Master & Student (The Billionaire's Way) Book 2 (2 page)

The afternoon turns to evening. We head for dinner at a Malibu restaurant called “Geoffrey's.” I’ve heard of the place and can’t help but get excited at having dinners at places that would cost more than my entire paycheck. For Mr. Peak, however, this dinner is all about business.

When my boss walks into the restaurant, the female hostess snaps to attention. “How are you this evening, Mr. Peak?”

“I’m doing fine, Janice.”

The hostess leads us to the patio. I notice many movie stars and famous folks seated at the patio. Some of them recognize my boss. I try my best to not be a gawker. But damn, with all these Hollywood “A” listers, I feel like I am caught inside a
Vanity Fair
spread.

My boss pulls out the chair for me. This catches me completely by surprise. I thank him and sit down. My boss doesn’t look at the menu. His focus is directly, completely and utterly at me.

“We will be traveling to Monaco in two days. Tomorrow we will be making a little trip so make sure you get a good night’s sleep.”

“Where are we going, Sir?”

“I’ll leave it as a surprise.”

Great. Now, how the heck am I supposed to get a good night’s sleep with this hanging over my head? The wine couldn’t get here fast enough. Even though I am only twenty, no one is about to card Mr. Peak’s date. I get several drinks into me and then I enjoy some grilled chicken, shrimp and roasted potatoes. For dessert, I get one of those fudge brownies with a scoop of vanilla ice cream topped with hot fudge. Mr. Peak opts for a cigar. As I am halfway done with my dessert, my boss takes a spoon and samples it. I think it is so cute. Watching this hulking billionaire munch on a bite of fudge brownie and ice cream seems to bring him down to Earth for a bit.

We get back to the mansion. My boss leads me up to his master suite. He begins to get undressed. I watch him. Damn, his body is so ripped. When he strips down to his boxers, my boss begins to undress me. And boy, does he like to take control. He pulls off my dress and un-hooks my bra and thong in seconds. Mr. Peak turns me around and spanks my ass. Then he sucks on my nipples. He nibbles me much like he nibbled on that dessert at the restaurant!

Mr. Peak leads me into the shower. We take turns washing each other’s body. Midway through our shower, my boss becomes completely aroused. I look down between his legs and just see that thick monster. I want to grab it but I’m almost scared of its size.

“Oh, I gotta fucking do you right now,” my boss says as he grabs me. Mr. Peak picks me up and carries me out of the shower. He carries me to the California King-Sized bed and throws me onto the mattress.

Mr. Peak reaches into his nightstand and pulls out a long chain and a collar. My boss puts the collar around my neck and attaches the chain to the collar. He puts me on my hands and knees and orders me to put my head down and to put my ass up into the air.

“How much pain do you think you can handle?” he whispers into my ear.

“As much as you are willing to give me, Sir.”

My boss pulls on the chain, snapping my head back. I cry out in pain. Then he snaps the chain on my ass. I moan a little bit. This time, I try to control my emotions.

“You have to learn to build your tolerance. That is why I am doing this. The more pain you can handle here, the more pain you can handle in the real world.”

“I am ready for all the pain you can give me, Mr. Peak.”

“Right now, there is just one form of pain I want to deliver to you.”

I feel my boss slowly enter me from behind. He starts to pump me nice and slow. My face turns red. Then he gets into a nice rhythm. He fucks me faster and faster while pulling on that chain.

I begin to moan. Mr. Peak pulls on the chain, snapping my head back. The harder he fucks me, the harder I moan. The harder I moan, the harder Mr. Peak pulls on the chain. The bed begins to shake. My boss spanks my ass until I cry.

This feels so good. My boss knows how to hurt me in all the right places. I feel my body ready to explode. I scream as I reach orgasm. Mr. Peak yanks that chain until my head snaps backward. I’ve never cum so hard in my life!

Mr. Peak knows how to keep his little “Student” satisfied. We hop into the jacuzzi where the big man finishes half a bottle of wine before we go to sleep. I am surprised that he lets me sleep in his bed. Perhaps this relationship is approaching something close to “Normal?” Who knows.

***

The next morning I wake up to find Mr. Peak gone. I rise out of bed and find myself alone. I go to the bathroom and there is no sign of my boss. “Mr. Peak?” I call out. There is no answer. This Malibu mansion is so huge I don’t know where to begin my search.

I put on a dress and begin to walk around the top level of the house. I continue to call out my boss’s name to no avail. I walk downstairs and begin to get a little nervous.
Where the hell can he be?

As I walk down a long hallway, I hear my boss grunting. It is an animalistic sound. I slowly creep to an open room at the end of the hall and find Mr. Peak working out with a pair of fifty pound dumbbells. Damn, now I know how he gets that incredible body.

I stare at my boss as he works out. I just admire the sweat dripping down from his muscles. As Mr. Peak finishes a set of curls, he drops the weights to the ground and grabs a towel. “I’m disappointed in you Sarah,” Mr. Peak says as his back is turned.

My posture jolts upright. “Sir?” I say meekly. My boss simply motions for me to come into the room.
Fuck. How in the world did he know I was spying on him?!
Mr. Peak wipes the sweat from his face and looks me up and down.

“I thought you would be a better spy than that,” my boss growls as he snaps the towel at my right thigh. I dare not scream nor do I jump back. My boss tosses the towel to the side. He grabs me and sits down on one of the workout benches. He pulls up my dress, exposing my ass. I feel his strong right hand slam against my backside.

