Romance: Kidnapped For The Billionaire's Pleasure - The Complete Series (Contemporary, Taboo, BDSM) (2 page)

The
entrants to the room didn’t need to be instructed and took their
place on the bed. They both wore silk robes and Camilla asked us to
observe exactly what they were doing. The girl and guy were locked in
a stare. They did nothing but look into each other eyes for a full
two minutes.

The
guy reached out his hand and slowly undid the tie of the robe ,
allowing it to fall to her shoulders and then to her waist exposing
round full breasts with nipples at their peak. Still looking into
each others eyes, she did the same action, but more slowly and
seductively, caressing the tie as it slipped through her fingers.
His chest was firm and the skin stretched over the sculpted muscles.

He
was the first to break the stare by slowly shifting his gaze to her
throat, chest and finally her breasts where he marveled at her
nakedness. Following suit like a good lover, she traced the steps to
his torso with her eyes and focused on the brown patch of hair just
above his waist. He outstretched his hand and placed it on her cheek
and she closed her eyes, drinking in the stimulus to her skin.

His
fingertips followed the contours of her jaw and throat and paused at
the clavicle of her neck before tracing her dark areola and then
eventually the hardened nipples. She didn’t need to be told to
reciprocate the action and she made the same path from his cheek all
the way down to the fuzzy brown patch. His breathing quickened as
she let her fingers linger and her gaze refocused on his eyes.

I
was in a trance at this display of intimacy and was aware of the
moisture between my legs. I surveyed the room to see if Shaun or
Camilla Alexis had seen that I was visibly turned on by this
demonstration.

Camilla
was smiling as though she wanted to clap her hands and say’ bravo’,
but Shaun’s face was flushed redder than before and could see his
cock stiffening in his pants.

As
quietly as they came, they left. Smiling at us and holding hands,
they disappeared from the room.

Clearing
her throat, Camilla began to speak again, “Is that something you
think you can do as a couple?”

My
mouth was like sandpaper when I responded.

“
Yes
of course I can do that.”

Shaun
chimed in, “yes we can try it.”

Camilla
gave guidelines. “Now, while we are exploring this new territory
you can't have full sexual intercourse. I want you to concentrate on
doing what you just saw until you no longer are uncomfortable with
it. Understand?”

We
nodded and Camilla got up from her resting place.

“
Well,
I want to see you next Sunday night this same time for session 2.”

We
both agreed to the terms and conditions set out by this stranger and
got up to leave.

At
home, I drilled Shaun further about his displeasure with my love
making, but he didn’t entertain my frustration. Instead, he kissed
me on the head and went into his office on the first floor of the
house, leaving me alone.

Chapter
3

The
letter came as I was leaving for the afternoon's press conference
discussing new US policies on human trafficking. Jenna brought it in
along with my printed speech and briefcase. She said it was delivered
by a random guy downstairs who left it at the front desk.

On
the front simply stated ‘Mrs. Shaun Coverly’. I dropped it into
my purse, unalarmed, as this kind of thing happened often. With the
advent of the internet, snail mail was rare, but occasionally someone
we helped or inspired, dropped us a line of gratitude.

The
press conference was long and boring to me. I never enjoyed these
events where politicians and officials pushed their own agenda. By
the time all was said and done the red tape and paper work would get
in the way of saving lives.

I
declined the complimentary lunch and decided it would be better to
dine alone. Ado was my choice for the day, and for someone like me
reservations were not necessary. The little yellow cottage’s
appearance was quaint, but the food exquisite and I enjoyed many a
quiet dinner there. In this life and my past one.

I
decided not to use a limo today and opted to be chauffeur driven in
one of the least flashy cars we owned. I needed to enjoy a little
alone time and ponder what Shaun had said at the session. I was
having pasta. The kind that you didn’t want to stop eating. The
garlic shrimp was all but sumptuous and for a minute I forgot that I
had any troubles in the world.

Choosing
to have a little white was uncharacteristic of me, but I decided it
would be a nice compliment to the meal and I sipped it a little too
enthusiastically. Later I wondered if I was a little too flirtatious
with the waiter.

As
I reached into my purse to retrieve my black card, the envelope I had
ignored earlier fell onto my lap. I turned my attention to it as soon
as the waiter walked away.

Inside
it was a piece of paper with a corny poem. In my heart, I knew this
wasn’t a thank-you letter.

Holier
than thou or so we pretend

It’s
a pity all acts come to an end

The
past may be the past

But
it still presents

The
dilemma of what happens when we pretend.

It
was signed Karma and from my recollection, I knew she was a bitch.

I
was unnerved and confused by this silly little poem and I didn’t
know why. For as long as I could remember I was an up front person,
only choosing to put on an act for those who held me captive. Three
years after the ordeal, I thought I had grown into a pretty well
rounded woman. The private jets and exclusive treatment were the only
life I knew; both in and out of captivity. Retrieving my card from
the waiter and taking out my cell phone, I motioned to the bodyguard
that I was ready to leave.

I
dialed Shaun while the chauffeur brought around the car. I chose not
to tell him about the letter even though I wanted to. He was coming
home early. Excited to practice Camilla’s technique, he had cleared
his schedule just for us.

Our
home was luxurious and almost decadent. This was our first purchase
as a couple and Shaun insisted that we have an exclusive address;
there was no expense to be spared and no indulgence unsatisfied when
it came to claiming his rightful place in the higher echelons of
society.

