The Billionaire's Object (An Alpha Billionaire Romance)

by Rachel Masters

  “You’re making this harder than it has to be,” he paused, “but I appreciate your fighting spirit.”

  He grabbed her by her throat and wrapped a black leather collar around her neck. “Unfortunately I can’t have that kind of disobedience around here.”

  She could smell the sex in his voice. And to her own shock, she clenched her legs together, trying to repress the feelings that crept into her private space. How could this be?

  He attached a leash to the collar as he spun her around and pushed her towards a large armchair. “Sit there, on your knees,” he said as he held her leash from behind. She did as he commanded, kneeling on the leather chair with her ass facing him. She still wore the same dress from two nights ago- the same blue dress that she always wore when she wanted to drive men crazy.

  WHACK. “Ow.” She cried out as he spanked her ass hard. And yet somehow, the spanking seemed to bring her more pleasure than actual pain.

  “If you ever,” he said. WHACK. “Ever, try that again, you will sorely regret it.” WHACK. “Do you understand me?” He raised his voice even more as he pulled at her leash.

  “Yes. Yes sir.”

  “Good. I think we understand each other better now,” he said. His hands slid along the side of her ass. “You really are something else,” he said, caressing her backside with his strong hands.

  He lifted her dress up and over her ass, exposing her backside, protected only by thin, lace panties.

  “Oh Amy, I’m going to devour every last part of you.” She heard his breathing pick up as she clenched her legs together tightly, pushing her backside out closer towards his hips. She recognized the sound of his belt coming off, and knew that he was about to have his way with her. She wanted to fight. This is so wrong. So violating. And yet, an inexplicable fire started to burn inside of her.

  “Turn around, slave,” he said, tugging at her leash. She quickly did as he asked, not wanting yet another spanking. She turned in her seat to face his penis, just inches away from her mouth. His member was large, and fully erect. She looked up to see the rest of him.

  “Don’t look at me,” he said, pulling her head down and towards his cock with the leash. He tugged at her leash, bringing her mouth right into his penis and balls. “Now, take me in your mouth.” She hesitated for a moment, but knew her only chance of freedom was to comply at this point. She opened her cute little mouth, and almost couldn’t fit the entire girth of his large cock through her opening.

  “Ah, that’s my girl.” He thrusted his unit into her throat. She massaged the sides of his cock with her tongue as he pumped her mouth hard. His breathing continued to speed up. She knew he was enjoying her work. This is my only chance, she thought. She knew she had to satisfy her captor, whatever that took.

  His hand yanked at the leash, driving his member all the way in her throat. She gagged as the tip of his cock collided with the back of her throat. His free hand reached through the top opening of her dress and grabbed one of her breasts.

  “Such a beautiful body,” he said, massaging her breast with his hand. She peered up at him with her pathetic eyes, only this time he allowed her to look at him as he continued to work his penis in and out of her mouth.

  “I hope you’re still hungry,” he said, breathing harder and harder as she continued to suck on his unit. He pulled her in deeper by the leash. “Oh baby. Oh girl.” he said. She knew he was close. As she looked up at him his head tilted upwards and his eyes were closed. “Yes. Yes Amy. Yes,” he said. She felt a warm stream of liquid ooze out from his penis and pour into the back of her throat. He kept her head in close, giving her every last bit of his warm cum. One last deep breath out as he paused, leaving his cock in her mouth for just a few more moments.

  As he pulled out his member, some remnants of his cum drizzled down her lower lip and onto the front of her chin.

  “Clean yourself up,” he said. “I’ll be back with some dinner later. In the meantime, you’ll be locked in here for the remainder of the day,” he said, pulling up his pants and exiting the dimly lit room.

  She sat there for a moment, a sex slave held captive in some unknown part of Mexico. For all she knew she wasn’t even in Mexico anymore. How long had she been unconscious for when she was drugged? It could have been days. She could be in South America for all she knew.

