Her Sweet Liberation: Billionaire Secrets - Book Six

by Sinclair, Drew

  Full disclosure was absolutely indispensable.

  By the end of the trip Nena was exhausted and went to bed happily surrounded by toys that Dale had bought her throughout the day and by wall pictures of all her favorite Disney princes and princesses. If any child deserved a break it was her. The last few days shuffling from homeless shelter to public park and back to homeless shelter again had been a living nightmare.

  Lindsay was in the bathroom alone, feeling almost guilty at the amount of space around her. Just last night she had been crowded together with the troubled underclass of LA's unfortunates in a space half the size of this massive suite. Now she was in the lap of luxury and thankfully, so was Nena - her best friend and greatest responsibility.

  The plush bathrobe felt wonderfully comforting against her skin but she wasn't thinking about that now. She was staring at her phone and psyching herself up to make that call. Her plan was to speak to Nadia first and listen to her version of events. Then she would speak to Dale to get his story. If they coincided it wouldn't exactly be evidence but it would be a step in the right direction and she could already feel a little more comfortable about being with Dale and allowing him to be this close to Nena.

  She touched her finger to the screen and watched the call connect. She was on her cell phone so she could be traced, but what did that matter now? She was with Dale anyway so presumably his people knew exactly where he was.

  The phone picked up immediately.

  "Hello?"

  "Ms. Komerov, it's me again, Lindsay Day."

  "Thank God you called Lindsay. You've got to trust me on this, you need to know the truth."

  "I know, I realize that now."

  "Can you tell me where you are? I'll come and meet you."

  "Just tell me, I don’t have time to meet."

  "Over the phone isn't good. It's not secure. Just tell me where you are and I'll get there as soon as I can."

  Lindsay's heart sank. This was no good. She needed to speak to Dale immediately after speaking to Nadia so that they wouldn't have time to talk to each other and line up their stories.

  "It'll take too long. I need information now and you're in Washington."

  "No I'm not, I'm in Los Angeles. I… I traced your call to the phone booth you called from."

  "Of course you did, that's why I used a payphone."

  "So why aren’t you using one now?"

  "Don't you know already?"

  "Would I be asking if I did?"

  "I'm with Dale."

  "With Dale? That's impossible, he's in Nepal on a trek in… shit."

  "He's here with me in the Disneyland Hotel in Anaheim. He tracked us down."

  "Of course he did. We were fools to think he'd let you go. The Hargrave brothers aren’t like that. Can I come and see you there? I'm in downtown LA, I can make it over there in under an hour."

  Under an hour. Surely she could hold out that long, meet with Nadia and then return to Dale for his version of events.

  "Okay. Call me as soon as you get here. We can meet in the lobby."

  "Lindsay, who are you talking to? Can I come in yet?"

  "That's Dale, I've got to go. Bye." She ended the call, went to the bathroom door and opened it. Dale was standing there in a bathrobe that matched her own.

  "Did you call someone?" Dale asked.

  "Yeah, I've got someone I need to meet in an hour. We can talk after that."

  "That's fine by me." He said. "Action first, talking later. Come on Lindsay, I've been weeks without you and now I've been looking at you all day without being able to lay a finger on you. This is getting damn near unbearable."

  He hugged her in close and although she still wanted to resist it felt so damn good that she let herself go and hugged him back as tight as she could. The warmth and comfort she felt slowly gave way to desire as her body molded itself to his.

  "Come on baby." He whispered into her ear. "I can't wait any longer." He picked her up and carried her to the bed, just as he had done before. It seemed to be his thing; prince charming/cave man takes his woman to bed, half teases her to death first and and then pounds her into sexual exhaustion for the finale. Every part of her wanted it again but she couldn't get it out of her head that they had made an agreement - that he had promised to allow her to do the same to him when the time came.

  She longed for him that way, but it still wasn’t that time.

  He had just taken her from the streets, rescued her and Nena from homelessness.

  How could she make those demands upon him yet?

  He laid her carefully down like the most precious thing in the world and then allowed his matching bathrobe to slide to the ground.

  It almost took her breath away.

