Alpha Billionaire Taboo Prison Break: A Contemporary Romance

by Vaughn, Veronica

  “That took care of that. From then on, your grandpa was sure to use a condom when he had his way with the womenfolk in my family.”

  Eli staggered backward. “It’s a lie,” he said. “I don’t believe you.”

  “Believe what you want, motherfucker,” Maurice said. “It doesn’t matter now. Just think about it, though. Think about the way my mama shuddered when your grandpa lay his hand on her. The way his hand lingered on the small of her back a little too long.”

  “I do remember,” Eli said. “My god, it’s all true, isn’t it?”

  Maurice didn’t reply. He just stood there staring at Eli.

  “You’re the one who tipped off the police when we went to the lake house,” Eli said.

  Maurice nodded solemnly. A car horn honked outside. The taxi! It was still waiting in front of Maurice’s house.

  “Where are you taking the money?” Eli asked.

  “The airport,” Maurice said. “Your jet hasn’t been seized yet, and your pilot is still on retainer for another month. He’s making one last flight on the Rutherford family dime.”

  “Where to?” I asked.

  “Wherever I say. I am paying cash, after all.”

  The taxi driver honked again. Eli looked around the bedroom. “Six suitcases,” he said. “How much money is here?”

  “A little over two billion,” Maurice said.

  Eli grabbed two of the suitcases. “Take one, Avery. We’re leaving.” He turned to Maurice. “You’re not going with us. I can never trust you again after what you did. But, if what you say is true, then I am sorry for the way my family treated yours. Take half the money. Consider us even.”

  Eli lifted his suitcases and made for the door. “Come on, kid,” he said to me. “Driver’s waiting.”

  Mine was too heavy, and Maurice had to help me.

  “Thanks, Maurice,” Eli said, taking the bag from him and placing it in the trunk. “And Maurice? If I see even one police officer when I get to my airport hangar, I’m telling the cops where they can find a billion dollars’ worth of stolen money. Got it?”

  “Yes, sir,” he said. “Thank you, Mr. Rutherford. Y’all be safe.”

  The men stared at each other for a second, and to my surprise they hugged goodbye. Eli and I loaded into the taxi as the irritable driver barked about the wait and the inconvenience and how he was losing money every minute we delayed. A hundred dollar bill from Eli’s pocket shut him up quick.

  We enjoyed a quiet ride to the airport, taking in the view of our hometown, assuming it was the last time we’d ever see the place.

  10.

  When Eli and I walked into our private hangar, the pilot’s jaw dropped. He was a tall, lanky man with a face covered in freckles. A flat blue pilot’s cap was pulled over his curly red hair.

  “Mr. Rutherford?” the pilot exclaimed. “But Maurice—”

  “Maurice gave us his ticket,” Eli grinned.

  The pilot sprang to attention. “Yes sir, Mr. Rutherford,” he said. “Here, let me help you with those bags.”

  “Much appreciated, Henry,” he said. “Come on, Avery. Let’s board.”

  We trotted up the steps and entered the plane. When I was younger I accompanied Eli on a few business trips, so the cabin was familiar to me. Kind of a home away from home in the sky. As we made our way toward the front of the plane, we passed Eli’s desk followed by the wet bar and a cluster of overstuffed couches and armchairs, as well as a mammoth flatscreen TV. This part of the plane always reminded me of the lounge area of a modern luxury hotel. The only difference was that all the furniture was bolted down to keep it from sliding or bouncing in turbulent skies.

  It would be just dreadful if a burst of wind happened to spill Eli’s gin fizz, after all. He couldn’t have that.

  We passed the lounge area, then four rows of first-class seats, and Eli ducked as he entered the cockpit. He sat in the captain’s seat and started flipping switches and pushing buttons. Eli had his pilot’s license, and he had a tendency to take control of situations. In fact, it seemed he needed to be in charge always and with no exceptions. Even when a perfectly good professional pilot was on his payroll.

  The jet engines roared to life.

