Even queuing up to do it.
Fighting for it for Christ's sake.
She walked slowly towards him, preserving the remains of her tattered modesty as best she could and then held his gaze as she raised the panties towards him, thereby diverting his gaze away from her nether parts. Not that it would make any difference, but a tiny victory nonetheless. She would take them where she could, however small.
As he watched her calmly she had the feeling that he intended to slowly learn everything about her body that it was possible to know. He was clearly obsessive in everything that he did and his new obsession was her.
She dropped the warm, moist panties into his hand and watched his long fingers close around them.
"Very good." He said, placing them into his pocket. "I'll have them replaced. The new pair of course, remaining my personal property. Now get into the shower please. I want you to be thorough but not intimate or indulgent. Do you understand?"
She nodded her head and he breathed what sounded like a sigh of relief.
"You're being a good girl at last. Finally. Now turn and go into the shower. If I see anything I disapprove of I will tell you."
She turned and walked to the shower. It was a cylindrical affair with frosted glass from about the waist down.
Thank God for that at least. She thought as she turned her naked ass to the fully clothed billionaire. She waited for him to command her to turn around and face her but heard only the sound of his heavy breathing behind her.
Because of me. She thought, and felt momentarily empowered.
She gave him a slow, coy backwards glance and wished a sore erection upon him like a curse. Preferably the kind that would push painfully against the zipper on those hand tailored pants.
Fucking asshole. One day I'm going to make that selfish cock explode whether it wants to or not. She thought defiantly and felt a ripple of tingling desire pass through her body.
"I'm watching you." She heard him say, as though he had seen her dirty thought.
Jesus Christ, can't I get anything over on you Mayweather? God damn sex Gestapo up my rear end.
She turned on the shower and quickly steam began to rise and mist up the glass. She chose a lotion from the array of bottles and began to wash methodically, beginning with her shoulders and neck. Looking down to her breasts she realized how seemingly permanently hard they had become.
In fact her nipples were aching.
She wasn't sure if she would be able to touch them without moaning and then Ruben would…. what the hell would he do? Would she owe him something again?
She glanced back at him again and he was watching her intently. His looked so serious about the whole thing that it was almost ridiculous.
Ridiculously sexy.
Once again it hit her that no human being in her life had ever lavished such attention upon her every tiny movement. It was wildly flattering, sexy and scary all at the same time.
She glanced at him again and then slid her hand down to her breasts. The raw, smooth sensation of her soaped hands over the hardened, waiting nipple made her release just the tiniest moan.
"That's not allowed." She heard him say instantly. "I told you that until the first condition of our agreement is fulfilled everything belongs to me. I will not touch you. No one else will touch you. You will not touch yourself in a manner which induces sexual satisfaction. Not until everyone in our party is completely satisfied with the outcome of this mission."
She had stopped moving, her heart pounded underneath her palm, and warm water cascading everywhere, down her back and across her breasts. Every stream and eddy of water that crossed her flesh goaded her further, threatening to render his demand impossible to uphold.
And all the time he watched her, scrutinized her. He was still fully clothed; she, naked and exposed before him. The feeling was becoming impossible to contain.
She turned around and dropped her hands to her sides, warm water streaming down through her long hair.
"I can’t do this." She said, challenging him with her nudity. "You want me to shower while you watch me and not touch myself anywhere. It's just ridiculous. I can’t do it."
He stood up slowly and it was as though she could feel him from across the room; wanting her, ready to ruin her, but cruelly holding back.
Always holding back.
"This is good." He said. "Progress. You're asking me how to do something that I require of you. This deserves a reward and believe me, I can be very generous in my rewards."
Reward? Up to now he had only mentioned punishment and debt. This was new.
The hot water continued streaming down across her abdomen, between her thighs, cascading past her pubic mound and funneling down to her pussy, now hot with desire and anticipation.
"What kind of reward?"
"Turn around." He said. She gave him a longing glance before obeying his command and then waited, her back to him, as the sound of his expensive leather shoes tapped softly across the tiled floor.
The rounded door of the shower slid opening and cold air hit the skin on her back, her shoulders, her ass making her flesh tingle and come even more alive.
It was almost too much.
She saw his hand reach to the lotions beside her, heard the soft squelch of the liquid as he rubbed his hands together. When his arms encircled her and the warmth of his clothing, now saturated with hot water, pressed against her back it was a total, all encompassing surprise. He had soaked himself for her.
Fuck…. She breathed out a long sigh of desire and relief.
Beneath the softness of the exquisite, high end Italian cloth of his jacket she could feel the firmness of a perfectly toned body. This was an adult male in his prime and against her soft ass she felt the silent, insistent throb of his erect manhood.
Yes. She thought. Yes you bastard, I've got you now.
She pushed her ass back against him and for a second she was sure she heard a stifled moan, but quickly the tables turned as his hands began to slide sensually down her arms, then to her hips, before coming together at her lower abdomen, his fingers reaching tantalizingly down to her pubic mound before separating again to rise up underneath her full breasts, causing her nipples to harden further to the point of pain.