  He was so physically perfect. God had to be a guy because a woman would have created every man in the world like this instead of teasing womankind with just one in a hundred million or so.

  He climbed onto the bed beside her and she waited for his touch but instead he just watched her for a moment and then became very intense.

  "I haven't forgotten." He said.

  Lindsay's heart began to beat faster, a short jolt of adrenaline coursed through her.

  "I made a promise to you and I always keep my promises." He lay down on his back next to her. "You let of your fears for me and now I'll do the same for you."

  Lindsay looked at him in amazement but still she didn’t move. Dale continued.

  "You told me, and I quote, 'I want to climb on top of you and fuck you like a good girl fucks her big bad asshole boyfriend. I want you to lie there and take it like a God.'"

  Lindsay's eyes widened, she gulped and her face began to flush. Had she really said that?

  "You further said, 'I want you inside me so deep--'"

  "That's enough. I know what I said. You don’t need to remind me."

  "Why not? Don’t tell me the woman who said that to me is embarrassed by her own words?" He pushed up to his elbows again. "Surely that's not a blush I see on Lindsay Day's face. Tough investigative reporter and--"

  "Shut up. I'm not a reporter anymore. You and your brother made sure of that."

  The words stung Dale, more than she had intended them to.

  "I can undo anything Clayton or Ruben have done. Don't worry about them. It's time to think about us."

  Ruben had threatened her with the loss of Nena if she went anywhere near Dale again, but would he really follow through? Could he? The threats had come at her very lowest and weakest ebb. Ruben Mayweather, ruthless, powerful and infinitely wealthy billionaire had kicked the struggling reporter and her little girl when they were down.

  Suddenly weeks of repressed, helpless rage exploded to the surface and it was if a shard of her old self had struggled back to life again.

  "Get down on your back Hargrave. I said I'd fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked and now I'm going to do it."

  Dale went silent. This was his moment, the facing of his fears. He had made a promise and he wouldn't back down, but would he be able to live up to it or would his body let him down at the last moment?

  He lay down beside her, folded his knees and put his hands behind his head. He was trying his best to feel relaxed, but the mixture of fear, adrenaline and high octane sexuality was intensely exciting, almost to the point of confusion. His first real full on experience of intercourse, full penetration had been like this and it had been against his will. He had been railroaded into it and then forced to pay the price of his weakness afterwards.

  Unfortunately it had also been the most exciting experience of his life to date and his life wasn't exactly one without thrills. He had never been able to top it no matter how hard he tried but then again, he had never, ever given in to anyone like this since that afternoon all those years ago with Ruben and those two older girls.

  Before he knew it Lindsay was on top of him, her soft, perfect behind pressing down against the top of his thighs, her wet pussy pressing down onto his abdomen and pubic bone.


  "Fuuuuck…" He groaned helplessly.

  Get him down, lock him in. The thought had seized her like a primeval instinct.

  "This is how I like to do it." She threw her head back and moaned to the ceiling as she felt his erection stiffen against her. Obviously his problem with being underneath didn't involve any loss of desire. If anything, he was harder than ever.

  "This is scary for me Lindsay, we need to go a little slower here."

  She stopped moving. It was true. She remembered how scared she had been when he was on top of her, but then he had just taken her in hand and blown her mind. She wanted to know what had happened to him but then again, he was a man, he probably didn't want to talk about it. Actions would speak louder than words.

  "Slow is how I like it Dale. The slower the better. Just remember that I'm in charge here and I won't hurt you. Not ever."

  He nodded mutely and then put his hands to her hips. God it felt so good. She knew he would try to control her but she also knew that he wouldn't have a chance in hell from where he was. Once she was on top that was it, her entire body weight and all her internal strength would be wrapped around his trapped member and she could make or break him at will - just as he had done to her all those weeks ago.

