In Service To The Billionaire (12 page)

Instead, though, she said, “I need the rest of the day to go attend to Elle...but after that, Sir, I would like to be with you, if you’d allow.”

He kissed her again. “Of course.”

Rolling out of bed, he rummaged through his pants and found his wallet.

“Take this,” he said, handing her a black card with a series of white vertical stripes on it. “It will let you in my condo. I expect you to be prepared.”

“Thank you,” she said, meaning it.

It must have taken a lot for him to trust her enough to enter his condo whenever she wanted. And Sand, she knew from his ridiculously long to-call list, was not a man who delivered his attention lightly.

“I also want you to take this.”

She saw the sparkling rectangle in his hands, not quite believing. It was a platinum diamond credit card. Before two seconds ago, she had no idea such a thing even existed.

“This is yours, now. I want you dressing...nice, from now on.”

“Nice?” She drew her legs up underneath her, tossing her hair back and posing a bit. “I don't look nice already?”

He stood up tall—dwarfing her physically. She loved that: his chiseled size, his fierce physicality.

“You look very nice.” He scratched his chin, admiring her naked body on the bed. “Imagine yourself as my personal whore. I own you, I own your body. If you want me to use it, then you should decorate it appropriately.”

Now
that
was an exciting thought.

* * * * *

Elle was conscious when Sophia arrived in her room, holding a small bouquet of flowers she picked up at the small grocery store next to where she parked, across the street from the hospital.

“Hey, friend,” said Elle.

Her voice was groggy, but her eyes seemed alert. Already, more of the bandages had been taken off from her face and body—revealing sharp red and purple bruises in long patches on her skin. But, Sophia supposed less bandages was better.

“Hey! You’re awake!”

Sophia leaned in for a hug, and then remembered to take it easy. She kissed Elle on her cheek—the one that was still unbandaged.

“I thought they said you’d be out for another couple of days, at least!”

“Well,” Elle shrugged, and then winced a bit at the movement. “What can I say? I’m tough.”

“You totally are.”

Sophia put the flowers on the stand next to Elle's bed. They were a spring mixture of white and pink daisies, and light violet irises.

“I got these for you.”

Elle smiled. “They're lovely. Thank you.”

Sophia took a seat next to the bed. “How are you feeling?”

“Oh, I'm okay. I've got the television,” she pointed at the set posted in the top corner of the room, “so I do okay.”

“Good. Can I get you anything?”

Elle shook her head, slowly. “No, I don't think so.”

“Some crosswords or something?” Elle was a notoriously ferocious cruciverbalist, odd definitions and random trivia always popping up in the middle of her conversations. Sophia snapped her fingers. “I should have brought some already. They even had a few books at the store. I can't believe I forgot. I'll tell you what—”

“—Sophia.” Elle held up a hand. “It's fine, seriously.” She pointed at the chair next to Sophia. “I've got the newspaper and everything. That's enough. To tell you the truth, I'm not in the mood for any super-verbage right now.”

Sophia laughed a bit. “Right. I'm sorry.”

“No, thank you. Thank you for everything. The nurses keep telling me all about this valiant friend who sped down here and threatened to cut someone’s head off if she didn’t get to see me.”

Sophia laughed, blushing. “I didn’t threaten to cut anyone’s head off.”

Elle's smile only grew. “They told me that you were going to cut all the heads off you could see and then try and sell them on the black market. You were setting up some weird organ transplant organization or something.”

“Is that what they told you?”

“They told me about the head cutting,” Elle teased. “I put the rest together myself.”

Laughing, Sophia looked at the assortment of bags and tubes attached to Elle.

“Are you on morphine?”

Elle giggled. “A little bit.”

They both laughed some more.

“I guess,” Elle said, calming down, “I guess you called my parents?”

Sighing, Sophia frowned and pushed back in the seat. “Yeah.”

For a moment, somehow, Elle became even smaller within the confines of her bed. “Are they coming?”

Sophia reached forward and held Elle's hand. “I don't know, babe. I'm sorry.”

They were each quiet for a time. God, Sophia just felt so bad for Elle—her own family, practically disowning her because
sometimes
she liked girls as well as boys! It was insane to Sophia, to just write off someone's whole life because of that.

