In Service To The Billionaire

by Heather Chase

  “What do you want? Are you here to give me another...mouthful?”

  God, he was so fucking arrogant.

  And god...it turned her on so fucking much.

  “I have things to say to you,” she said softly. “I would ask to say them in private, please.”

  Sand considered, and then shrugged, nodding. The wind pushed at his short blond hair.

  “Give us some space, boys.”

  The security team spread out, focusing their eyes anywhere but on Sand and her.

  Wrapping and re-wrapping her hands, she stepped closer to him and took a deep breath. “I wanted to...I wanted to thank you, for what you did last night. I wanted to let you know how it reminded me of...of who I’m supposed to be.”

  He made a non-committal tone. “All right.”

  “I miss you, Sir, and I think of nothing but you...and...” she stopped, laughing briefly and staring into his cold blue eyes again. “This is just, no good, is it? For either of us. There are so many appropriate terms I have for you, but I don’t know if I’m allowed to use any of them right now, and I want to so badly...”

  Of course, she was talking about how she loved him. Truly. Deeply. Terribly.

  But...could she say it first? Was that allowed? Would he shut her down forever?

  She stepped closer. He did not push her away or back off. Feeling daring now, she tugged at his collar, sliding her soft, hot thigh between his legs.

  “Please, forgive me? Please...I want to...I want to call you all those things again.” She began to whisper. “I need to. I can’t live without my Mas—”

  “Don’t,” he said suddenly, turning away. “Do not. Or I will have them detain you.”

  Her heart thumped hard in her chest.

  “I’m sorry. It’s just...I realize now, I don’t want him. I want you. Maybe I...maybe I needed to be with him to realize that. I don’t think it would ever work out with him. I would love to be with you instead. I want to...” she hesitated, and then went for it, as close as she could make it without saying it direct, “...I want to love you instead, if you'll let me.”

  His eyes went wide, anger slipping over his handsome face.

  “No,” he said simply.

  “No, no” she said, shaking her head. “That came out wrong. Not...not ‘instead.’ I mean...” she sighed, flabbergasted with herself. The wind cut through her thick hair. “I just want you, Sir! Please?”

  “I said, no.”

  “Why?”

  He shook his head, smiling. “That last fuck was just to get you out of my system. I wanted to humiliate him, your little boy fiancé, for taking away the thing that I wanted. Now I have. And now we’re done.”

  It was really that simple for him. And what happened the night before had been—while cunt-soaking and erotic—terrifically brutal.

  But...no.

  He had promised to use her like that when they were together, cradling her in his strong perfect arms. He knew that nothing would turn her on more, would make her love him more. The forcefulness of it, the passion...it couldn’t have purely been about revenge.

  “Please...” she said, defeated. “Please...Sir...don’t do this. I love—”

  “No!” he shouted.

  Around them, the security guards jumped. Sand waved his hand, calling them off.

  “Do not say such things. We both know you do not mean them. You are just trying to manipulate me, like everyone else. You want to get what you want, and you don’t care about me. We both know this. Do not pretend otherwise.”

  She was angry now.

  “Pretend otherwise?” She couldn't hide the fierce anger in her voice, so frustrated with his arrogance. “You self-centered bastard! You ruined my engagement. It’s all over now. All of it. I have nothing left but you. Please...please at least give me you!” The anger had left her, as suddenly as it arrived. “Even if you hate me...just let me stay with you. Let me just...curl at your feet. I can just suck you off, whenever you feel the need. Please...at least that?”

  He was quiet for a long time. Behind them, the jet had started up, its engines whining high.

  “I didn’t ruin anything. You enjoyed it, Sophia. You came. I felt it.”

  Her cheeks flushed with shame. She turned her head down.

  “And ‘at least give you me?’ I’m not a consolation prize, Sophia. I won’t be treated like one.”

  That wasn’t what she meant. That wasn’t what she meant at all. But he was right.

  They each said nothing else, and Sand got on the jet. And for Sophia, she felt one more part of her life flying away, completely out of her hands. The security team left, driving off in their SUVs.

