His Secret Request: Billionaire Secrets - Book Three

by Sinclair, Drew

  He looked back without a word.

  "I'm sorry." He said. "Go take your shower. And don’t be long. This is still my evening."

  Suzy drew back her hand, dropped the napkin and then stood up. The movement made her realize how very, very wet she had become.

  He was hard and she was wet.

  Fuck. What the hell is really going on here? She thought.

  "I'm sorry." She said quickly. "Where's the shower?"

  "Damn it." He hissed. "I'll take you. It's that way." He indicated the door and she turned hesitantly.

  "Go on." He said. "I'll follow you." He sounded uncharacteristically frustrated.

  Suzy smiled quietly without him seeing. It was working. Candy had given her good advice. Don’t fight it, go with it and then just slowly, slowly you'll find yourself on the other side or better yet, what Candy didn’t believe was possible, she would find herself coming out on top and show this asshole - this incredibly sexy, irresistible asshole - who he was dealing with.

  Boys versus girls. No contest Mayweather; girls always win, you just don't know it yet.

  When they got to the door he seemed to have recovered himself and opened it for her.

  "Follow me." He said and then took her hand. Again it felt warm, protective and strong. That man was back again, the one who could protect her from anything, the one who was promising to give her and Nadia their old life back.

  Girls always win but this girl will follow you anywhere. She thought. It sounded ridiculous, so unlike her, but maybe she had been hiding her true self all these years. Maybe this was what she needed? An adversary, a protector, a man who could be a true match for her in every sense of the word.

  But it sounded so unlike her.

  Her relationships had never been like that. She had always been the boss with her geeky boyfriends, not the maiden being swept along by some powerful male.

  He led her up the stairs and into a large bedroom with soft lighting.

  "Shower's that way." He said. "You'll find everything you need in there."

  She looked up at him and then turned to go but held onto his hand a moment longer.

  "You'll pay for that too Ms. Falstaff." He said. "I promise you."

  "Worth every penny." She whispered and then fled to the bathroom leaving him speechless, hardly believing this new side to herself.

  She looked around the bathroom which was nearly as big as her entire living room at home. With the door closed behind her suddenly it felt like relief to be safe from the continuing demands of his presence.

  There was a lock on the door and she turned it before sinking down to the tiled floor and leaning her head into her hands.

  Crazy. This is all too crazy.

  She needed to talk to someone but there was no-one to call. She took her phone from her jeans and began scrolling down through her address book but all she could find were client names and estranged friends she had neglected over the years.

  Then the phone buzzed in her hand, making her start.

  It was Candy.

  They had exchanged numbers in order to make sure they could reach each other during the two days they had spent together, but she was no longer a part of Candy's brief. Ruben had explicitly told her he that he would 'handle' things with her from now on.

  She considered a moment, then took the call and covered the phone with her hand. She answered in a whisper, knowing that Candy was probably risking her job by making this call.

  "What do you want?" She said.

  Candy's normally in your face attitude faltered when she heard Suzy's voice.

  "I uh… just wanted to make sure that you were okay. I was worried about you after… after what all I told you earlier about Mr. Mayweather and his two buddies the Hargrave brothers."

  "Don’t worry, you gave me good advice. Really good."

  "I didn't give you any advice. I just told you he's got a thing for geeks, so don't blame me for anything stupid that you do with him."

  "I'm not. It's the quicksand thing. You were right, I just need to go along with him."

  "No. No you don't. Don’t let him bully you into anything. Look… I don't know why I'm doing this but if you need my help then just call me and… God damn it, I must be fucking crazy, but look, I'll come and get you out of there if you need me to. That bastard has no right to--."

  "Candy. Shut up, it's okay, I can handle it. Thanks, but…"Suzy appreciated the offer but what she really wanted was another voice, a female voice to help her decide what to do next, or just to talk things through at least, not this crazy macho attitude that Candy had. "Can you just listen to for a minute? Please?"

