The Billionaire’s Possession

by Penelope Hemlove

  The Billionaire’s Possession

  Penelope Hemlove

  Warning: This ebook contains very explicit sex including Bondage Sex, Lesbian sex, Oral Sex, Submissive Threesome and more. Only matture adults who won`t find graphic sexual content offensive should read this story. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Mrs. Angestro ran a white gloved finger over the bars of the cage. She frowned distastefully and wiped the grime off on her coat.

  The cage sat against the wall. It was about four feet wide by four feet tall. The bars were rusted and coated in dirt. The inside floor was covered in hay as if the cage had been used to imprison an animal.

  “This is where you’ll be staying,” she said with a grimace.

  Swell, I thought, my new home.

  It had all begun with an anonymous internet posting in a BDSM community board. The ad solicited the services of a young, healthy girl with sexual desires that leaned towards the unconventional.

  I was new to the world of BDSM and fetish sex, but I wanted to learn more. The ad promised handsome compensation- if you could satiate the anonymous solicitor’s appetites.

  I followed the ads instructions and emailed the poster with my stats and a brief bio. Almost immediately, I received a call.

  As I answered the phone, I noticed the caller ID said: unknown. Warning bells sounded in my head. The whole situation was bizarre. I considered ignoring the call and forgetting I’d see the ad, but curiosity got the better of me.

  To my surprise, I was greeted by the sound of a woman’s voice. I quickly tried to explain that I’d made a mistake. I meant no offence, but I was not into girls.

  The woman laughed. It was a shallow, humorless sound. She explained that she was merely a liaison. She was looking for a girl for a man she knew.

  “Oh,” I’d responded, not knowing what else to say.

  Why couldn’t this guy find a girl himself? Why did he need an assistant? Or as she put it a, ‘liaison.’ I agreed to meet her at a café. I thought it was wise to have our first meeting in public. When it comes to internet hookups, you can never be too safe. Then again, the danger is half the fun.

  The day was unseasonably warm. I’d dressed in a short-sleeved long black dress and boots. I was greeted by a woman in her late twenties or early thirties. She wore workout clothes; her hair pulled back in a ponytail. She looked as if she’d just come from a Pilates class.

  To say this was not what I was expecting is to put it mildly. When I think about BDSM, I think about latex and bondage; dimly lit rooms full of torture devices. This woman looked like she belonged to a country club.

  “You’re much prettier than I imagined,” she said by way of greeting.

  Ignoring her, I stuck out my hand.

  “I’m Laur-”

  “No!”

  The woman waved her hands in the air and looked around to see if anyone was listening.

  “I don’t want to know your name,” she said.

  “Okay…”

  “Just call me, Mrs. Angestro. I’ll call you… Esther.”

  “Why Esther?”

  “Your dark hair reminds me of- never mind. I just think Esther suits you. Let’s get down to it, shall we?”

  I sat and listened to the details of Mrs. Angestro. For a man with unique sexual interests, she was looking for a girl. He liked domination, as she put it, and other' stuff.' I could tell her that this was a foreign land. She kept looking nervously around and talking circularly about the sexual encounters. As if we were kids, she would use ridiculous euphemisms.

  I haven't protested. In truth, the more intrigued I was the longer she spoke. She promised that the money would be more than enough to meet my needs. And what do you think my needs are exactly? I was asking, but I was biting my tongue.

  "Oh, there's another adorable detail," she said.

  "You're going to stay in the house... in a cage." She looked closely at me, waiting for me to react. I kept a stony face, but if I said I wasn't surprised, I would be lying.

  "I know," I said, trying to make a professional sound. "This client you represent seems to want to dominate a woman completely-keep her in captivity, use her for sex, BDS-" "Yes, yes, that's the gist of it." She nervously drank her tea. Her eyes wandered around to make sure no one looked.

  I was smiling. It was a strange situation, but I felt strangely safe. Clearly, Mrs. Angestro was over her head.

  I'd be locked in a cage from what I collected, but we'd use a safe word. It would all be consensual. If I was uncomfortable, I could leave. Mrs. Angestro explained this breathlessly as if she hoped that her offer would be declined.

  With this arrangement, I could say she was less than happy. I wondered what her mysterious client's connection was.

  "All right," I said impulsively. "When am I going to begin?"Now." Mrs. Angestro made me wear a blindfold as she ran around me in circles for an hour before we finally got to the house. To keep her identity secret, she went to ridiculous lengths. I understood why after taking a look at home. It was a manor house sitting on acres of land in the hills. This man was extraordinarily wealthy if his home was any indication.

  "Shall we?"She's been saying.

  She took me through the kitchen to a side entrance and took me straight to the basement. I was thinking so much for a tour.

  She put on a pair of white gloves when we entered the basement. It was making me nervous.

  "What are those you need for?"I asked.

  "This place is filthy," she said, as if it had ever been the most evident thing.

  As we entered the basement, I stepped aside and let her walk in front of me. I didn't want to get trapped if things went wrong.

  Ms. O walked directly into the cage. With disgust, her pristine white gloves passed through the bars.

  "You're going to stay here." "Should you agree," said the voice of a man.