  "Don’t come until I tell you to." She said to him. This was her revenge. His cock was struggling against her and all she had to do was lift up a little and let it slide along underneath her to find her pussy. A little guidance with her right hand and he was there, stretching her wide open with his fat cock. He let out a long, deep, wild moan like nothing she had heard from him or from any man before. He was shaking underneath her and the feeling of power laced with pure sexual desire was unlike anything she had ever known. The fearsome business brain of the Hargrave empire, the board room barracuda, the ruthless billionaire who had beaten the Russian mob at its own game was melting away to pieces underneath her.

  Lindsay had never felt more powerful. Sure she had released stories that brought down powerful corrupt politicians and business people before, but this was more direct. This was total, absolute control of a man of power with instantaneous, moment by moment response.

  "This is what you've wanted all along, isn't it?" She said, moving herself slowly up and down his long shaft, angling herself just right to get maximum slide over her clit, arching her back each time to hook and press the bulbous end of his massive, throbbing cock against her G-spot.

  Dale was almost incoherent and struggled to control her movements with his powerful arms but she was already locked in. The first wild shudders of what she had no doubt would be a thunderous series of multiple orgasms began raking through her. She pounded downwards to bludgeon the heaving upward thrusts of Dale's pinioned body.

  "Say it." She said, leaning down on his huge chest. "Tell me this is what you wanted all along. I can feel it, I knew it the moment I first saw you."

  He stared up at her as his cock buried deep inside her again, bigger, fuller, hotter than any man she had ever been with. This was how it should be, no half-hearted climaxes with weak men straining to hold on or struggling to stay hard. She was impaling herself every time she lowered herself down onto his shaft and he was every inch big enough to take and fill her every time, gripping her hips hard and jamming himself deeper, desperately gasping and moaning his long repressed ecstasy.

  He still didn't speak but continued to struggle below her, as though this were a battle he could somehow win. The slap of her ass and thighs against his balls and spread-eagled legs was growing more rapid and the pungent smell of their love-making rose to her nostrils, driving her wild to experience even more. Her orgasms were exploding now like the fourth of July on steroids and she began to lose control of what she was doing, locking in to suck out the maximum juice from this rare moment of absolute pleasure. Before she knew it she was screaming and leaning back away from Dale while he struggled to pull her in, his own head thrown back in painful ecstasy as she pulled his cock down for maximum tension inside her.

  She heard him cry out and then felt him weaken underneath her.

  "This is it." He said. "It's what I wanted, what I've always wanted."

  "Don’t move." She said. He was still rock hard. "This isn’t over yet." She closed her eyes and focused one more time while her man writhed underneath her. One final act of total dominance before the moment was lost. She moved quicker now, squeezed harder and heard him moan below her. The sound sent her soaring even higher until in one blind moment she was pushed over the top, faster and wilder than she had ever been before and she collapsed on top of him, senseless, spent, utterly satisfied.

  Mind-bending, back breaking orgasms. Like nothing on earth. Was this love? Or was it all just chemistry and mutual psychosis - the explosive force of two obsessions colliding at exactly the right moment in time?

  Even trying to figure it out seemed pointless….

  The two lay panting together, his cock still hard inside her, her body pulsating around it with the beat of her heart and the rhythm of her breath. His massive penis shuddered intermittently with aftershocks of pleasure that gently massage her G-spot and clit back down to earth.

  Every moment, every breath, every heartbeat was pure, indulgent, divine pleasure.

  "I could hold you like this forever Dale." She whispered into his chest.

  "Then why don’t you?" He whispered back. "This doesn't have to end."

  Those words sounded so good, so tempting, they were what she wanted to believe.

  "You've got to tell me what happened to Boyevik Dale. I'm sorry, but it's not just for me, it's for Nena as well. I've got to understand what kind of man you are."

  He was silent for a moment. He had no problem telling the truth but he was terrified that if he did then it would be the end for them. He reached his hand up to stroke his lover's hair and then wiped some of the blood from his mouth.

  "That was some beating you gave me." He said.

  "I need the truth Dale. I need you to start talking now." She lifted her head up to look at him but froze in shock when she saw his bloodied mouth.

  "Dale… Jesus Christ, did I…"

  "You said you wouldn't treat me like your bitch Lindsay, but I've never felt more bitch-slapped in my whole life. I had no idea you were into that kind of stuff."

