Inside The Vault Bundle: (Billionaire Alpha Male, Post Apocalyptic BDSM)

by Claudia Balvenie

  Lured

  Inside the Vault #1

  by

  Claudia Balvenie

  Copyright 2015.

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author.

  CHAPTER 1

  “And here we find the library,” the billionaire droned on. Lana kept the smile plastered on her face, hoping her distaste for this man was well hidden. As a reporter, being able to secure an interview with the wealthy recluse Roger St. Clair was a huge step for her career.

  She'd never dreamed he'd be so domineering and narcissistic.

  When the interview was scheduled, she was given a list of economic topics that the story would center on. She'd already done prep work for her layouts and pictures, expecting a story on his rise to wealth.

  She could see the dismissal in his dark blue eyes when they first met. No doubt he'd expected some ancient wrinkled crone instead of her fresh out of college look. After they had settled in with coffee, and she'd asked her first couple of questions, he stood up abruptly, offering her a tour.

  It was that tour she was still on, wandering through the halls of his undeniably beautiful home, her notes practically empty.

  “Mr. St. Clair,” she began, tapping her pencil against her pad. “While your home is amazing, I am not sure I can appreciate it fully. I'm not a stylist, I'm an economist.”

  He chuckled, a soft rumbling deep in his throat. “And then we come to the Vault,” he began, completely ignoring her concerns. “This is my fallout shelter.”

  She paused in front of the door, the first actually interesting place he'd shown her. He stood beside the huge round door, crossing his hands over his chest in pride.

  “So you are a prepper then?” she asked, beginning to scribble.

  “You could say that. Come.” He began to turn the heavy knob and pull the door open.

  She gingerly stepped into the room, her eyes widening. She had thought this would be just a small panic room, like many other of the wealthy maintained. Instead, the main room that they were above, alone, was bigger than a football field.

  Jaw dropping, she finally pried her eyes away from the huge room below her, with the dozens of doors. She put on the mantel of a reporter, “Why do you feel it's necessary to prepare so heavily for a collapse? Have you not spent even more money down here than upstairs?”

  He chuckled and moved to the railing overlooking the room. He leaned against it, surveying his creation. “In all honesty, I don't even use the upstairs. It's a mirage. This is where I live.”

  He began the walk down into the main area, giving her a different sort of tour. It did appear more lived in, and certainly far more modern than the mansion outside. There were even two men down there, working on some sort of mechanical device. She supposed it must be a water filtration system.

  She asked him about it. “Just my maintenance fellows,” he said, with a dismissive wave of his hand.

  The tour continued to his stores of food. “I have enough for fifty years with ten people. In addition, I have seeds and a healthy greenhouse. With the proper hydroponics, even the small space it's in can provide more than enough vegetation. With the water purification devices I have set up, well, those ten people can survive indefinitely.”

  OK, so it wasn't what she'd been sent down here to cover. But it was fascinating to Lana, at least the apocalyptic side of it. And by God would it make a great story. She could hear her editor salivating already.

  “I would love to see your greenhouse,” she began, and he graced her with a small smile.

  It was then the first explosion hit.

  CHAPTER 2

  “What was that?” Lana cried, as she braced herself against the nearest shelf. She noted the smallest hint of panic cross the billionaire's eyes, before he clothed himself in propriety.

  “No doubt maintenance has made a mistake in their work. Allow me to...”

  A second explosion rocked the building, and she fell to her knees. Suddenly, everywhere, sirens sounded and lights flashed. She could hear heavy doors slamming shut all around her. She screamed, but couldn't even hear herself over the noise.

  One of the maintenance men ran to St. Clair, and began gesturing wildly. The billionaire, on the other hand, simply held out his hand for calm. The maintenance man ran off while St. Clair stood, arms behind his back, unflappable.

  The alarms and flashing lights turned off abruptly, leaving only the dim red light as a signal that anything had happened. Her ears still rung wildly. By the time the man returned and began to speak to St. Clair, she still couldn't hear.

  After a lengthy conversation between the two of them, St. Clair moved over to Lana and offered her his hand. He spoke, but she shook her head. She couldn't understand him. So he simply gestured for her to follow him.

  He led her to a clean but comfortable den, and settled her down in front of a TV. The news was playing, showing pictures of huge explosions. Tears welled in her eyes, as the horror and enormity of what was happening began to sink in. He lay his hand upon her own. They sat in silence for a long time, while her ears stopped ringing. Suddenly, the television went to static as well.

  He sighed and began to flip through the channels, one by one. All were static.

  He spoke, and she could finally make out the words. “That's that, then. I knew it would be soon.”

