Shades of Step Billionaire

by Harlow, Jenna

  11:20 Click.

  11:30 “Olivia, where the fuck are you?”

  11:50 “Olivia, Olivia? Answer the damn phone!”

  12:00 Click.

  12:15 “Olivia, baby I’m worried. You know how much I love you and that I would never, ever do anything to hurt you, baby. Call me.” Olivia felt ill listening to him. She knew none of it was sincere. She clicked forward.

  1:20 “If he hurts you, I swear I’ll…” Click. Olivia couldn’t stand to listen to that one. The nerve he had to make it seem like Jeremy was dangerous was beyond low, even for Trent. He had left messages throughout the night. She figured most of them continued on in this way, so she skipped a bunch more.

  4:10 “Olivia you bitch,” he slurred. Click.

  4:30 “Olivia, you fucking cunt” he slurred again. “I’m coming to find you, bitch. You’re gonna be sorry.” He was drunk, but beyond the sloppy sound of his words was a truly menacing tone. A shiver ran through her, and she worried despite the fact that he was drunk, he meant every word of his threat. She clicked off the phone and turned to throw it into her purse. As she moved, she caught sight of something in her peripheral view. She jerked around to see Jeremy standing behind her and jumped from fright. His face was dark and edged with rage.

  “Jeremy, you startled me. Jeremy sat down, his eyes filled with a protective fury. “Olivia, you’re not safe. You heard him, he’s dangerous. He is still threatening you. You should stay with me in the city. Olivia shook her head vigorously. She appreciated Jeremy’s concern, but she didn’t want to let Trent to terrorize her out of her home.

  “No, Jeremy. His threats are empty. Trent doesn’t know where I live, or where I work. He was drunk. I’m sure by the time he sobers up he’ll realize what an ass he’s been,” she wanted to believe the words she said were true, but even she had her doubts. Nevertheless, she wasn’t going to let him force her into hiding. She would not be a victim. Jeremy seemed unconvinced, but he didn’t push it. In a flash the anger and worry were replaced with a lighter expression.

  “Let’s not discuss Trent anymore. It’s a beautiful day. Would you like a tour of the grounds?” Olivia’s eyes lit up.

  “Yes, that would be lovely!” she said. She was dying to see the rest of the mansion, as well as the beautiful gardens. She had never been in such an opulent setting before, and wanted to see everything about it.

  Jeremy spent the rest of the morning showing her around. He took her on a thorough tour of the estate, and was a wonderful guide. Not only did he share secrets and details of the manor, he was able to talk at length about the history of the building, its construction, and even the former owners and the commerce of the area. He made the land come to life with stories of former occupants. She was enthralled, mesmerized by his tales. She felt like she could listen to him all day and soak up anything he told her. By noon, they were back up to the house and ate a light lunch of lobster salad and cucumber soup on the patio. It was another exquisite meal. As they finished, Jeremy’s phone rang.

  “Excuse me, Olivia,” he said and stepped away. Olivia didn’t mind. She sat back and enjoyed the beautiful setting. The flowers were still in full bloom and edged the patio along with sculpted hedges. Fragrant perfume wafted through the air, adding to the magical feel of the day. Olivia turned just as Jeremy returned.

  “I’m sorry, Olivia. I have some work I need to attend to. I’ve arranged for Tom my stable manager to give you a tour of the stable and give you a riding lesson if you’re interested. My butler had put some riding clothes in the bedroom if you would like to change.

  “You won’t be going with me?” she asked, her voice tinged with sadness. Jeremy shook his head.

  “I’m afraid I can’t. You’ll be in good hands with Tom, though. He’s great with the horses and a good riding instructor,” he said. Olivia was a little sad that now for the second time Jeremy had ducked out on her. Again Olivia found herself conflicted with her thoughts. While she had hoped to spend the day with him alone, she understood he probably had a lot of demands on him and should be grateful that he carved out this much time for her already. She brushed aside her disappointment, and smiled up at him.

  “I’ll meet you at six o’clock in the dining room for dinner,” he said. He planted a kiss on her and then disappeared into the house.

