My Sex Slave Is A Billionaire

Margaret's POV

They say the last stage of anger isn't complete until there is revenge. I didn't know that phrase was true until two years ago. For two years the only driving force I had was anger and the need to carry out revenge on the man that placed that ever-burning anger in my heart, Raymond Jones. The man who single-handedly ruined my life and reduced me to nothing. The reason I'm back in California.

Last month was when I made the decision to return to the land where I was born, bred, and played. The kind where I first found love and lost it. The land where long-built friendships were destroyed because of greed and money- the root of all evil. It was the opening ceremony of my boss, Williams.

It hadn't been up to two years since he dived into the hospitality sector and right now, it was safe to say that was a very good decision. Not just for him but for me also. It'd had been a year and some few months since I started working for him and all I can say now is that it'd been the best decision I'd made in a while, if not in my entire life. Presently, he had four hotels here in California and for all four hotels, I was the CFO.

"Dance with me," Williams said to me after he had finished delivering his welcoming and appreciation speech. I smiled as I stuck out my hand to reach his already outstretched ones.

If there were five good men in the whole world, then Williams was one of them. If there were two good men in the whole world then Williams was one of them and if there is only one good man in the whole world, it was definitely Williams. Smiling broadly, he led me over to the center of the dance floor.

He snaked his hand around my waist which rested on my bare back. Impulsively, I wrapped my hands around his shoulders and angled my head on the crook of his neck and we began to sway in sync with the song. We swayed for a while in that position and I was going to plant my head at the other side of his neck when I saw him.

"That slimy bastard. What the hell is he doing here?' I mumbled seething.

Thousands of emotions swept through me as I looked at him. I felt anger surge through my veins and the need to carry my revenge on the slimy bastard intensified. Just staring at him made the other emotion I'd tried to conceal over the years stick its head and waved its tiara at me.

Humiliation! I was ashamed that I let myself go like that. I was annoyed at myself for going to jail for a crime I didn't commit. I felt shame for being foolish and blinded by love because there was no such thing as love. Not within humans at least. As I continued to stare at him, he suddenly turned, facing in my direction the woman that was supposed to be my best friend, Jasmine.

I scoffed and unintentionally clenched my hand. That was when I remembered I was dancing with Williams, my boss and that my clenching hand was pressing tightly around his neck. I released my hands immediately.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to," I explained feeling embarrassed. A slight blush found its way to my cheeks.

"Oh, it's fine. What happened though, I noticed for a moment there you weren't yourself. You seemed lost and ready to kill" Williams whispered so I alone could hear him.

The blaring music should be able to keep others from hearing him still he took precautions which further proved how good he was and has been to me.

"I saw him. The man I told you about. Raymond Jones" I didn't miss how Williams's eyes widened a fraction before he swiftly turned us around so he could see who I was referring to.

"Where? What is he wearing?" Williams asked.

"Your three o'clock. He is wearing white suit pants, a black shirt, and tunic blazers. Shabby blonde..." that was all it took for Williams to figure him out. That ugly hair of his had always found a way to stick out in public. "Oh, this Raymond Jones? I know him?" Williams announced and I was all the more intrigued.

"How? Where?"

"He is a recent business partner. We've been working together for two months now. As a matter of fact, I have a meeting with him tomorrow regarding an unfinished contract"

"I see" I whispered to say that I was shocked would be an understatement. Miracles do happen, don't they?

"Should we go hi?" Williams asked.

"Of course, why not?" I cackled out, smiling as a thought came to mind.

"Shall we?" Williams said, angling his arm, which I gratefully accepted, clutching his elbow. We made a quick stop at some of his other acquaintances before matching over to Raymond and Jasmine.

"Mr. Jones," Williams said, standing a few feet behind them. Raymond turned to look at acquaintances.

"Mr. Williams ." He responded by sticking out his hand for a handshake.

"Congratulations, my friend," Raymond added as he shook Williams's hand.

"Oh, thank you. So regarding our meeting scheduled to hold during the weekend, I'm afraid that I would not be able to. But since I have your proposal with me, you'd be meeting instead with my assistance." Williams said before clearing a path for me.

"It's a week-long meeting, yeah?" "Yeah," Raymond answered.

"Hello, Mr. Jones. It's a pleasure meeting you" I said to Raymond sticking out my hand which he gladly took. If he at all felt anything from the confrontation, he didn't let it show. Which somehow angered me all the more.

"I'll be looking forward to working with you too, Miss?"

"Phillips," I answered curtly.

"Your partner is pretty" I added and I didn't miss how Jasmine trembled slightly at his side.