"Fuuuuck." She hissed out slowly, uncontrollably. His hands stopped moving instantly.
"Shhh." He blew into her ear, making it even worse for her. "This is your reward for being a good girl. Don’t spoil it or there will be punishment as well."
Something in her wanted to know what that punishment would be, something in her suddenly wanted the punishment more than the reward. But she obeyed nevertheless, as best she could.
His hands began to softly circle her breasts, just lightly passing her pointed nipples at irregular intervals. The effect was excruciating pleasure. She continued to push her wet ass into the rigidness of his clothed erection.
He was soaking that ridiculously expensive suit of his for this.
What the hell was going on?
"Don’t say a word Suzy, don't make a sound or you risk invalidating our bargain. Do you understand." His voice was in her ear, the vibrations of the deep masculine tones made her want to come on the spot. Maybe he would never even know. Maybe she could get away with it in here, in the shower with the noise and heat of the running water. It was perfect cover for the lady's prerogative; the silent, invisible orgasm.
"I didn’t say hide it." He continued, his hands still circling her breasts, just lightly touching her nipples intermittently as though by infuriating, tantalizing accident each time.
"I will always know Suzy. Don't forget that. I can always tell what you're feeling. It's one thing I'm very, very good at."
She clamped her jaw tightly shut and nodded her head as his expert fingers turned their full attention to her ridiculously pert nipples and it now it really was too much, she let out a piercing moan and his hands stopped.
"I warned you." He said and then stepped back from her. "Don't m
ove." She waited, water still streaming down her back and then without another word a single stinging blow sliced across her exposed ass and she cried out.
"Fuck! Ruben, oh my God." She bit her lip in pain and leaned her arms against the walls of the shower in front of her as a micro-orgasm cut through her.
Never before had she had anything like this.
"Ruben--"
"Shut up Suzy. I'll tell you when you can speak. Now listen to me, you're allowed cry out once, just once." He said. "And that was it. The next time I punish you, you will suffer in silence. Do you understand?"
"Yes." She said quickly.
His hand sliced across her ass again and she cried out before she could help it.
"Silence." He said calmly and slapped her again. This time she clamped her jaw shut and uttered not a single sound despite the stinging, reddening flesh of her ass. In one moment she had suddenly felt more alive than she ever had before. She cast her eyes wildly around the room and everything looked vivid, intense, vibrant.
It was unreal.
"Good." Ruben said, acknowledging her muteness. "Very good. You learn quickly Suzy. In fact, you might be the quickest yet. Now hold absolutely still while I bathe you."
She took in a deep breath and made ready as she heard the squelch of his soaked shoes and socks approach her. One leather clad foot gently nudged her ankles wider apart until she was virtually spread-eagled against the wall of the shower.
"Your breasts are clean." he said. "Your preciously smooth abdomen is clean. Now for that perfect ass."
Instinctively her butt cheeks clenched together.
"I don’t think so." He said and there was a smile in his voice. She felt a knuckle press against the lower part of her butt, right between the cheeks, and then a long finger slid upwards crossing over the bud of her ass. No boyfriend had ever dared to venture in that direction and it was all she could do to stifle a long, quavering moan of excitement.
His finger ran back down again, ending with his knuckle at the original spot before rising slowly again with an extra finger this time, gently easing apart her rounded, still smarting ass cheeks. The sensation made her want to cry out again.
How far would he go? What would he do? Was there a limit to what she would submit to? Even to help Nadia? And what about for herself?
It was blowing her mind that she was loving this so much; that she didn’t want it to end.
"I think that's enough for now." He said and stood back from her, washing his long fingers and hands thoroughly with soapy water.
"Just one more job to attend to before I leave you to your own devices."
She heard him approach one more time and felt his left arm wrap around her, the warm fabric of his soaking wet suit pressing against her swollen breasts was terrifyingly sexy. He drew her back from wall and she reached around him to try and grip his pants but his body was so taut and strong underneath the fabric that nothing came to hand.
Next she felt his other hand slide down between her legs.
"Hold very, very still." He whispered into her ear. His cock was pressing hard against her ass again and she struggled to massage it, to press it back against him and make the bastard come in his shorts as an act of revenge for what he was doing to her.
But he was still one step ahead.
His right hand cupped her pussy and when his fingers slid deftly inside her all resistance was gone. He moved his hand from her breasts to her mouth and it felt like a kindness on his part, as though he intended to help her remain quiet while he slowly worked his precise fingers steadily first around and then slowly back and forth over her grateful, hungry clit.
"That's it." He hissed into her ears as he felt her body begin to shudder uncontrollably against his. "Give it all to me you little bitch." He hissed into her ears as his fingers probed higher inside her and then folded in to find her G-spot. She struggled to scream out but his hand gagged her tightly. The effect was explosive. Her body struggled involuntarily for release only to be confined utterly by his powerful arms.