Desperate to change the subject, Sophia decided to bring up the issues at hand in her own life. Maybe Elle could give her some advice? Certainly she had a nice lens on alternative lifestyles with as involved as she was with the LGBT community.

“Can I tell you something?”

Elle made a face. “Of course you can. What is it?”

Sophia took a breath. “I found a guy. A man. He’s...he’s really great. He’s what I wanted.”

“Like, what you wanted, as in, a dominant guy?”

Sophia smiled happily. “Yep.”

“I was wondering about why you weren't answering my text. Have you slept with him already?”

Sheepish, Sophia nodded again.

“Did you sleep with him last night?”

Sheepish again, Sophia shrugged and nodded.

“With your best friend in the hospital.” Elle tsked. “That’s low.”

Sophia’s head fell.

“I was kidding! Gosh.”

“No, it’s not that. It’s just that...I don’t know. I feel like a terrible person, doing this to Todd.”

Elle's eye roll was practically a force of nature in the small room—Sophia could have sworn there was a wind produced by it.

“Don’t
worry
about him, I keep telling you. He's a dick, he
hurt
you. Plus you guys said no questions asked, right? You think he's not knees-deep in European pussy?”

Truth be told, Sophia hadn't thought about it that much. “I don't know.”

“
I
do. Knees-deep, I'm telling you. Don't worry about him. You focus on you, now. What's he like? How'd you meet him?”

Slightly embarrassed with the whole tale—mostly due to the outrageous good fortune that she had been gifted with over the past week or so—Sophia blushed and started to dish about Sand to her friend.

* * * * *

After meeting with Elle, Sophia spent the rest of the entire day shopping. Elle encouraged this.

“He'll be insulted if you
don't
spend his money, god. It would be like not reading a story that a writer gives you. You can't just let it be hanging around. Wealth is how men like him express himself.”

Sophia wanted to believe she was right. And so, she let the endorphin high of mass-spending camouflage and deflect any doubts that were creeping up around her belly.

A card with no limit, on someone else’s dime! It was like a dream. All of this was a dream.

She went to the high class shopping district deep downtown and visited the Hanger, Le Shoppe, Numan-Mason’s, all the most premium shops in town. Her spending seemed to know no bounds—she bought silk dresses, hot evening gowns, sexy skirts, cute tops, designer shoes, incredibly-designed boots, and of course, expensive lingerie.

Deep in the afternoon, a bit tired out and ready to go home, she stopped in front of a rack of fur coats in the middle of Le Shoppe. One in particular stood out to her—a black sable jacket with a short hood.

Curious, she took a look at the price tag—and her green eyes went wide. Heart fluttering, she stepped back from the coat like it was filled with rattlesnakes.

Twenty. Thousand. Dollars.

And she
could
afford it.

Or, Sand could. He probably made that much every hour, if not more.

Of course, there was the whole moral concern to think of when buying a fur. Sophia, before, had never really considered such a purchase worthy of her.

But...a naughtier side of her, a darker side, couldn't help but want it now. She stepped back forward and caressed the soft sleeves of the material. To take something that expensive—twenty thousand dollars, for goodness' sake—and to have it for her own in a heartbeat. That much money would pay for her rent for more than two years!

The more she thought about it and held the incredibly soft material, the more that her choice in the matter completely eroded. She had to buy it. God, she would soo hot. Just for him. Just for her Master.

* * * * *

A little after eight at night,  Sand arrived home.

“Hello?” he called out. “If you’re here, let me know. I have no way of knowing.”

She heard his steps creaking along the wooden floors as he approached.

The lamp was next to her on the enormous luxury couch—she flipped it on, revealing her body underneath the light.

She was dressed in forest green silk lingerie—long silky stockings floated up to her thighs, attached with sparkling, jewel-encrusted garters. Her sheer g-string panties covered her shaved pussy only in theory. The amazing, delicate lace of her bra lifted her tits up and together, putting all of her hot body on display.

