My Billionaire, page 13
He turned back and looked at me, his expression puzzled.
“Thanks for saving my life.”
His lips curled upwards into the smallest of smiles. “Just doing my job sir,” he said, and then was gone.
Max and Sonya were exchanging looks.
“I’ll text you as soon as I know anything else,” she said.
“Good. And Sonya, thank you again,” he said.
She smiled, and nodded her head towards me before she too exited the penthouse.
And just like that, everyone was gone.
Leaving me alone with the billionaire.
33
Blake
Maxwell Declan looked at me for a long time after Sonya had left the apartment, but he said nothing. Instead he went to the mini bar in the corner of the living room. He poured himself a scotch, and silently offered me a glass as well. I took it, and then moved the couch. He joined me, though he sat at the other end. He seemed content as he sipped his drink. I was not, and chugged the amber liquor.
I was feeling a bit giddy still (booze will do that to you,) and looked him over with a kind of hungry demeanor. I was nervous of course; I didn’t know if I could handle having the conversation with Max that I wanted to have.
No, wanted was the wrong word. The conversation I needed to have with him.
“I get the impression that something is on your mind Blake,” Max said, for the first time since we were alone together looking way from me and down at the expensive crystal glass in his hand.
“So many things,” I replied.
It was a silly response, but I was in a silly mood.
“Name one Blake,” he said.
“Well I guess to start… hi honey? How was your day?”
He drained his glass and moved toward me, undoing another button of his shirt.
“Considering the messes, I had to deal with it was a surprisingly good day.”
“Fascinating,” I said. I was distracted by Max’ eyes.
Again, blame the damn booze.
“Something else is on your mind.”
I stood up and went to get another drink but Max jumped up from the couch and moved in front of me, taking the empty crystal glass from my hand.
“Hey! I was working here,” I said.
“You’ve had enough until you tell me what’s going on.”
I took a step back. “What the hell does that mean? How about, thank God you’re alive Blake. Or, I’m so sorry I put you at risk? How are you doing, now that you’ve seen my number one body guard kill someone right in front of you? How’s that for what’s ‘going on’?” I said, using my fingers to air quote the last part.
Max didn’t respond and didn’t look at me. Instead, he poured himself another drink, (three fingers this time) and added ice. Two cubes this time instead of one. Only after he had taken another drink did he turn to face me. Max moved to the island counter and leaned up against it, his back to the bottles. Without looking he set my empty glass next to scotch bottle.
“It means while I appreciate a good buzz as much as the next person, for tonight’s entertainment I don’t want you… sloppy. You know for an employee, who I’m compensating in my mind quite well, you seem awful gruff with me. What’s with the attitude?”
“Did you not hear anything I just said? My life was in danger! Forgive me if I don’t feel sexy right now!”
Without a word, he was across the short distance between us, and he grabbed me with one hand, roughly, by the back of my head and pulled my face towards his. I wanted to resist, I wanted to struggle, but as soon as his lips found mine it was all over. The kiss froze time, and it was like everything that had happened merely an hour ago was some foggy, distant bad dream.
All that mattered was Max, my billionaire, right in front of me.
When he finally pulled back from me, I felt a wave of emotions wash over me, and I looked into his deep, perfect blue eyes and I felt an emotion I was shocked by. I felt rage.
You can’t just drug me with your perfect mouth and gorgeous body, I thought, but I wasn’t so angry that I wanted to say it out loud.
However, I did not. Instead I just stood there, trembling a little. I didn’t know what I wanted to say, but I knew that if I kept standing there, there was a possibility that the results would not be to my liking. Of course, I didn’t know what I would like, or what I actually wanted. I mean, I wanted Max. There is no question about that. But after everything, after the violence, and fearing for my life, I just didn’t know how to keep going. At least, not the way we had gone about it before.
Max stood there for a moment, his expression seemingly puzzled. Then, out of the blue, his lips cracked upwards into a smirk. I was so shocked that I took a step back from him.
“Boy, you sure do get feisty when you’ve been drinking,” he said, and his lips curled upwards, between some infuriating cliff edge of a cocky little smile and a smirk.
It must have been some combination of the stress I had felt over the last week, and the booze, and of course my fear of everything, but I moved without thinking. I lashed out, my hand slapping him hard across the back of his left cheek.
The slap was hard, and the crack of skin-on-skin was hard, like one of the glasses had been smashed on the hardwood floor. I was so surprised by my own action I took a step back and covered my mouth.
Max kept his face turned from the blow and raised a hand to his lip. He whipped the drop of blood from it with his thumb, and looked at it.
Then, he did the most unexpected thing.
He started to laugh.
I was so surprised by his laugh I took another step back, and could feel my shoulders shaking.
He looked at me, and a pure innocent joyful smile was playing across his face like a freshly turned on Christmas lights display.
“You hit me,” he said.
“Max… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
The smile hadn’t left his face.
“So what’s really bothering you? You want to ask me something.”
