Rapine: Abducted by the Billionaire Page 2

  “But…I thought you told me that you had some place to take me honey?” I ask softly.

  “We’re not going anywhere tonight. Get undressed now,” he growls.

  I get up in resignation and before I have a chance to reach for the zipper behind my dress, he comes forward and kisses me violently; raping my mouth with his tongue while he wraps his arms around me, unzips my dress, and throws it off onto the floor.

  He grabs my breast hard. “I am very pissed off right now. I had a very bad day, but now you are going to make it better,” he commands. Oh no, he’s in rape mode.

  To let him have his way with me turns me on. For me, sex is all about pleasing the man. I’m a Pisces, and that’s what we do; we love to please. It gives me the utmost pleasure to please this man and be consumed by him, even if I don’t always feel like having sex with him. However, at this moment I am turned on to the maximum. The fieriness of his anger combined with his desire for me has me wound up to a sweltering point already. Nothing turns me on faster than his angry, demanding demeanor.

  “Suck me,” he commands.

  Sheathing my teeth behind my lips I start to lick the pre-seminal liquid oozing at his head. I peer up into his eyes as I take his whole length into my mouth. He glares down at me, his eyes glowing, and his mouth curled up into a pleased smile.

  I bob my head up and down as fast as I can, gaining pleasure every time he groans in approval. I swallow the few drops of salty pre-seminal liquid dripping into my mouth.

  He stops me abruptly and withdraws his length from my mouth. He pushes me down onto the couch, gets on top of me, holding me in position with his body weight, placing my arms back behind my head.

  He spreads my legs wide open. He pulls my skirt up so it’s around my hips.

  He gets in between my legs and pushes my panties aside. I feel his length throbbing with eager anticipation against my leg as he holds my gaze with a sinful look on his face.

  He readies himself and I feel the head of his length right by the entrance to my canal.

  He pushes his hips back and then without warning, he slams his entire length deep inside me with brute force. I cry out as I feel the sharp, sudden stab.

  My whole body jerks as he lunges in and out of me. I curl my legs around his waist and wrap my arms around his muscular back. His rock-like back tightens with each powerful thrust.

  He is plowing inside me and I surrender my body to him, spreading my legs wider, pulling him in closer, and letting him take me deeper.

  “Who’s your master?” he growls in a voice full of lust. He thrusts his hard length in and out of me, fucking me with profoundly deep, fast strokes.

  “You’re my master, you’re my master,” I whimper as I feel him stabbing me brutally harder than ever and soon I am practically crying as I scream, "Cum in me, fuck me, cum in me.”

  I feel him still and begin to empty his balls inside me. “All for you darling,” he growls. I feel the explosion of his creamy liquid filling and claiming me as he groans with satisfaction, continuing to thrust ruthlessly as I reach total bliss and climax loudly. He shoves inside me one last time, releasing his every last drop into me.

  He falls on top of me, and I feel the sweatiness and warmth of our bodies merge while we listen to each other’s heavy breathing.

  “I love you,” he whispers into my ear. Of course, he always tells me he loves me after he has climaxed, but I love hearing the words uttered from his mouth, even if it’s only after he has finished fucking me.

  After a while, he kisses my forehead and lifts himself off me. “Well done sweetie,” he murmurs.

  The next morning, I awake to find Derek still in bed with me, his arms wrapped around me, my head resting on his stone-hard chest while my arm is sprawled on his stomach.

  I lift myself up to look at the clock on the bed stand; it’s 5:00 a.m. This is the earliest I’ve been up since I’ve been with Derek. My mornings normally consisted of getting up at 8:00 a.m. and heading for breakfast or brunch with my girlfriends.

  I turn to look at his face. He looks completely peaceful and innocent in his sleep. I stroke the sides of his face and admire his sexy, masculine facial features while watching him breathe. I kiss him softly on the lips, slip out of bed, and head to the washroom to take a shower.

  When I get out of the washroom, he is no longer there. I get dressed and walk into the excessively large espresso maple kitchen to find him sipping on a cup of Swanky Beans organic civet coffee at the kitchen island.

