VIP: Taken By the Billionaire

by Tasha Fawkes

  I hit the icon and wait. It doesn’t take long for her to answer. “Hello?”

  “I’d like to see you this evening.”

  “I-I’m sorry,” she stutters. “I already have plans. It’s been so long, I hadn’t known. Perhaps tomorrow?”

  “Absolutely not,” I say abruptly, enjoying the dominance already. “You don’t speak unless spoken to, and you certainly don’t make suggestions,” I scold her. “I’ll tell you if, when, and where.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispers. “You’re in control as always, Sir.”

  “That’s right,” I growl back. “Don’t ever forget it.”

  “No, Sir.”

  “I’ll punish you for that another time – at my convenience, understood? In the meantime, you may wait for my call. I may call again, someday – if you’re lucky.” I disconnect before she can respond.

  The file somehow finds its way out of my briefcase and into my hands. I flip through its pages and find the address I remember seeing earlier.

  “Charles?”

  “Yes, sir?”

  “I’d like to go for a burger.” I give him the address and sit back. It goes against protocol, but what can it hurt? She doesn’t know who I am. I’ll just watch for a bit. I can’t wait until tomorrow. I must see her now.

  Charles drops me out front, and I walk into the bar. It takes no time at all to spot her, almost like the connection between us draws me to her. I sit in a far corner booth away from her section to watch her undetected.

  Look at her. She’s so fucking exquisite. She doesn’t belong here. Not doing some menial job like this. She should be mine to play with instead. I can picture her now, trussed up in my favorite VIP room of Club Fantasy – the hottest NYC sex club there is, and one of my regular hang-outs.

  In my mind, I can already picture her thighs as they shiver with anticipation of my touch. She won’t be able to see through the blindfold. I’ll alternate between stinging slaps and gentle caresses so that she’ll never know what’s coming next. Maybe she’ll beg for me to stop.

  Maybe she’ll beg for more.

  My raging hard-on needs an adjustment, and as I do that and prepare to go rescue Daniela to show her how good I can make a life for her, my phone buzzes. Well, fuck. Madame X’s icon flashes on the screen.

  “Hello?” I answer.

  “Sir,” Madame X says. I can hear the frustration in her voice already. “I know that you’re a new client, but I have to insist that you follow our guidelines. You’re not following protocol by being there. Without our procedures being followed, we’re unable to guarantee discretion.”

  “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking clearly.” I apologize sincerely, then it hits me, and I sit up straighter. “How did you know I was here?”

  “You’re not the only one who can afford private eyes, Mr. Tyler,” Madam X reminds me. “Now leave. I’ll be in touch tomorrow.” She disconnects before I can reply.

  For a moment, I consider ignoring Madame X’s instructions and stealing Daniela away anyway, but I manage to control myself. Charles waits in the car outside, and I climb in. As I do, my phone pings.

  Freed myself up tonight if you still want to play.

  Interesting. My dick sure could use some relief.

  Be at the club in ten minutes.

  “Charles, change of plans.”

  ***

  She waits for me as instructed. I don’t speak when I enter the room, and she knows better than to do so as well. For some reason, seeing her spread out and waiting for me has an opposite effect than intended. She’s beautiful, yes…but she’s not what I want. Not who I want.

  Not even close.

  This is different than my encounter with Alexia. Even picturing Daniela, I can’t bring myself to want to fuck the woman before me.

  No, I won’t fuck her. That’s what she wants anyway. I’ll punish her, however, and get myself off in the process.

  I walk across the room and pick a riding crop from the wall. Upon my approach, I loosen the button on my slacks and undo my zipper. One of us is getting off, but not her. It’s the perfect punishment and the perfect solution.

  The crop hits her ass with a solid thwack, and she jumps. I know I use a bit more force than usual – than necessary – but I don’t care. She takes it, not even using a safe word, so I do it again. I watch the cheeks of her ass brighten and begin to stroke myself. I hit her again. She doesn’t cry out but jumps, a small cry escaping this time. Her ass gets redder, and I pump my dick harder in my hand. Yeah, this is exactly what the doctor ordered.