  Mrs. Angestro and I jumped together. A man stood watching us in the shadows.

  "You frightened me with the shit!"Ms. O shrieked. "It gives me the creeps this place. You two have it. "She threw her hands in the air and ran up the stairs practically. She shut the door behind her, a gesture that I didn't appreciate. This man I didn't know. He might be dangerous and I still hadn't agreed to this arrangement.

  The first thing I noticed was his eyes as he stepped into the light. They were a deep green that seemed to glow like some inner light possessed. Without a tie, he was wearing a suit. Unbuttoned, the jacket revealed a tight white dress shirt below. Even in the poorly lit basement, I could see his muscular physique. The man was powerful. If that was his intention, he would have no trouble overpowering me. He put in his pockets his hands.

  "I'm sorry for her," said the man.

  With a hint of an accent I couldn't place, his voice was deep.

  "It's my name," "Oh!"I've said that. "We should not use names. You should call me,' Esther.' "laughed the man. "Yes, I have forgotten that. What was she saying to call her?" "Mrs. Angestro. The man was laughing. It's been a deep, rich sound echoing through the room. I wasn't able to help joining him.

  "Well, let's not worry about names for now, whether real or fake." I nodded, suddenly feeling at ease. This man was an impressive figure, but he wasn't as dangerous to me. It seemed that when it came to sex, he only had a darker taste.

  I was watching him shift from foot to foot. He looked nervouser than I felt. I was watching the cage. It's been small, dirty, ugly. I was looking back at that man. He ran over his face with a hand.


  I hadn't noticed at first glance how beautiful he was. He had a strong jaw, high cheekbones, and a slight stubble.

  I backed the cage up. I grabbed my hands with the rough, cold bars. Then it happened something unexpected. I began to feel excited. A slight dull ache grew between my legs, threatening to overtake me. I admit that my BDSM experience was limited. My experience with captivity, slavery, was non-existent whatever you want to call it. And I've been turned on yet.

  I made a decision that was rash. I'd agree with this offer, but only if we could start right away. I was worried I'd talk to myself about it if we waited.

  "My safe word is Magenta," I said, in agreement with the offer.

  The man looked embarrassed. I didn't bother explaining my immediate willingness to begin. I've been too lost in the moment's excitement.

  I kicked my boots off and turned. I slowly unpacked my dress and dropped it to the floor around me. I didn't wear any undergarments. To make sure I had his attention, I looked over my shoulder.

  He stoically watched me. His face was a gravity mask. He gave no indication if he was turned on or repulsed by my body. The man had been a mystery. I was a little disappointed. I didn't expect him to begin salivating over me, but it would have been nice to see some indication of his attraction.

  "Go back," he said. "Face to the front. Don't look at me. "Obediently, I snapped around my head and trained my gaze in front of me on the wall. His footsteps echoed through the room as he slowly approached me from behind. I was watching his shadow grow high in front of me on the wall. In its darkness, it swallowed my slight frame.

  It caught my breath in my throat. I could feel him just inches behind me. He pushed my hair across my shoulder and then ran down my neck with a hand. First, around my neck, his hand closed, then loosened. I was able to feel his uncertainty. I wasn't sure if his hesitation was because it was our first time together or because it was his first BDSM experience. Maybe he was just so excited that he couldn't decide where to start?

  He brushed my soft skin with his fingertips, trailing down my back. At his delicate touch, I flinched. My neck's hair stood at the end. It'd be the last gentle caress I feel this evening.

  He put his hand on my little back and dragged me to the cage. He viciously grabbed my hair, pulling me against him first, then away.

  He bent me at last over the top of the cage. He was rubbing against me. Through his pants I could feel his cock, dense and difficult. It was throbbing, wanting to feel inside me.

  A sluggish pain threatened to overwhelm me between my legs. I bit my lip hard, preferring pain to the maddening urge that passed through me. He unlocked the cage in one quick move and forced me to knee down.

  I opened my mouth, waiting for him to push his cock through my lips. My thought produced water for my mouth. I wanted to suck him quickly and difficult; I wanted to see him shake with lust; I wanted to hear him call for mercy; I wanted to feel the orgasm taking over his body.

  When men let them wrap their lips around their cocks, they never know the authority they give a lady. They think they're in control, but they don't have any clue.

  I was moist with the idea.

  I didn't have to enjoy it for long, unfortunately. The guy grabbed me with my hair, pushing me into the cage.

  I confess I've been removed from the guard. Before the captivity portion started, I would have anticipated some roughhousing. I believed he might tie me, whip me, spank me, fuck me hard, and so on. I felt somewhat disappointed. Nevertheless, I was a quick study and a participant prepared, willing and eager.

  The guy closed the door of the cage and padlocked it. He stood up in my new home to get a better look at me.

  "Please," I said fearfully, "let me out. I promise that I'm going to be nice. I'm going to do anything you want. Anyway, you can use me. I can play nice, or if that's what you want, I can play rough. Please!"The dialog was a little cliché, but I believed I got the lines right. I even compelled my body to shake like I was scared.

