In Service To The Billionaire (20 page)

She wanted, more than anything, to tell them that this was what she had really wanted all along.

Chapter 24

It went without saying that Sophia did not sleep in the same bed as Todd that night. She offered to leave, to get a hotel or motel, to sleep on the couch. But no. He left and stayed at a friend's house, but not before he called her a whore, and a slut, and so forth and so on, and Sophia didn't dispute any of it.

Of course, she had a very
specific
rendition of the kind of slut and whore she was—Sand's—but she didn't want to rub his nose in it.

She calmly told him that they weren't going to work out, after all. No matter what. And that, since he hadn't even paid her a full month's of rent, he had until the end of the month to move out.

At dawn—after a sleepless night—she put on a pair of tight jeans and a brief violet sweater and took off in the car.

Sand, that morning, was leaving to go to Miami on business, and probably to bang away the memory of his short-lived relationship with Sophia. Sophia knew that was how he handled stress. Sophia also knew where Sand’s jet took off from. He owned a private air strip on the edge of the city, surrounded by cornfields.

It took her about forty-five minutes to get there, even in the absence of traffic on the Sunday morning.

Using her access card from work, she was able to drive straight through the gate. She parked not far from the jet, waiting. The pilot sat on the stairs leading into the jet, watching her suspiciously. She didn't care.

When Sand arrived at the runway thirty minutes later, right on time, a security escort following him in two black SUVs, she was there waiting. She leaned on top of the hood of her car, her arms crossed. Her body was a mixture of cool weariness from the night’s events and the rush of adrenaline at seeing him so close to her again.

The security team rushed out of their vehicles, surrounding her and pointing loaded weapons at her. She was a little worried, but not really—if they wanted her dead, they would have done it already. Dave led the rush, holding his gun up.

“Guys, come on,” she said, holding up her hands. “You know me, Dave.”

“Sorry, ma’am,” he shrugged, coming close. “Sand’s orders. We have to search you.”

She scoffed. “Really?”

Another punishment, then.

Dave's hands ran up and down her body, searching for weapons. Of course, she had none. Hurting Sand was the last thing she wanted in her life.

He stepped out of the town car, a small smile on his face.

“What do you want? Are you here to give me another...mouthful?”

God, he was so fucking arrogant.

And god...it turned her on so fucking much.

“I have things to say to you,” she said softly. “I would ask to say them in private, please.”

Sand considered, and then shrugged, nodding. The wind pushed at his short blond hair.

“Give us some space, boys.”

The security team spread out, focusing their eyes anywhere but on Sand and her.

Wrapping and re-wrapping her hands, she stepped closer to him and took a deep breath. “I wanted to...I wanted to thank you, for what you did last night. I wanted to let you know how it reminded me of...of who I’m supposed to be.”

He made a non-committal tone. “All right.”

“I
miss
you, Sir, and I think of nothing
but
you...and...” she stopped, laughing briefly and staring into his cold blue eyes again. “This is just, no good, is it? For either of us. There are so many appropriate terms I have for you, but I don’t know if I’m
allowed
to use any of them right now, and I
want
to so badly...”

Of course, she was talking about how she loved him. Truly. Deeply. Terribly.

But...could she say it first? Was that allowed? Would he shut her down forever?

She stepped closer. He did not push her away or back off. Feeling daring now, she tugged at his collar, sliding her soft, hot thigh between his legs.

“Please, forgive me? Please...I want to...I want to call you all those things again.” She began to whisper. “I need to. I can’t live without my Mas—”

“Don’t,” he said suddenly, turning away. “Do not. Or I will have them detain you.”

Her heart thumped hard in her chest.

“I’m sorry. It’s just...I realize now, I don’t want him. I want you. Maybe I...maybe I needed to be with him to realize that. I don’t think it would ever work out with him. I would love to be with you instead. I want to...” she hesitated, and then went for it, as close as she could make it without saying it direct, “...I want to
love
you instead, if you'll let me.”

His eyes went wide, anger slipping over his handsome face.

“No,” he said simply.