I grab onto the workout bench as my boss slams his hand against my ass. I bite my lower lip, I close my eyes but I dare not scream out in pain. Mr. Peak stands me on my feet and grabs me by the hips.

“Get ready. We will be going out soon,” Mr. Peak orders.

“Where, Sir?”

“You can’t go off to Monaco dressed like some college girl backpacking through Europe,” my boss explains as he walks out of his home gym. I follow him while rubbing my sore butt. “In order to attract the attention of the Dictator’s son you will have to stand out in a sea of well-dressed, well-heeled young women.”

***

Before I know it, my boss and I get dressed and head downstairs. He walks over to the garage and drives out in a Bentley Sedan. I get inside. Mr. Peak speeds out of his private driveway and races down PCH.

We don’t talk much in the car. My boss turns into the city of Santa Monica and heads east. We enter Beverly Hills. My heart begins to race. The car reaches Rodeo Drive. Oh my goodness. You have to be kidding me!

I have been up here a few times before. Of course, I was broke. Coming up to Rodeo Drive is the worst feeling in the world. You see these wealthy people walking around with bags from Fendi, Bucceli and Chanel. And you know that there is no way in hell any average human being can afford to shop on this street. Rodeo Drive sure looks a lot more friendly and inviting from the cabin of a $300,000 car.

Mr. Peak pulls up to the Hermes store where a valet is waiting for him. We get out. The Valet takes his car and drives off. I follow my boss into one of the most expensive stores on Rodeo Drive.

When we walk inside, there is already a store manager and a young woman waiting for Mr. Peak. And boy do they sure look ready to cater to my boss’s demands.

“Good afternoon Mr. Peak, welcome to Hermes. My name is Simon. I am the store manager. To my right is Alicia. She is the director of our women’s department.”

“I will be going to Monaco with my friend and associate Sarah.”

“Excellent Sir,” the impeccably dressed Hermes nanager says.

“When Sarah walks into the Monte Carlo Casino, I want the eyes of every heiress, every billionaire, every playboy, Duchess and every last croupier to be directed in the direction of young Sarah,” Mr. Peak orders.

“When we are done, Mr. Peak, Prince Albert himself will propose to your woman.”

Alicia walks me to the women’s department. I look back and Mr. Peak remains at the front of the store in deep conversations with the store manager.

“Monaco. You truly are a lucky girl,” Alicia says as she leads me down the hallway flanked by a glass wall display of Hermes handbags bathed in golden light. My eyes dart in every direction. My legs struggle to keep up with the tall Hermes employee who seems eager to please my boss and meet my every whim.

I am led to this open atrium area where a staff of people are lined up with racks of clothing and boxes of shoes. Alright, I can officially die now. Before I have a chance to open my mouth, the Hermes staff is measuring my body, opening boxes and consulting amongst themselves.

“We have carefully selected several pieces that would be perfect for your Monaco trip. Let’s start with the shoes,” Alicia says as she has a member of her staff walk me to a seat. The group begins to exhibit the most drop dead gorgeous selections of Hermes heels, shoes and sneakers. I jokingly say, “I’ll take them all.”

Alicia doesn’t get the joke. She simply smiles and pulls out her iPad. The staff begins to carefully place about a dozen shoe boxes into the orange Hermes bags. Alicia stands me up. She begins to show me a selection of casual wear.

“Many of these selections are not even available on our display floor right now,” Alicia explains as she shows me an exquisite caramel and vanilla dress. The tall Hermes associate grabs a cute-as-a-button-hat and places it on top of my head. I smile, grab the brim of the hat and strike a pose.

As the staff continues to show me more and more dresses, my head begins to spin. I remember visiting a website and seeing a Hermes sweater going for $600. I can’t even begin to calculate how much this is going to cost Mr. Peak.

The staff starts to wrap up my selections as Alicia grabs my hand. “As you know, Hermes is famous for our handbags, we would like to show you our most special selections,” the young woman says as she walks me to a glass counter. On the counter are six Limited Edition Hermes bags. Alicia proudly acquaints me with each bag. “These Limited Edition bags are all hand made. For Monaco, I would like to recommend this highly coveted and ultra-rare Constance Elan model.”

I feast my eyes on this little black bag. It seems to have a glow around it. Bags are the one thing I really indulge in, when I have the money. So I can’t help but ask Alicia, “How much does this cost?”

“Twenty thousand dollars,” Alicia announces without hesitation. My heart jumps. I simply shake my head up and down. The Hermes girl smiles and hands the bag off to one of her staff members for proper packing.

Now, I have always had fantasies of walking out of Hermes with five or six bags in my hand. In this case, I carry nothing out of the store. The staff walks out of the boutique with a dozen bags. They march to Mr. Peak’s Bentley, stuffing the trunk of the massive vehicle with those precious orange bags.

I just stare at that truck full of shoes, dresses, hats, heels and handbags. Mr. Peak walks up behind me and says, “Good thing I brought the big Bentley.”

I turn around and look up at my boss. “I hope I didn’t take too much, Sir.”

“This is the cost of doing business, Sarah.”

The Hermes manager walks out, all smiles, and shakes Mr. Peak’s hand. “It is a pleasure to do business with you. I hope you have a wonderful time in Monaco,” the manager announces.

“We will have an excellent time. Thank you,” Mr.Peak says as he gives the manager a firm handshake.

The manager hands my boss the receipt, printed on an eight by eleven piece of paper. My boss doesn’t even look at the paper. He simply folds it and tucks it into his suit pocket. God. I want to know how much he spent. I want to know so badly but I dare not ask how much my boss just dropped at Hermes.