Romance: Kidnapped For The Billionaire's Pleasure - The Complete Series (Contemporary, Taboo, BDSM) (3 page)

I
don’t remember falling to sleep, but morning definitely came too
quickly. The first few seconds of waking up is a luxury to those who
have burdens; it's that small window where you think all is well with
the world and then reality strikes. All the bad memories of the day
before come flooding back. As I washed the grit from my eyes, I
thought, “Akemi, be prepared, some demons are coming your way.”
If it wasn’t breakfast with my sister I would have crawled back in
bed and died.

Chapter
4

The
skirt was too short and the blouse too tight. This was my first
thought as Mae turned the corner to join me. Today was sunny and I
opted for a floral strapless sun dress and sandals instead of a
business suit. I was wearing the largest and darkest sunglasses I
owned. Eyes puffy from last night's tears and my head hurting from
too many thoughts, I wanted to be as peaceful as possible today, but
my sister's bright outfit was a new shock to my senses.

It
was only because she was my sister that the was allowed in places
like this. We were at the AK hotel having breakfast in Joe’s
Restaurant. The little eatery was upscale but very trendy and the
dishes were divine. Mae’s selections from the color palette caused
stares from everyone, but as usual, she was in her own world and
didn’t notice. Recently she had taken to Boris, who showed neither
malice nor pleasure from her unsolicited attention.

She
wasn’t the loud type; she operated more like a snake in the grass.
Often appearing innocent to people she didn’t know; Mae was one to
be watched.

I
loved her though, and made sure she never suffered in life. She was
on staff at my organization, but the title was only for show as she
never actually came in to work. This wasn’t a problem to me; I
could afford it. As time went by, Shaun too picked up on her
slickness and was aware of her every move when she visited our home.

After
she greeted Boris with a rub of his chest, she kissed me on each
cheek and sat down.

“
Sis,
how are you? And where is your business suit? It's not often I see
you dressed like this.”

“
I’ve
taken the day off Mae. Speaking of clothes, what the hell are you
wearing?”

“
Don’t
you love it? It’s a new designer that I'm trying! She’s just out
of College. This is her newest summer line, ‘Splash of Color’. I
can order you a skirt just like mine if you want!”

“
No
thank you Mae, Dior and Chanel suit me just fine.”

The
waiter came over to take our orders and I decided to stick with
orange juice and scrambled egg whites, my stomach not in the mood for
too many things today. Mae, on the other hand, decided on a tasting
menu and had quite a few things from the Chef's kitchen. It was a
good thing I had money because I was certain I would be footing the
bill.

She
chatted quietly as she ate, never once asking me about what was
happening in my life. It was my silence that finally alerted her that
I wasn’t listening.

“
What's
wrong with you sis? Are you not feeling well?”

“
Physically,
I'm ok, but otherwise I'm a bit shaky.”

“
Is
that sexy husband of your cheating on you?”

She
liked Shaun and sometimes I thought she wished to have him for
herself. It was a thought I never entertained for too long.

“
No,
he's not. He would never do that. It's just that I’ve gotten these
phone calls…”

And
I recounted the story of yesterday's events. She looked surprised
and asked the same question I did.

“
Who
would want to hurt you, Akemi? Aren’t the bad guys in jail?”

“
I'm
just as lost as you Mae. I have no idea. Shaun is checking out who
may be out and I have Boris here to keep the peace with his piece.”

“
Well
keep me informed. Maybe I should get a bodyguard too...or maybe a
gun!”

The
conversation went cold as we were considering all that was happening;
it seems that peace was never with us too long.

The
week was uneventful and I wasn’t certain if I was happy with it or
not. I wanted something to happen. I wanted to know who was stalking
me and what they needed from me. Waiting was never one of my strong
suits.

Shaun
and I tried many times that week to continue with the intimacy
exercise, but every time it got heated I would remember the phone
call and go cold. The aromatherapy and soft music didn’t help and
daily I could feel Shaun growing more and more frustrated with his
now frigid wife. As Sunday approached, I feared that I was failing at
my marriage and that I was the opposite of King Midas; everything I
touched didn’t turn to gold…. it was destroyed.

Shaun
never came home from work early like he promised for Sunday's
session, and instead I was forced to go alone. The Chauffeur and
Boris never asked any questions, but like me, I'm sure they wondered
where he was.

Camilla
was her usual bubbly self, not letting the fact that Shaun was absent
detract from our session.

“
I
see you are alone today. May I call you Akemi as it's just us
girls?”

“
Certainly
Camilla its not a problem.”

“
Tell
me what happened with your intimacy exercise this week… positive
results?”

I
told her the truth. What was the sense of going to therapy if you
were going to lie? I was rich, but I wasn’t going to waste my
money. Only the first session was free.

“
So
now ever since that night I can't seem to get comfortable. It's
playing with my mind. Do you know how many rich men I fucked in my
former life? Do you know how many families were torn apart when I
exposed the truth about StarLink? It could be anybody. But now worst
of all I can't even pretend to screw my husband anymore. It's killing
me.”

”
Hummm,”
she said pensively, “well this is a perfect time to talk about your
inner fears and demons. Many times things happening on the outside
are a reflection of trauma on the inside. Have you ‘faced’
yourself recently?”