“No, no” she said, shaking her head. “That came out wrong. Not...not ‘instead.’ I mean...” she sighed, flabbergasted with herself. The wind cut through her thick hair. “I just want
you
, Sir! Please?”

“I said, no.”

“Why?”

He shook his head, smiling. “That last fuck was just to get you out of my system. I wanted to humiliate him, your little boy fiancé, for taking away the thing that I wanted. Now I have. And now we’re done.”

It was really that simple for him. And what happened the night before had been—while cunt-soaking and erotic—terrifically brutal.

But...no.

He had
promised
to use her like that when they were together, cradling her in his strong perfect arms. He knew that nothing would turn her on more, would make her love him more. The forcefulness of it, the passion...it couldn’t have purely been about revenge.

“Please...” she said, defeated. “Please...Sir...don’t do this. I
love
—”

“No!” he shouted.

Around them, the security guards jumped. Sand waved his hand, calling them off.

“Do not say such things. We both know you do not mean them. You are just trying to manipulate me, like everyone else. You want to get what you want, and you don’t care about me. We both know this. Do not pretend otherwise.”

She was angry now.

“Pretend otherwise?” She couldn't hide the fierce anger in her voice, so frustrated with his arrogance. “You self-centered
bastard
! You ruined my engagement. It’s all over now. All of it. I have
nothing
left but you. Please...please at least give me you!” The anger had left her, as suddenly as it arrived. “Even if you
hate
me...just let me stay with you. Let me just...curl at your feet. I can just suck you off, whenever you feel the need. Please...at least that?”

He was quiet for a long time. Behind them, the jet had started up, its engines whining high.

“I didn’t ruin anything. You enjoyed it, Sophia. You came. I felt it.”

Her cheeks flushed with shame. She turned her head down.

“And ‘at least give you me?’ I’m not a consolation prize, Sophia. I won’t be treated like one.”

That wasn’t what she meant. That wasn’t what she meant at all. But he was right.

They each said nothing else, and Sand got on the jet. And for Sophia, she felt one more part of her life flying away, completely out of her hands. The security team left, driving off in their SUVs.

Soon, there was no one left in the cool morning on the air strip but here. She felt naked, vulnerable, and alone.

Chapter 25

Later on that evening, Sophia was alone in the house. Todd was nowhere to be found—Sophia had no idea where to even start looking. She did not think she cared all that much.

Earlier in the day, she had received a text from him:

Is this really it? This is how it ends?

She would rather not do him the indignity of a text message, but if that was how he wanted to approach her, then she felt obligated to text him back. So:

Yes. I apologize for how you found out. But this is what I want
.
I'm willing to talk with you more, but that is my decision, and it won't change
.

Hours later, she still hadn't received a response.

Perhaps, like her, he just realized the futility of their relationship. Maybe he knew deep down that she didn’t love him, and wanted to make it easier for her. Maybe he knew that he simply didn't have what it took to please her as deeply as someone else could.

At around eight o'clock, there was a series of swift knocks at the door. Sophia slowly got up off her comfy floral couch—the knocks continuing all the while—and made her way to the door.

It was Elle, holding another bottle of wine—a white, this time.

“Hey babe,” the bubbly blonde said with a grin. “I thought maybe you could use a friend?”

Sophia’s heart warmed. Soon, they were upstairs together.

They sat down and broke open the bottle of the wine. Sophia revealed the revelation of the break-up—to the non-surprise of Elle—and they tried to talk about other matters like the weather, television, to no avail.

Finally, Sophia brought it up.

“I’m sorry you had to see me like that,” she said. “Last night, I mean. After he...finished with me.”

Furiously and suddenly, Elle blushed. “Yeah. That was...um...you were kind of loud,” she said with a nervous laugh.

Sophia put her hands in her face. “I know! I know. I’m sorry. I went after him this morning...and...and nothing. Just nothing. He doesn’t want me. I’m without anybody.”

Elle slipped a hand forward. “You’ve got me.”

Maybe it was just the wine, but Sophia felt like her voice sounded especially thick. Not with drunkenness, though. With wanting.