  Soon, there was no one left in the cool morning on the air strip but here. She felt naked, vulnerable, and alone.

  Chapter 25

  Later on that evening, Sophia was alone in the house. Todd was nowhere to be found—Sophia had no idea where to even start looking. She did not think she cared all that much.

  Earlier in the day, she had received a text from him:

  Is this really it? This is how it ends?

  She would rather not do him the indignity of a text message, but if that was how he wanted to approach her, then she felt obligated to text him back. So:

  Yes. I apologize for how you found out. But this is what I want. I'm willing to talk with you more, but that is my decision, and it won't change.

  Hours later, she still hadn't received a response.

  Perhaps, like her, he just realized the futility of their relationship. Maybe he knew deep down that she didn’t love him, and wanted to make it easier for her. Maybe he knew that he simply didn't have what it took to please her as deeply as someone else could.

  At around eight o'clock, there was a series of swift knocks at the door. Sophia slowly got up off her comfy floral couch—the knocks continuing all the while—and made her way to the door.

  It was Elle, holding another bottle of wine—a white, this time.

  “Hey babe,” the bubbly blonde said with a grin. “I thought maybe you could use a friend?”

  Sophia’s heart warmed. Soon, they were upstairs together.

  They sat down and broke open the bottle of the wine. Sophia revealed the revelation of the break-up—to the non-surprise of Elle—and they tried to talk about other matters like the weather, television, to no avail.

  Finally, Sophia brought it up.

  “I’m sorry you had to see me like that,” she said. “Last night, I mean. After he...finished with me.”

  Furiously and suddenly, Elle blushed. “Yeah. That was...um...you were kind of loud,” she said with a nervous laugh.

  Sophia put her hands in her face. “I know! I know. I’m sorry. I went after him this morning...and...and nothing. Just nothing. He doesn’t want me. I’m without anybody.”

  Elle slipped a hand forward. “You’ve got me.”

  Maybe it was just the wine, but Sophia felt like her voice sounded especially thick. Not with drunkenness, though. With wanting.

  The tanned, delicate features of Elle's legs were easy to see with the loose skirt she had on. Her shirt, a tight gray tank top, hugged her tits together. And Sophia saw this—and with the wine in her, enjoyed seeing it quite a bit.

  “I do.” Sophia squeezed Elle’s hand right back.

  “What I said to you before,” said Elle, “about you choosing who you love. What do you think about that?”

  “I don’t know,” said Sophia. “Sand is...so difficult. He’s got this handle on me. I can’t explain it.”

  “I can.” Elle shifted closer to her. “You love him. Don’t you?”

  Sophia stayed quiet.

  “You love him, and you don’t love Todd. You can say it.”

  “Ugh,” she said. “I don’t know. Can I say that?”

  “Of course you can, girl. God, I’d fucking be in love with Sand too if I had the chance, probably.”

  A sudden, hot lilt of inspiration hit Sophia. In a flash, the image of
Sand’s original ad hit her. And very specifically, what it said about his desires.

  You:

  Female Sub.

  Must dress hot.

  Must be attractive.

  Must obey.

  Must want breath play and domestication.

  Must be open to multiple female partners.

  That last bit could be her way in. Must be open to multiple female partners.

  He wanted a threesome. And Sophia...Sophia could make it happen.

  Wonder struck her, that she hadn’t thought of it before. Certainly, too much time hadn’t passed since she and Elle had been together. Only a little more than a month. And Elle's body was so close, so soft. Their knees touched. And Elle had such...depth of feeling...

  “Elle...” she slid her hand across the couch so that it rested on Elle’s. “Elle, baby...”

  Elle gulped. “Um...Sophia?”

  Daring now, Sophia pulled Elle closer in—and Elle did nothing to resist. Sophia pushed a soft hand through Elle's short blond hair.

  “Elle...what if you could help me out with getting back with Sand? Wouldn’t you like to help me out, baby?”

