Her Sweet Surrender: Billionaire Secrets - Book Four (4 page)

God he was so perfect.

This was a man you could lay down in front of you and lick from head to toe.

"That is not a request." He said, applying more pressure to the tightened lock of her knees. "Open your legs and do it now." He said. This time she complied, allowing her thighs to fall open while his hand remained where it was, pressing to the soft, engorged flesh of her starving pussy. He pressed a little harder, just for a second, causing her to arch her back again, before sliding his fingers away and bringing them under his nostrils. She watched him, hypnotized, fascinated, as he took in a long breath and then exhaled with an air of agitation.

"You smell good." He said with difficulty. "But I will have to punish you for that." His eyes glanced down between her legs and she followed them. Sure enough she had stained herself, one perfectly round, moist dark spot between her legs. She clamped her thighs shut again.

"You soiled yourself without my permission. You spilled cum into your panties without asking me if I wanted it first."

"Ruben--"

"Shut up. I am speaking to you."

The thrill of his words, of his claiming of every part of her body, including her physical reactions to his words threatened to make her soak the same spot even more.

"Good." He approved her taut silence. "Now listen to me. You have wasted your cum without asking me if I wanted it first. Do you understand?" She nodded her head obediently.  He leaned in closer to her and moved his hand between her legs again but stopped short of touching her. He might as well have inserted two thick fingers deep inside her and circled her clit judging by the reaction she felt in her drenched and aching pussy.

He brought his mouth close to her ears.

"Now you owe me." He said with an edge of vindictiveness. "Because I did want it Suzy. I wanted every single fucking drop you thieving little bitch." He whispered the words into her ear and she gulped in shock  before releasing an involuntary.

She sounded for all intents and purposes as though she were choking on her own hunger and desire.

He drew away from her again and stood up again.

"However, under these extraordinary circumstances I am willing to overlook this selfish behavior just this once. Another transgression like this and believe me you will pay dearly."

She was still lying on the bed, almost afraid to move in case he turned her on again so bad that she would 'steal' more come from him.

"You will pay with your ass." He continued. "You will pay with your pussy and with your orgasm. Do you understand."

Holy fucking hell. What have I gotten myself into…

She nodded her head.

"Now get off my bed, go into the bathroom and strip. I want to see you shower and if I see any hint of you taking what belongs to me then I will take note and you will regret it. Do you understand?"

She nodded stiffly.

"Good. Now go."

She got up slowly from the bed. Although they had hardly touched she felt as though she were getting up from bout of all-night love making. She crossed the room carefully, self-consciously and entered the bathroom. She found the strength from some where to send one coy, glance behind her in revenge as she disappeared inside.

You're not the only one who can play games you sick, twisted bastard.
She thought.

He entered the bathroom, closed the door and then turned to her.

"Strip." He said. He hadn't planned any of this, which made it even more exciting for him.
These clever girls.
He thought.
Things never go according to plan.
It was what he loved about them, but none had ever worked themselves into quite such a state of 'debt' to him as Suzy and she was by far the cleverest of them all.

He watched her slow, stunned response to his blunt command.

"Everything?" She said  hesitantly. Obviously she had never done anything like this before. This was going to challenge every ounce of his self-restraint.

He just looked at her in response with a 'what do you think?' expression on his face.

"I thought you weren't going to do anything more to me until Boyevik was free?"

"I'm not. But if you're not naked in the next three minutes then our deal is off and this plane turns around."

She began hurrying to undress.

Don’t think. Just do. Remember, he's the one who wants this which puts me in control.

Even if she didn’t believe it much, it helped to steady her resolve.

"Isn't forcing someone to strip while you watch doing something to them?" She said as she slipped off her jeans and noted with anger how big the wet stain in her panties was. It had  at least been small, round and neat on her jeans, but on her small, white cotton drawers it looked immense.

"I'm not forcing you to do anything. You agreed to this. If you have any reservations about my request then simply don’t do it. I won’t attempt to force anything on you but our agreement will change. That's all. The sky won't fall down. This is the very definition of free will Suzy. You are stripping in front of me because you have chosen to. It's not rocket science. Not even computer science, both of which I'm pretty sure you have no problem with."

He was right. Rocket and computer science were a breeze for her. The art of the striptease however, hadn't been an elective at MIT.

She stripped down to her bra and panties and then stood there waiting. Ruben looked at his sixty thousand dollar Breguet Double Tourbillion watch and then turned his disapproving gaze towards her.

"You have 40 seconds left."

She turned away from him and then reached behind to undo her bra. It dropped to the floor in front of her along with any illusion that she was the boss of the situation in any way shape or form.

"Twenty-nine, twenty-eight… " he began counting down as she slid her wet panties off and then held them out to drop them on the floor next her bra.

"Wait."  He said firmly. "Those are mine. Give them to me."

She didn't move. That would mean turning around and she had only one hand with which to cover herself if the other was holding wet panties. Hell, he was already looking at her bare ass and no matter how uncomfortable and crazy it all felt, still she was getting turned on.

If this sick situation didn’t resolve itself quickly she would owe him another batch of girl cum pretty soon.

"Turn around slowly." He said. "I don't want you to be shy Suzy. For the record I find your body perfectly exquisite. But that doesn't excuse you from your duty. I have asked you to turn around once. I won’t ask you again."