  Emma finished her lunch and went upstairs to change. Once in the room, she found a brand new riding outfit carefully spread out on the bed. He must have a boutique on speed dial, she thought, marveling at the clothes. Quickly she slipped into the tan riding pants, white shirt, black jacket and tall black riding boots. There was even a riding crop and black helmet for her. She smiled at herself in the mirror before heading downstairs. She had never in her life been on a horse before, but she sure looked like a professional rider in that expensive outfit.

  Olivia made her way down to the stables and introduced herself to Tom. Tom had been manager at the stable for the last twenty years and had worked for three previous owners of the estate. He was a gentle looking man in his late fifties. He introduced her to all the horses at the stable, and was able to tell her about the personality quirks and preferences of each one. He was also a great teacher. Olivia was nervous at first, having never been on a horse before, but Tom was gentle and patient, and soon she was following him down the trail, feeling relaxed and comfortable riding. Olivia had initially worried that the horseback riding experience would be hollow without Jeremy, but she ended up having a wonderful time.

  They returned to the stable by four o’clock and Olivia made her way back up to the main house. She went straight upstairs and drew a bath and spent the next hour soaking in the deep tub. The scent of lavender and jasmine filled the air as she poured luxurious bath products into the water. Once the tub was full, she lowered herself into the nearly scalding water, and let her thoughts drift again to Jeremy. She realized she had forgotten to ask him earlier where he had slept last night, or even if he had slept. She wasn’t sure if he had returned to the bed and woke up early or if he just never showed up at all. All she knew for sure was that he wasn’t there when she fell asleep, and he wasn’t there when she woke up. She hoped tonight she would be able to curl up in his arms, and wake up next to him. She realized she wanted that almost as much as she wanted sex from him.

  Her hand drifted over her wet skin under the water, gently caressing her breasts, abdomen and thighs as she thought about him. He is a master. She couldn’t believe the way he handled her with such skill and expertise. She couldn’t wait to see what he would do tonight. As she remembered the way he had titillated her the night before, her hands slid between her legs. Already she was swollen and aching for him. She rubbed herself until a shudder ran through her and her body pulsated with thoughts of him. “Jeremy,” she whispered as the last tremors of her orgasm subsided.

  Once out of the bath, she took her time getting ready, she had over an hour before it was time to meet him. She leisurely applied lotion, perfume and makeup and then dried her hair. It was almost five forty five when she made her way out of the bathroom. Still wearing a robe, she expected to put on the clothes he had given her this morning. As she stepped into the room, she was shocked to see a beautiful gown lying on the bed. It was a breathtaking full length red dress with silk trim and beaded accents. It featured a structured bodice that accentuating her hourglass figure. A thigh length slit revealed plenty of leg, and spaghetti straps held up the sweetheart cut neckline that revealed an ample amount of cleavage. The bottom of the dress flared out slightly, and made it appear as if she was sashaying as she walked. It was the sexiest dress she had ever worn.

  At six o’clock she made her way down the grand staircase. Even though it was still light outside, the dark wood of the staircase and the paneling made the space feel romantic. She lightly gripped the rail as she went, nervous she would trip in the new Louboutin shoes that came with the dress. As she worked her way down the stairs, Jeremy stepped out of the shadows. He looked amazing in a black tuxe
do, with his dark hair swept away from his face. She sensed a look of predatory hunger, and knew tonight she was happy to be his prey. Just that thought alone was enough to send a jolt of electricity through her. He stood silently gazing at her until she reached the bottom step.

  “Olivia, you look ravishing.” Before she could even say ‘thank you,’ he swept her into his arms and planted a warm and sensual kiss on her. His lips parted and his tongue speared into her mouth, sending tremors vibrating to her core. As he pulled her in closer and deepened his kiss, she realized she would happily give up dinner and head back upstairs if that was what he wanted.

