His Secret Request: Billionaire Secrets - Book Three (11 page)

"It's not for you mouth Ms. Falstaff. I definitely want to hear you as well as see you. So let's try again, shall we? Now what's the last satin strip for?"

"It's for my eyes, to blindfold me."

He shook his head again. "Not today. But we can consider that later if you want. This little teaser here," he shook the band in the air, "is for this." He lowered it down and very slowly, deliberately let the tip run along her inner thigh. She squirmed in response and watched him as he watched her, taking obvious pleasure as she just barely stifled a moan.

"Don’t hold back Ms. Falstaff. I'd like to hear your voice do something other than argue with me for a change."

"Blindfold me." She said, still squirming. "I don’t think I can take that."

"Okay, I can do that but if I do then I consider that a favor, a personal favor from me to you and I will expect something in return."

"What do you want?"

"I want you to say something for me." He said instantly and to her relief.

"Okay. What is it? Tell me."

"First the blindfold." Very gently he wrapped it around her and instantly every other sense became heightened, more sensitive and attuned..

"Can you see?" He asked her.

She shook her head.

"Good. Now stay very, very still…"

"Tell me what to say." She said, trying to break the feelings that were threatening to overcome her. "I'm waiting. I'll say it. Whatever it is."

"That's okay. I think I'll save that favor for later. For now I just want you to lie very, very still and listen to me. Listen to every word I say."

She nodded her head. The effect of the blindfold had been startling and she was beginning to regret having chosen it over the teasing.

She heard Ruben pace away from her and then sit down in a chair.

He waited without saying a word and the silence rapidly became unbearable.

"What are you doing?" She said.

"Shh. I need you to be absolutely quiet or if not I'll have to find another band for that pretty mouth of yours."

A minute passed. Sixty long seconds of excruciating anticipation. All she could think of was where he was sitting and where she was lying, spread-eagled, hot, wet and pantiless. Was he staring at her? Ogling her exposed private parts or maybe even doing something worse?

Whatever it was she was only getting wetter and hotter. She wanted to be outraged, disgusted at his perversion but it wasn’t working, she just couldn’t feel it. In her life she had never felt herself to be so much the focused, obsessive object of a single man's desire and it was exhilarating, intoxicating, bewildering.

"Okay." he said finally. "Now I'm ready for that kiss." His voice was more intense, deep and filled with single-minded desire than ever.

Her thighs drew instinctively together as her insides tightened, but her bonds prevented her legs from coming together.

Surely Candy wouldn't have ended up like this. But then, she would never know just how fucking mind-blowingly amazing being trapped right there felt.

"As you only granted me one kiss Ms. Falstaff, I'll need to choose it very, very wisely. As I'm looking at you now, revealed to me, as it were, frankly I feel spoiled for choice. I don’t know even know where to begin because I would very, very happily, eagerly even, apply my lips to those pretty toes of yours, in fact, there is no part of that foot or ankle that I wouldn't enjoy holding, stroking, exploring."

He went silent again and it was as though she could feel his eyes on her feet, the touch of his hands, the warm exploration of his tongue.

"They really are exquisite Ms. Falstaff. I think I could sit here and look at either of them for quite some time. I should also mention that you have the most unusually attractive hands. I think they must be quite deft, quite soft, quite expert."

She instinctively pulled at the bonds on her wrists but there was no give.

"But I can see that's only the beginning. If I planned on really keeping you here all night then we could spend plenty of time on those legs and on those arms. One kiss here, one kiss there. It would take a long, long time to thoroughly give those limbs of yours all the attention they deserve. Maybe my mouth alone wouldn't even be enough. We would need hands as well, fingers, even the tongue. Especially the tongue."

Suzy wanted to scream out, but she didn't want to have to bargain again. Every time she did she ended up going deeper than ever into this excruciating mind-fucking pleasure game.

Quicksand, the damn quicksand.

Maybe she had disappeared under the surface already and it was too late.

"Your body is covered," he continued. "just barely, I might add, by that bathrobe. It's amazing how concealing the body can be more tantalizing than full exposure. To be honest with you Ms. Falstaff, there's a part of me, a very large part of me that is wrestling with the idea of just tearing that robe from you to see if you remembered to wear anything underneath."