  She wiped the semen off her chin and collapsed in the armchair. There was nowhere to run. No reason to scream anymore. All she could do was wait. And wonder…

  How long will I have to wait until he returns?

  * * *

  She sat there in her blue dress for hours, waiting for his next move. Until finally, footsteps. His footsteps. Her heart raced hard, not knowing what to expect next. And then, she heard keys rattle as he unlocked her door.

  “Crawl to me,” he ordered. She got off her chair and crawled like a timid dog on her hands and knees, working her way towards her master. “Get up,” he said.

  She rose from all fours in the darkness. He reached to her collar and unhooked the leash, leaving the collar on her neck.

  He lifted her petite body with ease and walked her through the low-lit room, spinning her around and forcing her front side against a cold, hard wall.

  “Open your legs,” he said, spreading her feet wide and locking each foot in place with ankle braces attached to the wall in front of her. “Raise your arms.” She did exactly as she was told. He placed each hand into two cold, metal braces just above her head. Now she was securely locked into place, both her legs and arms spread open, bound to the captor’s wall.

  “I want to apologize for spanking you earlier,” he paused, “but you left me with no choice. Do you understand?”

  “Yes sir,” she said, barely able to get the words out as her entire body clenched in anticipation.

  “Yes, I think you do.” He reached his hand under her dress from behind. She tried to move away, but there was absolutely no more room to move forward as he rubbed her crotch over her panties. She found herself press into his hand, bringing more pressure to her panties. No, this is so wrong, she thought.

  “Hold still, I don’t want any accidents,” he said. She heard the clattering sound of a metal object come from behind her. She froze, completely motionless as he began to cut her dress in half with a pair of scissors that he pulled out from his bag of tricks. He slid her halved dress off her smooth skin, each side falling to the floor beneath her. There she stood, held captive in her panties, rendered completely immobile against the wall.

  “Remember, you will be rewarded for your cooperation.” He drove his hips into the back of her ass, peeling the corners of her panties down slightly with his thumbs. “I’ve wanted nothing more than to fuck that tight little pussy of yours since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

  She bit her lower lip, wondering why her vagina started to moisten with every word he spoke. Maybe he drugged me, she thought. There had to be a reason for the pleasure she felt from this man. It just didn’t make sense otherwise.

  “I knew from the look in your eyes that you were a dirty little slave girl. My dirty little slave girl.” He pressed his hardness against her ass. “Ooh,” she accidentally whimpered.

  “Oh, you are a dirty girl. Hold still for me.” He slowly cut her panties off with his scissors, exposing her bare butt to his cock.

  “Tell me who your master is.” She was silent, clawing at the wall in front of her, confused as hell at her reaction to this stranger.

  “TELL ME!” he yelled out.

  “No way,” she protested, but the desire in her breathing was becoming impossible to hide.

  WHACK! “Tell me!” He worked her wet folds over her panties with his fingers, rubbing with just the right amount of pressure.

  She bit down harder on her lip, wanting him to spank her with even more force this time. “You are,” she said, pushing her ass into his cock. “But, I…”

  Another whack. She knew she was in for it. His fingers
slipped inside her panties, entering her moist opening. She was completely his by now as he worked her pussy with multiple fingers. “Mmmm,” she softly cried out.

  “Surrender to me, Amy.” He licked her ear lobe, rubbing her folds even harder. And with the tip of his hard penis pressing against her ass, it was all she could take. Her body disintegrated into a thousand tiny waves of pleasure as she clawed at the wall in front of her.

  She wanted to rest for a moment, but the billionaire had other plans. He stuffed her wet pussy with his hard cock, giving her every inch of him. “Ooooh,” she moaned.

  “I’m not through with you yet.” He fucked her harder than she thought possible, driving his penis in and out of her hole as she moaned against the wall. “Now tell me you like this, Amy.”

  She didn’t bother trying to fool him this time. “I like it. Please, keep fucking me master.”