  I sat in the other pilot’s chair and stared down the long runway. It was a small private airport for Shiloh’s elite, and it seemed to be deserted. Beyond the airstrip and a field of tall yellow grass, I could see the rooftops of homes all lined up in a row. With Eli as my man, I would never know what it was like to have a normal little life in one of those cookie-cutter houses.

  “Where are we going?” I asked.

  Henry poked his head through the cockpit entrance. “I was just wondering the same thing,” he said, wiping a bead of sweat from his freckly forehead.

  “Was it ever in doubt?” Eli asked.

  Our destination was most certainly in doubt to me, but Henry thought and then nodded his head. “I’m not sure we’ve got the fuel to get us there,” he said. “We might, but it will be cutting it close.”

  “Only one way to find out,” Eli said. “Buckle up, Avery.”

  I got up so Henry could take his seat next to Eli, and I moved back to the front seat in the passenger area. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes when the “Fasten Seatbelt” light flicked on. Just following protocol, even when I was the only passenger outside the cockpit.

  Eli steered the plane to the end of the runway, then turned and began picking up speed. The engines rumbled as we raced down the runway, and then we were in the air. I looked out the window as we flew over all those rooftops arranged in their neat little grids.

  “Adios, Shiloh,” I muttered.

  We kept gaining altitude and I watched the homes and roads and fields and rivers as they shrank to nothing, and then we were soaring through the clouds. I heard a ding, and the seatbelt sign dimmed. I rolled my eyes again.

  Eli’s voice came over the intercom. Using his best hokey pilot impersonation, he welcomed his passenger and rattled off some information about altitude and cruising speed and let me know I was now free to move about the cabin. I immediately threw off my seat belt, kicked off my socks and shoes, and made my way back to the lounge to raid the liquor cabinet underneath the wet bar.

  After everything I had been through, I deserved a stiff drink. I also deserved a long hot, shower. It almost surprised me that Eli hadn’t thought to put a shower in his plane. I poured myself a whiskey and knocked it back. It was smooth but strong, and I liked the way it seared my chest as it went down, warming my belly.

  Next I went to the bathroom to freshen up as much as I could. I was dreading the sight of myself in the mirror.

  I was right to worry. Lord, was I a mess. My long hair was wild and tangled, and my face was dirty. I splashed water and scrubbed as best I could, wishing I also had a clean pair of clothes. I look down and rued my lack of outfit options. My shirt was torn a bit at the collar, revealing just enough cleavage to make me blush. My boobs weren’t anything to stop traffic, but they were nice and full, complementing the curve of my hips. My jeans were filthy.

  Oh well. If Eli didn’t mind, then I would try not to mind.

  I went back to the cabin, hoping to see Eli, but he wasn’t there. I poured myself another whiskey. I turned my back from the cockpit and put the drink to my lips, working up the courage to shoot it down, when Eli’s voice stopped me.

  “Drinking underage?” Eli said. “My, my. You are quite the delinquent.”

  “It’s for you, Father Eli,” I said, handing him the drink. Eli tossed it down in a single gulp, then got out a second glass and filled them both. He handed one to me, clinked it with his, and we both drank. Then Eli took the glass out of my hand. He set the glasses in the sink, never taking his eyes off me. The way he looked at me made my stomach go light and fluttery. The whiskey also had something to do with my light and fluttery feelings.

  “I’ve been waiting for this,” Eli said.

  “Me too.”

  I wanted
Eli. All of him, right now. The emotion in his eyes made me weak in the knees. And wet between my legs.

  Eli grabbed me roughly and pulled me into him, our bodies pressed together and his mouth pressed against mine. I licked the whiskey from his lips and my mouth parted slightly to accept his searching tongue, which caressed mine. Eli’s rough hands were running up and down my back, groping my ass, pulling me even tighter against the hard plane of his chest. His passion made me so excited, I lost all thought of anything but him, and me with him, in that moment.

  Eli squeezed my round ass in two strong handfuls, and my body flushed with desire. He sucked my earlobe and nibbled my neck and my back arched as I moaned at the ceiling. I couldn’t keep my eyes open, and I couldn’t stop moaning to the rhythmic kisses of his mouth at my throat and his hands groping my backside.