I finally uncovered my mouth and took a deep breath.
“How can you be so cool with all this… with all this violence?”
The smile left Max’ face and he licked the drop of blood off his finger before sliding his hand into his slack’s pocket.
“I don’t like any of the violence. I frankly think it’s all terrible. That being said, me taking over the company was the right call. Not just because of it being a good investment for my business. He, the one that’s trying to stop the merger, he was embezzling money from his own companies pension funds. There’s not enough evidence to prosecute him, but everyone knew that he was doing it. He was paying a lot of his employees shit wages as well, far below what they deserved. Yes, when we finish the merger I will lay off a number of people, but most of them will be upper management. Once the cuts have been made, I plan on increasing the wages of everyone else, from the janitor and first year coders all the way to upper management. I believe in a business that treats its employees like people.”
“Okay, but… what’s his name?”
“You sure you want to know?”
I thought about it for a moment, and then nodded. “Yes, I do.”
Max sighed. “Nick Adley.”
The name meant nothing to me, but still, it felt… better, knowing the name behind the suffering.
He looked at me for a long moment. “Does knowing his name help?”
“I mean, yes and no. Yes, that I have a name for the man who wants me dead, but no, in the sense that you’re planning on having him killed.”
“If we can stop him without anymore bloodshed, we would.”
“I just don’t know if that should be your call.”
“Do you want him to go away?”
“Well, yes.”
“Good. I don’t really see a problem. Blake dear, I’m going to give you a bit of unsolicited advice. You are set now. You won the lottery. Therefore, you can stop worrying. Nick was a problem. Now, here in this apartment, you are safe. The windows are bulletproof, and my team will do what they do best. Trust me, you’ll be far happier and live longer.”
As he talked he moved back towards me, his stride slow but deliberate. He reminded me of a tiger pacing back-and-forth in a cage in some zoo.
“Don’t you want to be happier?” he whispered the question as his face was right in front of mine.
I could smell the scotch on his breath, just like I’m sure he could smell it on mine. The worst part was of course the familiar sent of him. The smokey spice. It was so freaking intoxicating. His lips hovered over mine. Mine were trembling, his were not.
“Yes,” I whispered.
As soon as the word escaped my mouth his lips were on mine.
Again, it was perfect, and soon his tongue and mine were dancing together, his strong sleek arms wrapping around my body, holding me tight. A voice in my mind told me to pull back, to talk more, and against my own bodies will I pulled back. He looked into my eyes with his deep blue ones and there was a question on his lips.
“Wait. I don’t know if I can do this. I mean I just hit you.”
“Yes. You are only the second one in my entire life to do so. It’s refreshing.”
My cheeks were flushed. I didn’t know if it was from his comment or from the kissing. Either way I didn’t care.
“Sorry. I just… It’s been a long day.”
“Of course, it has. An emotional one too. I totally understand. Still, I’m going to have to punish you for hitting me. It wouldn’t be right if I let you just running around smacking me.”
My heart started to beat faster in my chest. My cock twitched, and I had a mental flash of him ‘punishing’ me the previous night. The way his strong hands had felt all over my body, the way his cock had felt inside of my tight ass… my whole body started to tremble, not just my lips.
“What kind of punishment?”
“You’ll just have to follow me and find out,” he said and then kissed my neck.
I moaned and closed my eyes. His teeth sank into my neck and I felt my whole body push towards him, my skin on fire as it was titillated by the combination of pain and pleasure.
Then his teeth were gone, and the sexy billionaire pulled away from me. I opened my eyes with a start and felt his hand grip mine tightly, leading me out of the kitchen and down the hall.
I let him, trying not to follow Max too eagerly as he led me back to his Play Room.
34
Max
I was in the zone again as I led him to the bedroom. My cheek still burned with a pleasant sting from where Blake had slapped me.
My nymphomaniac. Considering how awful business had been the last week, (not actual profits just the business) he was a breath of fresh air amongst it all. I perhaps liked him more than I cared to admit, but that was fine. I still couldn’t do a normal relationship even if I wanted to, but he had so far proven to fit all the needs I had of a… non-conventional relationship very well.
I curious how he was going to stand up to my pace, though so far, he had been a true champ.
As I punched in the password of the Play Room, I glanced back at him. His cheeks were flushed, as he was worried about my punishment. I didn’t blame him. I had many ideas of what I was going to do to Blake, but I hadn’t settled on what yet. The way he looked though, just for a second reminded me of someone else who used to get flushed right before we would be intimate.
Hank.
As soon as I saw a flash of him I pushed him from my mind and focused on Blake. This was no time to get sentimental.
Unless I was actually caring about him.
And I do, and we’ve gone through this enough that you should just tell him.
I pushed that thought from my mind. Sentimentally and normal emotional relationships were for other people. They were not for me. Especially after this afternoon. If I had lost Blake, and had not told him how I had felt, it would have broken me even more, and I couldn’t be more broken.
I was already too damaged.
