The Billionaire's Little Secret

by Carmen Quick

  That night, for the first time, I stayed at Mr. Forsythe’s house. He held onto me throughout the night, and smiled when I kissed him and called him Sheldon. (I’d figured it out now, and I was allowed to call him Sheldon when we weren’t ‘in scene’ or conversing at work.) He even took me shopping the next morning, to buy a new dress for work. At around ten a.m., as I was working away at my desk, I got a delivery. A dozen orange lilies. The card attached to them contained an address, and there was a key inside.

  ‘Aw, how sweet,’ said Tegan. ‘Did your boyfriend send you them to congratulate you on your shorthand exam?’

  Something like that, I thought, and nodded.

  ‘Man, I wish my girlfriend would do something like that,’ she said dreamily.

  In my morning break, while snacking on a pack of pistachios, as instructed by Sheldon, I went outside to stand in the sunshine. I took a slow, confident walk around the block. I couldn’t believe how far I’d come in a month. I’d got an amazing job. A new qualification. I’d had sex! But most of all, and this was really the most important part of all, something had shifted inside of me. By allowing myself to trust Sheldon Forsythe, to completely surrender to him, letting him dominate and even degrade me in each of our scenes, I’d actually become more sure of myself outside of them.

  I’d realized how strong I was. And that strength didn’t always have to come from shouting the loudest, wearing the most make-up, pushing my way to the front of the queue… I had found my strength, and my peace, in having the courage to submit to another. And the more that Mr. Forsythe grabbed me, whipped me, and called me names, the more I trusted him, because our bonds strengthened. I knew, too, that I had the power to stop it at any time. That, although it was real, it wasn’t ‘the full story’. The full story was that he loved me. And I, deep down, knew how I felt about him too.

  This was the start of a completely new chapter of my life. Lilly Smith, finally, had stopped worrying about other people’s opinions of her, and she was going to get tied up and spanked and fucked by her boss as much as possible. For as long as he wanted.

  It had been a shock, really, that he’d decided to fuck me at all. He’d been clear about the fact that sex hadn’t been a part of the deal. But at he’d told me last night, before fucking me again (twice in one night!), on the comfort of his satin sheets, he had been ‘overwhelmed’ by me. This was as big a thing for Sheldon as it was for me.

  I took out my cell phone as I walked, knowing that there was one last thing I had to do.

  At first he didn’t pick up, and I almost lost my nerve and hung up. But I took a few deep breaths, and waited.

  ‘Kieron.’

  ‘What the hell happened last night, Lilly? I waited at that restaurant for over an hour.’

  ‘Kieron, I need to talk to you.’

  ‘I’m not sure there’s anything worth saying, is there? You stood me up. You’re playing some sort of game with me. I thought you were different, Lilly, but you’re just as bad as all the rest.’

  ‘I understand you’re angry,’ I said calmly. ‘And I don’t blame you. But I owe you an explanation, and I think I should give it to you in person.’

  There was a pause. ‘Right. Fine. Whatever, Lilly. I’ll meet you if you want. But you’d better turn up this time.’

  ‘I will. I promise. Let’s meet tonight.’ I gave him the address, and then hung up, feeling better about having faced up to the situation like an adult. No more running away.

  My break was almost over. Instead of going straight back into the building, though, I stopped on the pavement outside, for a few moments, and looked up at the great, glass building where I worked. Mr. Forsythe’s empire. I felt a warm glow, deep inside, and then I walked in, ready for work. Then, before returning to my desk, I went to the bathroom, and did the other thing that Mr. Forsythe had asked of me.

  *

  I sat on my new, cream chaise longue, looking at the view out of my window. I still felt a faint tingle of dizziness when I looked at a view from high up. My brand new penthouse apartment was on the thirty-third floor of a newly-built luxury block downtown, just a five minute walk from work. I’d only been in here ten minutes, but already the place felt like home. Sheldon had left a bottle of champagne in the fridge for me, and I’d helped myself to a glass. There was also an assortment of magazines left out on the coffee table for me, clean linen and towels by the bed, and not a speck of dust anywhere. Apparently, the apartment block even had its own swimming pool, which I intended to try out as soon as I could.