  It takes maybe five more good whacks – and more than that many strokes – until my hot cum shoots all over her ass and back. She trembles in anticipation – probably thinking she’s going to be fucked now, only she won’t.

  Fixing my pants, I return the riding crop to the wall. A glance from the door tells me I did the right thing. She remains still, her need palpable. It’ll go wanting, just like her.

  I slip out the door and make it halfway down the hall before I hear her call out. It’s almost amusing, but not so much that I pause before I turn the corner and hear the door open. Her sigh hits me even at this distance, but it doesn’t upset me. If anything, it satisfies me. No, it relieves me.

  I may have gotten off for now, but it’s not what I wanted. I’m not used to not getting what I want, when I want it. If I must suffer, then so should she for forgetting her place – for forgetting who’s in charge here.

  I call the shots, damn it.

  Feeling like a fucking toddler, I climb into the car and instruct Charles to take us home. After a hot shower, I climb into bed and try not to think of the absurdity of my actions over the past couple of days. From Alexia to tonight’s little submissive escapade…fucking has never been a problem for me. Not fucking, nor getting fucked. Yet for some reason, my dick seems to have its sight set on one specific woman.

  I don’t like it. It’s like my body is betraying me. Maybe I just need to get her out of my system. Yes, that must be it. A few good rounds of sex with Daniela, and I’ll be good as new. She’ll become just another outlet, just another face. It may sound cruel, but she’ll be well compensated when I’m through with her. I’m not a complete dick. Everything that we do will be worth her while.

  It’s not like one woman can change me. I’m Jase fucking Tyler. Women are supposed to fall to their knees before me. There’s no way some country bumpkin will be able to bring me to mine.

  That thought relieves some of my anxiety. A smile even crosses my face when I think about seeing her tomorrow…being able to touch her, smell her…taste her.

  The thoughts lull me off into sleep. I dream about her, about playing out everything my mind has concocted since I tasted her sweet body. Even in my dreams, she’s soft. Her eyes beg me to show her more.

  And I happily comply.

  Chapter 9 – Daniela

  My phone goes off as I step out of the shower. It’s Aria.

  “Hey, can you meet me for coffee?”

  I don’t have any plans, so I agree. She tells me where to go, and I let her know that I’ll be there as soon as I can. It doesn’t take me long to get ready, even though I don’t exactly rush.

  Aria waits for me. “I already ordered,” she says as I note the two cups of coffee, and...is that two shots?

  “I see that,” I say, waiting for her to bring up the alcohol.

  She grins, reading my mind. “We’re getting started early today, that’s all. And you…” she gently pokes my shoulder with her finger, “are coming out with me tonight.”

  I shake my head. “I can’t. I have to work.”

  “Get out of it,” Aria instructs me, like blowing off a job is an everyday occurrence.

  “No can do,” I tell her. “My manager is pissed at me, so he gave me the awesome job of filing all the receipts from the past month. The accountant shows up tomorrow, so there’s no way I can get out of it. It has to be done tonight.”

  Aria taps her nails on the t
abletop and seems to consider my problem. “I can fix this. Be right back.” She grabs her phone and struts away.

  Suddenly, that shot looks awfully appealing. For lack of anything better to do, I slam it down, then shrug and slam Aria’s too.

  By the time I place her empty shot glass back onto the table, Aria struts back over to me. “Done and done,” she announces with a cat that ate the canary grin.

  “What?” The booze must have hit me fast. I can’t have heard her right. “How?”

  “C’mon.” She grabs her coffee and hands me mine. “Show me those files.”

  I shake my head but allow her to lead me along. “Okay. If you say so.”

  “I do,” Aria insists. She’s so fucking weird sometimes.

  Fifteen minutes later, we arrive at my job.

  “Good. He’s already here.” Aria leads me to a middle-aged man sitting at the bar.

  “Daniela, this is my accountant.” Aria introduces us. “He’s here to fulfill all of your filing needs.”

  I gape at her. “You’re insane.”

  “Maybe,” Aria laughs. “But I promise you, he’s more than capable.”

