The Billionaire’s Possession

by Penelope Hemlove

"I'm going to be pleased to match anything my brother promised you." He looked around anxiously. "Once I discover the key and you are safe, that's it. This is something I'm sorry about." "Your brother?"I stared at the person nearer. I could see between them a passing similarity. Although this guy looked at least ten years younger.

  He stared at my issue being taken off guard.

  "Yes, brother of mine. Why? What was he saying to you?"I shook my head as the seconds went on, feeling more and more confused.

  "Nothing. We really haven't talked. I mean, he promised nothing to me. It was the lady, Mrs. Angestro, who said that I would be compensated with her client after spending a night in captivity.

  "Mrs. Angestro?"He said amazingly. "Has she been blonde? Strong expression on her face as if she had a big bug on her ass?"I wasn't sure how this could be answered. The situation was extremely awkward and if she was listening, I didn't want to upset Mrs. Angestro. I was going to do my best to maintain my bargain ending. I discovered the role of abduction and captivity to be interesting. Furthermore, the cash I was given was obscene and I required it desperately.

  "I don't mind," said the guy. He started throwing boxes aside and digging through them until a crowbar appeared. "Return," he instructed.

  I moved into the cage's far corner. With the crowbar, he started hitting the rusty lock, denting and warping the ancient hinges, but failed to loose it. He went through his hair with his hands and sighed.

  "Depart from it," I said.

  "Sorry?" "Go. There's an agreement for your brother and I. I understand what I'm doing. "Not true. I believed the situation was pretty nice, but this man's appearance threw me. Why was he so anxious to set me free? It wasn't really an abduction.

  "Speaking of this is uncomfortable," I said. "I mean it's your brother, and when it comes to sex, he has... distinctive tastes."

  "These tastes I share and well..." I went on.

  I threw my hands, reluctant to clarify. I wasn't willing to talk to him about my sexual fantasies as attracted as I was to this guy. What's more, who was he? I owed nothing to him. He was the one that penetrated the condition.

  "You're not familiar with my brother. This may be enjoyable for you now, but later-"If there is one later, then I'm going to worry about it. I'm worried about the current for now. While I appreciate your offer to make up for my moment, I would prefer to cope with your brother. He's a great kid. He doesn't need you to make his choices for him. "I heard footsteps above me. I had forgotten about the monitoring of the video. Was my captor listening to his brother's discussion?

  "I'm attempting to assist you. I-"he said before the basement door opening was interrupted.

  My captor was coming down the stairs. I took the grin on his face to mean that he was going to overhear the discussion and approve of my handling.

  "Robbie, you've been saying it. You can leave now. "His words sounded less like a threat than an invitation. My fancy rescuer, Robbie, made a move towards his brother. His hands were clenched in fists on his sides.

  I held my breath and waited for the first punch to be thrown. The men stood apart one foot, staring in the eyes of each other. Robbie got closer and then went around his brother.

  "Don't say I didn't warn you," he said. He didn't bother looking back at me as he marched up the stairs.

  His heavy footsteps marched over the ground above me and vanished somewhere upstairs with the slamming of a door.

  My captor was running a hand over his face and through his hair. An almost identical gesture to that of his brother.

  My breasts were uncovered and I went to the front of the cage.

  The guy looked furious. I was hoping he'd take some of his frustration out of me. Several BDSM toys were sitting on a table against the wall. I was anxious to try them out.

  He went over to my cage as if suddenly remembering that I was in the room. He stared with a critical eye over my body. Comparing the man with his brother I couldn't assist. My captor looked at my breasts and ass as if a piece of meat was being examined. It turned me on to be objective, but I felt thrown on the heels of the intimate gaze of Robbie. I got whiplash from the fast mood swings of the night.

  My captor pulled a key into his pocket. He unlocked and stood aside the padlock. I felt disappointed on my hands and knees. I didn't want to end the night yet.

  "Well, that's it?"I asked.

