On His Orders (The Billionaire's Way)

by Sloan, C. T.

  “I wanted you. She was holding me back.”

  “So you violently attack a woman who could easily snap you into two.”

  “If that’s what it takes to get you on top of me. Yes.”

  I look to the side and see the blonde buttoning her blouse back up. Surprisingly, the stewardess is not as shaken up as I thought she would be. Mr. Peak grabs my chin and forces me to make eye contact with him.

  He kisses me.

  “I am very proud of you, cupcake. You are showing your loyalty to me. You are entitled to a little reward,” he says as he kisses my neck.

  Mr. Peak runs his tongue down to my chest.

  Then he moves lower.

  And lower.

  Oh fuck!

  I close my eyes as the billionaire runs his tongue into the place where I want it most. I claw the leather chairs and grit my teeth. I arch my back. Dammit, he’s not good. He’s the fucking best. I moan. I scream. I cum.

  Now, I begin to cry. A man has never run my mind, my body and my soul through such a gauntlet of emotions. All I know is that I will do anything for Mr. Peak. I would die for him.

  The billionaire stands up and calmly grabs a drink. The blonde puts on her jacket and gets back to work. I just lie there feeling my heart bang against my chest. I slowly pull the seat into the upright position. No one seems to be concerned that I am sweaty and completely naked. So I just sit there, basking in the afterglow of orgasm.

  It takes me about five minutes before I get self-conscious and decide to get dressed again. The blonde stewardess serves me a glass of cold water as though we didn’t just fight to the death less than 30 minutes ago. Weird.

  Just as I down that ice cold water, Mr. Peak swivels my chair so that I am facing him. I straighten my posture and give my boss the full attention he deserves. “You have shown yourself to be a worthy student. Your real test is now ahead of you.”

  “What do you expect of me, Mr. Peak?”

  My boss reaches into his pocket and pulls out a gold coin. “What do you know about gold?”

  “It makes really nice jewelry and I know it’s worth a lot of money,” I say meekly.

  “Gerald Lovell owns more of this than any private citizen in the world. He owns gold as physical bullion. But more importantly, he owns hundreds of mines on five continents. He is obsessed with owning every gold mine he can possibly get his hands on.” Mr. Peak puts the coin back into his pocket and takes a sip of his Vodka. “Some of my spies tell me that Mr. Lovell is about to buy a major mining company. I want to know the name of that mining company. I plan to buy that company out before Mr. Lovell has the chance to put in his bid. That’s where you come in.”

  “How may I assist you, Mr. Peak?” I ask ever ready to serve my master.

  “Mr. Lovell loves gold, he loves alcohol and he loves women.” My billionaire boss leans in and grabs my hand. “And he particularly likes young, naive looking girls like you. As soon as we arrive at Mr. Lovell’s estate, he will want to fuck you. Your job will be simple - get him drunk, find out the name of that junior mining company and then come back to me with that information. As far as Sir Gerald knows, I am just flying into Maui to look at acquiring some property. But the real mission is to acquire information from Sir Gerald. That’s your mission, Sarah.”

  I smile. I am so ready to please Mr. Peak. “Consider it done, Sir.”

  Mr. Peak stands up. He walks to the back of the plane. What the hell is he doing? My boss reaches into a bag and pulls out what appears to be a horse whip. He walks back to his chair and holds the whip in his hand. I am nervous. I am exhilarated.

  My boss takes the whip and whaps me right on my right thigh. “Ah!” I moan. My boss takes the edge of the whip and points it right at my neck. He leans in and growls, “Under no circumstances are you to fuck him. If you do, I will do bad things to you. Is that understood?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  I get up from my chair and relax into my boss’s massive arms. I lie there like his little pet while he strokes my hair. I want to show him that I am his loyal servant. While we cuddle, I can feel his animal heart, beating like a drum. He is a tiger at rest. But still, a tiger.

  ***

  “Welcome to Kapalua, Sarah.” Mr. Peak’s voice echoes in my head.

  I slowly open my eyes. Wow. Was I asleep all that time? I wake up in Mr. Peak’s strong arms.

  He directs me to the window next to his seat. I look outside and see the island of Maui. What a sight.

  “You better take your seat,” my boss advises.

  Not one to disappoint my master, I do as he says. I strap myself in as the Gulfstream descends onto the airstrip.

  We land faster than I thought. The plane wastes no time rolling over to its final stop. This certainly is not like flying commercial. Under a minute later, the cabin door is open and we are ready to depart. Nice!

  Mr. Peak exits the aircraft first. I follow. The warm ocean air splashes across my face as I set my eyes on Kapalua. Oh, I am going to like this. A group of fast moving baggage handlers gather Mr. Peak’s rather formable luggage set. Of course, the familiar Louis Vuitton pattern catches my eye. There must be about $50,000 worth of baggage right there.

  Out of nowhere, a fleet of large luxury automobiles arrive right next to the plane. I am unfamiliar with the make of the cars. We get inside and I see the Maybach logo all over the place. My big boss certainly doesn’t travel cheap.

