Owned by The Billionaire.

I have passed by this imposing white granite building in Santa Monica dozens of times and never thought I would someday be working here. But here I am, on the tenth floor of the Peak Group - one of the top hedge funds in Los Angeles. Heck, from what I hear, this is one of the top hedge funds in the world.

To be honest, I don't know much about finance. So, how did a 20-year old end up with a $50,000 a year job as an as**sistant account executive? Easy, I lied. Or to be more specific, I submitted someone else's resume to their recruiter. A girl can do desperate things when she is one month away from eviction and homelessness.

My days at the Peak Fund are filled with a mixture of mundane tasks coupled with a sense of impending doom. I keep my head down and simply follow the orders of my direct superior, senior account executive Dan Greenland. The 35 year old father of two doesn't seem to suspect that I am completely unqualified for my job. The poor guy is on the phone all day with the fund's investors. So far, my most complicated as**signment has been to score a lunchtime reservation atThe Grill On the Alleyin Beverly Hills.

Nevertheless, I don't know how much longer I can keep up this charade. In fact, I plan to quit today. Payday! The check should arrive on my desk this afternoon. After that, I am out of here. My first paycheck should be enough to cover my half of the rent for the next few months. From there, I will think of another way to keep a roof over my head.

Lunchtime is my favorite time at the Peak Fund. All the important people are out of the office, enjoying overpriced salads and steaks at the best spots in LA while we "little people" fend for ourselves at the local burrito shops. Since the NYSE and NASDAQ stock exchanges close at 4PM Eastern Standard Time, we usually wait until 1PM local time to ditch the office for some grub.

Right now, I am actually rather relaxed. After all, today is my last day at the Peak Fund. When the office clears for lunch, I head I outside and enjoy the lovely ocean breeze coming off the Santa Monica coastline. Normally, I would stay in the office and check for incoming calls. But, what the hell, I'll be out of there in a few hours. Why not take a stroll down to the ocean?

The Peak Fund is located about three blocks from the Santa Monica pier. In fact, you can see the ocean from the office. I will certainly miss that view. I check my iPhone and see it's about ten minutes to two. Time to head back.

I walk back into the office and find the place half-empty. It was like this last Friday. I guess everyone wants to get a jumpstart on the weekend. Well, I will just have to wait. Most people have their paychecks direct deposited into their bank accounts. I opted for a paper check. Hopefully, I won't have to stick around for much longer.

I am sitting at my desk, keeping my head low, just waiting for that paycheck to come. My desk phone rings. I press the speakerphone button. "Sarah. Please come to H.R. immediately," the woman's voice booms on the other end of the line.

My heart begins to race. Oh my God. They know. Why else would I be called into Human Resources? I look around the office. My eyes peer over at the red "exit" sign leading to the emergency stairs.

When I rise to my feet, the first thought in my head is to run. Just run. Everything on my resume is a lie. What is there to gain by going to Human Resources to suffer the humiliation of being fired. What if the police are waiting for me?

I can hear my heart beating through my chest. I can feel the heat emanating from my cheeks. My temples throb. I walk down the hall to the large glass panel offices of the Human Resources department. I see Anne, the woman who gave me my orientation. She is sitting at her desk with a rather confused look on her face. This can't be good.

"Anne? You wanted to see me?" I say softly.

Anne looks at me, shaking her head. "Mr. Peak wants to see you in his office."

Mr. Peak. Mr. Ryan Peak. The owner of the Peak Fund. The Billionaire Owner of the Peak Fund. His mere name makes people's backs straighten. I have been here for two weeks and have yet to lay my eyes on him. And now he wants to see me!

"I'm sorry, Anne. What did you say?" I ask in a daze of fear and confusion.

"Mr. Peak wants to see you right now," Anne tells me as she grabs a gold card from her desk. "Take this security card and press it against the button marked PH in the elevator. His office is the Penthouse Floor of this building."

I don't say another word to her. I can't. I just grab the card and begin the long walk to the elevators. I step inside the maplewood personal elevator and tap the gold card against the secured Penthouse Button. As it turns out, Mr. Peak reserves the entire floor for his personal use. As the doors close, a creeping feeling overtakes me. This guy could have me killed and no one would know about it.

As the elevator slowly ascends up to the top floor, I begin to feel claustrophobic. I squandered my only chance to escape. What the f**k am I doing? Why did I consent to see Mr. Peak? As I look up at the security camera, a little voice inside of me says, "You want to see how a billionaire lives. You want to lay your eyes on the Master. Even if the results are horrific, you want to know what it is like to see, touch and smell unimaginable wealth and power."

The doors open to a rather simple white marble room with an incredible floral centerpiece sitting inside an Oriental vase. The vase appears to be centuries old. It is massive - perhaps two feet in height. The pedestal looks like ancient relic right out of the height of the Roman Empire. I couldn't even begin to calculate the value of those items.

The elevator doors close behind me. I am alone in this simple room. Beyond the vase loom a set of frosted glass double doors. The doors suddenly open. A tall, thin man walks up to me. "Follow me," he says.

I follow this man, who I as**sume is the as**sistant to Mr. Peak. We walk into this massive open space. I am not even sure that I am inside an office until I see this large desk next to the floor to ceiling windows.

