Rapine 2: Ravished by the Billionaire (The Trophy Wife)

by Charlotte Rose

  Julian points the gun at my breasts. “Off,” he commands.

  I take my bra off, and look up meekly into Julian’s beautiful blue eyes.

  “Panties off. Spread those legs and tease me,” he growls low.

  I take my panties off dutifully, spread my legs wide, and begin to finger myself. “Like this?”

  Julian’s eyes flicker. “Go on, show me what I am about to take.”

  I finger my C-spot and moan as the pleasure spreads through me.

  “Wider,” Julian growls still pointing the gun at me, his eyes glistening as he watches me fingering myself.

  I spread my legs wider, and I finger myself faster, moaning louder and louder until my moans echo around the room.

  “Now, stop,” Julian shouts.

  I stop immediately and close my legs shut. “What do you want from me?”

  “You listen to my every word,” Julian hisses, waving the gun at me. “Turn around.” Julian motions with his gun.

  I turn around on the bed, on all fours.

  “Look at that nice ass,” Julian growls. I feel him move closer and the cold metal of the gun presses against my rear end.

  “Please just get this over with,” I beg, my inside screaming for Julian’s length to fill me.

  “Shut up bitch,” Julian snaps.

  He runs the muzzle of the gun along the side of my body, tracing the shape of my hourglass figure until he reaches the back of my neck. He presses the muzzle of the gun on the back of my neck. “Open,” he whispers.

  I spread apart my legs, feeling totally at Julian’s mercy and loving it. As much as I trust him, the role play with the gun makes me feel helpless and compliant.

  I hear Julian unzip his pants. The sound of the zipper and knowing what’s coming, causes me to release wetness and my belly clenches unbearably tight. I’m so turned on as I wait for Julian to enter me.

  “Hands to your back now,” he shouts.

  I bow down and put my hands behind my back, stuffing my face into a pillow. I feel Julian handcuff my hands behind my back while my rear end is up in the air.

  “Good girl.” Julian smacks my rear end hard. I hear him place the gun on the bed stand.

  I’m waiting eagerly for him to enter me. I feel him rubbing his length against my rear end, teasing himself, teasing me.

  Suddenly, he shoves his length inside me and with one powerful stroke he fills me with all ten inches of his glory.

  I cry out with surprise.

  “Take it bitch,” he snarls. He begins to fuck me as if it were his first time inside me. The penetration in this position is so deep. I scream into the pillow.

  Julian is pounding into me ruthlessly and all I hear is my screams being muffled by the pillow and his hips slapping loudly against my rear end, each thrust going deeper and harder than I ever thought possible.

  With my rear end up in the air, his length hits my g-spot briskly and stabs me like a knife. I feel a combination of intense pleasure and pain searing though my body.

  My body tightens up, winding up for what I feel will be a very powerful release. My inside burns but there’s no stopping Julian; He is thrusting into me with all his force.

  I feel I am so close, just one more thrust and I’m there but then Julian pulls out unexpectedly and I groan with extreme frustration. How does he know that I’m just one stroke away from my orgasm?

  He aggressively flips me over and spreads apart my legs. I see his ten inch length standing up through the zipper of his black pants. He guides it to my entrance. “You’re going to get it all.”

  “No, don’t cum inside me,” I complain.

  Julian pushes in his length, fucking me fast and hard, while he watches my breasts bounce. My entire body jerks with each powerful thrust and I feel his sacks slapping against me, indicating that he is fully embedded inside me. I close my eyes and surrender to the sensations.

  I moan loudly, feeling my orgasm just a few thrusts away. Julian lays himself over me, buries his face at the side of my neck, and pumps away. I smell his musky, manly, spicy cologne emanating from the side of his neck. I let out a shrill scream as a blended orgasm rips through my body.

  Julian thrusts even faster now, preparing to blow his load inside me. My orgasm sends me off into another world, and I feel myself uncontrollably screaming out Julian’s name while pleasure engulfs me. “Oh Julian, oh Julian,” I hear myself saying over and over again.