"See you soon, Mr. Jones" I added as Williams nudged for us to go greet more of his clients.

*****

It was the weekend already meaning, I was in Italy representing Williams at a meeting he has with his business partners. I walked into the warmly lit space.

The conference room was huge; one wall was filled with floor-to-ceiling windows that gave a beautiful view of the Milan cityscape from twenty-five stories up.

Dusk blackened the sky outside, and skyscrapers speckled the horizon with their lighted windows. In the center of the room stood a large heavy wood conference table, and facing me from the head of the table was Raymond. How was he the only one that have arrived? I smelled foul play. He sat there, his brown suit jacket hanging on the chair behind him, tie loosened, crisp white shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and chin resting on his steepled fingers. His eyes were boring into mine, but he said nothing.

"My boss said to give you this" I was leaning over the table, gesturing toward a set of graphs, when it happened.

His hand mashed gently into my lower back before sliding down, settling on the curve of my ass. The warmth from his hand burned through my skirt and into my skin. Every muscle in my body tightened, and it felt like my insides were liquefying. What the hell was he doing? My brain yelled at me to push his hand off, to tell him to never touch me again, but my body had other ideas.

My nipples hardened, and I clenched my jaw in response. Traitor nipples.

"It's been so long. God, I missed you. Did you miss me? I realize I didn't get to apologize. I'm sorry okay?" He breathed.

My heart thumped in my chest, at least half a minute passed, but I didn't say anything as his hand moved down to my thigh, caressing. This was the chance I had prayed for. Our breathing and the muted noise of the city below were the only sounds in the still air of the conference room.

I could see his chest rising and falling, each breath deeper than the last. A muscle trembled in his sharp jaw as his thumb began to move, slowly sliding back and forth, his eyes never leaving mine. He was waiting for me to stop him; there had been plenty of time for me to shove him away, or simply turn and leave. But I had too many feelings to sort out before I could react.

"What are you thinking?" he mumbled, eyes somehow both mocking and eager.

"What do you want from me?" With those eyes still locked to mine, he began to slide his hand lower.

His fingers ran down my thigh, to the hem of my skirt. He moved it up so his fingertips traced the strap of my garter belt, the lace edge of one thigh-high stocking. A long finger slipped beneath the thin fabric and pulled it down slightly. I sucked in a sharp breath, feeling suddenly like I was melting from the outside in. I still wanted to slap him, but now, more than that, I wanted him to keep going.

The heavy ache between my legs was building. He reached the edge of my panties and slipped his fingers under the fabric. I felt him slide against my skin and graze my clit before pushing his finger inside me, and I bit my lip trying, unsuccessfully, to stifle my groan. When I looked down at him, beads of sweat were forming on his brow.

"Fuck," he growled quietly.

"You're wet." His eyes fell closed and he seemed to be waging the same internal battle I was. I glanced down at his lap and could see him straining against the smooth fabric of his pants. Without opening his eyes, he withdrew his finger and fisted the thin lace of my panties in his hand. He was shaking as he looked up at me, fury clear in his expression.

In one quick movement, he tore them off, the rip of the fabric echoing in the silence. He pulled my hips roughly, lifting me onto the cold table and spreading my legs in front of him. I gave an involuntary groan as his fingers returned, sliding between my legs and pushing into me again. I despised this man in a singularly sharp way, but my body was betraying me; I craved more of what he was doing.

Damn if he wasn't good at this. Here was a man who I wanted to carry my revenge on, and it turned out that right now, what he wanted was me. Miracles do happen. My head fell to the side as I leaned back on my elbows, feeling my impending orgasm approaching fast. I bit his lower lip as my hands made quick work down to the front of his pants, whipping his belt free of the loops. He made a low, angry noise deep in his throat and took my blouse in his hands, yanking it open, the silver buttons skittering across the long conference table.

"Let me apologize to you properly... just you and me, this weekend in Italy. I have a hotel" The man whose soul I wanted so much had just tabled it in my palm and so far, there was no price tag. If he thinks he could use his charms on me like he did many years ago then he'd got to rethink.

But he didn't have to know that right? He slid his hands up my ribs and over my breasts, thumbs slipping back and forth across my taut nipples, his dark stare fixated on my expression the entire time. His hands were big and rough almost to the point of pain, but instead of wincing or backing off, I pushed into his palms wanting more, and harder. He growled, fingers tightening. It occurred to me I might bruise, and for a sick moment, I hoped I did. I wanted a way to remember this feeling, of being completely sure of what my body wanted, entirely unleashed. He leaned close enough to bite my shoulder, whispering,

"We have a deal. And you better make it worth it"

"You know you can always count on my dick and mouth, right?"