  His forehead and eyebrows rise as he watches me walk in. He looks so sexy when he raises his forehead like that and gazes at me with the most mischievous of eyes. Derek’s dark look - dark eyes that match his dark hair and his dark-tanned complexion - give him a masculine, mysterious, dangerous look, effectively making my mouth water every time I look at him. I know what that mischievous look means and I know exactly what he is thinking but I ask him anyway. “How are you feeling, honey?”

  He puts down his coffee. “You made me a very happy man last night.”

  His comment makes me ecstatic. “I love pleasing you.”

  I walk up to him, kiss his cheek, then turn around and pour myself coffee into a glass coffee cup.

  I sit down right next to him on the island, beside the beautiful white orchids and lilies flower arrangement, freshly prepared by the maid who does all the cleaning, laundry, groceries, and errands, except cooking, because Derek and I nearly always eat out.

  He takes a sip of his coffee. “Now, I have a few things to discuss with you tonight…” His Ulysse Nardin the Chairman cell phone rings. He picks up and shouts, “What is it? Okay, I’ll be there in 15.” He tells me we will discuss it later, gives me a quick peck on the lips and heads out.

  I take my time, sipping my delectable civet coffee. I look at my Cartier Tank diamond watch; it’s 5:22 a.m. I continue to sip my coffee leisurely and read the New York Times on my diamond encrusted Kindle Fire. Every so often, I stop and ponder with appreciation and wonder for my life at the present moment. Who knew just a few years ago, here I would be sipping on the world’s most expensive coffee, being able to do absolutely anything and being able to have anything my heart desired. I still haven’t gotten over the fact that I am engaged to an extremely wealthy and powerful man. It’s a dream come true.

  I finish my coffee, open the Northland fridge, and grab some blueberries and strawberries. I place them in the blender with some spirulina powder and multivitamin powder to make myself a health smoothie. I drink the smoothie, take my birth control pill, and look through my calendar on my transparent iPad to see my social, beauty, and health appointments for the day. It’s 6:47 a.m., I still have time, and so I flip through Vogue on my Kindle Fire.

  My Vertu Signature cell phone rings. It must already be 7:30 a.m. It’s Tanya who always calls or texts me around this time to make breakfast arrangements. Even though she isn’t busy with a professional career, her life is like clockwork. She has a very specific daily and weekly schedule that she follows composed of spa treatments, yoga classes, squash, tantric workshops, shopping, hair appointments, and facials. Not to mention breakfasts and lunches with Yula and I and evenings spent with her husband.

  I answer Tanya’s call. “Hello Tanya, shall we do breakfast at the same place today?” We seem to frequent Norma’s the most and it has become our usual breakfast spot.

  “No, no, I found a great new spot on Tribeca we must check out. I’ll text you the address,” she says excitedly.

  “Ok I will meet you there at 8:30.”

  “Ok bye darling, see you soon!” she says sweetly.

  “Ok see you soon.” I hang up.

  I go into my enormous walk-in closet. I change from my Carine Gilson red silk-satin, lace-trimmed chemise into a black bra and panty by Bordelle and a dark blue sheath dress by Sophie Theallet.

  I go to my jewelry room adjoined to the walk-in closet. I look through my jewelry collection, laid out museum-style, encased in glass display cases and
glass cabinets. I decide to put on Mouawad Blue sapphire and diamond earrings. I also put on the pearl necklace I received one day ago from Derek.

  I walk into the smaller makeup room adjoined to the jewelry room. I apply some false eyelashes, black precision point eyeliner, gray eye shadow, a hint of peach blush, and clear lip gloss. I spritz on some Clive Christian 'No. 1' perfume.

  I return to the walk-in closet, grab my dark blue Hermes Birkin crocodile handbag, put on my dark blue Manolo Blahnik satin pumps and exit the penthouse.

  My private driver opens the back door of the black Rolls Royce and I hop in ready to take on another day in New York.