  I hadn’t broken the news to my parents yet. It was going to be a big thing for them, having me move out. But I knew they’d understand. I couldn’t stay their little girl forever. And I couldn’t rely on Sheldon for everything, either. But I was hardly about to move straight into his apartment with him, and this seemed like a good intermediary step. If I kept at my job, kept at my shorthand exams and became a full-blown journalist at Global, like Tegan, I’d soon be a woman of independent means, anyway.

  I took a sip of champagne, trying not to get too nervous about Kieron’s imminent arrival. The main reason for my nerves, was the large, puffy diaper between my legs, hiding under my skirt. It had made me walk a little bit oddly on my way back home, but overall, I felt like I’d gotten away with it. I had a few odd looks, but that couldn’t have been because of my diaper. I’d made a mild crinkly sound, but I didn’t think anyone had noticed that.

  At that moment, there was a knock at the front door.

  I walked over my new polished pine floor, sliding on my stockings on purpose as I went, enjoying the feeling of skating in my own home. There was definitely a plastic sound as I walked. I was going to have to be careful. I looked through the peephole in the door, and saw Kieron, nervously fiddling with his collar, scowling. I opened the door.

  ‘Kieron,’ I said. ‘Thank you for coming.’ I gave him a hug, but could tell he wasn’t in the mood.

  ‘Come in,’ I said, pointing at the sofa beside the chaise longue. ‘Please, take a seat.’

  Now I thought about it sensibly, leaving a glass of champagne on the coffee table had probably been a bad idea. I didn’t want to rub his nose in it too much. On the other hand, I didn’t want to hide anything else from him, so I decided to stick to my guns and be honest. ‘Can I get you a drink, Kieron?’ I asked ‘I’ve got champagne in the fridge. There’s red wine too…’

  ‘I’ll have whatever you’re having,’ Kieron said moodily, looking at my champagne with disdain.

  ‘Sure.’ I walked over to the kitchen and poured him out a generous glassful, and then went over to the chaise-longue, handing him the glass. How strange, to be wearing a diaper in public like this, as I was about to drink champagne. I could feel my bladder was already starting to fill, just at the thought of it.

  ‘Cheers,’ Kieron said, meaning thanks – he certainly wasn’t about to click glasses with me in celebration. ‘So, Lilly, would you mind telling me what the feck is going on here?’ He looked around at my brand new luxury home in confusion. I felt weirdly like, by wearing the diaper like daddy wanted in front of the man I’d nearly left him for, I was harmlessly apologising to Mr. Forsythe. I felt a mild rubbing between my legs as I shifted around. It was so erotic, having this fabric rubbing against my pussy all day long.

  ‘I owe you an apology, Kieron,’ I said. ‘I’ve been very confused about my feelings towards you, and I’m afraid I haven’t treated you very fairly.’

  Kieron took a big swig of his drink. ‘Well you’re right about that,’ he said snappily.

  I decided I needed to get to the heart of the matter, as quickly as possible. Like ripping off a Band-Aid. ‘The problem is, Kieron, there’s someone else.’

  Kieron took another mouthful of champagne. ‘I knew it. Some high-flyin’ journo at Global? Some slick, smooth-talker who showed you around on your first day?’

  ‘Almost,’ I said, looking down at my fingers, drumming nervously on my skirt. ‘It’s Sheldon Forsythe.’
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  Kieron’s face turned, in an instant, to a ghostly shade of white, then it flushed a bright, bloody red. ‘Sheldon Forsythe? Your boss? The billionaire?’

  I had to try very hard to hide a smile as I nodded. Just hearing someone else say his name was enough to make me giddy. ‘Yes,’ I replied softly. ‘That’s the one.’

