm done with letting them win.

  “Thank you guys so much, the cake looks great!” I lie. Everyone looks puzzled or annoyed, but Maria just smiles and pats my shoulder. She starts to cut the cake while I try to ignore everyone else's angry stares and my own need to run out of the room and cry. She hands a few pieces to others before handing me my piece.

  She had cut the cake so that I would get the piece that specifically has the word “fat” on it. The entire phrase on the cake was “Happy Birthday, Fat Ass!”

  I can feel my ability to hold back my tears breaking, and I excuse myself back to my desk. They know they won, I can see it in the wicked smirk Maria gives me as I turn toward the door to leave. I manage to keep my cool until I reach the end of the hallway, but as soon as I see my desk I break down. Sobs wrack through my body, so painful that I hunch over a bit. I have to hold myself up with my arm on my desk.

  I set down the cake on the edge, sitting in my chair and lowering my head into my arms. This is usually our slowest time, so I figure I can take a few minutes out here to let myself sob it out, before I go clean myself up in the bathroom.

  Of course, I don't hear when the door does glide open. Nor do I hear the soft rubber soles of expensive leather shoes against the carpet as a man draws near. It's only when the man is near enough for me to hear the slight jingle of keys in his pocket that I realize I'm not alone, and look up at the intruder.

  When I see who it is, my back straightens and I wipe my tears off my face, standing up. “Mr. Calaway! I wasn't told you'd be here today, I'm so sorry for how I look. Can I take your jacket?”

  Mr. Calaway owns the company. Even though he's 44 years old, he's so handsome that it almost hurts to look at him. Not to mention he's filthy rich. Maria's been trying to get him to date her since she got hired, but he's too smart to fall for a gold digging bitch like that. I see concern in his deep blue eyes as he runs a hand through his short, jet black hair. “Why is a beautiful woman like you crying?”

  I stiffen, and the words come out of my mouth as a stammer. “I-it's just been a rough day already. It's my birthday and... and I'm having a hard time coping with getting older...” He eyes me suspiciously, before looking down at the piece of cake. The bright red FAT glares back up at him, and his eyebrows shoot up his forehead.

  “I'll be right back.”

  I watch as the clearly fuming man makes his way down the hall and to the break room, where everyone else is still eating cake and laughing.

  The room goes quiet, presumably from the shock of seeing our boss there without any warning. I look around the corner, trying to better hear the conversation.

  “Would someone like to explain to me why this cake says 'Happy Birthday Fatass'?”

  “Oh, it's just a joke, Mr. Calaway...” I hear Maria's whiny, high pitched voice say. There's not even a hint of worry in that sociopath's words.

  “This is not the kind of joking we do here. Whose idea was it?”

  There's silence for a moment. Then, one of the trainers speaks up. “Maria and Brett's, sir.”

  Silence again. Brett is my manager. “Maria, join me in Brett's office please.”

  As the man and woman walk down the hall to my manager's office, a few heads poke out, first watching them, then looking to me in fear. I just turn around and sit back at my desk. I pick up my pen and start to work on my papers again, but the smell of the cake is getting to me. It's right above my trash can, so I use my pen to flip the plate off of my desk and into the trash.

  A few hours later, I hear my manager's door slam shut, and cursing from Maria and Brett's voices. My handsome boss glides out of the hallway and towards me, his expensive suit whispering a bit as he moves. “Sarah, right?” He asks, addressing me. I nod and lower my eyes, not wanting to make eye contact. “No, honey, look at me.”

  Blushing, I do as I'm told and stare deep into those cool blue eyes. He seems to dive into my soul as he looks into mine, holding me captive. “Please understand this. You are beautiful, much more beautiful than Maria will ever be. Here's my card. Could you write down your address so I can have my driver pick you up around 8 for a home cooked meal at my house tonight?”

  Stunned, I don't know what to say. I begin to shake my head and say no, but he holds up his large hand. “I insist. You deserve to be treated well.”

  I give in, and write down my address on a post it note, handing
it to him. He smiles and turns to leave, but turns back really quick to add, “Oh, and one other thing- Brett and Maria have exactly 30 minutes to get their things and leave. If they're not gone by then, see to it that security escorts them out.”