  Tanya and Yula are already seated and waiting for me as I join them. We order and I listen to Tanya and Yula discuss their men’s hectic business lives and then we chat about our various expensive purchases and gifts received.

  “Have you heard of the Mouawad 1001 Nights Diamond Purse?” Tanya asks us.

  “Of course, it’s on my wish list!” Yula says.

  “Well my husband had an identical purse made for me,” Tanya gloats.

  “Wow, he must really love you, that purse is $3.8 million!” Yula says.

  “Well, it’s heavy,” Tanya says proudly and laughs.

  “I wouldn’t complain,” I chime in as our breakfast is served.

  Sometimes I have to pinch myself, especially at moments like these, when here I am discussing ownership of the world’s most expensive accessories. I am engaged to a billionaire who has already showered me with many expensive gifts and there’s more to come. It can get a little overwhelming sometimes because I wasn’t born into wealth and haven’t completely gotten used to an extravagant lifestyle just yet.

  As we chat and nibble away at our breakfast, Tanya tells us that she recently started taking gymnastic classes at her husband’s request to develop more flexibility. She tells us that after half a year, she will be able to do a full split and impress her husband. Yula and I decide to follow on Tanya’s advice. I decide to do leg stretching starting tomorrow. She also tells us about the new birth control pill she recently started taking, which is one hundred percent effective, needs to be taken only once a month and it gives women only four periods a year. I decide I must get on it as soon as possible.

  After we are done with breakfast, Tanya takes a last sip of her coffee while pulling out her black and white snakeskin wallet from her Lana Marks silver clutch. “I’m off, I have many appointments today.” She lifts up her Centurion Card. “My husband will pay today.”

  She pays for all of us, hugs us, and runs off. She only took two bites of her buttermilk pancakes. Yula barely touched hers, and I had only a few bites of my French toast. It’s not like we even eat breakfast when we get together for a meal, that’s why we stay so skinny. We tend to use this time slot for girl talk.

  Yula and I take our time, finishing off our green tea, and discussing our plans for the day.

  “I’m having my hair trimmed and styled by Orlando Pita today,” Yula says pompously. “I’ll be done at 1:00 p.m., maybe we can do lunch?”

  “No honey, I’ve got many things to do today. I’m meeting with the wedding planner today. Derek gave me only three months, he’s kind of in a hurry to get married if you ask me,” I say and laugh.

  “Ok that’s fine. I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Yula says.

  We head out together onto the busy street, say our goodbyes, and part ways as we have our private drivers take us to our first appointment for the day.

  My day is filled with a quick swim at the women’s only gym, a spa appointment for a facial, lunch with the wedding planner to arrange a few more details, a stop at my physician to get his approval for the new birth control suggested by Tanya, and a shopping trip to Oscar De La Renta, Giorgio Armani, Akris, and Chanel, hunting for the perfect honeymoon outfits. After my shopping escapade, the driver takes me home, and I unpack and arrange all the outfits on the walk-in closet island for Derek to take a look. He always requires me to show him all the outfits I buy so that he can approve. If he disapproves I must have it returned. He would never let me wear something he didn’t like.

  When Derek comes home he approves all the outfits I got for our honeymoon. We get dressed elegantly and our private driver takes us to Alain Ducasse for dinner.

  After a relaxing two-hour wining and dining, we hop back into the black Rolls Royce and I get started pleasing Derek during the car ride back home. I’m feeling very woozy after those four glasses of red wine I had at the restaurant, while Derek is completely unaffected by the alcohol as usual. Thanks to that wine, I’m feeling very much in the mood, and I am kissing Derek’s neck and ear on our way home, whispering how bad I want him to fuck me. I notice him get hard beneath his pants, but he maintains a poker face as usual and looks straight ahead. Derek’s steady and serious attitude is maintained even in the semi-privacy of the car, but his highly aggressive sexual nature is unleashed as soon as we get home.

  As soon as we get home every night after dinner, he gets me undressed in a manner of a man who hasn’t had sex in a long time. His libido is extraordinarily high and has stayed high for as long as we’ve been together.

  Once we get home, Derek leads me into the bedroom and rapidly undresses me in a rush of lusty passion.

