On His Orders (The Billionaire's Way) (4 page)

My boss runs his tongue up to my neck and begins to kiss me. The blonde stewardess leans in and whispers into my ear, “You have beautiful breasts.” Wow. All of a sudden, I don’t hate this stewardess anymore!

Mr. Peak pulls down on my thong. My naked flesh rubs up against the sumptuous leather chair. I feel my boss’s strong hands run down between my legs. My face turns red. He looks me in the eye while he brings me closer to climax.

My body begins to shake. I break free from the blonde and grab Mr. Peak. I start to unbutton his shirt. This catches him completely by surprise. The blonde grabs my hands and pins them behind my back. Fuck, I want that man!

“Let me go! I want him! I want him now, bitch!” I yell. I’ve never felt like this in my life. My body has this animalistic rage.
This blonde is keeping me from Mr. Peak
. I break free and attack the stewardess. She is easily six inches taller than me. I rip open her blouse and try to choke her out.

I feel the strong arms of my boss lift me off of the ground. He throws me down onto the seat. He pushes the back of the seat all the way down until I am lying on my back. The entire six-foot, five inch frame of this hulking billionaire is on top of me. I am still fighting. I am still fucking crazy.

Mr. Peak looks at me. It’s the kind of look that needs no words. He wants me to stop fighting. Like a faithful little girl, I stop and give Mr. Peak my full attention. “Why would you do such a thing young Sarah?”

“I wanted you. She was holding me back.”

“So you violently attack a woman who could easily snap you into two.”

“If that’s what it takes to get you on top of me. Yes.”

I look to the side and see the blonde buttoning her blouse back up. Surprisingly, the stewardess is not as shaken up as I thought she would be. Mr. Peak grabs my chin and forces me to make eye contact with him.

He kisses me.

“I am very proud of you, cupcake. You are showing your loyalty to me. You are entitled to a little reward,” he says as he kisses my neck.

Mr. Peak runs his tongue down to my chest.

Then he moves lower.

And lower.

Oh fuck!

I close my eyes as the billionaire runs his tongue into the place where I want it most. I claw the leather chairs and grit my teeth. I arch my back. Dammit, he’s not good. He’s the fucking best. I moan. I scream. I cum.

Now, I begin to cry. A man has never run my mind, my body and my soul through such a gauntlet of emotions. All I know is that I will do anything for Mr. Peak. I would die for him.

The billionaire stands up and calmly grabs a drink. The blonde puts on her jacket and gets back to work. I just lie there feeling my heart bang against my chest. I slowly pull the seat into the upright position. No one seems to be concerned that I am sweaty and completely naked. So I just sit there, basking in the afterglow of orgasm.

It takes me about five minutes before I get self-conscious and decide to get dressed again. The blonde stewardess serves me a glass of cold water as though we didn’t just fight to the death less than 30 minutes ago. Weird.

Just as I down that ice cold water, Mr. Peak swivels my chair so that I am facing him. I straighten my posture and give my boss the full attention he deserves. “You have shown yourself to be a worthy student. Your real test is now ahead of you.”

“What do you expect of me, Mr. Peak?”

My boss reaches into his pocket and pulls out a gold coin. “What do you know about gold?”

“It makes really nice jewelry and I know it’s worth a lot of money,” I say meekly.

“Gerald Lovell owns more of this than any private citizen in the world. He owns gold as physical bullion. But more importantly, he owns hundreds of mines on five continents. He is obsessed with owning every gold mine he can possibly get his hands on.” Mr. Peak puts the coin back into his pocket and takes a sip of his Vodka. “Some of my spies tell me that Mr. Lovell is about to buy a major mining company. I want to know the name of that mining company. I plan to buy that company out before Mr. Lovell has the chance to put in his bid. That’s where you come in.”

“How may I assist you, Mr. Peak?” I ask ever ready to serve my master.

“Mr. Lovell loves gold, he loves alcohol and he loves women.” My billionaire boss leans in and grabs my hand. “And he particularly likes young, naive looking girls like you. As soon as we arrive at Mr. Lovell’s estate, he will want to fuck you. Your job will be simple - get him drunk, find out the name of that junior mining company and then come back to me with that information. As far as Sir Gerald knows, I am just flying into Maui to look at acquiring some property. But the real mission is to acquire information from Sir Gerald. That’s your mission, Sarah.”

I smile. I am so ready to please Mr. Peak. “Consider it done, Sir.”

Mr. Peak stands up. He walks to the back of the plane. What the hell is he doing? My boss reaches into a bag and pulls out what appears to be a horse whip. He walks back to his chair and holds the whip in his hand. I am nervous. I am exhilarated.