Too scarred.
Too rich.
Some people, well okay, most people would consider it a blessing to be as rich as I was.
I didn’t see it that way. It had been more of curse than a blessing. Yes, I never had to work if I didn’t want to, but what fun would that be? I liked doing things, and I had an obligation to my shareholders and my family name to make something better than the past.
When it came to the things that mattered though, real honest connections, real relationships… real living, the money did very little.
After all, all the money in the world had not been able to save Hank.
So, while many thought of being a billionaire was like being a living God in modern society, I saw it more as a blessing and a curse.
Most of the time lately it had just felt like a curse though.
That was why it was so nice to have Blake under my payroll, in his new role. It at least made it so some of my more… basic needs were met to the degree I wanted them to be.
Inside the Play Room I shut the door behind us and gestured to the bench.
“I want you to go over and sit down on that.”
Blake smiled coyly at me, the smoky look causing my groin to tingle with anticipation. The scotch had helped keep my arousal in temporary check, but my libido was strong enough to cure any effectives alcohol could bring to my penis.
“Of course, master,” he said and sauntered towards the bench, making sure his ass swayed properly as he went.
When Blake got to the bench he looked back at me and dropped to his knees.
“Take off your clothes” I said, my tone firm.
I wondered in that moment if he was getting as excited as I was. I had a feeling he probably was.
he slipped his clothes and tossed them into one of the pleasure chairs, the one that I had put him in the night prior. He was breathing a little hard, confirming His excitement.
I walked towards him, undoing the zipper to my slacks as I went.
I said, “Well at least in here you can take orders well.”
“Yes master. I love doing so. I’m sorry I’ve been so naughty today. I’m so sorry I misbehaved,” he said, in that soft hot voice of his, when he was really playing up the role. Considering it was our first week together, it was truly remarkable just how well he did play it up. Blake really was a natural at being my slave.
I honestly think it’s a bit cliché that he does it, but he knows men well enough to know that it also works. I’m almost ashamed that it works so well on me.
Almost.
“Do you think this is going to get you out of your punishment my nympho?”
He shook his head back and forth and batted His eyes.
“No master. You do whatever you see fit to me. Just think, I slapped you. I bet your cheek is burning. I deserve to be punished… because I’m just so bad.”
“Oh, trust me, you’re punishment will come soon enough. Think of this more as a little early dessert,” I said and moved in front of Blake.
His cheeks were still puffed up as he looked at me and that familiar look in his eyes (I knew it because I felt it often) and I scoffed.
“Open wide,” I said and slipped my member out of my boxer-briefs.
Blake opened his mouth wide and leaned forward. His hot pink tongue stuck out, and licked just the tip.
“Have fun,” I said coyly.
His eyes never shifted from my dick. Instead it was like he was completely distracted by it, and started to lick my shaft with more urgency.
My penis quickly came to life, and soon his head was bobbing up and down on my hard shaft with an eager grace. His hands started to push against the crotch of my pants, jerking my shaft as he continued to lovingly suck on the head of my penis.
I moaned as he continued to blow me with true expert lips. It was like His mouth was all over me at once, and knew exactly what I wanted.
I soon felt it approaching, that familiar rush that I loved so much… and then it stopped. he twisted his fingers just right, pushing back against my balls and it stopped me from finishing. My nympho let the cock fall from his mouth and he smiled up at me, before he slowly ran his hot tongue from the bottom of my shaft all the way to the very tip.
“Do you like that master?” he cooed at me.
I thrust forward with my cock, bouncing it off his cheek. he grinned wickedly at me and then he took me in his mouth again, sucking on it wildly.
His head bobbed up and down on my dick for a long time, and the more he picked up speed, I couldn’t help myself and reached out, grabbing the back of his head and thrusting forward with my hips. Blake gurgled and coughed but took me like a champ, and my lust and His desire took over, and we quickly started to move as one. I fucked his throat, and he gurgled and moaned and took the fury of my hips.
Soon I felt myself approaching the cliff edge of an orgasm again, and this time instead of stopping me Blake started moaning louder and louder, and His lips started sucking with more suction.
he wanted me to finish, and I wasn’t about to stop His from coaxing it out of me.
The orgasm hit me hard and fast, like being side swiped by a car.
My dick twitched and I exploded inside of Blake’s mouth, my juice hitting the back of his throat.
Blake continued to moan and suck on my cock, but after a moment he pulled back from my dick, a little of my cum dribbling down his cheek.
He was smiling at me, and ran a finger along His cheek, scooping it up before he licked His finger clean.
“Oh look, we made a mess master,” he said, in that same dangerous gooey voice of Hiss.
My cock twitched. Seeing His do that to me, seeing what he did with the results of my lust made me want His all over again. Soon it would happen again, but for now, it was time to focus.
For now, it was time for my nympho to receive his punishment.
I knew just what I wanted to do to his. I also had a strong feeling he would never see it coming, and would love every second of it.