  As I stand before him naked, he greedily eyes my body as he quickly undresses himself to reveal his erect length with pre-seminal liquid already secreting at the tip.

  He lays me down on the bed, gets between my legs, scooting up until he is in the right position, ready to insert his length inside me. He moves his hips forward, his tip slowly spreading apart and entering me.

  He pushes his muscular hips back and then with one hard thrust his entire length spreads me open and completely fills me.

  Closing my eyes, I feel Derek teasing my every inner nerve ending with his length as he rams his hips forward and backward at a rapid pace.

  I continually moan as I lift my hips to meet his every thrust and Derek hisses and groans in delightful passion as he drives his length into me. I wrap my legs around his waist, grab his lower back, and pull him against me.

  With one final hard inward thrust, Derek buries his length deep inside me, flexing his hips as he begins to unload a great deluge of his liquid inside me. I scream as I feel my orgasm blow up as the hot spurts of his liquid flood me; a massive creampie.

  He pumps out so much that it begins to flow out of me onto the bed sheets. We both lay locked together, breathing loudly, and eventually fall asleep in each other’s arms.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Wednesday, 8:15 a.m. I get up and do leg stretches working toward a split. After stretching, I go into the washroom and brush my teeth with my laser toothbrush.

  I put my iPod into the sound dock, turn on classical music, and take a long, tranquilizing shower with REN body wash.

  I step out onto the heated, white quartz floors, take a D. Porthault white Egyptian cotton towel from the glass towel warmers and dry myself.

  I go into my walk-in closet, slip on a light pink La Perla bra and panty and a charcoal Giorgio Armani sleeveless sheath dress, and I put on makeup. I spritz on some Jar the Bolt of Lightning perfume on the sides of my neck.

  I go into the kitchen, take my new birth control pill, and wash it down with a few sips of Hawaii Deep Marine desalinated deep-sea water. I make myself a health smoothie and down it while checking my e-mail on my iPad.

  My day consists of yoga, brunch with my girlfriends, a manicure, IV nutrient therapy, a shot of Botox, microdermabrasion, and shopping for new nail and lip colors.

  I arrive home at 9:54 PM and change from the day’s outfit into a Carine Gilson silk-satin yellow camisole and panty shorts. My life now is really just a dressing and undressing game but I’ve learned to get used to it. I spritz on some Chanel Coco Mademoiselle on the side of my neck, one of Derek’s favorite fragrances on me.

  I grab a glass of wine, and sit on the couch in the living room, flipping through Vogue on my Kindle
Fire and waiting for Derek to come home. I receive a text message:

  Derek: I’ll be there shortly.

  Can’t wait to see you.

  Cheryl: See you soon honey.

  Derek: Looking forward to seeing you darling.

  Translated that means “Get ready for me to fuck you.”

  Derek comes home fifteen minutes later, looking quite tired. He showers and comes into the living room wearing nothing but black Calvin Klein boxers.

  I offer him a glass of wine. He accepts as he seats himself beside me on the couch.

  He takes a sip of his wine and turns his phone off to silent. “Oh you opened up the Château Petrus Pomerol 1998, perfect!” Derek proclaims.

  Derek immediately begins jerking his tongue into my mouth, while running his hands along my breasts and down toward my legs.

  He stops kissing me to look at my face. “You look beautiful, you know that?”

  “Thank you honey.” I smile.

  “You will look even more beautiful if you ride me.” He grins mischievously as he removes his black Calvin Klein boxers.

  I take off my panties and get into his lap, lowering myself down onto his length and groan softly as I feel his entire length slowly slide up inside me. I lift and lower a few times to adjust to his size. I feel myself get slick as his length penetrates me.

  I lift and lower periodically, moving at a slow, steady pace. I notice Derek is already anxious and impatient with the pace. He grabs my waist and forces me up and down rhythmically, slamming his hard length inside me as I moan at full volume feeling the deep penetration.

  I slide up and down his length with my slick insides, slamming down hard, feeling each deep plunge stab me.