Suzy had never climaxed from her G-spot before and it the feeling was a whole different ball game to getting off from her clit. It was deeper, fuller, more invasive and overwhelming. She struggled like a wild animal in his arms until eventually, after a seeming age, the sensations began to subside and she wilted in his arms. His hand left her mouth and she gasped for air, his fingers slowly left her and then the soft contact of a warm, wet towel covered her pussy and cleaned gently and thoroughly between her legs, her inner thighs, between her ass and the opening of her pussy. He was cleaning her thoroughly, gently, lovingly. The effect after what he had just done to her was divine. She pushed against him gently and felt his stone hard erection bulging and straining more than ever inside his pants.
How the hell is he doing that? She asked herself. Why doesn't he just fuck me? Just come inside me once and for all.
She didn't understand it but there was something nevertheless so loving in his self restraint that made her want to fuck and please him all the more. He had given her pleasure that she couldn't have even imagined but had denied himself; it didn't seem fair. She wanted to satisfy him, ached to give him release, but as she turned to him, seeking his mouth with her own he gathered her up in his arms and pressed his lips to hers.
It was the first contact of mouth to loving mouth between them.
The kiss seemed to last forever and Suzy felt dizzy with confusion, pleasure and a myriad of conflicting emotions she didn't understand.
Was this love? After what this sick bastard had just done to her was she falling in love with him?
Then without warning he pushed her away and as before, the feeling was crushing, devastating. Once again she was bereft, naked, cold and alone.
"Dry yourself thoroughly, wear pajamas and then go to bed." He said. "And keep your hands off yourself." He sounded angry, almost confused. Was he feeling as conflicted as her? She looked at him with indescribable longing and when he caught her eye it was as though he had been stung. He turned away instantly and without another word he was gone.
Chapter Three
It was hours later when Suzy came to, disoriented, confused, slightly aching in her hips, pelvis and the small of her back.
But it was a good ache.
Then the memories came flooding back. She went to jump up from the bed but she couldn’t move. She was lying on her side and her hands were shackled to the bed post with velvet covered manacles. One large arm was draped over her midsection, the fingers resting softly against her abdomen.
That's right, now she remembered. He had returned to her, taken her to bed and restrained her, but then he had remained by her side, lay next to her and hugged her close to him with one strong, loving arm.
"Ruben." She whispered. "Wake up."
She felt him move and the hand on her abdomen reached absent mindedly down between her legs, as though it were the most natural thing in the world; intimate, caring and oh so sexily possessive of her most intimate place.
"Baby…" she heard his deep, masculine, half asleep voice growl behind her.
Baby? That didn't sound like him at all. He must be still dreaming, but who would he be dreaming about? A bolt of jealousy shot through her and she tried to elbow him in the ribs but the restraints wouldn't let her. She tried kicking him with her heels but he didn't seem to notice her attempts.
"It's okay baby." He murmured again. Now she jerked her ass back into him, thrusting violently into what was clearly a serious case of morning wood.
He jerked awake.
"What the fuck?"
He suddenly sounded so ridiculously human, just like a regular guy, nothing like the commanding, super rich, high IQ, obsessed-with-controlling-everything-and-everyone-around-him, alpha male billionaire.
Dig down to the bottom of it all and he was just like any other guy; a life support system for a penis most of them.
I will get you Ruben Mayweather, I will get you in ways your dreams can’t even
imagine yet.
Suzy wasn't accustomed to viewing her relationships with men as a battle but Ruben had blown her mind and twisted her world upside down in so many ways that she couldn't not but want to cut him down to size. As clever as he thought he was, she was pretty sure he hadn't met anyone with her kind of intelligence before. He had been lucky up until now with her unfortunate circumstances putting her in a position where he held all the aces, but she could wait. Once all this madness with Nadia and her family was done she would take great pleasure in getting him into position directly underneath her and make him moan like a high-school virgin on prom night. He would beg her for sex, plead for the favor of being allowed to come in her presence and then he would apologize with his cock and balls for all of the humiliating, although admittedly toe-curling hot sex he had railroaded her into.
"Wake up Ruben." She said more loudly. "My arms are sore and I need to pee."
"Huh? Oh shit, yes of course. I'm sorry Suzy, please forgive me."
This was new as well; genuine apologies? Obviously there was a human being in there somewhere far below the elaborate façade of Ruben Mayweather CEO and all around boy wonder.
"You've had your fun Mayweather. The other part of the bargain is that you do what I tell you to do when we aren't in one of your seedy bedroom fantasy scenarios."
He was scrambled to release her while she spoke and as her eyes adjusted to the dim light of the cabin she could just about make out the huge, nearly naked, and most delicious of all, slightly flustered man above her. His perfect hair was all messed up, and my God, she hadn't seen him so undressed before; the guy's body was out of this world. He was as chiseled as a professional boxer, as broad and lean as an Olympic athlete.
She stared up at him in awe as he focused on releasing the cuffs. Once she was free and he looked down at her big eyes watching him he began to return to himself.
"Don't do that." He said, checking his watch. "We have to begin coordinating our actions on arrival."
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