  "No, we just started." He grabbed me with his arm and pulled me to my feet. Then he turned me over and first slammed me facing the cage like a policeman arresting a suspect. He picked up a rope and attached it around my wrists and then looped it through the cage's top bars.

  I pulled to test their power against them. I've been secured strongly.

  My arms extended over the top of the cage; my ass in the air. In an effort to look sexy, I arched my back. I wasn't sure if I succeeded, but the guy appeared to enjoy that perspective.

  He ran over my ass with his hand back. He was wearing his knuckles and rough. He seemed to be working a lot with his hands for a rich man. Most rich people were gentle, inward and outward. But I wasn't able to inform my billionaire captor that his hands were filthy.

  The guy turned aside and went to his table of instruments of torture. He picked up a hazardous metal item at the end with a hook. He looked at me as he rubbed over the sharp tip of his finger. The object shone like a diamond even in the basement's low light.

  I wanted to feel it on my flesh, but I understood that the man's eagerness was not what he intended me to do. "Please no," I said breathlessly, unable to conceal my longing completely.

  The harder the guy played on the table with the tools was feigning fear. I wanted him to take control of me and to punish me. I started losing my patience.

  The guy had been sneering at me. He picked up from the table a cat o'nine tails and went to me. The whip had a lengthy handle hanging from it with several braided ropes. There was a sharp metal claw at the ends of each rope.

  The guy threateningly slapped it on his arm. I started to shake. Through me, Adrenaline soared. I wanted to feel the lash sting so badly that my body was shaking with desire.

  The guy went through my back and down my ass with the dense handle. With his soft touch, he teased me. He realized how much punishment I wished. I was denied fulfillment by the ultimate torture.

  I shut my eyes and rested on the cold bars with my head. The men were stopping touching me. I heard him step back, the first time I felt the blow.

  A sharp sting shot through my skin as my flesh was touched by the ropes. It was punctuated by burning as the whip's clawed ends crept into me. I shouted as he lifted the whip and brought it back to me. My ass and thighs were hit. Under the sweet pain, I tensed. It went through my strength in body building like a wave heading to a beach's coast.

  The whip went down over and over again. I've lost track of where it came from. The whole back of my body radiated with heat. I felt like I lost a wild animal battle.

  Suddenly, inside me, the guy stuck his fingers. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, playing with my clit: "You're wet and juicy." I sighed at his voice's sound. My bones reflected the deep, raspy timbre.

  "Would you like to get married?"he asked.

  I couldn't reply coherently, I whimpered. He laughed and picked up my hips, placing me in front of his cock. He grinded on my butt. His pants ' bulge was larger than I expected.

  I bit my lip and pushed him back. I heard his pants unzip and then felt his cock's tip rubbing against me. "Do you like it?"he asked.

  He grabbed my hips and spun me around when I couldn't reply. My arms twisted the ropes violently. The tough worn threads crept into my wrists, my skin burning. He grabbed and bent me by the neck, his face inches from mine.

  "Would you like to get married?"Again he questioned. "Would you like to return to your cage?"Yes," I said astonishingly.

  "Yes, would you like to return to your cage? Or yes, do you like fucking?"I wanted to feel him inside of me desperately. Pressing my body, I spread
my legs against him. I hoped the matter would be clarified for him.

  He took my throat off and grabbed my legs. He pulled me closer by spreading them wide. The top of the cage scratched my back, already crisscrossing my skin, digging into the scratches and bruises.

  The man didn't waste time teasing me. He was big, proud of his chest as he drove into me his throbbing, tough cock. I pulled against my restrictions. My body has been stretched over the top of the cage to the limit. Under the strain, my shoulders were aching.

  My body was rocking back and forth as the guy fucked me. The rusty handles of the cage are squeaked and bent. I was concerned that the bars would fall and send both of us to the floor crashing, impaled by broken metal. I was enthusiastic about the idea. Danger had a way to raise my excitement to the point that I often worried that something was wrong with me. I smiled wickedly as the guy pushed his cock deeper and deeper into me. The pain that radiated through my body blended beautifully with the thundering of enjoyment between my legs.