  "What is it Suzy? He's got you over a barrel, hasn't he? The bastard is good at that. One of the best."

  "He's… I don't know. I… can I… can I confide in you Candy? Can I trust you?"

  "I just risked the best job I've ever had in my life had by calling you. Of course you can trust me. What is it?"

  "I think he's setting me up here."

  "You 'think'? Jesus, they say book smarts don’t mean a damn on the street. Suzy, in case you doubted it for one second you are now on a one way ticket into that man's fucked up fantasy world so the sooner you say no to him the better."

  "What's he going to do to me?"

  "What do you think?"

  "Is he going to fuck me?"

  "That might be your fantasy, by it may not be his."

  "What else would he want me for?"

  "I told you, he's obsessed with girls like you, but there's something about you that's different. I think you might be close to what he's looking for. I've heard him talk this stuff over with Dale. Ruben's closer to him than he is with Clay, some weird thing that happened to them when they were kids. They call this bullshit of theirs 'catch and release', the sick bastards, but Ruben is always talking about the finding the perfect one. The one he can hold onto. The problem is, it's pretty tough for any living human woman to match up to this perverts twisted fantasy. If you want my advice then if I were you I'd either just fuck him right now, if that's what you want, and I'd understand it totally - I mean, the guy is hot - but if you're not into him then get the fuck out of there right now and don't look back. He won’t keep you. He's not like that."

  "If it we're that simple Candy…."

  "What's he got on you? Just tell me for Christ's sake."

  "It's big - really big - and if I leave before morning he'll turn me in."

  "Cops or Feds?"

  "Probably both. NSA as well."

  "Shit."

  "Yeah. Shit."

  Candy sighed deeply on the other end of the line.

  "So what are you going to do honey? What are you options here?"

  "I… I thought you could help me out with that."

  Candy sighed again.

  "Look, if it makes a difference to you, he probably isn't just out to screw you. The guy has beautiful women stalking him all the time, but the 'lucky' girls he's taken back to the Hamptons have never talked about having sex with him. That's the suspicious thing. None of them have ever talked. So I'm not entirely sure what the deal is. What I do know is that outside of his crazy sex life, he is a good man. Sexually, very messed up, relationships, even more messed up, but he's honest and he has a good heard. What's different about you is that normally he spends a long time getting to know his women so I don’t know what's so special about you. Looks like you're on the goddamn fast track to whatever it is he gets up to in that two hundred million dollar bachelor pad of his ."

  "Two hundred million dollars…. ?"

  "That's right honey. Don’t tell me that's not a headfuck."

  She looked around the vast bathroom and then pressed her mouth to the phone again.

  "He wants a single kiss from me. That's all. That and the rest of the night, here, together in his home. At six am I can leave with no strings attached, no questions asked."

  Candy didn’t say a word.

  "Candy? Are you still there?"

 
; "Sure, sure. That's just uh… about the craziest thing I've heard all year. All he wants is a kiss? Now he's a freaking, pervert-monogamy-one-kiss-only-romantic… " she searched for words, "king-of-the-hot-fucking-billionaire perverts all of a sudden?"

  The women lapsed into silence for a moment.

  Suzy ran her hand through her long dark hair.

  Candy crumpled the beer can she was holding in her left hand to mush.

  "So even you think he's hot?" Suzy asked.

  "Even me? What kind of question is that? Don’t answer that. Look, he may be out of my league but screw me if he ain't the hottest, sexiest animal in pants I've ever laid eyes on."

  "So would you do him? If you had to? If he had you over a barrel? Just one night only with no strings attached?"

  "Are you kidding me? I'd break his back and bust his balls over that barrel if he was ever stupid enough to get me there. But trust me, it ain't happening; I'm about as far from what he's into as a female baboon. A male one for that matter. If I wanted his ass I'd need to bind and gag the little fucker first."

  "So you think I should run from him like a scared rabbit, but if you had the chance you'd tie him to a barrel and then fuck him senseless?"