Her whole body clenched, inside and out, waves of soft, teasing sexual pleasure began to ripple through her from head to toe.

Could he really not see if she was exposed yet or was he just fucking with her?

"But let's not be silly." He continued. "We both know that you wore nothing beneath that short robe when you walked in here and marched up to me sitting in that chair. Now I have to ask myself, why would a young woman, a beautiful woman, an unusually intelligent woman, being completely aware of the obvious effect she holds over a man, walk up to him with nothing separating her naked body from him except one thin layer of easily removed clothing?"

He paused.

"In reality we don't know. Probably she herself doesn't even know. The woman doesn’t look like she gives in to men easily. The woman looks like she is faithful, loyal, a believer in monogamy and true love and yet she finds herself agreeing to the most bizarre suggestions from a man she has hardly known for one day. It's an enigma. And this women is no fool, in fact she's a genius of sorts."

Suzy writhed and struggled against the smooth strips of satin. Her physical response to his words were truly mounting beyond her ability to control them. He was fucking her with his words from across the room without even laying a hand on her.

"Now what about this man?" He continued his monologue. "He's looking for something. Maybe he's been looking his whole life for something very, very precious and very, very particular. In fact, he's nearly given up on this, fantasy, if you will. But then one day he answers a call to help out an old friend and out of the blue the woman, quite literally of his fantasy, drops out of the sky in front of him. She lands up on his friends doorstep and in one second he can see it in her eyes; the possibility for the most intense and intimate human experience that two people can share is right there for the taking. He starts to make a fool of himself, taking risks and making promises and demands that he would never normally do just so that he can keep this woman in front of him; stop her running away and slipping through his grasp, never to be seen again. He wants her to come to him willingly, obedient and ready to do whatever he asks of her, but all he can think of all the time, every moment the lays eyes on her, is of tying her down to his bed, slowly stripping her naked and then…"

He stopped talking as he heard the soft moans coming from Suzy.

It was enough. It was almost too much.

He stood up, approached the bed and then put his knees to edge between Suzy's ankles.

She was near panting with desire, pushed inexorably towards uncontrollable physical excitement by his words, the darkness of the blindfold, the thrill of the restraints. Flickers of orgasm had been running through her since he had started speaking and she could not conceal the writhing of her body anymore.  All bets were off now as she struggled to climax, struggled not to climax, caught helplessly in a limbo of undiminishing, nearly-there-but-not-quite, sensuality.

"I want my kiss Ms. Falstaff. You promised me."

She felt him take hold of her ankles and she bucked, uselessly against the additional restraint of his hands. Loosening his grip he then moved slowly up along her lower legs, dallied in leisurely fashion around her knees and then continued up to her thighs, pushing them slowly even further apart, indirectly separating the folds of her pussy. She shuddered with powerful, internal contractions, her body screaming out for unattainable climax, realizing that - oh God - soon he would see her, fully open, wet and totally exposed before him.

No man had ever seen her like this before.

"Oh my God." He breathed in a low, awed voice as he saw just how wet and ready she was. His strained erection had been hurting him for some time and now the bulb of his cock pushed angrily against the inside of his pants. Every tiny moan, every exquisite movement of her writhing body was making him want to throw the plan, the promises, the gifts and requests to one side and just fuck her hard like any normal man would do.

But he held on, just barely, knowing that it would be all the better if he held back and played it according to the rules of his lifelong game.

She was as near to making him blow in his tightly buttoned trousers as any woman had ever come and he hadn't even gained that most important favor from her yet. The one he still hadn’t spoken of, but that would be another day and he would extract it from her, hold her to it firmly, just as he had done with this gift of a single mind and body blowing kiss.

He lowered his head down and she felt his breath between her struggling legs, on her pussy, underneath her and onto the low part of her tightly clenched buttocks.

"Stay quiet." He ordered. "Stop moving. Stop fighting. This is mine. This was your promise to me, made of your own free will, now hold still and honor those words like the good little girl I know you can be."

She fought to reign herself in but it was almost impossible as she felt him slowly come lower, lower, tantalizingly closer in.

And then, as if by miracle, he was there. On her. Claiming her for now and forever. The only man who ever would or could do something like this to her.