  The guy stood before me, his arms crossed his chest, a smug smile on his face. The guy I'd caught a glimpse of earlier had gone somewhat nervous, eager. There was a guy in his location who was somehow darker and more confident.

  Had he played with me before? Was he attempting to attract me into a sense of self-indulgence? Did he want me to believe that when I was in real risk, I was secure with him? Or was the act of the predator standing before me?

  I felt a little bit worried about my stomach. I would have achieved an extremely dumb thing by not only permitting the lady to blindfold me, but refusing to give me her true names. I would also have forgotten to inform anyone that I would meet a stranger. Nobody would understand if this guy decided to kidnap me.

  I swallowed hard, pushing my mind out of my head. My worry was premature. This guy might be more experienced than I was crediting him for. He was simply invested in the act if that was the case.

  If I used the secure word now, I would blow the opportunity, not to mention the cash, at a fun night with a bit of risk.

  I felt the melting of my anxiety. In its location, I started to slowly return to my willingness to be taken and punished by the person.

  I grabbed the cage bars and pushed my front against them. The metal was rougher than I was thinking. I could feel the rust between my fingers fluttering. By the time the night was over, I would be filthy. I was smiling at the idea. I had to suppress it rapidly and re-enter the personality.

  "I was bad, wasn't I?"I said barely a whisper to my voice. "I'm worthy of punishment. Are you going to punish me? Not too difficult, I hope. "I pushed the cage against my breasts. I was shivered by the cold metal. The guy has never responded. He just turned, went up the stairs, and left behind him, closing the door.

  I was locked in my cage in the dimly lit cellar. How did I use my safe word with the guy gone? The guy would surely come back. Wouldn't he?

  "Hey!"I've been shouting. "I want to speak to you." On the ground above me, I could hear footsteps. It sounded like there were two individuals walking around. Then I heard the voice of a man other than the man who locked me in the cage.

  "What... if I have to..." the voices were silenced, but the tone was less than pleasant.

  "Hey!"When I cried again, I remembered my safe word. "Mag-" the mid-word I stopped. My attention was drawn by a red light in the corner of the room. I was squinting and trying to get closer.

  It's been a camera.

  I started laughing. He watched and listened from somewhere upstairs, of course. All I had to do was say the secure word, and he'd come down and set me free. The fun is over and I'm going to leave empty handed.

  The voices above me came to a halt. In opposite directions, I heard footsteps move. One of them seemed to leave the room, the other just moved above me. Was that my captor? Has he enjoyed standing above me? I could only imagine how difficult it made him know that in his cellar he had a girl caged, ready to satisfy his sexual dreams.

  And I had the authority to put an end to everything. I was able to offer him enjoyment or whimsically take it back. Consent provides the submissive authority, this is something that few individuals comprehend.

  I wanted to please him, but I also liked setting the limits with the energy that arrived.

  It was virgin land for me to be abducted and kept captive, even if it was just pretending. I was enthusiastic about it. For the second, he would have worried me a little, but I started to comprehend his game.

  Or at least I was thinking.

  I shifted to the side of the cage, providing a better perspective of the camera. I pushed my breasts and spread my legs against the bars. I wanted the camera to see my vagina in complete.

  "Someone, please! This guy... "I was screaming. It took me! Help me, please somebody!"Until my fingers were red with rust, I pounded on the bars. Then I hung my head down, defeated, leaning against the cage. As if I were attempting to conceal my tears, I brought my hands to my face. I truly tried to hide my laughter. I didn't want him
to see or hear the threat of flight from deep within me. I enjoyed that much too much.

  When the basement door opened, I was about to begin another round of terrible pleading.

  Well, I believed that was fast. I thought he was going to maintain me here all night before coming in for a fucking early morning. I think he would have had enough to watch me on a monitor.

  As the footsteps approached, I was like a frightened animal back in the corner.

  "Please," I said, ready in his dark fantasy to play my role.

  I kicked my filthy pen on the ground and clawed on the wall.

  "I'm not going to do that," I said. "Whatever sick thing you want me to be perverted, you can't-" I stopped suddenly. The cage was approached by a tall man with dark hair, blue eyes and a medium construction. Who's that been? Did I have to serve two people? It wasn't part of the original deal, but I didn't complain after getting a look at the fresh man. He had high cheekbones, a square jaw, and arms with muscles. His hair was dark, with a slight curl to the ends almost black; his eyes were an unnaturally profound blue.

  "I..." I started again and stopped without speaking.

  Normally I wasn't nervous about males, but at his sight I would have turned into an inexperienced adolescent girl. What's been wrong with me? The response was clear: the first guy was beautiful, he was an Adonis.

  The guy squatted and pulled on the padlock in front of the cage. He struck the bars with his fist and sighed frustrated when it didn't come loose.

  "I'm sorry," he said, leaning his hands to show that he didn't mean any damage.

  Was this match component? Or was he real? He sounded truthful. I wasn't sure how to answer. His eyes dropped over my body and then looked embarrassed rapidly away. Something in his gaze made me aware of myself. It was like looking at me, body and soul, faults and everything. Whereas the other person just saw an object of sex.

  In a vain attempt to cover up, I threw my arm across my breasts. I was shy by his embarrassment.