  I feel one final hard thrust and a massive explosion of Julian’s scorching liquid shoots up into me, drenching my inner walls. The liquid spreads deeper upwards and fills my belly with a pleasant warmth.

  Julian is shuddering on top of me, empting himself inside me. He is still moving, slower now, as he injects me with every last drop of himself.

  I feel myself recovering as Julian rolls off of me and lies next to me. I feel my inside drenched with Julian’s semen, some of it leaking out from my opening.

  I open my eyes and look over at Julian. I see him take off the black face mask and put it aside. He draws me into his arms and holds me closely. “I love you, Cheryl,” he whispers.

  “I love you,” I softly gasp as all of a sudden tears fill my eyes and I feel myself get emotional. The orgasm I experienced was intense and my emotions are fully unlocked, making themselves known.

  Julian tenderly strokes my neck and runs his fingers through my hair. He glances at me and when he sees my tears, he wipes them gently with a questioning look on his face.

  “I’m just feeling emotional; that orgasm you gave me, and how I feel about you,” I whisper.

  He relaxes and draws me to his chest. I lay squeezed against him on my side, comforted by his arms holding me tightly to him.

  Julian holds me for many blissful minutes. Abruptly, he gets up. I lay there boneless and unable to move. He comes back moments later, wearing nothing but boxer briefs, holding a large bowl filled with round chocolates and a box of cigars.

  “A different after sex ritual,” he explains as he places the chocolates and the cigars on the bed stand.

  He takes a round chocolate. “Open,” he commands. I am unable to move, so I stay put and simply open my mouth wide. He pops the chocolate into my mouth.

  I close my eyes as the rich, very creamy chocolate dissolves on my tongue and goes down my throat.

  “Open,” Julian commands, again popping another chocolate into my mouth. It’s the most smooth, sweet, creamy chocolate I’ve ever tasted, melting on my tongue.

  Julian feeds me a third chocolate. I keep my eyes closed as I savor the taste of the chocolate melting in my mouth. Chocolate is so much better after sex.

  “More?” Julian asks.

  “No,” I respond quietly as I open my eyes.

  I watch as Julian lights up a cigar and takes a huge puff.

  “Cigar?” Julian murmurs.

  “Yes,” I whisper, my throat feeling scratchy from having screamed so loud during the hardcore banging.

  I sit up, take the cigar from Julian, take a big pull of smoke, hold it in my lungs for a while, and exhale. The smooth taste of the smoke triggers me to feel even more relaxed. I’m hooked. I take another puff, hold it in my lungs for longer, and exhale. “Mmmmm, it’s so good.” I hand the cigar back to Julian and he smiles.

  “Glad you liked it.” Julian takes a deep inhale, holds for a long time, and exhales. “And I’m glad you like the way I fuck you.”

  We takes turns smoking the cigar until it’s finished, then I curl up into Julian’s chest and fall in a very deep and relaxing sleep.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  In the morning, we have breakfast in our suite and we take advantage of the in-suite spa. We take a steam shower together and we get a couples massage. I also get a facial while Julian uses the treadmill and weights. Then, we have another shower together and get dressed to head to our next destination.

  We are taken via helicopter to Monte-Carlo. The views from above are stunning as we pass over water, mountains, and villages.
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  Once we land in Monte-Carlo, we are taken by limo to our hotel. We are staying at one of the greatest classic hotels in the world. The hotel is old world charm and very elegant. As we have our luggage dropped off by the bell boy, I notice a lot of wealthy-looking individuals are staying at the hotel.

  We get dressed before heading out. Julian wears a tuxedo. I wear a long dark blue dress by Elie Saab, my blue heart necklace, dark blue satin heels by Jimmy Choo, dark blue opera gloves, and black classic Chanel purse.

  Julian takes me through Casino Square. I’ve never seen so much wealth concentrated in one area. There are so many wealthy-looking men and gorgeous-looking women prancing around. There is an overwhelming amount of expensive cars parked outside the casino. There are Bentleys, Ferraris, and Lamborghinis. The sea views, stunning gardens, yachts, and the old-world architecture is very beautiful.

