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The billionaire flips me onto my back. I lie on the floor. The belt dangles from Mr. Peak’s right hand. His eyes pierce through me. “You are crying yet you are not begging for me to stop,” the billionaire says with a smile. “I like that. You are learning to submit to me. I may have a use for you after all,” he adds as he begins to remove his tie.
“Stand on your feet, turn around and face the wall,” the billionaire orders. What does he have planned for me next? I don’t want to agitate nor do I want to disappoint Mr. Peak. I obey his instructions to the letter. I stand, turn around and face the wall until my nose touches the oak paneling.
I feel the the billionaire’s silk tie fall over my eyes. He blindfolds me. Darkness. I am nearly nak**ed, completely blind, cold, scared… and aroused.
The billionaire begins to run his strong hands up and down my body. I feel his fingers gently brush over my bre**asts. He unhooks my bra and drops it beside my feet. The man runs his hands down my sides and over my hi**ps.
Mr. Peak begins to run his index fingers around the top of my thong. And then, with one quick motion, he pulls it down. I am blindfolded and nak**ed. “You never thought your weekend was going to begin like this,” the billionaire says in his deep voice.
Mr. Peak spins me around and removes the blindfold. It takes me a minute to focus. When my vision is restored, I can see the brooding man scrutinizing every inch of my nak**ed body.
Suddenly, he walks away. I go from being terrified to feeling alone and abandoned. What’s wrong with me? When the powerful billionaire walks away from me, I feel as though I am the one who had wronged him.
My mind races.What have I done to displease the billionaire?Mr. Peak walks to his massive table and picks up an envelope. He stares at me and drops the item onto the floor. “That is your last paycheck. If you want it, you will have to get on your hands and knees and crawl for your money.”
My body begins to shrink as my knees buckle. Just as the billionaire commands, I crawl my nak**ed body across his massive ocean-view office. The hardwood floors scrape my knees but I dare not raise a protest. I want my money. More importantly, perhaps, I would like to please my master.
I reach out for the envelope. Mr. Peak drops his right foot on my hand. “Ah!” I moan.
“You don’t get to use your hands to take my money. If you want to take my scraps, then you have to use your mouth like some animal rummaging through a garbage can.” Mr. Peak’s words are cold and they are stern. However, I obey. I lean forward and lower my lips until they touch the slim envelope. Then I lift my head up with my last paycheck firmly grasped in my mouth.
“No one is allowed to steal money from me and get away with it,” the billionaire says to me. “The only reason why you are allowed to have that money is because you earned it. You kept up your charade and demonstrated a taste for deception. Frankly, I find that admirable.”
Mr. Peak pulls me up by my neck. It’s hard to keep that paycheck in my mouth. But I dare not spit it out for fear I will lose my last source of income. Mr. Peak knows that I am struggling to hold that envelope in my mouth. He slowly closes his grasp around my neck. Then he moves that hand down to my bre**asts. The billionaire brushes his fingertips against my hard nipp**les. I begin to shake. His hands wander down to my stomach. Then Mr. Peak moves lower. He pushes his hand between my legs and begins to rub me softly.
The sensation is amazing. I have never felt anything like this before. I want to moan but I can’t open my mouth. My fingernails dig into my thighs as Mr. Peak rubs me faster and faster. He begins to breathe heavily. Oh f**k! I feel like I’m going to cum!
Tears roll down my cheeks as I reach the quietest orgasm a girl could possibly have. I bite down on the envelope and rip into the flesh of my thighs. My eyes are so watery that everything in front of me is a blur.
It takes me a few seconds to focus. Mr. Peak looks down at me and says, “As of right now, you are no longer an as**sistant Account Executive at my hedge fund.”
That sentence hits me with a sense of overwhelming relief and dread. The past hour has been unlike anything I have ever experienced in my life. I don’t know, exactly, how I should act. Part of me wants to stay. Another part of me just wants to get dressed and get the hell out of here. Mr. Peak takes the envelope from my mouth and places it into my right hand.
“You are going to work for me on an intimate level. You will obey my orders and never question them. I own your body and I own your mind. With that privilege comes the opportunity to see a world that is closed off to just about every other soul out there,” Mr. Peak says as he motions to the windows and the outside world.