  Then I felt the hard bulge of Eli’s cock pushing against my tummy. My mound was dripping wet. I wanted him so badly.

  Then I thought of something that made my body tense. Eli instantly knew something was wrong and pulled back, though I could still feel his fingers gripping my body.

  “What about Henry?” I asked.

  “What about him?”

  “He won’t … disturb us, will he?”

  Eli chuckled. “Don’t worry about him. He knows to give us our privacy. I instructed him to stay out of our way until I told him otherwise.”

  I felt my face redden. “So he knows what we’re doing back here?”

  “Sure,” Eli said. He was being awfully nonchalant about my reputation.

  “I don’t know how I feel about that,” I said. “It makes me feel so … so …”

  “Naughty?”

  I grinned. I guess it was kind of hot when he put it that way. Like always, I couldn’t keep my saucy side in check.

  “Naughty, huh?” I said, playfully pushing Eli while privately admiring the firmness of his chest at my fingertips. “You keep telling me how naughty I am. Your bad little girl. Your naughty little brat. But let’s think about this for a second. Who’s really the naughty one here? I’m not the big bad wolf taking advantage of a sweet and naive, not to mention trusting, young and innocent maiden. I’m not some hot daddy getting ready to stick his prick in his own daughter …”

  “Watch yourself, little girl,” Eli said, cutting me off.

  But I was just getting started.

  “… His own daughter who is barely legal, I might add. A mere eighteen years old. I mean, look at you. You’re practically salivating like some wild beast. You can’t wait to get your cock inside this tight little untouched dripping-wet pussy of mine. Can you?”

  Eli scrunched his mouth into a scowl even as his eyes danced with laughter. He was enjoying this.

  “You brat!” he growled. “That’s it. I’ll teach you to sass me like some back-alley wench.”

  Eli stripped off his leather belt. I took a step back, cowering slightly. This was all just fun and games, right? A little banter to loosen us up for my deflowering?

  I thought Eli was going to bend me over and spank me with the belt. Instead, he grabbed my hands and yanked them forward, and he tied the belt in a tight knot around my wrists. I struggled to loosen the knot and wiggle free, but it was useless. It was too tight.

  Eli towered over me. His beard and tattooed arms gave him a menacing appearance, but I liked the way his broad shoulders and chest tapered down to that narrow waist and those muscular thighs. Fear and excitement mingled to heighten my arousal. My panties were drenched.

  “When you talk back to me, you must be disciplined,” he said.

  “Yes, sir.”

  He hooked the belt to a rack on the wall. My arms were stretched nearly to their limits. I was forced to stand on the tips of my toes. Eli reached as if to touch my face, but before I knew what was happening he had taken hold of the tear in my shirt collar, and he ripped off the fabric.

  “Hey!” I said. “That was my only shirt!”

  “You never learn, do you?” he said.

  I had talked back.

  Eli reached beyond my head and tightened the belt even more. My body was pulled taut, the tips of my toes barely grazing the cabin floor. Eli opened a drawer of the wet bar and removed a small paring knife. The blade glimmered in the sunlight shining through an open window. He ran his hand up my thigh and hip, and then I felt one fingertip trailing up my waist, gently circling my belly button, his touch so soft it tingled like tiny sparks of electricity.

  I breathed in, savoring the smell of Eli’s musk. He was unwashed and dirty, but I loved it.

  His fingertip wandered toward my ribs, then up to my breasts. My nipples were so tight they nearly hurt. Eli touched one of my hard little buds with his finger. It was so incredibly sensitive. My voice trembled as I moaned.

  Eli ran his finger under the front strap of my bra and pulled it toward him, and he snipped the bra loose with the paring knife. I gasped with surprise. My breasts spilled out of the bra, and my chest heaved with excitement. Eli put the knife away, then calmly folded back the two folds of fabric, revealing my breasts in their entirety. He stared at them and licked his lips as he took them both in his rough hands, as though testing their weight and shape, getting a feel for them. Eli kissed one and then the other, going back and forth, licking and teasing my nipples, sucking them and rolling them in his tongue. I cried out in agony and ecstasy, barely holding up the weight of my body on the tips of my toes.