  Mr. Peak reclines his rear seat, relaxing his legs on the foot rest. I look around for the controls which will allow me to do the same. Wait a minute. Would my boss approve? Or will I be taking too many liberties? I sit up straight and just admire the view of the island.

  Mr. Peak is busy checking his messages on his iPhone. The fleet of Maybach sedans speeds down the road. The drivers must be commiting about twenty moving violations. My guess is that law enforcement is not going to pull them over.

  The Maybach turns on to a lone road. I wonder where we are going? “We have arrived at Sir Gerald’s Private Estate, Mr. Peak,” the driver announces. Good God. I look out the window and all I see is land and ocean. Where the fuck is his mansion?!

  A full minute passes before I see the sprawling mansion itself. It’s not the big and imposing classic residence painting in my mind. The home itself is low and long, stretching across the coastline. Very cool.

  The Maybachs come to a halt and the doors open. I exit behind Mr. Peak. The white water waves of the Pacific ring through my ears. We are less than fifty feet from the water. The home, the water and the sand seem to be at complete harmony with each other. Seriously, I could spend the rest of my life here.

  A very large and I mean non-human sized looking Hawaiian guy escorts us towards the house. However, the six-foot, eight-inch, five hundred pound man walks us around the estate towards the beach. Damn, I wanted to see the house. But, hot damn, look at that view of the beach.

  We see a tall, well-built guy with flowing sandy hair, cargo shorts and a loose fitting cabana shirt standing towards the ocean. He turns and walks towards us. I don’t need any introduction. This man has swagger. This man has billionaire swagger. Yes, I know I am looking at Sir Gerald Lovell.

  “Welcome to my island, Mate,” the Aussie tycoon says in a voice that could shake every palm tree around him. I look at my boss and see him stare down the other billionaire. For the first time, I see my billionaire interacting with someone who is his equal.

  The two hulking billionaires shake hands. It’s that sort of aggressive “bro” handshake that kinda shows two alpha male angling for control. Sir Gerald is as big and as strong looking as my Mr. Peak. However, that’s where the similarities end.

  The Aussie billionaire’s wild hair and beard, casual clothing and wild gestures are a complete contrast to the reserved, silent and clean-cut appearance of my boss.

  “Look at this estate. Just fucking look at it. I got it for just under $50 million. That’s a bargain!” Sir Gerald screams over the surf. Mr. Peak smiles and nod
s his approval of the gorgeous beachside property.

  Suddenly, Sir Gerald looks at me. His blue eyes take in my small frame and my unkempt hair.

  “Sir Gerald. May I introduce you to my associate Miss Sarah Salamuri,” my boss says as he places his right hand on my shoulder.

  The Aussie billionaire extends his hand. I look up at him and shake hands knowing full well that I am here on a mission to extract information from Sir Gerald.

  “You are a lovely little thing,” the Aussie says as he looks down at me. I smile shyly. Damn, these billionaires really know how to effortlessly charm and intimidate with a simple sentence and a gesture.

  Mr. Peak and Sir Gerald walk off on their own to discuss “Billionaire Business.” I am invited inside the house by the big Hawaiian man.

  “My name is Loki. I am the manager of the estate. Do not hesitate to contact me with any questions or concerns,” the big man says as he leads into the house through the patio area.

  We walk inside and I am charmed by the rather laid back set-up of the home. Sir Gerald has dozens of palm trees inside as well as a really cool indoor waterfall running right down the center of the living room.

  Loki escorts me down a hall. We walk into a large suite. “Is this Sir Gerald’s Master Bedroom?” I ask.

  “This is your suite. Enjoy!” Loki says.

  Wow. Just wow. The house manager opens the large sliding glass doors, leading to the sand and the surf. I walk into the bathroom which is - I kid you not - larger than my apartment on Venice Beach. This is all just too much.

  The house manager opens the door. A servant brings in a set of Prada luggage. “We understand you didn’t have any baggage so we have secured you a wardrobe for your stay,” Loki explains as he directs the servant to set the luggage on a table.

  My head is just spinning now. Then I slap myself back to reality. I need to focus. Mr. Peak expects me to perfect. And I intend to follow my billionaire’s orders without fail.

  I walk into the bathroom and take a shower. When I go back into the bedroom, I open the luggage and find an enviable collection of casual clothing. A cute white cotton dress calls out to me. Yes, I believe that this will do the job.

  I put on the dress and look into the mirror. Dammit. I look really nice. The ocean breeze playfully flips around the skirt and presses the little dress against my body. If this doesn’t seduce Sir Gerald, nothing will get the job done.

  I walk back outside and see the two billionaires enjoying cigars right up along the surf. Sir Gerald is barefoot while Mr. Peak is still wearing his impeccable black dress shoes. The Aussie billionaire looks over at me. He gives me a really long stare. It scares me. I believe this dress is doing its job a little too well.

  All of a sudden, Sir Gerald couldn’t be bothered with the conversation he was having with my boss.

  “I personally picked out that dress for you Sarah,” Mr. Peak says with a smile.

  Sir Gerald looks me up and down. “I take you two are more than mere associates.”