Margaret's POV

Well, let the game begin.... I leaned against Raymond's hotel door, intending to follow none of his orders. Raymond let out a deep roar and charged at me. I squeezed my eyes shut, desiring what was going to happen. Then I felt my body being lifted and hitting the bed an instant later. Raymond muttered something in Italian under his breath.

When I felt myself sink between the pillows, I opened my eyes only to see Raymond looming over me again. He grabbed my right hand and handcuffed it to one of the four pillars of the bed. Then he went for the left one, but I managed to squirm free and hit him first. He clenched his teeth before letting out a furious bellow. I knew I crossed a line there.

He clutched my wrist again, painfully hard, and pulled my arm toward the handcuff affixed to the other pillar, all the while pinning my body to the mattress.

"There won't be any other way around it, firecracker. I'll fuck you as I deem please," he growled, sneering.

I kicked out, thrashing on the bed, until he sat astride my legs, his back turned to me, and drew out a short tube. I had no idea what that was. But then he fastened two soft collars sticking from both ends of the tube around my ankles, reaching to the third pillar. From behind it, he pulled out a chain, fixing it to the collar wrapped around my right ankle.

He repeated the operation with my left ankle. Finally, Raymond stood up, admiring his work. He had a satisfied smirk on his face and was clearly aroused by the whole situation. I, on the other hand, was disoriented and dazed. I jerked with my legs, but the tube to which they were cuffed only elongated in response, locking them stiffly in place. Raymond bit his lower lip.

"I was hoping you would do that.." I realized his intentions late.

I was immobilized with my legs spread wide-an invitation for my tormentor. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Raymond moved closer, pulled the sheets from under me, and covered me with them.

"Don't be afraid," he said with that same smirk on his face as he walked to the door.

He opened it and led a young woman inside. I couldn't see her clearly, but she had long, dark hair and wore impossibly high-heeled stilettos accentuating the shape of her toned legs. Raymond told her something and the girl froze. That's when I realized he was still naked. The woman didn't seem to care.

Then he covered the distance between us and leaned over me, lifting my head and putting a pillow beneath it so I could see the whole room without having to exert any muscles.

"I'd like to show you something. Something you missed out on for two years. It should give you a tip on what you should do when you see my dick," he whispered, biting my earlobe gently. He returned to the other side of the room and sat back in the sofa chair opposite the bed I was strapped to. Keeping his eyes on me, he called out to the woman in Italian. Hearing it, she burst into motion, stepping out of her dress and standing before Raymond in her underwear.

My heart started pounding as she dropped to her knees and promptly started to suck my oppressor's cock. His hands landed on her head, his fingers entwining her hair. I couldn't believe it. His black eyes were fixing me with a steady gaze. He was breathing heavily, greedily gulping air. The girl knew what she was doing. She was a pro. Once in a while, Raymond would say something in Italian as if instructing her. In response, she moaned lusciously.

I watched them, trying to come to grips with what I was feeling. His piercing gaze made my body burn with desire. I couldn't take my eyes off of him-his ecstasy. The fact that it wasn't me between his legs chafed at me. No, I wasn't jealous. It made me realize he had something up his sleeve. It made me more curious and I boiled internally... At one moment, Raymond tightened his grip on the girl's head and brutally pushed his cock into her throat, making her choke. She wasn't sucking him off anymore-he was fucking her mouth. He went in deep and fast.

I squirmed on the bed, making the chains holding me in place rattle against the wooden posts. I was breathing heavily now, my chest heaving too fast for my liking. The show Raymond was starring in was exciting me, stoking the flames of my passion, but at the same making me angry. I understood the words he had said to me before the girl approached him.

"Hey, Maggie," Raymond hissed.

"You're done playing with your hoe?" I replied with a croaky voice, barely audible.

"A position I'd gladly like to fill you up on. Margaret." I brought my head up. When my stare met his, I could see the satisfaction in his eyes.

His parted lips spread into a faint smile. Raymond rose from his seat and moved closer to me so the girl kneeling before him was now sitting with her back to the bed, some five feet from me. My hips were moving of their own accord, brushing against the satin sheets. My tongue trailed along my parched lips. I wanted him. If not for the fact that I was tied down, I would probably have thrown that woman out and finished what she had started. And Raymond knew that. After a while, his eyes grew darker and emptier, and beads of sweat formed on his chest. I knew he was going to come. The movements of the girl kneeling in front of him grew faster.

