His Secret Request: Billionaire Secrets - Book Three

by Sinclair, Drew

  "Have you, or have you not," he paused, watching her, "fantasized about fucking me in the time that we have been together?"

  Suzy shut her eyes tightly, her heart racing.

  "Yes." She whispered and felt his continue its exquisite trail through her long hair.

  "Good." He said. "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"

  She shook her head, reeling from the bizarre situation she was in. In just three days she had gone from the comfort and safety of her isolated beachfront home and anonymous client work to admitting her sexual fantasies to a hot billionaire on the East Coast in his two hundred million dollar luxury Long Island home and bachelor fuck pad.

  She felt suddenly acutely aware that not only was she as wet as hell for him, but that she was currently wearing no underwear.

  She still didn't want to make it so damn obvious how much she wanted him, but then again, hadn't she just admitted to him her fantasies about want to fuck him?

  "Now." He continued. "Is there anything you would like me to do with these four silk bands?"

  "Tie me down." She whispered immediately, as though another person had taken over and was speaking through her - someone who had been hidden and repressed her whole life but now refused to be denied.

  "Very good." He said and then gently drew her right hand upward. She felt the bathrobe slide with excruciating pleasure across her engorged nipple and her naked upper thighs revealed as the garment rode upwards.

  Oh fuck. She thought. Was that even possible? I'm think I'm going to… no, no it can't be.

  Thoughts and feelings raced through her. She had never been one to climax easily and had worn out more than one clumsy engineer looking for satisfaction, but right now she felt as though she were going to blow already and Ruben Mayweather had hardly even laid a finger on her yet.

  If he ever even would.

  She had been apprehensive about having sex with him but what if that really wasn't his goal at all?

  He moved to her other arm and did the same, the bathrobe riding even higher until it was barely, just barely covering her pussy and ass. Her two hands now restrained he moved to her ankles and slowly drew each of her legs out until she was spread-eagled across the bed, the hot, wet space between her legs open and oh so very nearly but still not quite exposed.

  The effect was terrifying, electrifying, exhilarating.

  In theory he could now do whatever to her that he liked and she would be powerless to resist. She had surrendered her body to him in exchange for her future freedom.

  She hoped it would it be worth it in the end.

  Ruben drew out one more satin band and held it up.

  "Do you know what this one is for?"

  She shook her head.

  "Don’t be so obtuse Ms. Falstaff. You've been such a good student so far and I know you have a very high IQ, so be a good girl and tell me what this one is for."

  "Is it to… is it for my mouth?"

  He smiled and shook his head.

  "And rob my eyes of the sight of those perfect lips, that…" So very fuckable mouth. He stopped. That wasn't his thing, never had been. Don’t lose control here Ruben, remember, it's all about control. There are only two playmates here so either you're in control or she is.

  He shook his head.

  "It's not for you mouth Ms. Falstaff. I definitely want to hear you as well as see you. So let's try again, shall we? Now what's the last satin strip for?"

  "It's for my eyes, to blindfold me."

  He shook his head again. "Not today. But we can consider that later if you want. This little teaser here," he shook the band in the air, "is for this." He lowered it down and very slowly, deliberately let the tip run along her inner thigh. She squirmed in response and watched him as he watched her, taking obvious pleasure as she just barely stifled a moan.

  "Don’t hold back Ms. Falstaff. I'd like to hear your voice do something other than argue with me for a change."

  "Blindfold me." She said, still squirming. "I don’t think I can take that."

  "Okay, I can do that but if I do then I consider that a favor, a personal favor from me to you and I will expect something in return."

  "What do you want?"

  "I want you to say something for me." He said instantly and to her relief.

  "Okay. What is it? Tell me."

  "First the blindfold." Very gently he wrapped it around her and instantly every other sense became heightened, more sensitive and attuned..

  "Can you see?" He asked her.

  She shook her head.

  "Good. Now stay very, very still…"

  "Tell me what to say." She said, trying to break the feelings that were threatening to overcome her. "I'm waiting. I'll say it. Whatever it is."

  "That's okay. I think I'll save that favor for later. For now I just want you to lie very, very still and listen to me. Listen to every word I say."

  She nodded her head. The effect of the blindfold had been startling and she was beginning to regret having chosen it over the teasing.

  She heard Ruben pace away from her and then sit down in a chair.

  He waited without saying a word and the silence rapidly became unbearable.

  "What are you doing?" She said.

  "Shh. I need you to be absolutely quiet or if not I'll have to find another band for that pretty mouth of yours."

  A minute passed. Sixty long seconds of excruciating anticipation. All she could think of was where he was sitting and where she was lying, spread-eagled, hot, wet and pantiless. Was he staring at her? Ogling her exposed private parts or maybe even doing something worse?

  Whatever it was she was only getting wetter and hotter. She wanted to be outraged, disgusted at his perversion but it wasn’t working, she just couldn’t feel it. In her life she had never felt herself to be so much the focused, obsessive object of a single man's desire and it was exhilarating, intoxicating, bewildering.