  “You’re going to pay him to do my job just so I can go out with you tonight?” I ask, still in shock.

  “Yep,” Aria answers with a lift of her shoulder.

  I suppose it’s incredibly generous of her and hard to argue with. “Erm…thanks?” It comes out as more of a question than an actual show of gratitude, but Aria doesn’t seem to care.

  “You’re welcome. Now come on.” She tugs my arm. “Show my accountant the files and let’s get out of here. We have a busy day.”

  ***

  Aria’s idea of a “busy day” has my head spinning. It begins with us both getting our nails done. I figure it’s just some girl-bonding thing until she rushes us out.

  “We’re going to be late!”

  “Late?” I ask in confusion. “Late for what?”

  She hurries me along as she explains. “I got you in to see Roberto, the best hair designer in Manhattan, and we absolutely can’t be late.”

  “Oh,” I reply as though that explains everything. Aria has this way about her. Like she can handle anything, and you have no choice but to listen to her. So I do.

  Less than a half hour later, I’m in Roberto’s chair.

  “What are we doing here?” he asks Aria more than me.

  Aria grins. “The works.”

  Roberto grins back. “I love when you bring me presents.” He looks at me now. “Especially ones this pretty. You, my dear, are going to make the men go crazy when I’m done with you.”

  I laugh nervously. I have no idea if I want men going crazy.

  Regardless of everything, Roberto certainly knows his stuff. I’m a bundle of nerves through the color – dying my hair isn’t a normal thing for me – but he insists they’re just highlights and lowlights to bring out my natural hue. For the actual haircut, my concern is that it’ll be too short. As Roberto makes his way around my head, I relax. It’s not too short at all. If anything, it has new life in it now.

  Roberto releases me from his chair with a flourish of a smock and winks at Aria. “Be sure to stop and see June before you go.”

  “Of course,” Aria assures him before turning to me. “You look incredible. How do you feel?”

  “Great,” I answer honestly, “better than great. I feel stylish and sophisticated and…” I toss my head and watch the layers fall back into place. “Sexy.”

  “Good. Let’s go see June.”

  “Who’s June?” I try to ask, but Aria hurries me along too quickly.

  It turns out June is an older man with a knack for makeup. Forty minutes later, I barely recognize the woman in the mirror.

  “Holy fuck.”

  “What she said,” Aria mumbles from behind me and gives herself a shake. “Daniela, you look absolutely delectable.”

  I blush as I remember that Aria swings both ways. Somehow that makes her compliment even better. “Thanks.”

  “Now let’s go find an outfit worthy of you for tonight. We’ll grab a bite first,” Aria says, grabbing my arm. “We have a bit of time now.”

  “Are you my Fairy Godmother?” I ask her in complete seriousness.

  Aria laughs. “No, baby girl. I’m just here to make your life a little more pleasurable.”

  We grab a quick lunch and Aria drags me into a store that’s a heck of a lot posher than I’m used to.

  “Aria, where the hell are you taking me tonight, my queen?” I ask as she hands me yet another ridiculously expensive dress.

  Aria shakes her head as I pull the dress up. “Definitely not that one,” she says and gives me a soft smile. “Be patient, hon. You’ll find out soon enough.”

  ***

  The music in the club is loud but catchy. It’s all a little surreal, but I really do feel fantastic…which is good because I definitely feel like people are staring at me.

  “Here.” Aria hands me a drink. “Relax, babe.”

  “People are staring,” I say to her under my breath and take a swig of my drink.

  “That’s because you’re stunning,” Aria assures me. “In fact, it looks like we have our first suitor.”

  I follow her line of sight. Okay, he’s hot. Maybe all this attention isn’t so bad after all.

  “Hi, I’m Josh.” The hot guy introduces himself, his eyes not leaving mine.

  “Hi, Josh,” Aria pipes in. “I’m Aria, and this beautiful creature is Daniela.”

  I blush at Aria’s description. “Hi.”

  Josh holds out his hand in my direction. “Would you like to dance?” This surprises the fuck out of me, I won’t lie. Aria is super-model gorgeous.