The tanned, delicate features of Elle's legs were easy to see with the loose skirt she had on. Her shirt, a tight gray tank top, hugged her tits together. And Sophia saw this—and with the wine in her, enjoyed seeing it quite a bit.

“I do.” Sophia squeezed Elle’s hand right back.

“What I said to you before,” said Elle, “about you choosing who you love. What do you think about that?”

“I don’t know,” said Sophia. “Sand is...so difficult. He’s got this handle on me. I can’t explain it.”

“I can.” Elle shifted closer to her. “You love him. Don’t you?”

Sophia stayed quiet.

“You love him, and you don’t love Todd. You can say it.”

“Ugh,” she said. “I don’t know. Can I say that?”

“Of course you can, girl. God, I’d fucking be in love with Sand too if I had the chance, probably.”

A sudden, hot lilt of inspiration hit Sophia. In a flash, the image of Sand’s original ad hit her. And very specifically, what it said about his desires.

You:

Female Sub.

Must dress hot.

Must be attractive.

Must obey.

Must want breath play and domestication.

Must be open to multiple female partners.

That last bit could be her way in. Must be open to multiple female partners.

He wanted a threesome. And Sophia...Sophia could make it happen.

Wonder struck her, that she hadn’t thought of it before. Certainly, too much time hadn’t passed since she and Elle had been together. Only a little more than a month. And Elle's body was so close, so soft. Their knees touched. And Elle had such...depth of feeling...

“Elle...” she slid her hand across the couch so that it rested on Elle’s. “Elle, baby...”

Elle gulped. “Um...Sophia?”

Daring now, Sophia pulled Elle closer in—and Elle did nothing to resist. Sophia pushed a soft hand through Elle's short blond hair.

“Elle...what if you could help me out with getting back with Sand? Wouldn’t you like to help me out, baby?”

This was deeply, intrinsically wrong—and so very hot because of it. Sophia may have found Elle attractive—she definitely did, as a matter of fact—but this was beyond the pale. Using her friend’s long-held attraction, unlocking that delicate box just to get a man.

Sophia didn’t care, though. The only that mattered anymore was being with Sand. Being his pet. Being his slave. Everything else came second.

Elle wanted her, she justified quickly. Elle thought she was banging hot and said so all the time. If this worked, everybody could get what they wanted.

“Sophia...Sophia we’re...we’re friends, come on. Don’t...don’t tease me like this.”

Sophia landed a soft little kiss on Elle's neck. “Who’s teasing?”

She slid her hand directly up Elle’s skirt, into the soft flesh of her inner-thighs, pressing there hotly.

Elle's voice became a soft, hot whine. “Sophia...I just...god. I...you know how I feel about you. I have so many feelings that I just have to put away and not think about, or else I’ll go crazy, so I don’t...don’t play with me, please?”

Leaning in with a smile, Sophia’s brushed up against Elle’s ear.

“I want you, Elle...I've wanted you for a while now. I'm tired of hiding it. I'm tired of Todd getting in the way of what I think. I want you, and I want Sand, too.” Elle gasped, pushing her hot pussy hard down onto Sophia's exploring fingers. “I want to serve you up to him. I want to make you an offering so that he knows I’m absolutely serious about being his.”

Easily pushing aside the flimsy resistance of panties, Sophia’s fingers slid up into Elle’s pussy.

“Oh my god, Sophia!”

“You see, I want him to be the only
man
in my life...but there’s no restriction against lots of
women
. Lots of women...just for him.”

Elle’s mouth finally collapsed on Sophia’s, moaning hot and slipping over Sophia’s sexy, full lips.

“Let’s go to bed,” Sophia purred.

Within just a few moments, they tumbled into her bedroom, kissing madly. Their lovemaking in the past had been hindered by furiously heavy anchors of shame. But Sophia felt no such shame now—Sand completely unlocking her range of desires.

She wanted to be spanked. She wanted to be choked. She wanted to be dominated totally.

And she wanted Elle. God, she wanted Elle so fucking bad.

They undressed each other in a rush, each feeling that unless this happened fast, it wouldn't happen at all. If they stopped to consider or think too long, it would all dissolve.