Romance: Kidnapped For The Billionaire's Pleasure - The Complete Series (Contemporary, Taboo, BDSM) (4 page)

I
felt a feeling of pride. I knew now in my heart that I wasn’t
frigid, just hesitant to know myself as a sexual being, but this was
about to change. I was worthy of love and worthy of pleasures that
were so priceless money could not buy them. Today was a productive
day.

I
was in a daze as Camilla set my next appointment and issued
instructions for me to do this same performance for Shaun. I left her
office smiling and feeling like the world was my oyster and I, the
rare pearl inside it.

Chapter
6

Shaun
never came home and by 1 am I was worried more than ever. Calls to
his cellphone were met by voice mail and his office phone went
unanswered. His bodyguard was also mysteriously unavailable. I had
just decided to dress and call my chauffeur when my cell rang. An
unfamiliar number let me know that it was not going to be a pleasant
call.

“
Akemi,
what a shame to be alone on a nice night like this… still not being
able to fuck your husband like you fucked me?”

“
Jesus
Christ! Why the hell do you keep calling me? ”

“
I
like talking to you Akemi, with our history I thought you would be
glad to hear from me!”

“
I
don’t even know who you are buddy. What do you want?”

“
It’s
not me that needs anything tonight darling. It's your husband. We
will chat later, after you’ve seen the video.”

“
What
video, freak?”

But
there was no answer. Looking at the phone in bewilderment, my mind
wondered what this fucking idiot was referring to.

The
message alert was the answer to my question. Another corny poem
awaited me and a link to someplace on the internet that I was sure
would reveal nothing good.

Once
you were able to perform, act on any stage

But
now, I guess you are suffering from old age

Pussy
isn't working and husband dissatisfied

I
am not amazed that he would step outside.

I
clicked the link because I had no choice. Fear and curiosity got the
better of me.

It
was an aerial shot.

Shaun
was sitting at his desk with a drink in his hand while staring
intently at the computer screen. His phone rang and he answered,
saying words I couldn’t hear. A few seconds elapsed and he got up
to answer his door. He returned and was carrying a conversation with
a person off screen. He swung his grand leather chair to face who
ever was there and just looked in their general direction, but his
mouth was no longer moving. The look on his face was so familiar to
me, but I couldn’t put my finger on what it was.

A
leg was the next thing I saw as it landed on the desk, knocking away
some disorganized papers. Shaun rolled forward and the person stepped
into the screen. Her head and shoulders were visible, but she never
looked up. The woman was naked.

Her
leg was still on my husband's desk and my heart raced as I put
together what was really happening. His hand was between her legs now
and he was staring into her eyes to gauge her reaction. Rolling
forward in his chair further still, he dropped his head and it
disappeared behind her leg. It was only when he threw her on the desk
and spread her legs further did I realize who it was.

I
dropped the phone on the bed and backed away from the despicable
sight of my husband devouring another woman's pussy. But it wasn’t
any woman; it was someone I had known for a long time and held dear
to my heart… a heart that was now failing me and a heart that I
could hear beating in my own ears. A heart that was now irreparably
broken.

Chapter 1

The nightmares started the same
night I saw my husband with another woman. I waited up for him after
my tired body wouldn’t allow me to drive over to his office.
Drifting into a fitful sleep sometime after three am, I still felt
aware of my surroundings like I was in a twilight zone. The dream was
vivid, but the circumstances were extremely confusing. I couldn’t
tell if it was fact or my overactive imagination.

The doctor's face was covered in
beads of perspiration and people were yelling in the background. The
nurse seemed panicked as she fussed over a screaming baby in the
transparent bassinet. A hand raised to wipe my brow and I realized it
was my own. A plastic blue wrist band indicated that I was indeed in
the hospital. The pain from my lower stomach and the stabbing in my
back was almost unbearable.

My legs felt the sensation of
the cold metal stirrups and the doctor was concentrating intently on
what was happening between them. The stress on his face showed and he
looked as though he was having a challenge. Frantically, he called to
another nurse wearing blood covered gloves.

“
Nurse we need to move this
along, she’s bleeding faster than we can stop it. We need to get
this other one out before she hemorrhages to death, Jesus Christ the
time is getting slim!.”

The bright lights from above
blinded me, and I shielded my eyes with my hand. The nurse answered
in the same concerned tone, “we can use the suction to bring the
baby down. That’s the only option at this point doctor.”

I felt the pressure and pain,
increasing as they attached the device that would free my child from
the birth canal. As my pelvis spread and tore, my head felt lighter
and lighter. The lights began to fade just before I heard the last
words from the nurse.

“
Doctor, he’s not moving and
his face is turning blue. We will get him to intensive care
Immediately.”

As I sat up with a jerk in my
own bed, I gasped for air and perspiration flowed from my face. This
was not something that I had dreamed before, but it scared me
immensely. The vision of my husband with another woman came rushing
back to my mind and I was sickened yet again. The nightmare and my
situation at hand all made for a terrible headache and I was unable
to fall back to sleep.

The door to our master suite
opened, and Shaun walked in looking haggard and old. He forced a
smile in my direction and flopped down on the bed in exhaustion. I
was walking from the bathroom when he arrived, and didn’t know what
to say or do so I just stood there. He didn’t have his usual
presence of mind to see how I was doing, and I was saddened that was
to be the demise of my budding marriage.