The
property was massive and I never remembered how many square feet it
comprised of. The ocean was our back yard and I didn't get to swim
often enough. There was a small pool house retrofitted with barbecue
grills, mini bars and a miniature spa. The attendants worked every
day of the week and made sure my daily massage relaxed me to the
point of sleep.

The
main house looked like a large immaculately kept farmhouse; this was
what attracted me to it in the first place. Only one floor was at
the front of the house, but three stories finished the back. The top
floor was the master suite and where I spent most of my time.

My
body guard was never far away and made certain that all was protected
by me personally, while guards at the front gate protected all else.

He
was smiling when he entered the room. I loved to see Shaun smile; it
gave me peace beyond measure that someone was in my corner
unconditionally. I hoped to one day return his love just as
passionately. I knew that I came across as cold and detached
sometimes, but after so many years of putting on a mask I found it
difficult to take it off.

He
decided to embellish on Camilla’s instructions for intimacy and
drew me a bath with rose petals after he dismissed the maid for the
night. Sitting on my bed in my robe, I felt the nervousness bubbling
in my chest at having to perform an exercise that should be normal
for any adult human.

The
room was dark except for the soft glow that the candles gave. He
evidently had done his own research and had added some aromatherapy
oils to small oil burners around the room. He sat down on the bed
next to me, our feet both dangling inches above the plush carpet, and
held my hand. My eyes rose to meet his gaze and we both breathed
deeply. He searched the windows to my soul and I searched his. His
face bore no smile, only concern and patience as he sought to tie my
spirit to his.

I
stared back and it wasn’t easy. Holding someone in a gaze meant all
your vulnerabilities were exposed and raw. I didn’t like it. I
was tarnished and soiled from my experiences. I wasn’t a person. I
was an inanimate object to be used at a man's will and I no longer
knew what it was to love. He softened his features and smiled at me
and I felt the warmth growing. It was the smile of a man who wanted
a woman in every way.

The
next step was the untying of the robe and I decided to go first.
Slowly like water, I allowed the fabric to pour through my fingers
and I was sensitized by the smoothness against my finger tips. As it
fell a small puff of air filled it and it billowed around his waist.
Raising my manicured fingers to his face, I gently stroked his jaw
line and it flexed in reaction. His neck was soft and smooth, but the
veins were more prominent than I remembered. Shaun’s chest always
fascinated me and his pecks were now the object of my attention.
Gooseflesh formed on the tight muscles as I spread my palm over his
beating heart. The nipples stood out and I wanted to kiss them but
refrained.

His
chest heaved up and down in anticipation of what “should” happen
next. I was forever cognizant of Camilla’s rules not to have sex.

His
turn to caress my skin was like butter melting in a hot pan. Slowly
he used his fore and middle finger to move my hair from my face and
trace my ears. As he cupped my jaw I closed my eyes and leaned into
him, wanting to feel his warmth. He spawned my neck with his whole
hand and I tossed back my head to give him full access. I could feel
the passion in his loose grip and the hesitation in moving on to my
chest.

As
his fingers approached my nipple I exhaled a breath I didn’t know I
was holding. He didn’t gratify me with touching it; instead, he
circled the areola and traced the circle around the dark flesh.
Finally he let his hand barely touch the over sensitive peak and my
body responded. The climax was like no other and I searched his eyes
yet again as my body was washed with pleasure and wanting. Wanting
his hands to go further, wanting him to take me in his arms. Wanting
him to make love to me.

He
knew the face I made when I had an orgasm, it was rare and always
appreciated by him. As I stretched out my hand to touch the patch of
hair hiding his manhood the phone in my purse rang.

We
were both startled from our Tantric sex and no one moved at first.
The phone rang out and we decided to ignore it until it started to
ring again. This time I was the one who moved and answered in
annoyance. The voice that responded was rough and raspy and awfully
familiar.

“
Akemi,
it's so nice to hear your voice again. I've dreamed of you all these
years. That tight wet pussy kept me company on so many nights… if
only you knew….”

“
Who
the fuck is this? What do you want?”

“
Oh
Akemi, what I want is not an issue. It's what I'm going to get that
should be your concern. Did you like my poem? It was specially for
you and your baby… remember?”

“
What
the hell are you talking about? I don’t have any children. You have
the wrong number….”

Shaun
snatched the phone with a force that almost damaged my ear.

“
Who
the hell is this and what the fuck do you want?”

“
Shaun,
how sweet to hear you too. I see you are still the valiant prince
charming. How's business?”

“
Listen
man, I don’t know who you are or what the fuck you want with my
wife, but if I were you I would piss off!”

And
with that he ended the call. His face turned from anger to concern as
he came to hug me and ask if I was alright. I considered myself
pretty strong, but the poem coupled with this had shaken me quite a
bit. My sobs were not making it out of my throat and I was choking on
my own saliva.

“
I'm
fine Shaun. Who would do this? Aren’t the people from my past in
jail? My number isn’t the easiest to get hold of! Who would do
this?!”

He
clutched me tightly to his chest and rocked me like a child.

“
I
will figure it out. I knew that you didn’t like Boris but now you
see how important a body guard is? You are protected at all times
honey, I won't let anything happen to you.”