  “That’s it. That’s my little slave girl.” WHACK! He slapped her ass as he worked her pussy even harder than before. His hand slid towards the front of her soaking wet vagina.

  “Ooh,” she cried out loud this time, unable to hide her pleasure as he rubbed her vagina while he fucked her from behind.

  “I want you to cum all over my cock, Amy.” He drove his thick shaft into her, the front of her mound pressed against the wall as his penis filled every part of her from the back.

  That was it for Amy as she felt herself losing herself entirely… again. “Fuck me master. Please, keep fucking me.” She scratched and crawled at the wall, trapped between it and her master. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. And she was more than fine with that. “Oh master! Fuck me master!” By now any last spec of reason had given way to her body’s ultimate desire. She was his, and then some.

  “Come on girl, cum for me.” He nibbled at her ear, this time with such tenderness, such sweetness. What’s this? Somehow, against all reason, she began to feel safe under his control.

  “Let yourself go Amy. Surrender to me.” His voice was softer now, laced with affection.

  “Oh. Oh.” She could feel herself losing control as she dug her nails into the wall in front of her. She was ready to explode. “Oh god. Ohhh.”

  She screamed at the top of her lungs as she climaxed harder than she had ever climaxed before.

  With one hand on each breast, now it was his turn as he worked her body faster, owning her from behind as he fucked her with incredible force. She could feel his heavy breath in her ear and knew he was almost there.

  “I’m gonna cum all over you.” “Oh god. Oh baby.” He pulled out his penis and did as he promised, spraying her backside with his cum.

  She felt the heat in her lower region begin to soar. Could this really be happening? The amount and the warmth of his liquid was enough to put her over the edge as she came for the third time in a row. This time, every cell in her body convulsed as she climaxed against the wall.

  She collapsed from absolute exhaustion, as much as she could collapse with her body still in shackles.

  “Here, let me take you out of those.” He unlocked her hands and feet from the metal shackles, allowing her naked body to slide to the floor. As her captor put his pants on, he looked down at her. Their eyes met for the first time, not as master and slave, but as man and woman. Amy’s stomach tingled. What am I doing? I shouldn’t want to feel his lips against mine. And yet somehow there wasn’t anything she wanted more.

  * * *

  Nearly two weeks had passed since Amy first awoke in her captor’s estate.

  “Ms. McCarthy, your lunch ma’am,” the housekeeper stood patiently before her, ready to serve in any way she needed.

  Amy put her magazine down by the side of her chaise lounge. “Thank you, you can leave that there for now. I need to cool off before I eat,” she said, rising from her chair in a perfectly tailored two-piece.

  Amy loved to swim. And she was becoming addicted to the warm climate of wherever she was. In fact, she was becoming addicted to a lot of things around there.

  After a light lunch by the pool, she made her daily visit to her captor’s library. What’ll it be today? she asked herself. Perfect, she thought as she reached for a copy of Pride and Prejudice on the oak bookshelf.

  “Good choice.” His deep voice came up from behind. “One of my favorites.”

  She turned, looking directly into his beautiful eyes. “I think I’ll start this today.” She held the book against her chest and smiled at her captor.

  He lifted her chin with his large index finger. She felt immediate chills, which was no longer such a shock to her system. “How has your day been so far?” he asked, offering her a soft grin.

  “Relaxing. Thank you for letting me use the pool.”

  “Please, you don’t have to thank me.” He paused to look down at his phone and and watched as the warmth leaked from his eyes. She hated to see stress of any kind occupy his mind. Or maybe it was that she hated not being the center of his attention. Hell, slavery has had more advantages than she ever considered.

  He looked up at her as if he had almost forgotten she was still standing there.

  “You’re free to go now.”

  “Go where?” She cocked her head.

  “Anywhere you want. Home I guess.”

  Her jaw dropped slightly. I’m no longer his slave? This can’t be, she thought. “I don’t get it, you’re just going to let me go free?”

  “Yes, exactly. It’s over Amy. Congratulations.”