  I admit that left me even more stunned than being asked out by the richest man I know. I didn't have to call security though- 10 minutes later both of them were leaving with a box full of their belongings. Both glare at me, likely trying to kill me with their hatred. As Maria follows Brett out of the building, she turns to me and points. “Don't get to excited, bitch. I'll give you what you deserve.”

  Cody, one of the few nice trainers at my work, comes out of his office to shake my hand.

  “Hey, I was just promoted to manager. I wanted to say I'm sorry for what happened. I shouldn't have let it go on like that. It was cruel.”

  I smile and nod. “It was. Learn from it.”

  I think of the shame on my coworker's faces while I wash my hair in the shower. If I'm going to be having a home cooked meal with a billionaire, I have to look and smell good. I use my best shampoo and soap, both of which smell lightly of roses. I blow dry and curl my hair, pinning a few curls up for a more classic look. As for makeup, I decide to only put on some powder and eyeliner, leaving my face otherwise fresh and clean. The man saw me crying, so I'm sure he won't mind seeing me without a ton of makeup on.

  As I finish dressing, there's a knock on the door. I grab my purse that houses my phone and debit card and go to answer it. Standing outside is an older man, about 60, with a smile on his face. “Ms. Deliant? I'll be taking you to Mr. Calaway's home tonight, if you're ready.”

  I take in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I suppose I am.”

  The drive to Calaway's house is beautiful, once I'm out of my neighborhood. He lives in a more rural area, where trees line the road and houses are few and far between. Turning onto a dead end road, we drive for another 10 minutes, the driver being silent the whole time.

  I wish he'd say something, but maybe he's not allowed to, so I don't pressure him. The black car slows as we approach a tall gate. Hitting the button on a remote, the gate opens and we drive through.

  After parking, the driver looks to me through the rear view window. “Don't be scared. Mr. Calaway is a great man.” He exits the car and opens the back door for me, helping me out and pointing the way of the front door.

  As I approach, I wonder if I should knock or not, but that's answered for me as the door is opened by Calaway himself. “Sarah! I'm so glad you decided to join me. Come on in, please take off your shoes.”

  I walk into the mudroom and remove my strappy shoes, silently happy that I gave myself a pedicure before I came. Calaway smiles at me and I return the smile. “Dinner is just about finished, I'll show you to the dining room.”

  The house is absolutely huge, and adorned with beautiful paintings and furniture, some of them obviously imported antiques. The hallway to the dining room has a few paintings on either wall, family portraits. As I reach the end, I begin to notice a trend- most of the women are as heavy as I am!

  Mr. Calaway opens the door to the dining room, the amazing smell of turkey and other foods overwhelming my senses. I hadn't eaten anything since the cake incident, and I didn't even notice until now how famished I am! “Mmm, Mr. Calaway, it smells great!”

  The flash of a sweet smile melts my heart. “Please, call me Jack. Normally I'd have you sit at the end of the table but I'd like to get to know you better. Why don't you sit next to me, over here.”

  I nod and follow the black haired, handsome man over to the end of the table, where two places have been set. There is turkey, golden and perfectly cooked, mashed potatoes and gravy, beautiful green beans, and a bottle of what looks like very expensive red wine.

  Jack pulls out my chair for me, and pushes me in towards the table before sitting down himself. He pours two glasses of the wine and hands one to me.

  Over dinner, we discuss many things. We discuss how my coworkers had been treating me, how I had been treating myself. Throughout the night he tells me over and over again how beautiful I am, how I shouldn't be ashamed of myself and I should love myself. I make the mistake of getting drunk, though. Not too drunk, just drunk enough to lower my inhibitions.

  So when Jack leaned in for a kiss, I couldn't help myself. I leaned into it, too, returning it with a passion I didn't realize I had in me. Pulling himself back, he strokes my faces and pushing a lock of hair out of my eyes. “Sarah, you really are beautiful. And each time I saw you, so sad, at your desk, it killed me. Maria always wanted me, but you have so much that she'll never have.”

  My eyes well up, and I can feel unwanted tears forcing themselves on me again. I flick a tear away and laugh. “You're really too kind, Jack.”

  He moves closer again. “I'm not just being kind. I'm being honest. I've wanted to spend this time with you since you were hired.” We both move in for a kiss this time, butterflies dancing in my belly as his strong hands graze over my large breasts. I suddenly feel shame for my weight and I pull away.

  “What's wrong?”

