Under the Billionaire's Shelter: Billionaire and Single Mom Romance Collection With New Novel Included (Under Him Book 5)

by Jamie Knight

  I didn't go all the way to the coast. I didn't want to leave Morgan alone in the house for that long. She did not know where all the cameras were and she could well get lost.

  The bathroom was close enough to the master bedroom that it shouldn't be a problem, but it wasn't a good idea for her to go wandering. I did that once when the house was first built and it took me two days to find my way back. I was honestly surprised at how comfortable stairs could be if I laid on them right.

  She did know how to get to the wing of the mansion that her daughter and best friend were staying in, so I figured I’d give her enough time to get there and have a nice visit and get back, but that would be it. I didn’t want to take my chances with her wandering around unnecessarily after that and getting lost.

  I could hear the ocean crashing on the rocks in the far distance. A moss-covered log made a fine place to sit and take in the tranquility. What better place to plot a plan of action.

  The bastards had gone too far and besmirched the name of the woman I loved. I didn't usually go in for such notions of duty and vengeance, but some things went deeper. It wasn't about vengeance, which the monotheist God had already claimed anyway. The full biblical passage was ‘vengeance is mine, for me to repay, saith the Lord.’ It had gone past personal revenge. It was a matter of justice.

  Sure, I could have called up the highest priced lawyers in the land and completely destroyed the studio with a slander lawsuit, but there were lots of people who worked here who had nothing to do with it. Besides which, where was the fun in that? I would have to figure out some other way to deal with it.

  After a very long walk and some time spent sitting under a tree and mulling things over, I checked in on Morgan upon my return to the house. Sure enough, she was tucked up in the bed, snoozing away.

  I had called it right. She'd had an exhausting night and needed some sleep after visiting her daughter. I might wake her up later for more fun, but right then, I had business to attend to.

  I had the number memorized. Of course I did. I didn't undertake an endeavor without a proper date to hand.

  The receptionist came up on the video-call looking a bit surprised to see me. But to be fair, I was wearing a tank top due to my trip to the woods. My heavily decorated arms were covered in small, bleeding scratches from the thick trees. I didn't even feel it anymore.

  “M-Mr. Leary.”

  “Pam,” I said, with a nod.

  “What can I do for you? It is pretty late.”

  “And yet, there you are, still working away.”

  “Well, yeah. Mr. Murdoch insists. I don't go home until he does.”

  “When does he go home?” I asked.

  “Oh, eleven or midnight. It's really not all bad. The babysitter is making a mint, so she's happy.”

  “How is little Lola?” I asked.

  “Great. As far as I can tell. I honestly don't see her often.”

  Good. Another reason to take the bastards down.

  “Would you happen to know who the show runner is on my show? It seems to have changed.”

  “Um, yes, there was a bit of a coup a while ago. The show-runner is now Pat Bateman.”

  The toe-rag. Perfect. It couldn't have been better if I had written the script myself. This really was going to be fun.

  It took ten rings. Of course he didn't pick up right away. Even if he was sitting right there. He was important, dammit!

  Finally, his eminently punchable face came on the screen. I had already taken off my tank top and greatly enjoyed his look of surprise and fear when he saw me sitting there shirtless, fleeting as it may have been.

  “What the fuck do you want?” he demanded.

  “Now, now. Is that anyway to talk to a shareholder, let alone the star of one of your anticipated new shows? I must say, the preview ratings are quite impressive. No matter how the critics react, the audience is going to love it. That's what's most important, right? Lots and lots of money.”

  “What are you-”

  “Even if one has to blatantly lie about innocent people and weave a false narrative, the audience will like it more than the boring old truth.”

  “You saw the promo,” Bateman said, his expression falling just a bit.

  “Yes, I did.”

  “We did what we had to do! It's called capitalism, lib-tard,” he shouted, returned to full bluster.

  “No, it is corporate malpractice and slander, both of which are quite illegal.”

  “What are you going to do? Sue us? Bring it on, asshole!”

  The call dropped. Bateman clearly had terminated it, certain that he had won. Poor kid. He would have no idea what hit him.

  “Wilson,” spoke my seldom-seen assistant, picking up on the first ring.

  “Wilson, it's Leary here. Refresh my memory. How many shares are currently being sold for Murdoch Studios?”

  “27%, Sir,” Wilson said after some typing.

  “Very good. I want you to buy them.”

  “All of them?”

  “All of them. No matter what the cost,” I confirmed.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “And then I want you to fire a junior partner named Pat Bateman. No severance. No reference. Blacklisted from Murdoch Studios and every other outlet owned by Leary Media or in which I have a controlling interest. Total scorched earth.”

  “Very good. Any ideas for a replacement, sir?”

  “Sara Adams. She is a production assistant right now. I want her proposed to JP and made showrunner on my show.”

  “Right away, Sir.”

  “Thank you, Wilson.”

  I hung up the phone and placed it back on the desk. I felt like celebrating.

  Morgan stirred slightly as I got under the duvet. Also relieved of all my clothes, our bodies pressed together.

  “Master?”

  “Hush, my pet. Just relax.”