  "Okay." he said finally. "Now I'm ready for that kiss." His voice was more intense, deep and filled with single-minded desire than ever.

  Her thighs drew instinctively together as her insides tightened, but her bonds prevented her legs from coming together.

  Surely Candy wouldn't have ended up like this. But then, she would never know just how fucking mind-blowingly amazing being trapped right there felt.

  "As you only granted me one kiss Ms. Falstaff, I'll need to choose it very, very wisely. As I'm looking at you now, revealed to me, as it were, frankly I feel spoiled for choice. I don’t know even know where to begin because I would very, very happily, eagerly even, apply my lips to those pretty toes of yours, in fact, there is no part of that foot or ankle that I wouldn't enjoy holding, stroking, exploring."

  He went silent again and it was as though she could feel his eyes on her feet, the touch of his hands, the warm exploration of his tongue.

  "They really are exquisite Ms. Falstaff. I think I could sit here and look at either of them for quite some time. I should also mention that you have the most unusually attractive hands. I think they must be quite deft, quite soft, quite expert."

  She instinctively pulled at the bonds on her wrists but there was no give.

  "But I can see that's only the beginning. If I planned on really keeping you here all night then we could spend plenty of time on those legs and on those arms. One kiss here, one kiss there. It would take a long, long time to thoroughly give those limbs of yours all the attention they deserve. Maybe my mouth alone wouldn't even be enough. We would need hands as well, fingers, even the tongue. Especially the tongue."

  Suzy wanted to scream out, but she didn't want to have to bargain again. Every time she did she ended up going deeper than ever into this excruciating mind-fucking pleasure game.

  Quicksand, the damn quicksand.

  Maybe she had disappeared under the surface already and it was too late.

  "Your body is covered," he continued. "just barely, I might add, by that bathrobe. It's amazing how concealing the body can be more tantal
izing than full exposure. To be honest with you Ms. Falstaff, there's a part of me, a very large part of me that is wrestling with the idea of just tearing that robe from you to see if you remembered to wear anything underneath."

  Her whole body clenched, inside and out, waves of soft, teasing sexual pleasure began to ripple through her from head to toe.

  Could he really not see if she was exposed yet or was he just fucking with her?

  "But let's not be silly." He continued. "We both know that you wore nothing beneath that short robe when you walked in here and marched up to me sitting in that chair. Now I have to ask myself, why would a young woman, a beautiful woman, an unusually intelligent woman, being completely aware of the obvious effect she holds over a man, walk up to him with nothing separating her naked body from him except one thin layer of easily removed clothing?"

  He paused.

  "In reality we don't know. Probably she herself doesn't even know. The woman doesn’t look like she gives in to men easily. The woman looks like she is faithful, loyal, a believer in monogamy and true love and yet she finds herself agreeing to the most bizarre suggestions from a man she has hardly known for one day. It's an enigma. And this women is no fool, in fact she's a genius of sorts."

  Suzy writhed and struggled against the smooth strips of satin. Her physical response to his words were truly mounting beyond her ability to control them. He was fucking her with his words from across the room without even laying a hand on her.

  "Now what about this man?" He continued his monologue. "He's looking for something. Maybe he's been looking his whole life for something very, very precious and very, very particular. In fact, he's nearly given up on this, fantasy, if you will. But then one day he answers a call to help out an old friend and out of the blue the woman, quite literally of his fantasy, drops out of the sky in front of him. She lands up on his friends doorstep and in one second he can see it in her eyes; the possibility for the most intense and intimate human experience that two people can share is right there for the taking. He starts to make a fool of himself, taking risks and making promises and demands that he would never normally do just so that he can keep this woman in front of him; stop her running away and slipping through his grasp, never to be seen again. He wants her to come to him willingly, obedient and ready to do whatever he asks of her, but all he can think of all the time, every moment the lays eyes on her, is of tying her down to his bed, slowly stripping her naked and then…"

  He stopped talking as he heard the soft moans coming from Suzy.

  It was enough. It was almost too much.

  He stood up, approached the bed and then put his knees to edge between Suzy's ankles.

  She was near panting with desire, pushed inexorably towards uncontrollable physical excitement by his words, the darkness of the blindfold, the thrill of the restraints. Flickers of orgasm had been running through her since he had started speaking and she could not conceal the writhing of her body anymore. All bets were off now as she struggled to climax, struggled not to climax, caught helplessly in a limbo of undiminishing, nearly-there-but-not-quite, sensuality.

  "I want my kiss Ms. Falstaff. You promised me."

  She felt him take hold of her ankles and she bucked, uselessly against the additional restraint of his hands. Loosening his grip he then moved slowly up along her lower legs, dallied in leisurely fashion around her knees and then continued up to her thighs, pushing them slowly even further apart, indirectly separating the folds of her pussy. She shuddered with powerful, internal contractions, her body screaming out for unattainable climax, realizing that - oh God - soon he would see her, fully open, wet and totally exposed before him.

  No man had ever seen her like this before.