My boss takes the whip and whaps me right on my right thigh. “Ah!” I moan. My boss takes the edge of the whip and points it right at my neck. He leans in and growls, “Under no circumstances are you to fuck him. If you do, I will do bad things to you. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

I get up from my chair and relax into my boss’s massive arms. I lie there like his little pet while he strokes my hair. I want to show him that I am his loyal servant. While we cuddle, I can feel his animal heart, beating like a drum. He is a tiger at rest. But still, a tiger.

***

“Welcome to Kapalua, Sarah.” Mr. Peak’s voice echoes in my head.

I slowly open my eyes. Wow. Was I asleep all that time? I wake up in Mr. Peak’s strong arms.

He directs me to the window next to his seat. I look outside and see the island of Maui. What a sight.

“You better take your seat,” my boss advises.

Not one to disappoint my master, I do as he says. I strap myself in as the Gulfstream descends onto the airstrip.

We land faster than I thought. The plane wastes no time rolling over to its final stop. This certainly is not like flying commercial. Under a minute later, the cabin door is open and we are ready to depart. Nice!

Mr. Peak exits the aircraft first. I follow. The warm ocean air splashes across my face as I set my eyes on Kapalua. Oh, I am going to like this. A group of fast moving baggage handlers gather Mr. Peak’s rather formable luggage set. Of course, the familiar Louis Vuitton pattern catches my eye. There must be about $50,000 worth of baggage right there.

Out of nowhere, a fleet of large luxury automobiles arrive right next to the plane. I am unfamiliar with the make of the cars. We get inside and I see the Maybach logo all over the place. My big boss certainly doesn’t travel cheap.

Mr. Peak reclines his rear seat, relaxing his legs on the foot rest. I look around for the controls which will allow me to do the same. Wait a minute. Would my boss approve? Or will I be taking too many liberties? I sit up straight and just admire the view of the island.

Mr. Peak is busy checking his messages on his iPhone. The fleet of Maybach sedans speeds down the road. The drivers must be commiting about twenty moving violations. My guess is that law enforcement is not going to pull them over.

The Maybach turns on to a lone road. I wonder where we are going? “We have arrived at Sir Gerald’s Private Estate, Mr. Peak,” the driver announces. Good God. I look out the window and all I see is land and ocean. Where the fuck is his mansion?!

A full minute passes before I see the sprawling mansion itself. It’s not the big and imposing classic residence painting in my mind. The home itself is low and long, stretching across the coastline. Very cool.

The Maybachs come to a halt and the doors open. I exit behind Mr. Peak. The white water waves of the Pacific ring through my ears. We are less than fifty feet from the water. The home, the water and the sand seem to be at complete harmony with each other. Seriously, I could spend the rest of my life here.

A very large and I mean non-human sized looking Hawaiian guy escorts us towards the house. However, the six-foot, eight-inch, five hundred pound man walks us around the estate towards the beach. Damn, I wanted to see the house. But, hot damn, look at that view of the beach.

We see a tall, well-built guy with flowing sandy hair, cargo shorts and a loose fitting cabana shirt standing towards the ocean. He turns and walks towards us. I don’t need any introduction. This man has swagger. This man has billionaire swagger. Yes, I know I am looking at Sir Gerald Lovell.

“Welcome to my island, Mate,” the Aussie tycoon says in a voice that could shake every palm tree around him. I look at my boss and see him stare down the other billionaire. For the first time, I see my billionaire interacting with someone who is his equal.

The two hulking billionaires shake hands. It’s that sort of aggressive “bro” handshake that kinda shows two alpha male angling for control. Sir Gerald is as big and as strong looking as my Mr. Peak. However, that’s where the similarities end.

The Aussie billionaire’s wild hair and beard, casual clothing and wild gestures are a complete contrast to the reserved, silent and clean-cut appearance of my boss.

“Look at this estate. Just fucking look at it. I got it for just under $50 million. That’s a bargain!” Sir Gerald screams over the surf. Mr. Peak smiles and nods his approval of the gorgeous beachside property.

Suddenly, Sir Gerald looks at me. His blue eyes take in my small frame and my unkempt hair.

“Sir Gerald. May I introduce you to my associate Miss Sarah Salamuri,” my boss says as he places his right hand on my shoulder.

The Aussie billionaire extends his hand. I look up at him and shake hands knowing full well that I am here on a mission to extract information from Sir Gerald.

“You are a lovely little thing,” the Aussie says as he looks down at me. I smile shyly. Damn, these billionaires really know how to effortlessly charm and intimidate with a simple sentence and a gesture.

Mr. Peak and Sir Gerald walk off on their own to discuss “Billionaire Business.” I am invited inside the house by the big Hawaiian man.



“My name is Loki. I am the manager of the estate. Do not hesitate to contact me with any questions or concerns,” the big man says as he leads into the house through the patio area.

We walk inside and I am charmed by the rather laid back set-up of the home. Sir Gerald has dozens of palm trees inside as well as a really cool indoor waterfall running right down the center of the living room.