  “That's... what?” she asked, panic evident in her voice.

  He tilted his head at her, confused by her question. “Well, it would appear that we've been attacked.”

  She shook her head again, disbelieving. “By who? Why? What is going on?”

  He chuckled with no mirth. “Does it matter? After what we just saw...” he trailed off, giving her a very poignant look.

  She settled back against the sofa, reeling.

  “You are very fortunate, my dear.” She looked to him, her brow furrowed. “After all, you have the ability to survive this. If you wish”

  She tried to piece together his words over the shock. “I don't.. I don't understand...”

  “It's simple, really. I do have this Vault, and you are in it. But, there's a problem.”

  “What... problem?” She asked, hesitantly

  “You see, I had very carefully picked the people who I intended to share this bunker with.” He sighed deeply. “You were not one of those people. And that is why you are most fortunate. And those who would have taken your place have lost so much.”

  “Wait, you don't think that everything's gone.. do you?” she asked, her eyes pleading.

  “I can't be sure unless the television or the internet comes back up. Either way, I have no intention of leaving.”

  “But you are going to kick me out?”

  “Not if you agree to my bargain.” He began.

  “What sort of bargain...?”

  “Well, my dear, everyone who is here has a job. There are only four of us down here now, and between the three of us, we know exactly what work belongs to each of us. We have trained for this. But you have not, and frankly, I don't know what you can possibly do for us.”

  She shook her head in disbelief. “I can do all sorts of things! And I'm fully capable of learning. I can cook, clean, garden..”

  “All of these are things that I or my people can do. But they have specialties. Do you have a specialty, my dear?”

  “I'm a writer!” She exclaimed, grasping at straws.

  “That is of no use down here,” he shook his head and
sighed deeply.

  “I just don't know, I don't have any particular skills...”

  He chuckled darkly. He lay his palm upon her bare upper thigh, suggestively. “Are you certain, my dear? You can't think of anything in particular that you can do that none of my men can?”

  She felt both a tightening in her nether regions as well as revulsion shoot through her body. She jerked away without thinking. He very coolly put his hand behind his head and leaned back against the sofa, closing his eyes.

  “Do as you will, madam. I offer you an easy life, one outside of the insanity that is going on outside. I can provide and protect you for as long as this shall last. You are free to leave at any moment you wish. I will give you a key, you can go and see what has happened to the world.” He shrugged, nonchalantly. “Perhaps everything is fine. Perhaps it is only a coincidence that all of the cable channels are gone as well as the internet.”

  She weighed his words. Perhaps nothing was going on. Perhaps she could leave.

  “I'll sweeten the deal, buttercup. If you decide to leave, I'll even give you a fallout suit so that you're safe, in case it's nuclear. I'll give you whatever you need to survive out there.”

  “What's the catch?”

  “The catch? Well, if you leave, you can't come back. Simple as that.”

  “So you are offering to take care of me and protect me from.. what.. the apocalypse? In exchange for sex?”

  He chuckled again, his eyes closed. He was the picture of calmness, even though the world was falling outside. “Well, it won't necessarily be gentle sex. And you'll have to obey me in all things, else you can take your survival gear and leave.”

  She had never though of him as attractive. He was a rather average man, save for the intense eyes. Yet somehow her body reacted to the thought of submitting to him. This was not a typical bondage play, he wanted her to submit fully, to never leave character, to truly be submissive to him. It was something she'd never even imagined. She did feel safe with him. He was so calm and seemed to know exactly what to do. Besides, he'd been preparing for this eventuality for years, obviously. Did she have a better chance?

  “OK. Where do we begin?”

  CHAPTER 3

  In later years, Lana would have questioned herself for making such a hasty decision. She would have bargained for a chance to look outside, to see what was going on before tying herself to a man she barely knew. He was so reclusive, no doubt because he spent so much time in his Vault. But what she truly should have questioned was the fact he had a key ready for her when she acquiesced.

  “Take this key. Remember that if you ever say that you are leaving, then anything that is happening to you will stop. Do you understand?”

  She nodded, and slipped the lanyard that held the key around her neck.

  “Alright, now that that's taken care of, it's time for you to suck my dick.”

  She blanched. “I... I beg your pardon?”

  He lazily opened one eye to look at her. “What are you looking for, buttercup? Romance? Pull out my dick and show me what you've got.”

  She slowly moved to kneel between his legs. He did not bother to help, simply kept his eyes closed and his hands folded behind his head. With hesitant fingers, she reached up to pull his belt loose, slowly unfastening it and pulling it to the side. She looked up, and he still had his eyes closed, as if what she were doing was no matter to him.