His hands moved to her pussy and before she could resist he had drawn her fully open. A long moan escaped her lips, her back arched and she pushed her ass upwards, revealing and exposing herself even more to his pleasure and to his gaze.

"Miss Falstaff." He hissed. "Hold still, don’t force me do something we haven't explicitly agreed upon."

With great effort she pulled her ass back down to the bed and waited.

Good girl, be a good girl.
Her thoughts were wild, feverish, incoherent.

When he had satisfied himself that she had regained control of herself he began to lower his lips down and then and slowly, surely, deliberately pressed one long sensual kiss to her moist and soaking wet pussy.

It was enough. More than enough.

The orgasm that shook through her made the bed rock from side from side to side and her hips thrust wildly upwards again and again against the man above her, but he was firm, overwhelmingly powerful and held her down in place. Fully immobilized and prevented from thrusting her way to orgasm she unleashed instead a shrill scream followed by long, tortured groans of relief and then collapsed, exhausted, to the bed, gasping for breath, broken, satisfied but deeply unsatisfied at the same time.

The bastard. Sadistic fucking bastard.
She had never felt anything like it before.

Lying in a daze she hardly felt Ruben rise from the bed and undo her bonds, leaving only the blindfold in place.

As the sensations of pleasure began to subside a feeling of gnawing emptiness took their place, followed by a wave of terrible loneliness greater than anything she had ever known in a life already filled with long years of cold, stoical, self-imposed isolation.

Ruben leaned over her and placed a hand to her head but the tenderness of the caress only made things worse.

The contact was too little, too final, too full of pity without any real connection.

"You can get dressed now." He said. "And our time together is over. You can stay the night here if you like or if you prefer I can arrange to have you taken anywhere you want to go."

He waited but the broken girl made no response.

"If you need me," He said. "I'll be in the dining room downstairs."

He left quietly and when the door closed behind him Suzy rolled over, curled up and like a child and began to sob. Softly at first but then building intensity until the wails had become uncontrollable.

Candy had been right all along. She couldn't do it. It wasn't her. Maybe the bard bitten female body guard would have up to the task but she was nothing like that.

Why in hell had she thought she could behave like something, like somebody she was not? Book smarts she had, but in the bedroom she was as innocent as they came.

Chapter Four

Suzy looked down at her feet in the dirty, sand covered trainers she had pulled on to go over to her neighbor's house.

It had been four days since she had left Redmond with the cute guy who had taken him in without so much as a question as to why or when he would be picked up. She felt like the worst person in the world but what else could she have done? Nadia had been in trouble and she would make it up to the guy somehow anyway.

If he deserved. He was a guy after all. He would probably just use it as an excuse to try and get into her pants, into life, into her God damn world.

Only last night she had been lying in tears in Ruben Mayweather's over the top luxury home but after a short time she had pulled herself together, found her clothes and then practically run down the stairs to find him sitting in the living room staring into space.

As soon as he heard her he took off the eyeglasses he was wearing and stood up.

"Suzy." he said and then stopped when he saw she had been crying."What's the matter?"

"Get me out of here."

"You don’t have to go."

"Yes I do."

"I think I may have made a very great mistake."

"No mistakes Mayweather. In fact, I think everything went exactly according to your twisted little plan. Now I've kept up my end of the bargain but don't forget that you made a promise to me too. You promised me Nadia and I'm holding you to that."

"Of course." he nodded, his gaze withdrawing into impenetrable look she had seen in so many of his pictures on the internet.

"I also want my laptop."

"It's right here. " He pointed to it sitting on the table.

"And I want my free ride back home to Oregon."

"Also not a problem."

She stormed to the kitchen table to pick up her laptop but in her anger stumbled and careened towards the kitchen floor. The tiles loomed closer but before she hit the ground Ruben was there, catching her as expertly as an acrobat.

For a split second the contact was intimate, close, exactly what she had craved after her terrifying 'one-kiss' orgasm, but it was too late. She pushed him away.

"Thank you." She mumbled and turned to pick up the laptop.

"You need to listen to me Suzy."

"No I don't." She turned on him. "Our contract is now over, so I don’t have to listen to any more of your creepy bullshit."

"There was one more promise you made."