"Yes, Margaret, yes!" Raymond moaned, as all the muscles in his body tensed.

He came, flooding the girl's throat with sperm. I was ecstatic, burning up with desire. I felt like I was orgasming with him. A wave of heat crossed my body. Raymond's eyes didn't waver even for a second-he was looking straight at me. I breathed out slowly, relieved that the show had come to an end.

Raymond barked something in Italian and the woman pulled away, got up, picked up her dress, and quickly left the room. Raymond left, too, disappearing into the bathroom. I heard the sound of the shower. A few minutes later, he emerged and walked over to me again, rubbing his head with a towel.

"I can put you at ease, baby girl. I'll lick you slow, make you come. I'll make it last. Unless you prefer to feel me inside you." I opened my eyes wide.

My heart was thundering fast and hard, like applause after a Beyoncé concert. I wanted to defy him, but I couldn't speak. Not even a word came out of my mouth. With a quick snap, Raymond tore the sheets from over me and untied the bathrobe I was wrapped in. "Do you want me there? You know what my fingers alone could do to you. Just say the words princess" His voice was calm, sexy.

"You see, Margaret, you're immobilized now so efficiently that you have no chance of escaping or offering any resistance." He licked the inside of my thigh.

"At the same time, I can enjoy each and every part of your gorgeous body." He grabbed my ankles, spreading my legs wider.

The telescopic rod snapped a couple of times and locked in place, holding my legs in the shape of a very wide V.

"Please," I whispered. It was the only thing that came to my mind.

"Are you asking me to begin already? Or stop?" This was a simple question, but the answer to it wasn't coming.

I only let out a soft yelp of resignation. Raymond crawled toward me and hovered over my face, pinning me with his eyes. His lower lip brushed against my nose, lips, and cheeks.

"I'll fuck you so hard, all of Milan will hear you scream."

"Yes, please" I croaked with the last of my strength, and squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for him to carry out his dare. I didn't know how to love anymore. I only knew how to fuck!

"Fuck me Raymond." The words has barely left my mouth when he pulled the iron rod binding my legs.

He dragged me to the edge of the bed and without any form of warning, he slid into me easily for the reason that I was too wet. I never enjoyed fucking with so much dampness between my legs. It made me climax easily. Raymond pulled out breathing heavily.

"We have to do something about your pussy. " he hissed and disappeared. Soon he came back and tied me against a bed pole butt naked.

I sat there waiting for his arrival and command. Raymond came into the dark room, he grazed his fingers over my skin making me shiver. He bent down and sucked on my earlobes and I fought the urge to let out a moan. He whispered into my ears. I felt dirty, cheap, and humiliated. But I liked it and was torn between wanting more and begging for all.

"No, daddy. I want it all. Go all out... do whatever you please, master." Raymond smirked and pulled your hair tightly.

"Are you asking or are you demanding? The first would be fine but the latter would mean I'd have to correct that attitude."

"The first because I like being told what to do."

"And if you disobey any of my commands?" he asked menacingly.

"If I disobey any of your commands, punish me, master. But I'd try to be a good girl for you." I fluttered my lashes repeatedly.

"Oh, trust me. That might be your only option."

"Maybe not..." I was still trying to talk when Raymond bite his lips and smacked my ass. He parted my legs and pushed between them so that his knees were directly on my core. I moaned.

"I said not to talk back to me kitten. You don't learn. Do you?"

"Maybe you should spank me: that's the only way I learn. That's how my daddy makes me learn"

"This daddy doesn't spank to teach his baby doll a lesson." "How then does this daddy does teaches his doll."

"I choke them and make them moan out their sorry. That's how." his hot breath against my back skin and made my hair stand in response to the knock on them.

From the mirror, I saw how he watched my body react to him. My brow was furrowed and my lips parted as I tried not only to contain the wild surge of emotion in my veins but also try to make meaning to his words. He snaked one of his hands up my leg until he reached my waistline.

He smacked my booty and cornered his hand underneath until it reached my pussy and he begins to play with it. I couldn't help but touch my buds as I was dying from frustration but he stopped me.

"I don't want you touching yourself." Raymond smacked my hands down from my breast and I whimpered as I miserably tried to bottle up my urges.

He tugged on my binds and pushed me until I lay flatly on the bed. He hovered over me and knot my binds, adjusting me so that my arms and legs were hanging squarely on separate poles. My breath got heavier as he inserted two fingers into my pussy hole and began to pound my inside with them.

"Fuck. I might cum." I hissed, biting down on my lower lips until I tasted blood. Raymond sniffed .