  She got up onto her knees, sitting up straight on top of him with his cock still inside her. He moved gratefully in response, but she could see that while his lip was the worst wound he had some obvious red marks on his chest and shoulders that looked like they would be black and blue tomorrow.

  "Dale, I'm so sorry, I had no idea--"

  "It's okay baby, it's okay. I've had worse."

  "I hope not."

  "Never in bed, but I've had worse beatings. Believe me, nothing comes close to what you just did to me, to what you've been doing to me every day since we first met. I'm going to tell you everything and then it's up to you if you believe me or not. Are you ready to listen?"

  She nodded her head. This was why she was here. That and mind blowing, consciousness altering sex.

  "Go on." She said, afraid of what she would hear. "What did you do to that rat-bastard?"

  Dale took a deep breath and then sighed a long sigh.

  "It's like this Lindsay, we had to make him shut his mouth and stay away from us forever. So that's exactly what we did."

  Lindsay's heart began to race again. That damned adrenaline, she prayed he wasn't going to say what she feared the most.

  "You can bet your last dollar we won’t be hearing from him or any of his people ever again."

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  Suzy felt the tip of Ruben's cock press against her forearm and it was diamond hard. She looked at him in amazement. Obviously it was hard to talk about but clearly it was intensely arousing as well. Whatever those girls had done to them had left him very, very screwed up indeed.

  She moved her hand down and wrapped her fingers slowly around him, allowing instinct to take over. She felt t
he response of her lover shudder through his powerful body and a moan escaped his beautiful mouth.

  "It's me you're talking to baby." Suzy said softly. "You're here with me now. Nothing can hurt you and if anything makes you feel bad, I'll make you feel good again."

  His cock hardened in her hand and he began to speak.

  "She made a big deal out of it, reaching over and slapping me right there on my hard on, laughing about it, ridiculing me, but I was a sixteen year old boy for Christ's sake, so no matter how bad she made me feel about it, the situation just got worse. The feeling of losing control was terrifying but so damn exciting at the same time. When we arrived at this shack in the middle of nowhere I began to get scared for real. These women were way older than us, way more experienced and they had us pretty much trapped out there with no real idea where we were and no idea how to get back home again. You think back on it now and it seems easy to imagine telling the two bitches to fuck off and take us back home, but were just kids. We were horny, embarrassed, frightened they'd tell people we had tried to force them to do something, so we did what we were told. Both of us."

  Ruben's cock was still throbbing in her hand. The memory was painful, but obviously intensely sexual as well. Suzy didn't dare move, didn't dare say a word.

  "They took us inside and separated us. I don’t know what happened to Dale, never asked him and he never asked what happened to me. This is the first time I've ever spoken about it. Whatever. She told me to take my pants off. I told her I didn't want to but she said if I didn’t that she'd tell everyone what a pussy I was, that everyone in my school would know about it, so eventually I did. She said I had nothing to hide anyway with my dick sticking out the way it was. When I was naked she said I should like down on an old cot that was there and then she sat down beside me. I was terrified but turned on in a way I could never have imagined and that's saying something for a sixteen year old high school jock. I can still remember what she was wearing. She never took her clothes off, nothing. Not even her hat. She stayed fully dressed for the whole thing but she told me to close my eyes. When I did, she started talking. She came close to my ear and began telling me all the things she was going to do to me. How she was going to play with me, take my cock and balls, suck on my nipples, suck my cock and take my balls in her mouth. She promised to do it all real, real slow. She kept talking and talking but didn't touch me. I was so hard it was painful and then she put her hands over my eyes and I felt something come down on my cock. She was so wet and warm I couldn’t hold myself any longer and then I did it all over myself. I lay there, all messed up while she watched me. She let me open my eyes to watch her saliva drip down onto my cock and I fuck it, I couldn't stop myself from going again. That's what happens when you're a sixteen year old virgin. It was the ultimate humiliation and the ultimate turn on. When I was done she began doing all those things to me just like she said she would and then eventually she climbed on top of me with all her clothes on except her damn panties and rode me 'till I came again inside her."