  "Oh my God." He breathed in a low, awed voice as he saw just how wet and ready she was. His strained erection had been hurting him for some time and now the bulb of his cock pushed angrily against the inside of his pants. Every tiny moan, every exquisite movement of her writhing body was making him want to throw the plan, the promises, the gifts and requests to one side and just fuck her hard like any normal man would do.

  But he held on, just barely, knowing that it would be all the better if he held back and played it according to the rules of his lifelong game.

  She was as near to making him blow in his tightly buttoned trousers as any woman had ever come and he hadn't even gained that most important favor from her yet. The one he still hadn’t spoken of, but that would be another day and he would extract it from her, hold her to it firmly, just as he had done with this gift of a single mind and body blowing kiss.

  He lowered his head down and she felt his breath between her struggling legs, on her pussy, underneath her and onto the low part of her tightly clenched buttocks.

  "Stay quiet." He ordered. "Stop moving. Stop fighting. This is mine. This was your promise to me, made of your own free will, now hold still and honor those words like the good little girl I know you can be."

  She fought to reign herself in but it was almost impossible as she felt him slowly come lower, lower, tantalizingly closer in.

  And then, as if by miracle, he was there. On her. Claiming her for now and forever. The only man who ever would or could do something like this to her.

  His hands moved to her pussy and before she could resist he had drawn her fully open. A long moan escaped her lips, her back arched and she pushed her ass upwards, revealing and exposing herself even more to his pleasure and to his gaze.

  "Miss Falstaff." He hissed. "Hold still, don’t force me do something we haven't explicitly agreed upon."

  With great effort she pulled her ass back down to the bed and waited.

  Good girl, be a good girl. Her thoughts were wild, feverish, incoherent.

  When he had satisfied himself that she had regained control of herself he began to lower his lips down and then and slowly, surely, deliberately pressed one long sensual kiss to her moist and soaking wet pussy.

  It was enough. More than enough.

  The orgasm that shook through her made the bed rock from side from side to side and her hips thrust wildly upwards again and again against the man above her, but he was firm, overwhelmingly powerful and held her down in place. Fully immobilized and prevented from thrusting her way to orgasm she unleashed instead a shrill scream followed by long, tortured groans of relief and then collapsed, exhausted, to the bed, gasping for breath, broken, satisfied but deeply unsatisfied at the same time.

  The bastard. Sadistic fucking bastard. She had never felt anything like it before.

  Lying in a daze she hardly felt Ruben rise from the bed and undo her bonds, leaving only the blindfold in place.

  As the sensations of pleasure began to subside a feeling of gnawing emptiness took their place, followed by a wave of terrible loneliness greater than anything she had ever known in a life already filled with long years of cold, stoical, self-imposed isolation.

  Ruben leaned over her and placed a hand to her head but the tenderness of the caress only made things worse.

  The contact was too little, too final, too full of pity without any real connection.

  "You can get dressed now." He said. "And our time together is over. You can stay the night here if you like or if you prefer I can arrange to have you taken anywhere you want to go."

  He waited but the broken girl made no response.

  "If you need me," He said. "I'll be in the dining room downstairs."

  He left quietly and when the door closed behind him Suzy rolled over, curled up and like a child and began to sob. Softly at first but then building intensity until the wails had become uncontrollable.

  Candy had been right all along. She couldn't do it. It wasn't her. Maybe the bard bitten female body guard would have up to the task but she was nothing like that.

  Why in hell had she thought she could behave like something, like somebody she was not? Book smarts she had, but in the bedroom she was as innocent as they came.

  Chapter Four

 
; Suzy looked down at her feet in the dirty, sand covered trainers she had pulled on to go over to her neighbor's house.

  It had been four days since she had left Redmond with the cute guy who had taken him in without so much as a question as to why or when he would be picked up. She felt like the worst person in the world but what else could she have done? Nadia had been in trouble and she would make it up to the guy somehow anyway.

  If he deserved. He was a guy after all. He would probably just use it as an excuse to try and get into her pants, into life, into her God damn world.

  Only last night she had been lying in tears in Ruben Mayweather's over the top luxury home but after a short time she had pulled herself together, found her clothes and then practically run down the stairs to find him sitting in the living room staring into space.

  As soon as he heard her he took off the eyeglasses he was wearing and stood up.

  "Suzy." he said and then stopped when he saw she had been crying."What's the matter?"

  "Get me out of here."

  "You don’t have to go."

  "Yes I do."

  "I think I may have made a very great mistake."

  "No mistakes Mayweather. In fact, I think everything went exactly according to your twisted little plan. Now I've kept up my end of the bargain but don't forget that you made a promise to me too. You promised me Nadia and I'm holding you to that."

  "Of course." he nodded, his gaze withdrawing into impenetrable look she had seen in so many of his pictures on the internet.

  "I also want my laptop."

  "It's right here. " He pointed to it sitting on the table.

  "And I want my free ride back home to Oregon."

  "Also not a problem."

  She stormed to the kitchen table to pick up her laptop but in her anger stumbled and careened towards the kitchen floor. The tiles loomed closer but before she hit the ground Ruben was there, catching her as expertly as an acrobat.