  “Oh, Daddy,” I moaned. “Oh, it feels so good.”

  “I didn’t tell you to talk,” he growled.

  I knew I had made another mistake. He tied the belt even tighter, until my toes were off the floor, my legs swinging uselessly. My body was so stretched, my wrists and arms were growing sore, but I didn’t care. I wanted more of Daddy’s punishment.

  Eli stared into my eyes and I felt his hands aggressively undoing my blue jeans.

  “You belong to me,” he said. “You are mine to do with as I please. Do you understand that?”

  “Yes!” I cried. “Yes!” I had submitted to Eli wholly and completely. He could have me however he wanted, and I would beg him for more.

  Without taking his eyes off me, Eli grabbed hold of my jeans and panties and pulled them down below my ass.

  Eli yanked outward and upward. The sudden movement raised my legs and bent me in half, my toes at my eyeballs, as Eli stripped off my jeans and let them fall to the floor. My ankles fell down and landed on his shoulders, pinning me in place.

  I yelped with surprise, but Eli only grinned.

  “That’s better,” he said. “Let’s have a look, why don’t we, at that tight little cunt you’ve been so eager to give me.”

  11.

  Eli peeled off his shirt, revealing his delicious chest and abs. He was still wearing his jeans and nothing else. He kissed my breasts, then kissed my tummy. His head moved down, down, to the place I wanted him the most. It was finally happening. I was so overwhelmed by Eli’s touch, but I became self-conscious, too. I hadn’t showered or trimmed in several days. What if I was a ripe mess down there?

  Eli spread my legs wide open, and I was on full display for him. I waited anxiously for him to make his move. The suspense was killing me. I wanted him to do something, anything.

  “God, Avery,” he said. “You are more perfect than I imagined. I’ve never seen a cunt I wanted more than this one.”

  Eli pushed my legs higher and wider. The motion swung me backward until my butt was jammed against the wall of the cabin. My ass hit the wall with a smack that echoed through the plane. Suddenly Eli stood up, glanced around the cabin, then took my left ankle, raised it high, and looped a seat belt around it, fastening a crude stirrup that stretched me even wider.

  Now I was tied by my wrists and one ankle. Eli held my other leg in his firm grasp. No part of my body was free.

  He lowered his head again, and I felt Eli’s nose moving up and down, grazing the delicate lips of my mound as he breathed me in. The lightness of his touch sent
shivers down my spine. I was desperate for more pressure. His tongue parted my folds, probing inside me, somehow smooth and rough at the same time, like fine sandpaper. When the tip of his tongue found my clit a long, low moan escaped my lips.

  My clit was pulsating, and my body was undulating as I arched my hips, trying to push myself harder against Eli’s tongue, increasing the pressure. His tongue lapped the sensitive areas all around my hard little nub, then teased and nibbled it, licking circles around it. He was slow at first, but gaining speed, pressing harder. It drove me wild. My body was trembling and I couldn’t stop moaning.

  As he lapped at my clit, I felt Eli’s finger probing inside. Then another. He pushed deep into me, then curled his fingers, stroking the walls of my pussy. I gasped when he found my most sensitive spot, and I felt the orgasm building. It seemed like every nerve in my body, from my head to my toes, was flowing to my pussy. My clit twitched and pulsed and my body tightened, awaiting the explosion.

  “Oh god, Eli! Oh my god!”

  I wailed like a banshee. I didn’t even try not to. I couldn’t help myself.

  Suddenly Eli stopped.

  “I didn’t tell you to come yet,” he growled.

  Eli kicked out of his blue jeans. That exquisite, semi-hard dick of his swung to and fro from the sudden movement. He unfastened my ankle from the stirrup and spun me around, the belt pinching my wrists. I was completely at his mercy. I felt his rough hand fondling the roundness of my ass, groping, squeezing. I bit my lip to keep from sighing. Then, where his hand had been, there was nothing but air.

  Then it came down hard on my backside.

  His palm stung my skin. The pain was delicious. My breath was ragged but I couldn’t help but smile. I liked being spanked by Eli.