  This was deeply, intrinsically wrong—and so very hot because of it. Sophia may have found Elle attractive—she definitely did, as a matter of fact—but this was beyond the pale. Using her friend’s long-held attraction, unlocking that delicate box just to get a man.

  Sophia didn’t care, though. The only that mattered anymore was being with Sand. Being his pet. Being his slave. Everything else came second.

  Elle wanted her, she justified quickly. Elle thought she was banging hot and said so all the time. If this worked, everybody could get what they wanted.

  “Sophia...Sophia we’re...we’re friends, come on. Don’t...don’t tease me like this.”

  Sophia landed a soft little kiss on Elle's neck. “Who’s teasing?”

  She slid her hand directly up Elle’s skirt, into the soft flesh of her inner-thighs, pressing there hotly.

  Elle's voice became a soft, hot whine. “Sophia...I just...god. I...you know how I feel about you. I have so many feelings that I just have to put away and not think about, or else I’ll go crazy, so I don’t...don’t play with me, please?”

  Leaning in with a smile, Sophia’s brushed up against Elle’s ear.

  “I want you, Elle...I've wanted you for a while now. I'm tired of hiding it. I'm tired of Todd getting in the way of what I think. I want you, and I want Sand, too.” Elle gasped, pushing her hot pussy hard down onto Sophia's exploring fingers. “I want to serve you up to him. I want to make you an offering so that he knows I’m absolutely serious about being his.”

  Easily pushing aside the flimsy resistance of panties, Sophia’s fingers slid up into Elle’s pussy.

  “Oh my god, Sophia!”

  “You see, I want him to be the only man in my life...but there’s no restriction against lots of women. Lots of women...just for him.”

  Elle’s mouth finally collapsed on Sophia’s, moaning hot and slipping over Sophia’s sexy, full lips.

  “Let’s go to bed,” Sophia purred.

  Within just a few moments, they tumbled into her bedroom, kissing madly. Their lovemaking in the past had been hindered by furiously heavy anchors of shame. But Sophia felt no such shame now—Sand completely unlocking her range of desires.

  She wanted to be spanked. She wanted to be choked. She wanted to be dominated totally.

  And she wanted Elle. God, she wanted Elle so fucking bad.

  They undressed each other in a rush, each feeling that unless this happened fast, it wouldn't happen at all. If they stopped to consider or think too long, it would all dissolve.

  The delicious sight of Elle's hot, naked body on Sophia's bed melted all the protesting parts of Sophia's brain. She slipped her fingers up Elle's pussy, her thumb pressing hard on her clit.

  “You'll do it, won't you baby?” Sophia asked her. “You'll fuck him with me?”

  “Oh my god, Sophia...” Elle moaned. “Sophiaaa...”

  Sophia's fingering administrations only increased. “Say you'll do it, baby. Say it, and I'll lick you all night long.”

  “Oh my fuck yes!” Elle cried at last. “Yes, yes, anything you say!”

  Pulling her fingers out finally, Sophia kissed Elle hotly on the mouth...and then descended down to her pussy.

  And even as she licked and loved the hot blonde dancer, her mind formulated a new little plan to get back in Sand's good graces.

  Chapter 26

  Five days later, the day of Sand's return from Miami, Sophia arrived at his condo in the late evening when she knew he would be home. Still his assistant, she had access to his schedule, after all.

  She also still had the card to let her through the gates of Class Towers, and somehow—perhaps a subconscious omission of duty on his part—the card still worked.

  The Miami newspapers were abuzz with pictures of him in tabloids with bikini-clad women on his arms as he visited important charity functions. Sophia, seeing them, only wished that she were one of the women. She knew also, of course, that he was only acting like that because he was hurt...and her heart went out to him.

  She knocked on Sand’s door. In her hands, she held two folders.

  Confidence brimmed through her—she was utterly confident in her plan, and she was dressed to kill today.

  Towering, glittery heels decorated her feet—five inches high, made for being bent over and fucked ruthlessly wherever he may like.