"I smell blood" he looked up at me and saw that the smell was coming from me. He engulfed me in a rough kiss that left me wanting more.

"Not so soon." He breathed. Raymond went rough but slowed down and drove me to frustration with the slow painful thrust of his.

Margaret's POV

My limbs were sore but I liked just how sore it was-sore enough to leave an imprint of the person that caused it. The last thing I remembered was eating lunch with Raymond but now I was on a bed. I woke up to see bright light cutting through the room, and my hand flew to my eyes on instinct to protect them from the light.

A part of my heart was eaten by guilt, but overall, I was completely fine. No traces of all that had happened the day before and I felt glad for that. My plans worked accordingly and right now, I was in the space of my all-time adversary. A gentle tap on my thigh made me slowly and reluctantly peel my eyes open. Last night would easily be said to be my best night ever.

I felt closure from all angles of the world. My sleep was great and so was the sex. Raymond was beyond good last night that I lost track of the number of orgasms I had. He took me to heights I never knew existed and most shockingly, I wanted and still want more. Blame my wild hormones.

I was sore, deliciously sore I must add and even though I could barely walk, I wouldn't think twice if he asked that I put my leg on his shoulders.

"Wake up, Maggie" Raymond's baritone reverberated against my bones, pushing me to wake up.

"I don't want to" I whimpered, using the sheets to cover me up.

"Gosh, I feel so jelly"

"That should be my fault and I'm sorry. The thing is, it is past noon and I thought you would feel more refreshed if you have a bath and eat. Medications wouldn't be a bad idea too" after what he said about noon,

I immediately zoned out on him, how the hell did I sleep for such a long time? I hastily kicked the sheets away from my body and hurried to do my morning routine, which was now an afternoon routine.

"How are you feeling?" Raymond asked me the second I came out of the bathroom.

"Sore... I feel sore" I answered and slummed lazily on the bed.

"Should I provide you with a soothe?" he asked with concern laced in his voice but I also didn't miss the suggestive tone in it.

"I'm not sure what your plan is but no..., I'd pass" I snickered and Raymond showed me his puppy face which in my opinion was ridiculous. It was funny as fuck.

"Uhm, don't you have somewhere to be?" I shook my head in negation.

"Then if you don't, I have somewhere I want you to be" he snickered.

"You want to wear me out, yeah?"

"If that is what you want then why not?" Goodness, I couldn't I was going on a daily duty of unwavering streak of sex with this man.

In contrast to my previous thought, I had not got the leisure to skirt through. Maybe I would dive off to plan B or make a sub Plan A. I was out of time and I needed to think fast.

"Come here," Raymond said, interrupting my thought. His hips started to gently move, and I felt him getting harder inside me again. He kept kissing my face and talking.

Those thoughts made my head flood with anger again. His moving body was getting on my nerves, causing the fury in me to rise. Raymond pulled back for a second and looked me in the eyes...

"What are you thinking about, Margaret ?" he asked, his eyes searching for an answer in mine.

"You don't want to know. Now get off me already!" I jerked, trying to escape his clutch, but he didn't budge. His eyes were cold again-the king had returned -and fighting him made no sense at all.

"I want to be on top," I said through clenched teeth, grabbing his buttocks.

"I'll always be on top of you, Margaret. Far above you and your plans. But if you think going on top of my dick will satiate your present urge, then by all means"

"Oh, wow" Raymond watched my face for a while longer, finally draping his arm around my waist and turning us over, never slipping out of me.

He drooped, lifting his arms, just like I had a while ago. Slowly I rose above him, falling back down onto his hard cock. What he had said startled me, but at the same time, I grew disoriented. I was still angry, too.

I clamped my right hand over his cheeks like a vise and pinched hard. His eyes stayed closed, but he started to clench and unclench his jaw. Steadily, I lifted myself and slid right back down, letting him slide deeper inside.

I wanted him to know what I felt. I needed to punish him for everything. Hurt him. And I only knew one way to do that. I pushed myself up, and when he felt what I was doing, he opened his eyes. I shot him a warning glare and went to find the bathrobe by the door.

His seed was dripping down my legs. I dragged my finger through it, gathering some of the sticky cum, and licked it off my finger, keeping my eyes trained on Raymond. His prick started to throb.

"You're sweet," I said, licking my lips.

"Want to try?"

"I'm not a fan of my own taste, so I'm going to have to pass," he replied, disgusted.

"Sit up," I ordered, sitting astride him. Calmly, Raymond did as he was told, crossing his arms behind his back, as if knowing what I was about to do.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked me in a tone more serious than normal.