  Julian tells me he has a friend, owner of a famous airline as well as many other big businesses, who lives in Monte-Carlo. Julian has planned to meet his friend in a restaurant located inside the casino.

  We go inside the casino and I gaze in awe at the Baroque style and impressive architecture, particularly the ceilings. The place smells of pure luxury and wealth.

  I hear the loud slot-machines ringing as Julian leads me through the casino and we pass by numerous wealthy men in tuxedos gambling at various tables with their extremely good-looking wives or girlfriends by their side for “good luck.”

  We meet Julian’s friend at the restaurant. He greets Julian and takes my wrist gently, kissing the dorsal of my hand. “Pleased to meet you, Cheryl, my name is Timothy.” He has green eyes, black hair, and looks to be in his mid-thirties.

  We take our seat at a reserved table. The waiter pours us each a flute of champagne. We all click glasses and take a sip. Timothy takes out a cigar from his inside suit pocket and lights it up. I notice some very expensive watch glittering from his wrist.

  Julian and Timothy quietly talk about business, money, and deals for a while. I don’t understand what they are talking about so I just sip my champagne.

  “Cheryl is an artist and she’s very good,” Julian suddenly says.

  “Really, that’s fantastic,” Timothy says as he looks at me, genuinely sounding interested. “My wife’s career is spending all my money and she’s very good at it.” He winks.

  I giggle and take a sip of champagne.

  “I should call her over.” He takes out his cell phone from his suit pocket and makes a quick call. “Get over here,” he says simply. He puts the phone away. “My wife is just doing more of the same. She’s out there now swiping my cards in the clothing boutiques,” he explains, waving his hand casually and taking a huge puff of his cigar.

  A few moments later, a mid-twenties woman with wavy, long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a stunning face like that of a Victoria’s Secret model comes prancing in and takes a seat beside Timothy.

  She nods her head at Julian. She offers me her hand. “Hello, I’m Emily.”

  I shake her hand. “Hi, I’m Cheryl.”

  She smiles sweetly as she admires me. “Julian, she’s so pretty.”

  I smile. “Thank you. You’re very pretty as well.”

  The waiter comes and takes our orders. Julian and Timothy go back to talking business while Emily and I get acquainted. We instantly click and I feel very comfortable with her.

  Emily humorously tells me a little about her shopping addiction which has me amused. She also tells me about how she first met Timothy and her years as an actress and model. She reminds me a lot of my friend Tanya back in New York. She is bubbly, interesting, funny, and sweet.

  The waiter brings a flute of champagne for Emily and our orders. We eat lunch while chatting away. I get so involved in conversation with Emily that I forget that Julian is beside me. We talk about travel, shopping, and I learn that she has spent time living in New York when she was working as a model.

  I tell Emily about my life in New York. During the conversation, my ex-fiancé’s name slips from my mouth. I close my mouth shut and glance over at Julian. He turns to look at me and frowns. He does not look pleased.

  Timothy and Emily look at us in a quizzical manner. They detect that something is not right. There is an icy cold silence for a brief moment as Julian glares at me.

  Timothy breaks the silence and tells Julian he will pay for lunch. Julian turns to him and insists that he will pay. When the waiter comes, Julian flashes his black Centurion Card and pays for lunch.

  As a group we head over to the game tables in the casino. Julian and Timothy sit at a poker table. They each drop $20 million to get in the game. Three other men in tuxedos are seated at the table.

  I realize that money comes and goes easily with Julian. He did buy me for a high price, after all. The main reason I fell in love with him, though, is how even though he kept me confined in his home, he never made a move on me. He treated me respectfully, romancing and seducing me so tenderly. The money may have influenced and motivated me a little, though, at least enough for me to make an effort to spend time with him.

  Emily and I sit a few feet away, at an elevated table with stools, overlooking the poker table. We sip our champagne and begin chatting away again. Interestingly, Emily never asks the dreaded, so how did you meet question.