  “God, I could take you right here,” he growled. He stood for a moment and let his eyes wander over her. “The dress fits you very well. You look almost perfect.” Olivia tensed inside, wondering what was wrong. Was a hair out of place, did she have something in her teeth? Before she could ask, Jeremy reached into his pocket. “You forgot to accessorize,” he said, pulling out an exquisite diamond necklace. Olivia’s eyes grew wide in disbelief.

  “Those can’t be real. Tell me you didn’t. Jeremy, it’s too much!” she said. She couldn’t even imagine what a piece like that would cost.

  “Hold your hair up,” he said. Obediently, she lifted her hair as Jeremy reached around her and fastened the clasp behind her neck. The necklace was heavy and cool as it rested over her collarbone. Lightly she reached up to touch the glittering gems.

  “Jeremy, you don’t have to do this,” she said. She was concerned now about all the money he had spent on her. It was too much. The smile fell from Jeremy’s face and his eyes grew serious.

  “I know,” he said. “I want to. Remember our arrangement, Olivia. Don’t question me, and don’t argue with me. That rule especially applies to extravagant gifts I give you.” He winked and took her arm. “Are you hungry?” he asked, leading her into the dining room. “Chef has prepared something special for us tonight.” The table was set for two at the far end. It was an intimate setting, complete with new flowers and lit candles. They chatted and caught up on the day over an endive salad starter, followed by pan seared scallops with leeks and squash and ended the meal with chocolate soufflé. It was decadent, but didn’t leave her feeling heavy or weighted down. As they finished their coffee and dessert, Jeremy leaned forward.

  “Are you ready for tonight?” he asked. A wave of anticipation washed over her.

  “Yes,” she said.

  “Then let’s get started,” he said, his voice thick with desire. Lust pooled in his eyes and sent searing heat spearing through her. She couldn’t wait to into the secret room and let him dominate her. She felt like kicking her shoes off and running up the stairs. Instead, she politely reached out to take his outstretched hand as he helped from the table.

  Chapter 16

  They made their way up the stairs and to the secret room. Once inside, Jeremy sat down on the bed facing Olivia. “Strip,” he commanded. He crossed his arms and rested his chin on his hand as she slipped out of the dress. Olivia slowly let the dress fall away, revealing her nude body underneath. She blushed, feeling Jeremy’s eyes travel over her. A smile curled on his lips. She was standing before him in nothing but high heels and the necklace he had given her. “You’re not wearing any underwear,” he said. “Good.”

  “Come here,” he motioned to her. “Lay across my lap with your weight on your knees.” She climbed onto the bed and then bent over, hoping she was doing it right. She leaned forward until her ass was high in the air and her chest pressed into the mattress. Her abdomen hovered just above his lap. “Extend your arms out in front of you.” She followed his orders exactly. “Good,” he said. He paused for a moment and she relaxed into position, waiting, anticipating what would happen next. She tensed, expecting him to strike her. Instead, his hand came softly up along her thigh and cupped her ass. He squeezed lightly and then ran his hand along the other thigh and again cupped her rear, his thumb gently caressing her skin.

  “Such a tight ass,” he cooed. “Has it ever been spanked?”

  “Not since I was a child,” she responded. He chuckled softly. “That’s not the kind of spanking I’m talking about. Have you ever been spanked sensually?” She wasn’t convinced that a spanking could actually be sensual, but she was certainly intrigued.

  “No,” she said. Within a split second of her answer, Jeremy’s hand crashed down on her bottom with such force she heard the crack of his palm as it landed against her backside. She sucked in her breath in surprise at the pain, tears stung in her eyes. Instinctively she bucked and pushed back as if trying to get up. She was so shocked by the spank she wasn’t thinking, she was simply reacting. Forcefully, Jeremy’s hand pushed into her back, forcing her down again to the mattress. Searing hot pain radiated from the point of contact. He landed another blow, this time to the other cheek, and then another, alternating between sides. She wiggled under him, trying to avoid the blows, but there was nowhere for her to go. It was almost too much, too humiliating, the sting too painful. She remembered her safe word and opened her mouth. She also remembered what he told her. She could use it, but only once. Then it would be over. That thought frightened her even more than stopping. She couldn’t quit, not yet.