  The guy stood strongly on my hips, taking control of my body. He was moving with me and against me; at the same moment we were one and enemies.

  "The tightness of your pussy," he sighed.

  His voice was husky and strained as if he had fought to flee deep within him from somewhere. I'd like to hear more. I was searching for a filthy whore, a degenerate, a slut.

  "You like fucking like a prostitute?"He said that he was reading my mind.

  Was it a question even? Every second I loved. I was squirting and pulling against my restrictions. I felt unhinged by the orgasm rocketing through my body. My face was grabbed by the guy who made me look at him.

  "Like a whore, I'll fuck you," he said.

  He looked into my eyes as he pushed his cock to my g-spot high and difficult. I was unnerved by the depth of his gaze. It would have to be reevaluated whatever first impression I had of this person.

  For now, the construction wave of ecstasy inside me consumed me too much. Before cresting and breaking with the strength of a thousand oceans it rose to higher and higher heights.

  I felt like a wonderful power leaving me when I arrived. It was as if all my body sighed relievingly. I felt at peace entirely.

  But the guy has not yet been completed.

  He looked in my eyes and looked at my face as I arrived. He sighed at the sight with profound fulfillment. He thrusting quicker and quicker, perfectly stimulating my clit. I moaned through me like small aftershocks of an orgasm. I felt alive and electrical from the tips of my toes to the ends of my hair.

  The guy once pushed his cock deeper, then twice before entering me. He pulled out and leaned against the cage. He had the bars fighting to regain his composure. In the dimly lit space, his cock glittered wet. I wanted to run over it with my tongue and taste his salty coming.

  My chest was heavy as I sprawled across the top of the cage. The guy ran his face with a hand, then reached over me. He untied my restrictions in a fast gesture. My fingers were numb and my shoulders were full of pain.

  To try to get the blood circulating, I rubbed my hands.

  The guy grabbed my hair and pulled me off the cage's top. I won at the pain, but none the less liked it.

  The guy threw open the cage door and pushed me in. I found it difficult to get inside. My body wasn't willing to collaborate. I'd still witnessed orgasm tremors rocking up and down my spine. I was shivering unintentionally.

  The guy went through his hair with his hand and sighed. Then he slammed my cell shut down the gate.

  I sat on my side, trying to relax. I'd be in this cage for the remainder of the night. I was trying to make myself comfortable.

  "If my wife comes down, don't give her any information about what's going on here," said the guy.

  "Do you have your spouse?"I asked, surprised a little bit.

  "Mrs. Angestro, "he's been saying.

  Ms. O had been his spouse. I think that explained her embarrassment, not to mention her ridiculous lengths in keeping anonymity. Naturally, her husband and brother-in-law had destroyed her desire for indiscretion, none of which seemed to care if their identities were known.

  Or so I was thinking.

  I didn't understand, or where I was, any of their true names. Perhaps' Mrs. Angestro' was better than I gave her credit for keeping secrets. Yet none of my company was their family drama.

  "Certainly not," I said.

  But I was amazed at the disappointment I felt. My appeal to this person went deeper than I realized. But fucking a married guy... well, I would not support it, but his wife had arranged it.

  Why would a female discover her husband's mistress? And why did her husband insist that the information be kept confidential? She would have seen the room's sex toys, not to mention the cage. She had to get a pretty good idea of what we've been doing here.

  I heard loud stomping on the floor above me. It was either his angry wife venting her frustration, or the return of his brother. I found myself hoping it was the latter.

  ‘Don’t say I didn’t warn you,’ he’d said cryptically.

  Maybe he was trying to warn me about the personal drama I was stepping into. No, somehow that didn’t seem right. His words carried a sinister edge. Besides, why would he have tried so desperately to break the lock and free me?

  As the fog of desire and sex began to wear off I started to wonder what I had gotten myself into.

  The man looked back at me one last time before closing the door behind him. I was left in the dark with my thoughts, the blinking red camera light my only companion.

  The End