  I turn away from him, crossing my arms. “Do you think I'm a fool? No billionaire, no man who could have any woman he wants, would want someone like me. I'm all lumps and fat.”

  Jack gasps as if I'd slapped him. “Sarah! I am turned on by your curves, not in spite of them! I want to explore them, get to know your whole, beautiful body. Your round butt drives me wild, your large thighs make me so hard I can't stand it. And your cleavage- god, your cleavage in this dress! Do you not understand what you're doing to me? I want you! I need you!”

  He leaps up and forces a kiss onto me, not that I mind too much after that rant. I melt into him, he melts into me. Our bodies become one and his hands again massage my large breasts, manipulating them and making the nipples stiffen. I can feel myself getting wet in my panties, and my body is aching to be touched elsewhere.

  “Come with me, Sarah.” He stands up and walks away, forcing me to scramble after him. We climb stairs and head into what must be the master bedroom, which houses a huge bed and a jacuzzi. Shutting the door behind me, Jack leads me to the bed where he lays me down and lays next to me. His hand on my stomach and his mouth on mine, I feel him stroke up and down my torso, each time going just a bit lower, but never touching my quim.

  The teasing drives me crazy, and I groan a bit louder each time he denies me the pleasure I so need. His hand slipping down my thighs a bit, it finally slips back up under my dress, his fingers playing along the lining of my panties. I whimper as he slowly lifts the panties up and slides his hand beneath them, gliding it over my smooth skin.

  “Good. I like a woman with a bald pussy.” His voice is a low growl, barely audible and filled with lust and power.

  I'm more turned on than I ever have been before, my whole body hot and almost buzzing with an intense desire. When he finally touches my clitoris, I shoot up and cry out. “Oh!” My legs instinctively open, giving him a clear view of my slit.

  His fingers are slick with my juice, and he slips one into my sopping hole as his thumb continues to make circles around my nub. I shake and let my body fall back onto the bed as he fingers me slowly, exploring my insides as if it were his first time. I glance down and find him admiring my body, using his other hand to rub his cock in his pants.

  With a moan, I feel his fingers manipulate my canal, pushing me closer and closer to a loud orgasm that comes rushing at me unexpectedly. I cover my mouth, trying to hold back my cry of pleasure, but he pulls it away. “I want to hear you, as loud as you need to be.” He keeps fingering me, making my orgasm last longer and longer, until he finally stops minutes later. I slowly go quiet again, and smile down at him.

  He inserts another finger, and then all 4 of his fingers are spreading my pussy wide. I'm being stretched so far. My hands grip at the bedsheets and my toes curl.

  He bows his head and I watch with glee as he slips it under my dress. Pulling my panties
to the side, he licks up my juices, the slurping noises coming from him dirty but sexy at the same time. As his tongue digs deep into my hole, his nose pleasures my clitoris more. I enjoy the gentler pleasure as he cleans my cum.

  When he pulls his head back out from under my skirt, he pulls my body down towards the edge of the bed, pushing my knees up. “I'm going to make love to you like no one ever has before. I'm going to show you just how much I love your body.”

  His pants fall, and then his boxers, and immediately his hand is gripped around a huge penis, the likes of which I've never seen before. My eyes widen a bit, but so do my legs.

  Jack spits in his hand, rubbing the spit onto his meat. Shining and slick now, he places it at my clit. The head is hot, and the way it rubs against me drives me wild. I writhe beneath him as he moves his meat up and down my slit, his precum and spit mixing with my own juices to make his cock very slippery.

  He leans over me, one hand holding him up and the other steadying his dick as it hits my hole and slowly enters me. I expect there to be pain, but I feel so comfortable right now that he slides right in, right up to my cervix.

  He stays there for a while, pushing further into me so while I sit up and kiss him. Our tongues dance as my body gets used to his penetration. I fight the urge to squirm and wiggle beneath him, wanting to wait until he's ready to start fucking me.

  His hand wraps around my neck and slams me down again. I look up at him with adoring eyes, my hands wrapped around his wrists as he strangles me and starts to fuck me. It's slow at first, then hard. He sucks on one of my nipples while he fucks me.

  The room is starting to go dark, and I try to pull his hands away from my throat. He pulls them away, then uses one to slap my left breast hard. I wince and gasp. He does it again to my right breast, then alternates back and forth until both of my tits are bright red and throbbing.