  ‘You know that guy’s meant to be a total pervert,’ spat Kieron. ‘I know this woman at Global – Nisha – and she says-’

  ‘Nisha has left Global,’ I cut in. ‘And I know all about it. Anyway, he’s not a pervert.’ As I shifted my seat, the unmistakable sound of crinkly plastic broke out across the room. Kieron looked around for a moment. Then looked as if he were concentrating. He was obviously having a hard time computing all this.

  ‘So, what, you’re fucking him?’

  I didn’t want to lie to Kieron, but it wasn’t easy to come out and tell the truth either. I let the flush of my cheeks reveal my honest answer. ‘I wasn’t, Kieron,’ I said, ‘until last night, but then…’

  ‘You stood me up so you could go and fuck your billionaire boss?’ Kieron spat. ‘Lilly, you’ve got to be kidding me. I can’t believe you brought me here for this. What do you want me to say, for feck’s sake?

  I drank a little of my champagne now, feeling the tiny bubbles exploding on the tip of my tongue, where words were not. ‘I… I wanted to tell the truth. I thought I wanted something to happen between you and me, but… I’ve got feelings for Mr. Forsythe too. I don’t know what’s going to happen with him yet, Kieron, but I’m afraid that last night I made my choice. The circumstances under which I made it – standing you up and leaving you waiting in an Italian restaurant all night weren’t great, I grant you, but–’

  ‘No,’ Kieron said, putting his glass on the coffee table and standing up. ‘They weren’t. Look, I don’t know why you had to invite me here to tell me that. I mean, where even is this? Is this his place?’

  I couldn’t help a little smirk. This place, luxurious as it was, was nothing compared to Sheldon’s apartment. And I’d found out, when talking to him about it last night, that it was just one of seven apartments he had, scattered across the world. Including one in Japan. One which he promised to take me to with him, one day. ‘I invite you here because I’d like to be your friend,’ I said. ‘And this is my place,’ I added, ‘for now. It’ s on loan to me.’

  ‘What, for as long as you keep fucking him? And then what? Do you get to keep your job?’ Kieron ranted.

  I stood up to face him. ‘Please, Kieron.’

  Kieron ran his fingers through his hair, shaking with anger. He took a deep breath, turned away momentarily to look out of the window and back at me. ‘Look. Lilly. We’re friends, okay? But this has been a lot to take on board. I’ll have to think about this. I appreciate the fact you’re being honest with me, but, jesus, sometimes just a feckin’ it’s not me, it’s you will suffice, you know?’ He looked at me sternly, and then his scowl broke into a small smile, then the smile into a laugh.

  I couldn’t help but laugh too.

  ‘Fuck’s sake, Lilly Smith,’ he said, ‘you really are something else.’

  I walked over to him, reaching my arms out for a hug, and he stiffened for a moment, and then hugged me back. Had he noticed the diaper? He looked at me with a puzzled expression, then said, ‘No hard feelings, Lilly,’ into my ear as he held me close. ‘Just be careful. Okay?’

  I was about to reply, but as I opened my mouth, we were interrupted by a noise. Someone was knocking at the door.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

  Making A Scene

  I looked through the peephole warily. There was only one person who knew I was here: Sheldon. He most likely was here to see if I was wearing my diaper as he’d asked last night.

  I opened the door, and gave him my best smile. In that smile, I tried to indicate, with the expression in my eyes, that there was another man in the flat, the flat he’d just given me, but that it was okay, there was nothing going on with him, and that he needed to trust me on this.

  Unfortunately, I’m pretty sure it’s impossible to put all that across in a simple smile, so afterwards, I just had to sheepishly pull back the door to reveal Kieron, and hope for the best.

  Sheldon stepped into the room, and looked first at the two glasses of champagne sitting half drunk on the coffee table, and then he looked at Kieron. Kieron looked at Sheldon, and then at me, and then back at Sheldon again. It was so strange to see them standing in the same room as one another. Kieron looked so small, so scruffy in comparison. Sheldon towered over him, in a crisp, smartly-ironed suit, with a straight back and an enormous amount of presence.

  ‘I’m Kieron,’ Kieron said, doing his best to smile, but not quite managing it. ‘Lilly’s friend. It’s nice to meet you, sir.’ His voice was shaking.