  Black lace stockings adorned her dynamite legs, held up entirely hot thin, sparkly garter straps that she knew must have been easily visible through the thin material of her tight pencil skirt.

  She opened up the top three buttons of her tight blouse, allowing the black-and-violet lace bra waiting underneath to be seen easily. Her breasts, so plump and perky, could be seen easily.

  Sophia didn’t care so much if she whored it up in front of the magnificent condo. In fact, she liked the idea of them knowing that she was dressed hot to be Sand’s personal plaything. All she had to do was ensure that he wanted it.

  He opened the door, still halfway-dressed in his suit from the day. His jacket was off and his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing the hot, chiseled muscles underneath.

  His frown was deep and severe, even seeing her presented toward him. Trepidation shook through her—but that was okay. She would follow through.

  “What do you want?”

  “I’d like to discuss a business arrangement with you, please. It concerns my service to you.”

  Without saying anything, he shrugged and left the door open behind her. Sophia followed, carefully leaving the door just open a crack.

  Her pencil skirt hugged tightly to her shapely ass as she strutted across the hallway to approach him where he sat on a small chair in the large living area. No room for her to scoot next to him there. He watched her steps with some interest—and no one looking at her walk could imagine it was for anyone but him.

  She approached him slowly, wanting desperately to crawl. But he wouldn’t respect that—not yet.

  “I brought you something,” she said, holding up the two folders. “Something I’d like your approval of.”

  Still, he didn’t look up from his desk. “Very well.”

  She took a breath, twirling a lock of long dark hair. It was a luxury, she knew—knowing she looked good as she twirled and played with her hair, knowing she looked how he wanted a woman to look.

  “I’d like to say something before I hand you these.”

  He drew his hands together, finally moving his eyes over her prize-wrapped body.

  “Very well,” he said again.

  “It was wrong of me, very wrong, to insinuate you were some consolation prize. I can completely understand how that hurt you. You’re so strong, so often...I forgot that you can be hurt, too. That wasn’t right of me. Regardless of anything, you absolutely deserve an apology...and I do apologize, very much. And for everything that happen
ed before, and my behavior, my inability to trust you totally, my failures at communicating to you, I apologize. For all my part in our hurt, I take full responsibility, and you deserve to know that.”

  His reaction, if indeed there even was one, was muted to say the most of it. Maybe, just a little, she saw his eyebrows flicker.

  Not relenting, Sophia slipped the first folder down onto his lap. Tilting an eyebrow, he opened it.

  “This looks to be a letter of resignation.”

  “Yes,” she said. “This is the best job I’ve ever had. It’s challenged me to be disciplined and proactive, and it pays extraordinarily well. And I’m good at it.”

  “You know, Sophia,” he said, tilting his gaze up at her. “You really are good at it.”

  Holding back the urge to beam at the compliment, she continued.

  “Thank you. I appreciate that very much. But, I see the hurt in your eyes every time I deliver something to you. The way that you hate to meet my gaze. The...the emptiness that I’ve created for you. And I hate it. And I hate having to live of a reminder of such pain for you. I know you like to think you can live surrounded in such pain, but I can't be a part of constantly doing that to you. And because I know you won’t fire me—you’re just too damn stubborn to do it—I wanted to make things easier for you. So I quit.”

  He leaned back in his chair, drumming his thumbs against the arms of it.

  “It’s certainly been an...awkward situation, but I don’t know if I agree that I’ve been pained...”

  “Please,” she said. “I am not accusing you of anything bad. You can accept my observation, yes?”

  He swallowed, his strong features cloudy. “Yes. All right.”

  “This is the other part of what I have to say to you.”

  Across the desk, she slid the other folder. Inside, he found pictures of Elle that Sophia had taken just the night before. One of the sexy blonde clothed in a tight skirt and top. Another with her wearing nothing but hot pink underwear. Another with her putting a silk collar on.

  One last one with Sophia's hand around her neck, Elle looking at the camera with obvious lust.

  And underneath all of these were two pairs of panties. One was Sophia's, of course, and the other Elle's. Violet and pink, respectively.