Electing to cover her breasts with her free hand and holding the panties in front of her crotch with the other, she forced herself to turn and face him.

What confronted her had an effect on her she could never have predicted. When he had said he would watch her bathe she had assumed that he would bathe too. Now that she thought about it there had been no reason to think that at all. He was fully clothed in all his hand tailored finery and if she had felt naked before, suddenly she felt rent of her clothes.

"Aren’t you getting undressed as well?" She said nervously.

"No." He said. "I'm not the one who needs a shower. Now please come here Venus de Milo of the soaked panties, and give me those." He held out his hand towards her looking like a photo shoot from GQ with his loosened tie, tussled hair from her grip on him earlier and his shirt casually open at the neck. She could imagine girls happily going down on their knees in front of him.

Even queuing up to do it.

Fighting for it for Christ's sake.

She walked slowly towards him, preserving the remains of her tattered modesty as best she could and then held his gaze as she raised the panties towards him, thereby diverting his gaze away from her nether parts. Not that it would make any difference, but a tiny victory nonetheless. She would take them where she could, however small.

As he watched her calmly she had the feeling that he intended to slowly learn everything about her body that it was possible to know. He was clearly obsessive in everything that he did and his new obsession was her.

She dropped the warm, moist panties into his hand and watched his long fingers close around them.

"Very good." He said, placing them into his pocket. "I'll have them replaced. The new pair of course, remaining my personal property. Now get into the shower please. I want you to be thorough but not intimate or indulgent. Do you understand?"

She nodded her head and he breathed what sounded like a sigh of relief.

"You're being a good girl at last. Finally. Now turn and go into the shower. If I see anything I disapprove of I will tell you."

She turned and walked to the shower. It was a cylindrical affair with frosted glass from about the waist down.

Thank God for that at least.
She thought as she turned her naked ass to the fully clothed billionaire. She waited for him to command her to turn around and face her but heard only the sound of his heavy breathing behind her.

Because of me.
She thought, and felt momentarily empowered.

She gave him a slow, coy backwards glance and wished a sore erection upon him like a curse. Preferably the kind that would push painfully against the zipper  on those hand tailored pants.

Fucking asshole. One day I'm going to make that selfish cock explode whether it wants to or not.
She thought defiantly and felt a ripple of tingling desire pass through her body.

"I'm watching you." She heard him say, as though he had seen her dirty thought.

Jesus Christ, can't I get anything over on you Mayweather? God damn sex Gestapo up my rear end.

She turned on the shower and quickly steam began to rise and mist up the glass. She chose a lotion from the array of bottles and began to wash methodically, beginning with her shoulders and neck. Looking down to her breasts she realized how seemingly permanently hard they had become.

In fact her nipples were aching.

She wasn't sure if she would be able to touch them without moaning and then Ruben would…. what the hell would he do? Would she owe him something again?

She glanced back at him again and he was watching her intently. His looked so serious about the whole thing that it was almost ridiculous.

Ridiculously sexy.

Once again it hit her that no human being in her life had ever lavished such attention upon her every tiny movement. It was wildly flattering, sexy and scary all at the same time.

She glanced at him again and then slid her hand down to her breasts. The raw, smooth sensation of her soaped hands over the hardened, waiting nipple made her release just the tiniest moan.

"That's not allowed." She heard him say instantly. "I told you that until the first condition of our agreement is fulfilled everything belongs to me. I will not touch you. No one else will touch you. You will not touch yourself in a manner which induces sexual satisfaction. Not until everyone in our party is completely satisfied with the outcome of this mission."

She had stopped moving, her heart pounded underneath her palm, and warm water cascading everywhere, down her back and across her breasts. Every stream and eddy of water that crossed her flesh goaded her further, threatening to render his demand impossible to uphold.

And all the time he watched her, scrutinized her. He was still fully clothed; she, naked and exposed before him. The feeling was becoming impossible to contain.

She turned around and dropped her hands to her sides, warm water streaming down through her long hair.

"I can’t do this." She said, challenging him with her nudity. "You want me to shower while you watch me and not touch myself anywhere. It's just ridiculous. I can’t do it."

He stood up slowly and it was as though she could feel him from across the room; wanting her, ready to ruin her, but cruelly holding back.

Always holding back.

"This is good." He said. "Progress. You're asking me how to do something that I require of you. This deserves a reward and believe me, I can be very generous in my rewards."

Reward? Up to now he had only mentioned punishment and debt. This was new.

The hot water continued streaming down across her abdomen, between her thighs, cascading past her pubic mound and funneling down to her pussy, now hot with desire and anticipation.

"What kind of reward?"

"Turn around." He said. She gave him a longing glance before obeying his command and then waited, her back to him, as the sound of his expensive leather shoes tapped softly across the tiled floor.

The rounded door of the shower slid opening and cold air hit the skin on her back, her shoulders, her ass making her flesh tingle and come even more alive.

It was almost too much.

She saw his hand reach to the lotions beside her, heard the soft squelch of the liquid as he rubbed his hands together. When his arms encircled her and the warmth of his clothing, now saturated with hot water, pressed against her back it was a total, all encompassing surprise. He had soaked himself for her.