And in the cold of the immense condo, she kept herself warm by wearing her new, thick fur coat, its hood wrapped on top of her sexy mass of obsidian hair. Her shoes—light green leather and sporting ridiculous five-inch platform heels—extended the reach of her hot, lithe legs.

Of course, her shiny, hot collar was around her neck—she wouldn't dare be inside his home without it.

She had used one hand to turn on the lamp—the other had long ago pushed aside her panties, playing with herself as she waited for her Sir to come back home. A sexy, small puddle of her lust had formed up on the leather under her.

“Please, Master,” she moaned. “Please...won’t you come teach me how to obey?”

Smiling, he set his coat on a nearby rack and then unbuttoned the sleeves and middle of his crisp white shirt. All the while, lest he decide to suddenly look at her, she made hot, pouty faces of need at him. They were only slightly exaggerated as she continued to finger her hot slit—she was desperate for a good fuck.

“I saw the charges you made today,” he said.

She nodded, watching with intense interest as he kicked his pants to the ground and then his boxers. His herculean form was dazzlingly hot in the dim light of the enormous condo. His cock, perfect and long, was already getting hard.

“They were...rather extravagant,” he said, approaching her.

His body was right over hers, now. She couldn't resist touching him. Her heels slid up the outside of her thighs and then locked around his firm ass. Gently, she pulled him in.

A small moan of delight exited her mouth as her hand slipped around his cock, stroking intently. “But all those charges were worth it, I hope?”

He smiled, examining her further. His strong hands gripped her thighs hard. Breathing hard, she stroked him more luxuriously, taking her time.

His hands slid over her firm tits, over the collar around her neck, and then pushed back her long dark mass of hair. “You didn’t buy yourself any new jewelry?”

She shook her head sultrily. “I didn’t want to deny you the pleasure.”

He grinned. His cock was entirely hard in her hands now. Easily, as if they were little more than tissue, he ripped her panties off. With a groan, he sank on top of her, his heavy, hard meat entering her fully.

“Good pet,” he moaned into her ear, pumping into her cunt rhythmically. “Good pet. I’m going to take you tonight just like you deserve.”

After several more strokes inside of her burning pussy, he stood up and moved her down onto the floor, slipping off her fur jacket. Its soft surface acted as a sort of rug for the two of them as he straddled her tits.

“Oh yeah,” she moaned as he ripped her bra off. “Yes, Master. Do it. Fuck my titties, please? Fuck my slave tits?”

With a grim smile, he nodded. The thick head of his cock pushed forward against her soft skin, ever-so-slowly sliding up between her tits. From fucking her sopping cunt and spurting lots of precum on his own, her Master's cock had plenty of lubrication.

Harder and harder her pushed forward on her breasts, his hot, hard cock moved up and down furiously between the perfect sloping valley of her cleavage.

“I own you,” he growled. “Say it.”

“You own me!” she moaned. “You
own
me, Master!”

The head of his cock stretched farther, hitting her in the chin. If she tilted her head just right, she was able to take part of it into her mouth, sliding her little tongue lasciviously around the ridge.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You're so hot. Spending all that money. What a hot whore you became for me.”

“Mmmhmm.” Her mouth was half-full of his cock. Even so, she tried to respond. “A whore
just
for Master.”

“That's right,” he nodded. “My whore. My good little whore.”

Fucking her more and more urgently, the passionate fury of his face becoming more and more intense, he finally came. The hot goo spurted all over her face and chest, sliding down her tits. After the second or third spurt, he shifted his position and shoved his cock directly into her open, waiting mouth, filling her throat with his burningly delicious gunk.

His cock still dripped cum as he slid up on top of her body.

“How’s this for jewelry,” he said, dabbing little beads of dripping cum around her as-of-yet untouched neck.

From the entire display, her body warmed, loving the thrill of having his cum mark her like that. The cum slid up around her collar, and that was even hotter—symbols on top of symbols. Knowing he would like it, she slid the cum on her tits and face around, rubbing some in and swallowing the rest.

She made a slow, long display of it, dragging her finger up her cheek to gather all of the sticky, yummy substance she could. Then she gobbled it down with an eager tongue.

He watched, breathless, seeing her obedience in action.