Erotic Billionaire 3-Pack (The Billionaire's Contract Parts 1-3) (4 page)

“Well…yes they are, but I don’t see why that should concern you Ms. Powell,” the Realtor said, shuffling the papers, “you won’t be paying for the house.”

Dumbfounded, Celine stared at the sandy haired handsome man. “Excuse me?” she asked.

“All the homes on the B-list are already paid for and belong to PiezoTec,” he said, “under the terms of your employment contract, all you have to do is sign for the one you want and it’s yours until after the twelfth month of your employment.  If you contract is extended beyond the twelfth month, the property is signed over to you permanently at no charge…all you are responsible for is the insurance and taxes, and those are paid for the first twelve months.”

In a daze, she read and signed the papers, deciding then and there to hire an attorney to thoroughly review all the contracts and agreements she had signed since she had accepted employment with PiezoTec.  This was too good to be true.

Within two hours her apartment had been cleaned out and everything she owned was in the two car garage of the new house.  To her surprise, the old Malibu had been taken to the Service Manager.  A short call to the Service Manager gave her reason to sit down at her new kitchen table and read the contracts she had signed at the plant. As she was discovering that the auto contract had already transferred ownership to her, Sylvia arrived with a carload of groceries and a few bottles of Argentine wine as a housewarming present.

“Sylvia thank you so much,“ Celine said, wrapping her arms around the woman and hugging her tightly.  “I’ll make us some coffee,” she said, “my head is spinning, and so much has happened…I’m not sure I can take all this in.” She stumbled around looking for her coffee pot and coffee in the garage until Sylvia took pity on her.

“Come on inside,” she said, “I think I can help a little here.”  Sylvia led Celine into the spacious kitchen and set Celine down at the table in front of her pile of papers. Sylvia went to the counter and pressed a button Celine hadn’t noticed before.  Two hidden doors slid open, exposing the most elaborate bronzed coffee and espresso maker she had ever seen.  Sylvia carefully ground Jamaica Blue Mountain coffee beans and made coffee.  As soon as it began to brew, the coffee filled the house with an incredible aroma.  “It’s the same stuff they serve at the White House,” Sylvia said with a smile.  “Peter’s a coffee snob, and the corporate jet makes a trip down once a week…we buy direct from the factor in Jamaica and everyone on the B-list executive gets a pound.”  She lifted a fresh cup and handed it to Celine, “This stuff costs more than good scotch.”

Sylvia sat down at the table and blew her bangs out of the way. “I’m to tell you that you have the next seven days to yourself,” she said, “and help you with any questions you have.  If you don’t wish to continue, you can stop now, but the car and the clothes are still yours.  You would be transferred to an executive secretary’s job within the corporation at a substantial salary decrease, but still more than double the going rate.”  Sylvia let out a long sigh, as if she had recited the whole speech from memory…which she had.  She did
not
mention to Celine that only one other female had gotten this far in the process before, and that female was Sylvia herself.

“I feel like Cinderella,” Celine admitted, “My head is spinning and I’m not sure I understand everything I’ve signed.  I’m a little sore from last night, but physically I feel marvelous.”  She toyed with the black coral necklace, looking at the matching one around Sylvia’s neck.

Sylvia didn’t miss the pointed look.  She gripped Celine’s hand in hers and their heads came together conspiratorially.  “My suggestion is that you get bombed out of your mind after we put up your clothes and linens.  Tomorrow you can schedule an appointment with the attorney of your choice to go over the terms of your contracts.  “In the meantime,” she said, unbuttoning the buttons of her dress and dropping it to the floor, “I suggest you invoke ‘Sylvia’s Rule’ in your new home.”  She reached over to her bag and brought out a small gift wrapped package.  It was a short silk kimono, an unbelievable shade of dark blue, with iridescent tropical fish printed on it. “I hang mine on a clothes horse just inside my front door.  ‘Sylvia’s Rule’ is that there is no clothing worn inside the house other than kimonos.”  She reached inside her bag and pulled out her own matching kimono and put it on, covering her spectacular figure.

Sylvia’s eyes took in every inch of Celine’s figure as she stripped off her clothes and put on the soft kimono.  “Screw it,” Celine said, “let’s just get bombed.”  The liquor cabinet was another surprise, hidden and fully stocked.  Sylvia made them a pitcher of drinks made from dark high proof Caribbean Rum and the fresh meat and milk from a coconut and some other tropical fruit juices, mixed in a slurry of ice.  It was delicious.

Sylvia again took Celine’s hand and led her to the large hot tub in the back beneath an arbor of blossoming honeysuckle.  “God I fell in love with this house the minute I walked inside it,” Celine said.

“I was sure you would, I felt the same way when I first saw it,” Sylvia said, dropping her kimono to the stone deck surrounding the hot tub, “that’s why I bought it.”

Stunned, Celine dropped her kimono and sat on the edge of the hot tub. “
You
bought it?” she asked.

With a bright tinkle of laughter Sylvia said, “Of course, I bought all the houses on the “A”, “B”, and “C” lists.  We’re not just common courtesans darling, our work involves more
real
business decisions and real intellectual challenge than any other management job I’ve ever seen.  That’s why Peter’s selection process is so demanding…and it’s also the reason he set you such outrageous tasks.”  She smiled, “You’re only the second candidate that has made it past Raul and Pablo.” Her wide smile made it clear that she herself was that candidate.

“Wow,” was all Celine was prepared to say as she slid into the hot scented water.

“Wow,” Sylvia repeated as she slid into the open arms of Celine. They kissed, long and thoroughly. Their hands began to wander lazily.