  I notice Emily’s gorgeous black crocodile Birkin bag. “I love your purse!”

  “Thank you. It’s a made-to-order 9-carat diamond-studded.”

  We chat more about purses and fashion. Then, we tell each other more about ourselves as we watch our men play poker.

  “You are implanted right?” Emily asks suddenly.

  “What do you mean?” I ask her.

  “With a tracking device.”

  “Yes,” I whisper. How did she know?

  “My husband didn’t even wait until we were married, can you believe that? He implanted a tracking chip inside me one year after we started dating.” She giggles and takes a sip of champagne.

  I realize that Timothy must also be part of a secret society because it’s only these type of men who track their woman like property to ensure their safety.

  “When did you two get married?” I ask her.

  “We got married four years ago,” she replies.

  Even though I know I shouldn’t ask, my comfort level with Emily makes me braver. “How old are you? You look so young.”

  She giggles and doesn’t appear to care. “I’m twenty-seven.” She smiles. “I know you are much younger.”

  “Yes. I’m twenty-two.” I take a sip of champagne. “How long have Timothy and Julian known each other?”

  “They pretty much grew up together,” Emily responds.

  “Are they both part of the same secret society?”

  “Yes,” she says simply.

  “What is the name of the society?” I ask curiously.

  “We’re not supposed to talk about that,” she replies. “But what I can say is that I would never be with a man that wasn’t part of that society. These men are the most powerful in the world.”

  I glance over at Julian who is holding his playing cards and making a bet.

  “I know of Derek,” Emily says.

  I look over at her, wide-eyed, but try and appear casual. “Really, how?”

  “The society men all know each other, it’s like a brotherhood.”

  “So you’ve met Derek?”

  “Yes a while back, he’s a very intelligent man. Timothy and Derek have done a lot of business together. Recently though he has fallen off the radar and I’m not sure why.”

  I swallow, feeing nervous.

  Emily gets a spark in her eye while examining me. “I suspect it could have something to do with you,” she whispers.

  My stomach tightens. “Why do you say that?”

  “I know how things work, how these men think. Timothy is more open with me that most of the society men are with their wives, so I know what goes on.”

  A silent understanding is exc
hanged between us as we gaze at each other and then look over at our men playing poker. She knows everything! She very intelligent for a blonde woman as pretty as she is.

  “So you fell for him, I get it, he’s definitely better-looking and younger than Derek,” she murmurs. “The question is, what will Derek do about it?”

  I gaze at her, wide-eyed, waiting for her to answer her own question. She is silent for a while, watching her husband winning yet another hand of poker. Julian and Timothy appear to have a lot of chips stacked beside them, indicating that they are doing well in the poker game.

  “I know he’s going to come after you, so be prepared, honey,” she warns.

  My stomach tightens in knots. I take a sip and try to swallow the champagne and it almost doesn’t go down, my throat feels constricted and hoarse. I definitely didn’t want to hear that.

  I ask the one question that has plagued me since I first fell for Julian. “How will Derek find me?”

  She turns to me and fixes me with an intent gaze. “If he hasn’t already implanted you with a tracking device, he will still find a way to you.”

  I gaze at her hoping for more information, anything really. It seems like her husband has told her a lot about the rules of the society.

  I am feeling anxious and hoping she will dispel some kind of wisdom for me.

  “If you ever need to talk, I’ll give you my contact details,” she finally says. “I really like you.”

  I really like Emily as well. She reminds me so much of Tanya, but with more depth and intelligence.

  We exchange phone numbers and emails. I program her contact details into my iPhone and add her to my email list. I put my iPhone back into my purse. I dig further into my purse, find the Taser that Julian gave me that I always keep in my purse and I grip it tightly.

  Several hours later, Julian and Timothy go over to sit at the European Roulette table. Julian calls us over. We join our men to watch. I stand by Julian’s side, while Emily stands by Timothy’s side. Emily hangs onto her husband’s shoulder, so I follow suite, and hang onto Julian shoulder as I watch him play roulette. Emily and I sip champagne and cheer whenever our men win bets.