  “Me?”

  He nods and extends his hand farther.

  I glance at Aria, who is grinning like a maniac. “Go have fun.”

  “Okay.” I finish my drink and allow Josh to lead me into the throng of gyrating people. At first, Josh remains respectful. As we continue to dance, he grows bolder. His hands slip up and down my body when he spins me around to face him.

  “Let’s get out of here,” he says, his hands tightening on my arms. I look around and notice we’re now on the edge of the dance floor. I search for Aria but don’t see her anywhere. “I have a bottle of JD in the car.” Even while he’s talking, he’s pulling me toward the door. “Let’s go drink it and fuck all night.”

  I feel my eyebrow rise. It could be a tempting offer if he wasn’t being such a dick about it. “Um, no thanks. I need to find my friend.”

  I jerk away from his grasp and manage to only take one step away before his hand clamps around my upper arm. “I think you will. Otherwise, I’d have to consider you a cock-tease.”

  My mouth falls open. Did he just say what I think he said? “I don’t fucking think so.”

  “You fucking cunt,” Josh says with an ugly sneer. “Just another fucking stupid dick tease.” He gives my upper arm a firm shake now, hard enough that my teeth click together.

  “Let me go. You’re hurting me.”

  Before he can answer, a voice cuts in. “Excuse me. I think that you should unhand the lady.”

  “Who gives a fuck what you think?” Josh asks but releases my arm to face the stranger.

  “Watch your language.” The man’s voice is low and lethal.

  “Or what?” Josh asks and lunges towards the man. But before he reaches his target a bouncer grabs him from behind. Unfortunately, he doesn’t reach him before Josh knocks me down. I brace for impact, but it never comes.

  What I hit instead is a wall of warmth. Strong arms wrap around me and fluster my thoughts. They feel so familiar. I look up to find that my heroic stranger is incredibly handsome.

  “Are you okay?” he asks as he helps me to my feet.

  “I am now,” I say, breathless. “Thank you.”

  Josh wrestles himself free from the bouncer. “Hey! What are you doing with my girl?”

  The stranger chuck
les as he approaches Josh. Only it’s not a sound of amusement, rather one of warning. He grabs his shirt. “I don’t think she’s your girl anymore,” the stranger growls. “Now walk away or be thrown out. The choice is yours.”

  He lets go of Josh, who stands there for a moment, clearly considering his options. I hold my breath until he turns and walks away.

  The stranger approaches me. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

  “Yes, thank you again.”

  “I’m glad I was here. The pleasure was all mine.” He winks, and my insides flutter at the small movement.

  “I’m Daniela,” I say and feel my phone go off. Out of habit, I check it and frown.

  “Everything okay?” my hero asks.

  “Yeah.” I smile up at him. “My friend just had to leave is all. I should be on my way too.”

  “Maybe I should see you to your door. In case anyone else assaults you on your way.” I can hear the teasing in his words.

  “I’d appreciate that,” I say honestly. I don’t know why I feel such automatic trust in this man – I don’t even know his name yet – but I do trust him. It’s there, and it’s real.

  He holds out his arm, and I slip mine through. A spark of energy travels straight down my spine to my nether regions. The cool night air helps snap me out of it.

  “Which way are we going?” he asks.

  I give him my address, and we walk together through the city streets. For once, I’m completely unaware of the people around me. I feel safe, like this gentleman can protect me from anything anyone throws at me. In a way, it’s humbling.

  We arrive at my building, and I release his arm. “Thank you, again.”

  “You’re very welcome, Daniela. Again, the pleasure was all mine,” he says softly and gruffly all at once.

  For a moment, I think he’s going to kiss me but instead trails a finger down the side of my face. I lean into his touch, wishing I had it in me to invite him upstairs. He seems like just the man to scratch this itch that’s been driving me crazy.

  “Until we meet again, gorgeous,” he says.

  I know I shouldn’t, but there’s just something about him that pulls me in. It’s as if his body attracts mine with some unseen magnetism. Before I know it, I’m in his arms, my lips pressing to his.