  "Hell yeah. I'm a no strings kind of gal at the best of times, but you? You're the intellectual, sensitive kind. The kind he likes. It won't work that way with you. He'll toss you aside and fuck you up forever. You don’t need that kind of pain. Not unless you can accept right now that it's just a thing, a game he plays to get his kicks. If you can do that then what you get is one hot night of screwing, or whatever it is exactly that he does up there, that'll be scorched into your memory like a third degree burn. After which you will never, ever again be able to contact the man who did it to you and he will always deny that it ever happened should you try and talk about it to the media gossip hounds. Do you think you can you handle that?"

  Suzy had to think. She had already more than half accepted that she was going to sleep with this man, but Candy was right, could she really just let it go after one night? That wasn't her style. Maybe she wasn't even capable of that.

  "I think what I'm feeling Candy… what I'm feeling for him is more than that."

  "Of course it is, but all he's feeling for you is his obsession with boning babes with brains."

  There was a bang on the door.

  "Ms. Falstaff, are you okay in there?"

  "I've got to go Candy. Look, just tell me, don’t think, what would you do?"

  "If I were you--"

  "No, what would you do?"

  "I'd make that fucker screw me before my time was up with him. And I mean all the way - no games. I wouldn't let that boy out of there with his drawers still on. Hell I'd make him screw me until his nuts shriveled up like two dried out meatballs "

  There was a silence before the two women descended into ridiculous giggles. Candy was kind of crazy but she had a knack for breaking tension with her crude, potty mouth.

  "Suzy, who are you talking to?"

  "Thanks Candy, okay, I think I feel better about this already, thanks for call - I owe you one."

  "Don’t sweat it Willamena Gates. And good luck. Don’t let him mess with that big egghead of yours. Remember who's using who in there and enjoy that smug, sexy little shit and his sweet ass while you have the chance. Peace out."

  Ruben was testing the doorknob and getting more insistent so Suzy stood up and unlocked the door.

  "What is it Mr. Mayweather?" She said, staring up at him with big eyes. Ruben faltered.

  "Oh… sorry. I heard you talking to someone and this is my evening. We had a deal and I expect you to honor it. Your time and your company is mine tonight you owe me those minutes spent on the phone."

  "I was talking about you with a friend."

  He drew back.

  "Which friend? Our time together is private. I assumed that was a given."

  "It's okay." She dropped her gaze again in the way she knew always got to him and then raised it again. "I've just been getting advice on how to be a good girl. How to be.. obedient."

  Ruben's heart rate quickened and he felt his cock stiffen at the words. She was playing him and he loved it. Other women had tried to do it before but it was either too tame or too brazen. Suzy was at just the right level of intelligent inexperience to make this the most exciting encounter by far that he had ever had.

  "Is that so. Well despite your clever excuse, you've still broken the spirit of what is a very simple agreement, and now I'm afraid you can’t be trusted. I can no longer leave you alone for any reason. Any reason whatsoever."

  "I need to shower now."

  "It's too late. I gave you time for that and you wasted it. Now I have something else for you to do."

  "Let me shower and I'll make it more interesting for you. I think you already know how good at that I am."

  Fuck. He thought, already more interested. I never have guessed.

  "I have no doubt about it Ms. Falstaff." The last time she said that she had conceded him a kiss. What would it be this time?

  "Here's the deal' I take my shower and take just as long as I like doing so and in return I will answer one single question of your choice with absolute honesty. Any question you want, about anything at all."

  "That's a deal." He said instantly. "Go take you're shower. I'll be waiting right here."

  She pushed the door closed and locked it. Her heart was pounding again, her palms moist but not as much as her pussy. The conversation with Candy had helped in one way, but in another it had only made her feel hotter than ever for the billionaire pacing up and down outside her door.