  Mr. Peak doesn’t respond to Sir Gerald’s statement. Instead, my boss runs his hands through my hair, wordlessly declaring his ownership of me. The Aussie billionaire takes a puff of his cigar while he paints my body with his eyes. Sir Gerald doesn’t seem at all intimidated by Mr. Peak’s presence. The Aussie continues to leer at my body, almost daring my boss to say something. I begin to get uncomfortable. Sir Gerald finally breaks the tension with a simple declaration. “Let’s drink.”

  We watch the sun set over the Pacific as all three of us empty several bottles of Chateau Petrus worth more than my Honda Civic. At about Midnight, my head is spinning. Mr. Peak leans in and says, “Excuse yourself and go to your room.”

  I dutifully stand up and say, “Sir Gerald, thank you so much for the lovely evening. I understand you probably have much to discuss privately with Mr. Peak so I shall excuse myself.”

  Sir Gerald stands up and cradles his drink as he wishes me off. “You have delighted me with your presence this evening. It’s a shame that I won’t be able to lay my eyes on you for the rest of the night. But I understand that LA to Maui flight can take a lot out of a person. Even when it’s on one of Ryan’s Gulfstreams.” The Aussie billionaire stands and stares at me while I walk away. Even though I can’t see him, I can feel his eyes just leering at my ass.

  When I get back to my oceanfront suite, I plop down on the bed and close my eyes. The ocean air feels so nice against my body. The serenity of Kapalua beach - along with all that wine - makes me feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven. There is only one thing that can top this moment - a jacuzzi bath!

  I go into the bathroom and slip out of my dress. The tub spa is just inviting and decadent. I turn on the water and wait for the tub to fill up. After a few minutes of watching the water dance around the jacuzzi, I climb inside.

  Now that I am gone from the table, I wonder what Mr. Peak and Sir Gerald must be disussing? Surely, they know one is trying to gain an advantage over the other. Then it occurs to me, don’t these men have enough money? Don’t they have enough power? Perhaps that is the secret to these Alpha lions - enough is never enough. Dominance is in their blood.

  I finish my bath and insert myself in the most luxurious robe that my flesh has ever felt. Oh, I want to steal this robe so badly. It feels like I’ve been stuffed into the belly of a rabbit. As, I slip my feet into the equally cozy matching pair of slippers, I hear a knock on my bedroom door.

  I skip over to the door and open it. Sir Gerald stands there with his right hand over his eyes. “I hope you are decent,” the Aussie billionaire says innocently.

  “I am somewhat indecent,” I tell him.

  He playfully takes a peek between his fingers and laughs.

  Alright, I am fucking charmed by this guy. The man’s wild hair, beard and devilish smile is really starting to win me over.

  Sir Gerald walks inside my suite with something behind his back.

  “Forgive me but I forgot one of the seminal traditions given to visitors of the Hawaiian Islands,” the Aussian billionaire says. The man pulls out a colorful lei necklace and places it around my neck.

  We both laugh.

  Sir Gerald takes his fingers and begins to play with the flowers on the necklace. Then his fingers start to rub against the robe. As much as I am turned on by this sturdy mountain of a man, my loyalty belongs entirely to Mr. Peak.

  I ever so gently move backwards. This doesn’t stop the rugged Aussie. He gives me a wide grin and says, “You are a new associate to Mr. Peak. And any young girl would rightly be impressed by his wealth, his power and his charm. Of course my wealth and power exceeds his. Plus, I would like to think of myself as being a bit more charming.”

  Now it’s my chance to play my hand. “Perhaps you are only interested in me because I am the one possession of Mr. Peak’s which you can’t have for youself.”

  The Aussie’s masisve chest begins to heave. It turns me on but it also makes me take another step backwards. Billionaires, apparently, don’t like to have their abilities questioned when it comes to money, power and women.

  Sir Gerald’s blue eyes blaze like fire. “I can buy your boss many times over. At any moment, I can break his fund the way a bear breaks the back of a lion. I own more gold than any other single human being on the planet. I own mines in Mexico, South Africa, Zambia, Australia, Russia, America, and Canada. Soon I will be adding more countries to that list. What does your Mr. Peak own? A couple of mines in Canada, Mexico and Bolivia? Ha! I owned mines in three countries when I was just 24.”

  “Well, some lucky girls get gold. It sounds like the special lady in your life will get her own gold mine.”

  Sir Gerald moves in closer. He wraps his strong arms around me. “There are many women who compete for that title. You are one of the few who seems, well, reluctant.”

  “My relationship with Mr. Peak is rather complicated.”

  “Well, it is about to become even more so,” the Aussie tycoon says as he leans
down and kisses me on the mouth. I can feel that sting from my boss’s horsewhip. If I fuck Sir Gerald, then there will be consequences.

  My body pushes itself away while my mind is in complete conflict. This man is wealthier, more brash and possibly crazier than my Mr. Peak. Where do my loyalties lie?

  The Aussie seems to be both aggravated and enticed by my resistance.

  My feet take little steps back until my spine is right up against the wall. Strangely, Sir Gerald moves away and walks towards one of the large chairs. He pulls the chair about five feet in front of me and sits himself down. “You are quite a slippery little girl. I like that. Or perhaps you are a little shy.”