I
was lost. I had no clue what sexual demons I had that could impact
this situation, but then again, I was a poor Asian girl who was
bought and traded with others just like the stock market. I wasn’t
the one with the PHD.

“
You
have to explain yourself Camilla, I'm lost.”

“
When
last did you lay down and touch yourself, get familiar with your body
and by extension your mind?”

I
didn’t have an answer to that and she knew it.

“
Since
your husband isn’t here today we will do a one on one session with
a female assistant if that’s fine with you.”

“
Ok.
We can do that.”

“
Come
with me.”

Chapter
5

The
room she took me to was small, so small I could almost touch the
sides if I stood with my hands outstretched. It was wall to wall
mirrors with a long, narrow bed in the middle. When the door was
closed, I could see myself from every angle and it was very
disconcerting. I didn’t like to see myself so up close and
personal. It would take getting used to.

Through
the same invisible door appeared the model from the previous session.
She was 100% naked and seemed very comfortable with this.

“
Hi,”
she said with a grin that overtook her whole face.

I
too smiled, but not as enthusiastically as her.

“
I'm
not going to touch you, but you will do everything I do in the same
order, do you understand? ”

I
nodded in agreement and she continued.

“
The
first thing you have to do is disrobe slowly. Focus on your eyes and
follow your hands in the mirror. It must be done slowly as though you
are seducing yourself.”

“
Okayyyyyyy,”
was my response, and I decided I didn’t like this exercise one bit.
But I had already agreed to this thing so I would have to follow
through.

I
was wearing only a skirt and blouse. My jacket was in Camilla's
office. I focused on my eyes as I had done with Shaun and slowly
undid my buttons. The assistant guided me by saying to take note of
my senses - specifically touch and sensations.

The
blouse was made of 100% Sea Island cotton and finished with pearl
buttons. I allowed my fingers to glide over their smoothness and
traced their outline as I went. Gliding my hands over the delicate
cotton, I made note of the sensation of the tiny bums and ridges that
made up the natural fabric. I closed my eyes to take in the
sensations and a feeling of immense relaxation over took me. The
blouse landed in a heap on the floor as it fell while I made note of
my torso and the rise and fall of my breasts. The skirt was of a
stretchy fabric and had no buttons or zips. I followed the curve of
my hips with my palms and tried to envision myself as a whole woman.
Linking my thumbs in the waist band I slowly slid it off my hips and
stepped out of it. I stood almost naked before myself and smiled at
my own reflection.

The
thong was made of a nude mesh and was transparent enough to reveal my
mound which was kept free of hair. I massaged the protruding fatty
bulge with my hands, squeezing and releasing it as I went. I slid the
thong down past my thighs and to my knees and finally I detached it
from my ankles and red soles.

The
bra; also nude in color, added to my almost naked effect and I
resisted the temptation to take it off in a hurry. Instead, I traced
the boundary between bra and skin and marveled at how it caressed me.
I removed the straps before finally unhooking it at the back.

I
was now bare and exposed and it felt like the first time I was seeing
Akemi. I turned to the girl who was now studying my body intently.
Her smile was gone and her eyes now hooded with desire. She didn’t
break the rules; she never touched me.

Her
next instruction was simple: “follow me.”

Laying
back on the bed, she propped on a pillow that I assumed was
specifically designed for this situation. Cut like a wedge it
supported the neck and back, allowing the user to be in a semi-seated
position. She lay with her legs open as wide as possible and focused
on the mirror. I too sat and imitated her position, waiting for her
next move.

She
started with her neck, passing both her hands slowly over her
clavicle and rubbing her chest. She moved on to her areola after a
few seconds and traced the circle that was there. I too traced my
areola and made note of how my nipples peaked in response. She
pinched her nipples with pressure and moaned at the feeling. My
nipples were sensitive and squeezing them had an automatic reaction
of moisture between my legs.

She
was onto her stomach now, rubbing the smooth skin and sighing at the
pleasure it was giving her. She too had a mound to take notice of but
her clit was larger than mine and it was obvious that she too was
stimulated as it protruded from its hiding place. She never touched
it, but instead rubbed her inner thighs and the outer edge of her
swollen lips.

I
too did this and could feel the blood rushing to the areas that I
touched. It seemed like forever before she rubbed her clit and I was
growing wetter and wetter in anticipation of seeing her do it. When
she finally did, her entire body shuddered and she could no longer
keep focus in the mirror. Watching a woman touch herself was more
erotic than I would have thought. Even if I didn’t want to, I had
no choice but to rub my clit to release the tension building in my
pelvis.

With
three fingers she spread the lips of her pussy and introduced them to
her wet waiting passage. Her oil was flowing in abundance and every
time she withdrew her fingers they glistened in the light. I wanted
to touch her, but I knew it was against the rules, so instead, I too
fingered myself, bringing my body to a pleasure peak.

She
was moving faster now; one hand on her clit and three fingers inside
her, she worked to bring herself release. Tiny moans escaped my lips
as I too followed suit. Soon the room was filled with noises of
pleasure and wetness along with scents of sex as two women who
didn’t know each other, reached a climax simultaneously.

The
moist fingers, glistening skin and heaving chests were obviously the
signs of self satisfaction that Camilla was looking for, and she
entered the room clapping like she had witnessed a show on Broadway.