Shit.
She rolled her eyes and hissed angrily. It was true. In return for blindfolding her as against teasing her to death with the strip of satin she had promised to 'say' something for him. Surely he couldn't turn
that
into a sex game.

"So tell me. How are you going to pervert this one? What are you going to make me say to twist my thoughts around to your perverted fantasies?"

He looked steadily into her eyes.

"I want you to say this one thing and then any obligation you have to me is absolved. Immediately and forever."

"What is it?" She spat the words at him.

"Ruben Mayweather."

She rolled her eyes again and then repeated; "Ruben Mayweather."

"Just threw away."

"Just threw away."

"The opportunity of a lifetime."

Her breathing was harsh and rapid as she listened to his words. She was hurt, badly and unprepared to give an inch to man who had rocked her world in more ways than she knew how to understand.

"The opportunity of a lifetime." She finished his words with a spiteful stare and then waited. "Is that it?"

He nodded. "You're free to go. I'll pilot you back to New York and then Candy will see that you get back to Oregon by the shortest route possible. The full resources of Mayweather Services are at your disposal."

"I'll take a taxi. I don’t need you to fly me."

He nodded again. "I'll have a car take you."

That had all happened some fourteen hours ago and in the intervening time she had been driven to an airstrip in Long Island and then flown all the way back to Portland by private jet. A car had been waiting there to take her home but she had refused it and rented her own car instead. She didn’t want to risk any Mayweather surveillance technology landing up in her home.

She was out on her feet from the intensity of the previous four days, the jetlag back and forth across the continent and the long, long journey of the last fourteen hours, but she couldn't wait to see Redmond. He was, after all, her closest friend and the only male currently in her life that she could trust.

No head games, no lies and secrets and most of, no crazy sexual tension.

Her neighbor opened his front door and for a second he hardly recognized the woman in front of him, but then he raised the hand he was holding a sports drink in as recognition flashed through his head. He was dressed down in training gear having just been out for a run on the beach and looked incredibly handsome in a way totally different to Ruben Mayweather; relaxed, normal, easygoing.

Everything the Earl of Quicksand isn’t.
She thought.

"Hey Redmond buddy, guess who came back? It's Suzy Tuesday."

Redmond came skittering out across the living room to the door, covered in sand, leaving big messy paw prints everywhere and then leaped up against her, licking her face.

"Oh my God, oh my God boy, it's so good to see you."

She tried to hug him and calm him down but it was no use, he was far too excited. No-one, but no-one could be as happy to see her as her trusty old mutt Redmond. She tried hard but before she knew it tears were beginning to stream down her face.

Suddenly sexy beach-jogging-heart-of-gold-neighbor guy became serious.

"Hey Suzy Tuesday, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

She looked up through her tears and saw the guys big brown eyes staring at her, so expressive, so full of concern, so unlike Ruben fucking Mayweather.

"I... I…" She looked around and the room seemed to be spinning. "I'm sorry." She said, "I'm just very tired." She felt her legs begin to go but her neighbor was there, one sure tanned and muscular arm gathering her up.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold it there. Come on Red, back up and let your mommy come through, she needs to sit down."

"No really, it’s okay."

"Ah, ah. No way. You’re not passing out on my porch and make me have to lift you up and carry you inside. Sit down right here and I'll get you something. I just made some herbal tea, I'll get you some."

He led her to the couch and then settled her down carefully before disappearing into the kitchen.

This was going to be a good day after all. He had noticed Suzy out jogging on the beach for weeks but she had never acknowledged him, always wrapped up in her own world with her headphones on. Then when she had dropped off the dog a few days ago he hadn't thought twice. Put up with the mutt for a few days and the deal would be done.

Now he had tears and herbal tea on his living room couch? This was a sure thing.

He returned to the living area with two cups, making an effort to stop himself from smiling but when he saw the empty couch his face dropped.

The couch was empty. Sexy Suzy Tuesday and her dog were long gone.

"Fuck it." He said. "Women. They just use and abuse."

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Six days later Suzy got the call she had been waiting for. Nadia was ready to meet her and Ruben wanted to arrange a pick up for her to be flown to New York. She texted back a time but refused the offer of door to door transportation and offered instead a location in down town Portland where she could be collected.