  “Yes, Master,” she murmured, gasping softly as I cupped my hand between her thighs.

  Spreading her cheeks, I worked her little asshole with my fingers. Before long it was open enough to be fucked. The nail training of the past few days was working out really well. I wanted to try it without lube, just with my saliva. If she cried, I would stop.

  She didn't cry. She just moaned as I eased the head of my cock inside her. Giving her a moment to prepare herself, I pushed in more, getting nearly half the length of my cock inside her.

  “That's my good little pet,” I said, kissing her softly on the back of her neck.

  She moaned in reply and I started rocking my hips, working my cock in and out of her sweet little hole. I held her close as I fucked her.

  Wetting the fingers of one hand and keeping the other arm warmly around her petite frame, I reached down between her thighs again. I caressed the outside of her delicate pussy as I worked my cock deep inside her asshole, giving her the best of both worlds.

  Slipping two fingers inside her, I angled so I would hit her clit and g-spot at the same time. I fingered her while we ass fucked, working up a good, synchronized rhythm between my cock and my fingers. Morgan nearly passed out from the intense orgasm.

  I held her and kissed her as she recovered, my cock still deep in her ass. I moved to pull it out, but she grabbed it by the base, keeping it right where it was.

  “Are you sure, Pet?”

  “Yes, please, Master.”

  “As you wish.”

  Leaving my huge cock deep inside her sweet ass, we spooned in the soft blue light until sleep overtook us.

  Chapter Fifteen - Morgan

  I was alone in the bed. The automatic blinds had done their work and filtered white sunlight streaming in through the massive windows, allowing a generous view of the forest and the coast.

  Adam had pulled out of me at some point and my ass had recovered quite admirably after the session the night before. I really hadn't known if he was done with me. He said to rest, but that could have meant one of two pretty different things. Rest for health and sharpness, or rest up f
or more later.

  To be honest, I wasn't convinced that Adam knew exactly which one he had meant either. Either way, it had been lovely. A lot gentler than he usually was. Except that time that I could tell that it wasn't because he was holding back. He had gone hard on me and could again. At that moment, he was feeling tender, which came as no real surprise. I had figured out a while ago that the body of Adam Leary contained multitudes.

  I was glad I had gotten to see my girl. She and Astrid were having fun, and they both loved the pony. They showed me some paintings they had made together, and we played with Freya’s dollhouse for a while before I had headed back, uncertain of when Adam would return and wanting to make sure I would be there. But I was so exhausted I fell asleep before he arrived.

  Now, there was an outfit hanging on the door handle. It was similar to what he'd had me wear to take me into the cave. An odd choice after such intimacy, but I wasn't about to judge. Putting the clothes on, I went to look for Adam. I wagered I would most likely find him in the kitchen. My powers of deduction were never something to sneeze at.

  I could smell it before I arrived. Blueberry crepes. My favorite when I was a kid. How Adam knew this neither surprised nor frightened me. There was no telling what my master was going to do. Humming, for example.

  To look at him, most would not think that he was the type to move about the kitchen, with the combined grace of a figure skater and a ballerina, humming “On My Own.” Yet the evidence was before me.

  Not having orders from my master, I stood in the doorway with my chest out, back straight, hands behind my back, and waited for him to acknowledge me.

  “Oh, hello, Pet. Take a seat.”

  At his word I sat at the table. My chair was already pulled out for me and my place was set aside from the plate.

  “Good of you to wear clothes.”

  I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not. I didn't think so, but it was best to just stay quiet and let the comment go. Adam knew what he meant and that was good enough for me. I was trying not to get too attached emotionally. The sex was amazing, and I really felt a connection to him, but what kind of future did we really have?

  We met, after all, when I applied for a reality show. I was chosen, yes, and things had been great, but the clock was literally ticking. The contract I signed and the oath I swore while being collared had no time stipulation.

  It could all be over when the show ended. I wasn't sure I could take it if I got too close and it was over. I was going to just enjoy it while I could and keep my focus on what was more permanent.

  On that note, now that I had visited Freya, I felt I needed to see her again. She had smiled a lot but had hung back a bit when it was time to hug me goodbye. I wanted to reassure her that I was still close by and hadn’t forgotten about her.

  “Master?” I asked, staring deeply into my crepe.

  “Yes, my pet?”

  “Can I have the day off? Not the whole day really, just part of it. I promise I'll be back before dark. There's something I have to do.”

  “I know.”

  “You do, Master?”

  “That's why I gave you those clothes, so you two could play in the woods or at the stables if you’d like. I'll keep the show producers occupied.”

  “Thank you. How did you know?”

  “I was raised by a single mom too.”

  I tried to keep the tears at bay. The long halls of the mansion were hard enough to get through without the complication of blurred vision. I just couldn't help it. I was so happy. I was also touched that Adam had been so understanding. He clearly saw me as much more than just a fuck toy.

  I knew they’d be at the horse pasture. The fence was low and easily jumped. It was probably there for show as much as anything else. Standing on the stoop at the back door of the ranch that housed the stall, I tried to keep myself together.