  As he continued to strike her, the stinging sensation changed; the entire area hummed as the nerve endings sprang to life. She imagined her skin was red and swollen where he struck her. Olivia’s heart beat accelerated, she found the experience thrilling. She had no idea being spanked could be so exciting. Jeremy didn’t hold back. He was hitting with such force she pitched forward, losing her balance. Despite the pain, she found the thought of him unleashing himself so openly for her exhilarating. He struck her again, this time near the bottom of her ass where the skin creased at the thigh. He was dangerously close to her pussy. The humming sensation on the skin of her back side radiated out and spread to her exposed cunt, making it hum as well. His hand landed on her again, this time grazing her sex. The sensation intensified the buzzing sensation in her pussy. She could feel herself becoming wet, aching for more of his touch.

  His strikes continued to skim her pussy; the sting from the blows melding with the pleasurable feeling in her cunt. What was at first something painful she squirmed away from she now craved. Olivia arched her back, trying to position her bare sex under his open palm. Each blow edged her closer to orgasm.

  “Are you enjoying your spanking?” Jeremy teased.

  “Oh, yes. Jeremy, spank me harder!” she yelled. Her pussy was throbbing now, blazing with need. She wondered if she could orgasm simply from being struck. He hit her again, harder as she had requested. Already her body felt flush with desire, and aching for release. How long had she been like this? Barely a few minutes and yet she was nearly unraveling. She knew she was dripping wet. He must have seen the wet evidence of her arousal; her entire backside was tilted up to him. She knew she should feel embarrassed, but she didn’t. She loved it, loved being able to be so free and open with him.

  She braced for another slap but nothing came. Just as she thought to turn her head, she felt his fingers sliding along the length of her shaved pussy, first down the soft outer lips and then dipping inside, driving her wild. She moaned and arched her back, instinctively grinding against him, trying to force his fingers deeper inside. He suddenly stopped moving. She froze even before he spoke, knowing she had made an infraction.

  “No, Olivia. Be a good girl. Don’t be greedy.” He slowly withdrew his finger and left her exposed, bent over and frustrated. She was panting now, desperate for more.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  “Don’t beg, Olivia. Never beg.” Jeremy pushed gently on Olivia’s legs, guiding her off the bed. “Stand up,” he said. Shaking from need, she stood before him. “Go get the wrist and ankle straps on the wall.” Olivia turned quickly and took two hurried steps. “Move slowly, Olivia. You’re excited, but there should be no hurry. Trust that I will make it happen for you all in good time.” Olivia didn’t want to slow d
own. She felt nearly frantic inside she was coiled so tight. She took a breath, trying to calm herself and focused her attention on making her movements slow and deliberate. She retrieved the straps and returned to him.

  “Good,” he said slowly. He pulled out a blindfold from his pocket and tied it around her head, blocking out all visual stimuli. She continued to breathe deeply as Jeremy strapped the leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles. He then pulled her by the leash and positioned her in front of the footboard. “Get down on your knees.” Olivia’s heartbeat accelerated, wondering what was going to happen next. Carefully she knelt down before him. He moved behind her without speaking. Her arms and feet jerked as he pulled on the straps. She thought she heard metal clinking together, and couldn’t for the life of her figure out what he was doing. He then clipped something to a hook on the corner of the bed, and then did the same on the other side. “Try and move,” he commanded. Olivia strained in the cuffs but couldn’t move. She was on her knees, with her arms behind her. From what she could tell, her bound wrists were attached to her ankles and both were clipped somehow to the bed to stabilize her. Her torso was pitched forward unnaturally and her feet were elevated off the ground behind her. She gently swayed, as her bound body hung forward. She heard Jeremy as he stood up in front of her and the unmistakable sound of his zipper opening. Olivia’s breathing became shallow as she waited anxiously to come into contact with Jeremy’s cock. She had not yet been given a chance to touch him or arouse him in any way. She wanted desperately to caress him, and stimulate him the way he had turned her on. Jeremy pinched her chin between his thumb and finger and pulled her mouth open. She knew what to do.