  She unbuttoned the top button of his pants, then slowly began to pull at his zipper. She could feel him, struggling against the cotton of his pants, begging to be let free. She pulled his underwear down slowly, her mind reeling about what she was about to do. Had she just become a whore? No, she swore to herself, she was only trying to survive.

  The dick that emerged was absolute perfection. It lay against his stomach proudly, long and tall, but far fatter than any she'd ever seen. She wrapped her hand around the over engorged organ, and gave it a long stroke for testing purposes. It reacted favorably, a bit of precum emerging from the thick, red head when she reached the apex of her stroke.

  He did not react, simply kept his eyes closed, looking for all the world as someone who was catching a cat nap.

  She pulled his underwear down further, to pull out his balls. They were over sized, just like his massive cock, and full enough of his seed that, when she lay the underwear beneath them, they held it in place easily. She cupped them, feeling the unspent juices that lay in wait. Her other hand stroked him again.

  His voice broke the spell of her actions. His deep voice barely whispered, though she could tell he was not accustomed to being disobeyed. “I said suck, buttercup. I expect you to follow orders.”

  She wanted to protest. After all, it was her first time to see his dick, and frankly, it was rather memorable. But she had become overwhelmed with this desire to please him. Later, she would reevaluate that, and how quickly she threw away all her feminist principles. After all, playing submissive for a while, that was all well and good. But she planned to do it for who knows how long? And she was choosing this? And everything was happening so fast! But in her shock and desire to feel alive, it seemed like a perfectly valid idea.

  She raised up on her knees and guided the head of that massive dick to her mouth.

  First, her tongue darted out, tasting the precum that had begun to bead. It was as disgusting as she'd imagined, but she dare not let that stop her. She kept one hand gently kneading at his balls, while the other kept his heavy dick standing so that she could push it down her throat.

  She'd known the dick was fat, she could see that simply by looking at it. But she had misjudged how hard it would be to actually get down her mouth. She had to hold her mouth apart quite a bit in order to only get the head in.

  “More.” He commanded, his eyes still closed.

  That was easier said than done. She kept pushing her mouth down upon his throbbing dick, willing her jaw to widen, just a bit more. She tried to keep herself relaxed tried to take more and more, but more quickly than she would like to believe, he was hitting the back of her throat. She looked down below, and she'd not even gotten half of him down.

  “Suck.” He commanded.

  She tried, she tried so hard. But he was just too big, and every time she tried to close her lips and suck upon him, she could feel her teeth touching his thick cock.

  “Watch it,” he said through gritted teeth.

  She mumbled that she was trying, over the dick. But she just couldn't do it, he was too big. She tried to make up for it by using her hand to move up and down the length, in addition to the attention to his balls. She spent most of her attention though simply trying to suck and not graze him with her teeth.

  Finally, frustrated, he opened his eyes and let his hands fall to his side. “Where the fuck did you learn to give a blow job?” He grabbed a huge wad of her hair and began to jerk her on and off his dick, roughly. Both her hands moved to the side, to keep her balance.

  That didn't seem to be enough for him. In one smooth motion, he stood, his dick still buried deep in her mouth. He kept that same death grip on her hair, using her face to fuck himself. She could feel her saliva pouring out of her throat as he assaulted her mouth, each thrust pushing himself deeper and deeper, curving down her throat.

  “That's better. Guess you never had a big dick before, eh buttercup?” He laughed cruelly, and a small moan escaped his lips. “You aren't the prettiest bitch I've ever seen, but with enough training, you'll do.”

  He closed his eyes again, and began thrusting his hips at the same time as he buried her face. The two together made for a far more intense thrust, and she could feel him in places that had never been reached before. It was painful, but what could she do? It was what he wanted, and she had agreed.

  He grabbed both sides of her head, a grunt escaping his lips. His last three thrusts were harder than any before as she was stabbed down the throat by his huge fleshy rod. A final groan of satisfaction escaped his lips while a hot, sticky wave exploded into her throa
t. He would smash into her again, exploding again, forcing all of his seed down into her stomach, until the final one, which he exploded right inside her mouth, then pulled out. He was still rock hard, covered in her saliva.

  “Swallow it.” He said, a snarl on his face.

  She tried to stop her gag reflex, which was struggling to spit every bit onto the floor. Her eyes watered as she tried. He reached down, grabbing her jaw and pulling her to look at him. His eyes were flaring with anger. “Swallow it,” He repeated.

  She did, after much struggle. She wiped her mouth, then opened it, and showed him her tongue. The anger began to dissipate.

  “Good girl. You are already learning. Now, take off those panties.”