The woman in the video was one
person I didn’t expect to betray me. Though we had been separated
physically for years, I trusted her and she was my only family. My
sister had crossed the line. It seemed that wine was to be my only
solace in my corrupt world, and right now the smooth liquid was
soothing my wounds.

Gazing out of the bay window
while my husband snored, I tried to invoke divine inspiration as to
the decisions I would have to make. Shaun and Mae were the two
prominent fixtures in my life and they had conspired against me.

He was sleeping when I left in
the morning, and my stalker called my cell as soon as I exited the
Limo in my office garage.

“
How did you sleep Akemi. Was
watching your husband fuck your sister a turn on?”

“
You're a fucking prick. What
exactly do you want from me?”

“
I’ve told you Akemi, I want
you, and outside of that there is someone I want you to meet. She’s
so adorable, just like her mom. Don’t worry, I will send you a
picture and you will see what your daughter looks like.”

“
It seems you have your
information incorrect. If you know so much about me, you would know
the only child I had was still born! If you are going to terrorize
me, at least do it with the truth and not some story spawned from
your fucked up imagination.”

“
No, no Akemi, I do have the
facts. If you would only stop pretending to be Mrs. Perfect, you
would fucking remember. What kind of woman are you? That you would
allow your child to be raised by others is shameful. Once it doesn’t
involve sucking a dick you can’t remember it? Pitiful bitch. Thank
God I’m here to jog your memory. When you see her face you will
know I’m telling the truth. Tell Shaun I said hello and both of you
will be hearing from me very soon.”

A sharp click indicated he was
gone and yet again another message was sent to my phone. I truly
didn’t want to open it, but curiosity got the better of me. The
feeling of fear that clutches at your throat, rose as I clicked
‘open.’

She wore pony tails and a hello
kitty t shirt. Her spindly legs were covered by leggings and she
looked like a typical girl who was well taken care of. She smiled
into the camera, and her selfie captured the shiny braces in her
mouth. This girl was a miniature Akemi. If I had any pictures when I
was her age, no one would be able to tell us apart.

If the stalker had this photo, I
was sure he was planning something big, something catastrophic and
horrible. As my throat burned and my temperature increased, I
realized that Boris was calling my name.

“
Mam, we are ready to get on
the elevator, are you alright.”

“
Ummm, yes Boris, I’m fine,
let’s go.”

Chapter 2

I needed to speak to Camilla.

She was a sex therapist, but her
training should certainly cover matters such as this. She always took
my calls personally and after a few rings she answered in her usual
enthusiastic voice.

“
Good Morning Akemi, how are
you today?”

“
Good Morning Camilla, I’d
like to see you as soon as possible. It’s a matter of urgency.”

“
Well of course , would you
want to come over around 11 am?”

“
Yes, that’s fine. See you
later.”

“
Certainly Akemi.”

After I visited Camilla, I
planned to confront my betrayers. The advice of a professional was
exactly what I needed before I wielded facts and accusations.

She was waiting for me
downstairs and ushered me to her office personally. She tried to
conceal the look of concern on her face, but it was evident to me
that she sensed this was more than just an average visit. Wasting no
time, she sat at her desk and focused on the couch where I sat.

“
Your call sounded urgent, so
tell me what's happening?”

“
Well, this isn’t exactly a
sexual problem but I figured you could help me.”

“
Go on, tell me.”

“
I’ve been getting these
phone calls… someone from my past that I can't quite identify,
knows about the baby I had when I was 16.”

The worried look on her face
deepened and her brow wrinkled in contemplation. She didn’t
interrupt me so I continued speaking.

“
The baby was stillborn and I
never saw it. I never even knew if it was a boy or girl. I was in the
hospital for a long while after the birth because my womb ruptured
and I bled profusely. They said I could never conceive again. I’ve
never told Shaun… as a matter of fact… I’ve never told anyone.”

Camilla leaned back into her
chair and folded her hands prayerfully under her chin. Again, I
continued.

“
But then there is the dream.
It's been haunting me recently. There is another child in my dream of
childbirth. I don’t know if it's a memory or just a nightmare, but
the other baby was alive… I just don’t know…”

She chose to speak and said,
“Akemi, many times when we have traumatic experiences, we bury bad
memories deep below the surface, it’s a kind of selective amnesia.”

“
Well, I have no idea Camilla,
how can I have another child and not know? The stalker sent me a
picture of a little girl… she looks so much like me…I'm so
confused and distraught…what will I tell Shaun?”

“
One thing at a time Akemi.
Will you be willing to try hypnosis to reach back in time? It’s
the only valid thing I can think of to bring out those hidden
memories. Do you want to give it a shot?”

“
There's more Camilla. The
same stalker sent me a video… one of Shaun with a woman. He didn’t
come home and he wouldn’t answer my calls. Then this person
terrorizing my life sent me a video of him at the office…the woman
he was with was so familiar…when she finally looked up it was…my
sister.I almost died.”

Professionalism left the room as
Camilla rose from her chair and hurriedly joined me on the couch for
a human moment.

“
It will be alright Akemi.
You’ve been through worse things. Once we uncover the truth you can
get past it. Trust me, we can get through it together and we don’t
have to say anything to your husband until you are certain you have
all the facts. Now I’m going to start at the beginning. Who is the
father of the baby?”

“
The day after Christmas there
was a party, but I can’t recall the details. It’s all so blurry
and vague. I was only 16 when they started me on the hardcore stuff.”