  Sheldon looked at him carefully for a few moments. ‘I know who you are,’ he said.

  Kieron looked terrified.

  ‘I saw you at the National Press Awards at the start of the month. Onstage, with Lilly.’

  Kieron relaxed slightly, no doubt realizing that Mr. Forsythe hadn’t been spying on him. ‘That’s right. You did, sir.’

  I felt pleased to hear Kieron referring to Sheldon as ‘sir’. I knew that Sheldon would like it too. Perhaps things weren’t going to go quite as badly as I’d thought, then.. Nobody was going to make a scene.

  ‘Listen, I was just about to leave. Lilly was just showing me her new apartment. Which is great by the way. Really great. Anyway, I’ll be off now…’ He held out his hand, offering it to Sheldon to shake. Sheldon looked at me, and then Kieron’s hand, and, without saying anything, he shook it.

  Kieron gave me a ‘look’ that said something along the lines of ‘maybe we’ll talk in a couple of weeks when I’ve had a chance to process all this’, and then he left.

  Sheldon looked at the closed door, and then at me. ‘Do I need to worry about this?’ he asked sincerely.

  ‘No,’ I replied, looking straight into his eyes. His beautiful eyes, one green and one brown: both sparkling.

  ‘Then I won’t,’ he said, and walked to the fridge, taking out the champagne and pouring himself a glass. ‘Because I trust you.’ He drained the entire glass in one mouthful, and then walked over to me. ‘I came to see how you’re settling in. To see if you like it here.’

  ‘I love it,’ I said, holding his arm.

  ‘Good.’ Sheldon pulled something out of his pocket and held it up to me. Another key. ‘You haven’t quite seen it all yet.’ He took me by the hand, and walked me into the bedroom. Beside the enormous walk-in wardrobe there was another door, which I’d assumed was a shoe cupboard, or another wardrobe, or something similar, and hadn’t got around to opening yet.

  I noticed then that there was a lock on the door, and that Mr. Forsythe was about to open it. He put in the key, but before he turned, he stopped. He looked at me, stroked my cheek with his big, strong, palm, and said: ‘This is all for you.’

  He undid the lock, and opened the door, and revealed to me what was inside.

  I couldn’t believe it. The first thing I saw, on the far wall, was a huge bed, much bigger than any bed I’d ever seen. If an adult was to lie on this thing, it would make them look as small as a baby. There was also a giant table, a giant sofa. This whole room was perfect to make a grown woman feel just like a cute, adorable baby.

  ‘Oh, Sheldon,’ I gasped. ‘It’s beautiful.’

  Sheldon tooled my hand, and we stepped into the room, and that’s when I saw the rest. A changing station, a jungle gym, a little miniature classroom with a blackboard. This place was heaven.

  I turned around to Sheldon. ‘Thank you,’ I whispered.

  ‘We can use the room when you’re ready,’ he said. ‘Perhaps this weekend, or…’

  I put my fingers to his lips, to make him quiet, and I took a few long, deep breaths. This man was my life now. I was going to show him how dedicated I was. I looked to my left, and noti
ced a table laid out with an assortment of whips and rods: leather and wood and metal. Some of the objects were things I’d never even seen before. Didn’t yet have a name for.

  ‘I want you to play right now,’ I whispered, ‘Daddy.’

  I lifted off my dress, and stood before him in a bra, diaper and stocking. Then I knelt down in front of him, and undid his zipper. ‘Oh dear,’ I said, looking up at my boss. ‘It seems like I’m being a very bad girl. A very bad little baby, Daddy…’

  I reached into his fly, and pulled out his cock, which was already hard and throbbing, waiting for me, and I took him into my mouth, and began to suck. As I did so, I felt Mr. Forsythe’s strong hands, reaching for my head, pulling my hair and making my scalp hurt. Then he pushed me all the way down to the ground, keeping his cock inside my mouth, pressing it down deep into my throat. And then, a few seconds later, he stood up, and walked away from me, leaving me writhing on the floor, open-mouthed.