  With a deep, calming breath, I raised my fist and knocked on the door. It took a while for there to be a response, but when there was, the door creaked open like a haunted house. It was my turn to treat Astrid to an attack hug. If she was surprised to see me so soon after she just had, she did a very good job of hiding it.

  “What's up, sugar plum?” she asked.

  “I got the afternoon off.”

  “How'd you swing that?”

  “There was no swinging. Well, other than what Adam and I were engaged in last night, ha. But, really, I just asked. He actually seemed to already know that I would want to see you guys again already. He gave me these clothes to wear so we could play.”

  “How did he know?”

  “Didn't say, really. Just said he was raised by a single mom too. Speaking of which, where is my little peanut?”

  “Riding the pony. You should see how good she is. These pastures are beautiful.”

  “Amazing, right? I'm not surprised. It's beautiful over where we are, too. I'm actually almost afraid to explore too much. I might get lost."

  “Not much different over here, sugar plum. We mostly stick to the first two floors. It's like an Escher painting if you get too deep.”

  We walked back out to where Freya was riding the pony, with the help of a stable hand. She excited waved at me and I was afraid she would fall off but she kept her balance perfectly.

  “Good job, Freya!” I yelled out at her.

  After a few more rounds, she dismounted and came running over to me, practically squealing. I was so glad I could see her again as she wrapped her arms around my legs.

  “Mommy, you saw me riding!” she exclaimed.

  “I sure did! Should we go inside now?” I asked, because the sun was hot as it shone down on us.

  “Sure, why not?” Astrid said.

  I could smell the cookies as soon as I crossed the threshold. White chocolate macadamia nut.

  “Coooo-kies!” I said, and Freya squealed.

  “Yes, we even have our own personal chef.”

  “May I join you?” I requested.

  “My goodness, he has certainly improved your manners,” Astrid said, retreating to the kitchen to get the cookies.

  Astrid came back moments later conveying a tray similar to that on which Adam had first brought me breakfast, loaded with a mega-sized plate of cookies and three glasses of lovely milk.

  “Yum!” Freya shouted with pure, unbridled joy, as we dug in.

  “You really are the best,” I told her, unable to hold back my emotions.

  I scooped her into my arms and held her close. The tears were already starting to roll down my cheeks.

  “Mama sad?”

  “No, baby, Mama's happy. Very, very, happy.”

  It felt like old times. I hadn’t even realized how much I had missed it, since I had been so distracted by Adam. The three of us sat on the floor around milk and cookies. There were even baby sized versions of both the cookies and milk glass for Freya.

  Astrid and I both agreed it was important to instill independence in her. Astrid had been there when Freya was born and supported me as much as she could when no one else would, so I figured she had a say in the matter.

  “So, how's life in the Master Wing of the Mansion?” Astrid asked between dunks.

  “Incredible. I'm trying not to get too attached, though. Emotionally, I mean.”

  “He's nice?”

  “He's wonderful,” I said, getting dreamy at the very thought of my sweet master.

  “What about the–”

  Astrid gave herself a couple of quick, gentle spanks on her perfect ass that I used to envy.

  “Really good, actually. I wasn't white sure what to expect, but it feels amazing.”

  “Doesn't it hurt?”

  “Not really, no. There's a weird sort of blending or balance," I said, trying not to use any words I didn't want Freya to understand or repeat.

  “Did he give you that, too?” Astrid asked, referring to my collar.

  “Yeah, there was a whole ceremony thing. Very solemn and serious. At least it seemed so at the ti
me. He said the stone was a black onyx.”

  “Good for balance,” Astrid said.

  “Yeah, how did you know that?”

  “Did a lot of reading when I broke away. I mean, you know I still go visit them on occasion, but once I got out from under my parents’ thrall, I had a driving need to find out about all I had been missing because they thought it was 'evil.' Funny how that word can be applied to anything you don't like.”

  “Particularly if you are in a position of social authority. According to my dad, that's why most people in government wanted to be there. Because if the government did something they didn’t like, they could just make up a law against it. The Brits even managed to ban rock music from the radio for a spell. Then everyone realized how insanely draconian that was and the law went away."

  “Guess it goes both ways,” Astrid said.

  I couldn't argue with her. My mind wandered back to my sticky situation with Adam and our arrangement. I wanted so much for it to last forever, but knew it couldn't. Not in the world we lived in.

  “Dragon-on-ian,” Fryea said, picking up on a new theme.

  It really was random, the words she would catch onto.

  “Don’t talk with your mouth full, baby,” I said.

  “Thowy, Mama,” Freya said.

  “It’s okay, baby,” I said.

  I kissed her on the forehead and gave her a hug, making her giggle. It seemed like the happiest sound I had ever heard. I wondered if I had made a mistake going there. I would just have to leave again and Freya would have to get used to me being gone all over again. It wasn’t like I could continue coming back every day.

  I just needed to see her so badly again because I didn’t feel I had spent enough time with her yesterday. If there was a way for me to be with Adam and have Freya with me, it would be perfect, but I doubted even he could come up with a plan to make that happen. Brilliant as he might be.