“Oh my god!” Sylvia’s muffled voice was whimpering from between Celine’s slick thighs, her lips buried in Celine’s waxed and shaved pussy.  Celine would have responded in kind, but her tongue was pointed and penetrating Sylvia’s puckered ass, while her thumb vigorously rubbed at Sylvia’s swollen clit.  Sylvia bucked uncontrollably as Celine began to cum beneath her. They made a perfect pale ball on the midnight blue silk sheets of Celine’s new canopied bed.

The third pitcher of the tropical drink was finished, and Celine’s fingers were clenched in fists, bunching the midnight blue silk of her sheets as Sylvia lapped between her widely spread thighs.  She shrieked in ecstasy as she came, the muscles in her hard belly and thighs rippling in the dim light.

The two women lay in the huge bed, fully entwined and sweating profusely.  “God I’m thirsty,” Celine said.  Sylvia laughed and half sat up, reaching for the open rum bottle and splashing some between her opened thighs. “You
greedy
slut!” Celine laughed as she dove between Sylvia’s spread legs, lapping eagerly at the fiery fluid and the soaking pussy.

The two women lay exhausted finally, tangled in the sheets of the massive bed.  “Something makes him the way he is,” Sylvia whispered drowsily, “Something or someone damaged that man terribly and I’ve never been able to penetrate the last coating on the shell he’s built around himself. That’s why I only lasted three years, I couldn’t get through to him the way he did to me.” She was crying and Celine could feel the hot tears on her naked chest where Sylvia lay.  “Take care of him Celine, he needs someone he can trust…I tried and tried, but I still couldn’t beat that last barrier.  I think you can.”

Celine met with an attorney two days later, and he reviewed her contracts.  He looked them over and sat back staring at the expensively dressed beautiful woman before him.  He was handsome in a Rhett Butler kind of way, and he wasn’t used to being so coolly appraised by attractive women as he was by this one.  He had been evaluated and judged an acceptable bedmate by this woman, he was certain, but it was an objective evaluation and he knew it…he had about as much chance with this woman as he did of going to the moon.

“These contracts offer you every imaginable fallback position, and the dollar amounts are significantly higher than you could expect in a similar job situation,” he said, carefully choosing his words, “but the con side is that you are contractually obliged to literally be his personal slave…and everything that implies.”  He had no desire to get into a discussion of sexual attitudes here, but he did want to be sure she understood totally the depth of her commitment.  “Specifically, you have agreed not to hold him or the corporation liable for sexual harassment proceedings, even if he treats you like a whore.”

“I understand Mr. Jernigan,” she said crisply, crossing one long silken thigh over the other in the sheer jersey knit dress she wore, exposing a great deal of thigh.  She watched him closely as he then stared at the deep cleavage exposed by the low cut dress and she laughed to herself.  “Why don’t we get this over with Mr. Jernigan, so that we can continue with my problems?”

“Excuse me?” he stammered, afraid that she had read his mind.  She had.

Celine stood up and deliberately unbuttoned the front of her dress, dropping it on the floor in front of the red leather upholstered chair she was sitting in, revealing that she wore nothing underneath.  She walked next to him and reached down, spreading her pink pussy lips to his hungry gaze. “That’s what it all looks like Mr. Jernigan, and I’ve got your business card if I feel the need some night…but I get all the sex I can handle at work.  If that makes me a whore, then I’m the very best paid whore you have ever met.”  She reached down and slowly and teasingly put her dress back on and sat down.  “Now,” she said calmly, “can we get back to
my
business?”

On the seventh night of her time off, Peter showed up at her new home, dressed uncharacteristically in jeans, a tee shirt, and a leather jacket.  A large, dull black Harley was parked behind her Porsche in the driveway.  “Can I come in?” he asked boyishly.  Celine pulled him inside and pointed at the row of kimonos she had hung in the vestibule off the foyer.  “Sylvia’s Rule,” she whispered.  Before he had finished putting on the kimono she had backed him against the wall, his swollen cock deep in her throat.

When the sun came up he was still with her, asleep with his head between her breasts.  As she looked outside her window at the honeysuckle covered arbor that hid the stone hot tub, she idly twisted an errant lock of hair on his head.  “I’m staying with you,” she whispered.  “You’re damaged somehow, I ‘m not sure how or why, but I’d have known even if Sylvia hadn’t told me.”  She kissed his forehead and leaned her head back on the satin covered pillow, pleased with her decision.  Unknown to her and definitely unseen, Peter stared straight ahead.

T
he Billionaire’s Contract Part 3

Emma Rose

Copyright
2012 by Emma Rose

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Captured by the Billionaire
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When Chelsea attended her high school reunion, she didn't expect to find much more than her former classmates gloating over their success and their relationships in spite of her own failed attempts at finding her soul mate.

Little did she know that she was about to be swept off her feet by a mysterious man who makes every attempt to hide his true wealth, as well as his intentions, from everyone else at the reunion. He has but one goal, to show his love for Chelsea and give her a night of passion...

But what will happen when he reveals to her that he is a billionaire and she'll never have to worry about working or making the ends meet ever again?

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“I do have a dark side,” Peter said, “I just don’t know if you’re ready for it yet.”

Celine turned on the midnight blue satin sheets and thrust her small pointed breasts against him.  “I think you are my master and I adore you,” she said, nibbling her way down his body.  Her hand rested loosely on his swelling penis. It was familiar to her now, and the longer she knew Peter, the more she wanted him.  Sometimes she wanted him so badly it frightened her.  Celine would be the first to admit that the money was a big part of it, the money and the perks…but the fact was, something about him, his dark side as he put it, drew her almost mystically.  The fact that it frightened her somehow made it more exciting.