  “But… but you can’t just let me go. I’ll tell the police. You’ll be arrested. You kidnapped me.” She was visibly upset. And she wasn’t sure what she should be more upset about- the fact that she had to leave the company of him, or the fact that she still wanted to be a slave. How fucking insane is this?

  “No, that’s not gonna happen Amy. You don’t even know my name. You have no idea where we are right now. And I’ll have to have you transported back to Cancun, unconscious. From there you can return to the U.S.”

  She felt a knot in her stomach; a feeling similar to when she found out her boyfriend was cheating on her during her sophomore year at Texas State.

  How can this be? I should be ecstatic. But she was far from it. “Maybe I should stay just a few more days. Maybe you’re not thinking clearly.”

  “I’m clear Amy. You can’t stay here.” He paused and looked as if he was about to share a secret with her. “We’ll both be better off if you leave.”

  She looked down at the floor and shook her head. The shock was unbearable, but she could handle this. “I understand… of course. Thank you,” she paused, “for allowing me to go free.” She swallowed hard, not able to tell him her real feelings. And what about him? Doesn’t he have any feelings for me? After all of this time, was I purely just a body for him to dominate as he pleased?

  “Will I ever see you again?” she asked.

  “No.”

  She squeezed the book with both hands. “That’s good. That makes sense.” She felt like being sick as she nodded her head. She knew he was done with her. Done using her. Done controlling her. Done needing her.

  She held the book out for him. He looked at her deeply for a moment. “Keep that, if you want it.”

  He stood silent, gazing deeply into her soul. She knew he was holding something back.

  Or so she had hoped. “You will be transported in one hour. You might want to go freshen up,” he said, turning and walking away from her. She stood there, frozen, a jumble of crazy emotions running wild in her head.

  She looked down at the book and wiped the tear that landed on its cover.

  No. No way. I’m not ready to leave. And I only have an hour to make sure that he feels the same way.

  THE END

  Book 7: His Alone

  By Rachel Masters

  © 2015 Rachel Masters. All rights reserved.

  I’m driving down a long, private driveway wondering if I’m making a huge mistake. I graduated from college
less than a month ago and I didn’t exactly bury myself in loans so that I could make photocopies for some super rich guy. I know almost nothing about being a personal assistant, never mind the fact that I would be working for one of the richest guys on the planet.

  I arrive at his estate. It’s bigger and about fifty times more impressive than I had ever fantasized about. The entire house is made out of glass, and it’s surrounded by miles of privacy on every corner. I walk towards his front door wondering if I should make one last attempt to escape back to my rusty Toyota Camry. Then I remember, I have no choice. I approach the world’s largest front door in the universe, make a few quick adjustments to my hair, and take one last gulp before I meet with one of the most powerful men alive, Brad Turner.

  The door opens suddenly and I see a bronze-colored hand adorned perfectly with a rolled up cotton white t-shirt, and a wrist watch worth more than my entire college education.

  And there he is, Brad Turner, in the flesh. And somehow he looks even more gorgeous in person than he does in the news.

  “Jenny Adams, please, come in.” I find myself caught in the gaze of his gorgeous, piercing eyes, frozen still for what seems like an eternity.

  “Well, Ms. Adams, do you want to come in or not?” he asks, showing a hint a impatience as I stand paralyzed at his front door.

  “Oh yes. Sorry Mr. Turner. I…”

  “Please, I know the work your father has done for our country. Any daughter of his can call me Brad.”

  The tycoon leads me through his grand foyer and into a glass-enclosed living room. I sit on one of his sofa cushions and notice his eyes following my every move.

  “Have you ever worked as a executive assistant before, Ms. Adams?” he asks, scanning my exposed legs from my high heels up to my skirt line.

  “No sir, I mean, Brad.”

  “I don’t have a problem with being called sir. Or Brad. It will depend on the situation I suppose.” He grins and hands me a document that reads “Statement of Non-disclosure” on the top.