He might know her home address already but if he didn’t then why would she make it easier for the perverted control freak?

Ruben was nowhere to be seen until her arrival in Manhattan. The driver delivered her to a tall building in midtown overlooking Central Park, not far from where she had waited for news at the Mandarin Oriental on Columbus Circle.

Candy was there waiting for her at the entrance to the building. They exchanged a steely glare of solidarity but didn't say a word to each other until they were in the private elevator together. Standing with her back to the CCTV Candy locked Suzy's gaze in her own.

"You okay?" She said in her tough voice.

Suzy glanced up at the camera and then shook her head. No. She wasn't okay.

A flash of anger crossed Candy's face.

"I warned you about getting involved with him." She hissed reprovingly.

"You told me to sleep with him."

"I did not." She hissed. "I said that
I
would sleep with him. Fuck, the man is gorgeous, I'd chew him up and spit him out. I did not, repeat, did NOT say that
you
should sleep with him."

"I didn't."

"Oh." Candy stood back. "Then what’s the problem?"

"He did other things to me."

The lift seemed to take forever.

"Kinky stuff?"

"Weird stuff."

"Did he make you do things? Did the bastard force you to do things for him?"

"No. God no. Nothing like that. He just asked me to do things and I…"

"You what?"

"I… thought I wanted to do them but then afterwards…"

"Did you get turned on?"

Images flashed through Suzy's head, sensations flickered thorough her body's memory and for the briefest, most intense moment she was indescribably turned on yet again.

"Yeah, he rocked your boat alright." Candy said. "But now you hate yourself for loving it."

Suzy stood with her mouth open. Candy was a plain speaker, but that didn’t mean she was right about everything.

But if that was the case then why was she feeling so awkward, so uncomfortable, so damned transparent.

The lift came to a halt and the doors glided open. Candy stood with her square back to the doors, a slight grin played on her angular mouth. Suzy stared at her trying to collect her thoughts when a hand rested on the strong woman's shoulder. She immediately stood to attention and then turned to face her employer.

"Mr. Mayweather." She said simply.

"Thank you Candy. That will be all." The woman bowed her head slightly, darted a sideways look to Suzy with a slight curl to her lips and gave the tiniest wink before disappearing down the hallway.

Suzy was still standing with her mouth open as Ruben approached her. He was entirely restored from the fatigue of the rescue operation and stood tall, commanding and as impossibly handsome as ever.

The expression on his face said nothing to Suzy whatsoever.

He extended his hand to her and she took it. Somehow, in his presence only, instinct always took her over.

God damn it Suzy.
She berated herself. But then as she followed him down the hall
still
the feelings came. He had humiliated her but at the same time turned her on and satisfied her more than any man had ever done in her entire life. He had quite simply quaked her world to the core and she was still suffering the aftershocks.

When they reached a room near the end of the corridor he turned to her. She could hear voices coming from inside.

My God…
Was that Nadia's voice?

Her heart began to race. It had been so long since she had seen her best friend. More than four years.

Ruben put his hands on her shoulders and looked straight into her eyes.

"Suzy, before you meet Nadia I just want to say one thing."

She was trembling in his hands. He had watched her, tortured her with his words, tipped her so gently, one touch, one word at a time, into a screaming orgasm exclusively for his own deviant pleasure and it just wasn't fair.

But God how the memory of that night lingered and clung to her, to every cell in her body, like nothing else in her entire life.

"I'm sorry." he said, still holding her gaze. "What I did was wrong. It was too soon for you and I want to make it up to you. In fact, I insist."

"Ruben…"

"Don’t say anything now. Nadia is waiting for you. Come on, go to your friend. Today is about the two of you, not the two of us. We can talk later."

Before she could protest he had opened the door and guided her through.

There was no time to think. The room had a spectacular view of Central Park and the surrounding iconic buildings, the room itself was a study in taste and luxury and the people gathered exuded wealth, good looks and charm, but amidst all the finery and sophistication all Suzy could see clearly was her oldest, dearest friend, Nadia Komerov.

In once glance she took in how much she had changed in the intervening years. The fiery young computer hacker and fearless technical genius looked older, wiser, a little more chastened, but still more beautiful than ever.