  She went to the shower, turned it on, stripped and then got inside. The water was a little too hot at first but with a small adjustment the temperature was perfect and she began to relax. The lotions and soaps seemed to only have exotic names and ingredients and all of them smelled intoxicatingly good. Their effect on her skin did anything but calm her down and by the time she was finished it was all she could do not to satisfy herself in the bathroom first before going outside to confront the coiled mass of male sexuality outside in the bedroom.

  Knowing that just a thin door separated her from Ruben was tantalizing in itself. He was right there. She pulled on a bathrobe, tied her hair up in a towel and looked at herself in the mirror. The bathrobe was thick and luxuriously soft, but very short.

  Screw it. She thought. You're mistake Mayweather. She took a deep breath, pulled the door open and stepped outside.

  Ruben was sitting in an armchair on the far side of the room, his hair slightly messed up and tousled as though he had been wrestling with an intractable problem.

  He watched her approach until she was right in front of him. She had intended to say something commanding, something provocative, but in the final moments words failed her. Her heart was beating too fast, her hands trembling too much. He was just too damn sexy sitting there in front of her, his world of luxury, his wealth and power surrounding her on all sides, his very human body aching, tired and hungry for some intimate pleasure that only she could give him, but which was still unknown to her.

  She went to step back but he put his hand to her hips and pulled her forwards so that her abdomen stopped just short of his lips. The effect was thrilling and she felt her back arch, her insides clench in response.

  "What do you want?" She whispered, her voice tremulous.

  "I want to kiss you, but I'm not going to." He drew his mouth back from her body.

  "Not yet." he looked up at her and the intensity of his eyes made her nipples harden almost painfully against the soft but tight bathrobe.

  She put her hands to his shoulders and pushed back from him.

  He released her but then gave an order in firm, desperate voice.

  "Get on the bed." He said, and without qualm, she obeyed.

  "Good girl." He said huskily.

  She positioned herself upright on the bed, the towel wrapped around her head teetering on her bound up hair.
She watched as he came nearer and then stood at the end of the bed staring down at her.

  "Now it's time." He said. "Time for you to honor your promises to me."

  Was his breath shaking? Suzy couldn’t quite tell. She knew hers was.

  "But first I need to make sure you're secure." He turned and went to a drawer where he found four lengths of crimson satin. The overtly sexual color alone made Suzy want to uncross and re-cross her legs.

  "I don't…" her voice was shaking, "I don’t do…"

  "It's okay." He said. "Just trust me. Be good and do what I say."

  "I don’t want to be tied up."

  "Who said anything about tying you up?"

  "You said I needed to be secure?"

  He laid the cloth strips on the bed.

  "I want you to feel secure. You can use them for whatever you want. They're there for you. Now lie down on the bed and try to relax. I'm about to ask you the question you promised me an honest answer to."

  "Why do I have to lie down?"

  "It's better that way. You'll relax and think more clearly."

  "I'm not so sure about that."

  "You promised me obedience Ms. Falstaff. What do I have to do to get you to honor your word? Your friend on that illicit telephone conversation, whoever she is, discussed with you how to be a good girl, now I expect you to comply or do you need me to teach you a lesson in how to behave?"

  She lay down flat on the bed and held her breath.

  Quicksand. She thought, but the image didn’t help her. Who's using who here? What would Candy do?

  Ruben sat down next to her and with one hand began drawing the towel away from her head. As her wet hair slowly spread out across the bed the feeling was unbelievably sensual.

  "Your hair is easily the most beautiful I've ever seen." He said quietly. "Clayton thinks Nadia Komerov is the most beautiful woman he's ever laid eyes on but he hasn't seen you yet."

  He rested his hand briefly on her forehead and then ran his fingers slowly through her hair.

  "Now you promised an honest answer Ms. Falstaff, so here is my question."

  He leaned in close to her and the light, teasing sensation of his breath on her ear sent tingles of anticipation all the way down her back, through her ass and into her thighs. She had never quite felt anything like it before. It was as though he had hypnotized her to respond to every word from his mouth, every breath and every touch he bestowed upon her.