As I begin to open my mouth, the as**sistant leaves the room and closes the double doors behind him. Silence. The first thing I notice is that floor to ceiling windows comprise two entire sides of the room. I look out and see a view of the Pacific Ocean, the Santa Monica Pier and the Malibu coastline. What a view!

"Wie machst du heute?" a booming male voice says to me. I turn my head and see a big, brooding man. He is at least six feet, five inches in high, broad shoulders, dark, incredibly handsome. He looks up at me with eyes that pierce right through my body. I have no idea what he just asked me.

"I asked you how you are doing today," the man says as he lifts up a familiar piece of paper from his desk. "According to your resume, you are fluent in German." As I watch this very intimidating and well dressed man walk towards me, I can feel my heart ready to thump out of my chest.

"Mr. Peak?" I say in my softest voice. He looks at me and gives me the very slight hint of a smirk.

"And you certainly are not Ms. Amy Chou. Though you did do an admirable job of stealing her resume," the billionaire lectures as he places the resume on a nearby table.

I close my eyes. I can see her name on that resume. More specifically, I can vividly remember erasing her name and putting my own name on it. Dammit. That just feels like the dumbest thing I have ever done in my life. I open my eyes and Mr. Peak is standing right over me. This man must be at least a foot taller than me. And I haven't felt shorter, smaller and more insignificant in my life.

The Hedge Fund King just stares me down. I don't know where to place my eyes. I am scared to even look at him. If I look away, I know it can be perceived as an insult. So, I stare at his massive chest. My eyes focus their concentration at his crimson colored tie that resembles the hue of red meat.

The billionaire lifts up my quivering chin and looks down at my watery eyes. "You have a lot of gumption to pull a stunt like that. Did you really think you could get away with such a deception. Or are you just a naive little girl?"

I swat his hand away. I didn't mean to do that to Mr. Peak. It is just an involuntary reaction. If a man puts a hand on me, my first instinct is to swat it away. This quick and violent action catches me by surprise. But not as much as it catches Mr. Peak off guard.

The billionaire looks at my right hand - the very hand that dared to swat him away. Then he looks me right in the eye. I don't know what is going on but I feel a surge of defiance. Dammit. It's in my nature to fight back. But this is not the right time. I need to get myself under control here.

The broad shouldered billionaire puts his hands on my small shoulders. He runs those massive and strong hands up to my hand as though he is inspecting one of his possessions. I want to kick him in the balls so badly it is killing me. I know he can see the fire in my eyes.

"You have a lot of fear and anger in you. Lots of primal energy. I like that," the billionaire says softly. Suddenly, this hulking man lifts me up off of my feet until I am eye to eye with him. I can feel one of my shoes dangle off of my feet. And I can feel my feet just swinging in the air.

Mr. Peak holds me up with no effort whatsoever. I can feel the strong grip of this man choking off the blood circulation on my arms. I can feel his heavy breathing upon my right cheek. "You are a feisty and deceptive little thing. I know you want to claw out my eyes. And you know what?" Mr. Peak says as he leans into my face. "You are turning me on. Because I love a good fight."

The billionaire drops me. I crumble to the ground. My body feels so vulnerable right now. All I can do is lift my knees up to my neck and huddle against the wall like a scared puppy. Tears begin to stroll down my cheek.

Suddenly, the billionaire lifts me up by my neck. "Ah!" I yell. He turns me around and makes me face the wall. I begin to cry. "Don't hurt me, Mr. Peak. Please. Let me go and I won't cash your paycheck. It's all a big mistake. Please just let me go home!"

My pleas go unanswered for several seconds, which feels like the longest time in the world. I hear his belt come off of his pants. Then I feel his heavy breathing bear down on my left ear, "You are not going anywhere," the billionaire whispers.

The soft leather of Mr. Peak's belt wraps around my tiny neck. My body begins to shake. I feel the grip on that belt get tighter and tighter. My body is summoning up the will to scream but I am too scared to utter a sound.

"You have a pretty young body. I love the way your as**s looks in that dress," the billionaire whispers into my ear. The words just hang there for a moment as I feel his fingers probe around my body.

I listen to the sound of the zipper on my skirt come down. The skirt falls to the floor. The cool air brushes against my thighs and my butt.

"A little white thong. I like little white thongs. It makes a young girl like you seem so innocent. But I know you are not. Deep down inside, you are always looking to play your angle. I am going to teach you about consequences," Mr. Peak threatens as he places his hands on my shoulders and forces me onto my knees.

"Remove your blouse," the hedge fund billionaire orders as he begins to slowly choke me with his belt. I quickly unbutton my white blouse but, I hesitate before removing it. He pulls on the belt - choking me to attention.This guy is not afraid to hurt me. I quickly remove the blouse and place it onto the ground. Oh my God. I have never felt so vulnerable in my life!

I just shiver as the goosebumps rise on my flesh. My nipp**les get hard. The belt around my neck begins to loosen. Mr. Peak releases me from its grip. I exhale a sigh of relief. Suddenly, I feel the man grab the back of my neck. He pushes my face onto the carpet and pushes my as**s up into the air.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

*Whap!* I feel the belt slap against my as**s. I moan. He whips me again. Dammit. This is starting to get me off. I secretly hope that he will whip me again. Seconds later, my prayers are answered.

As Mr. Peak continues to take his belt to my backside, a sense of sexual arousal fires through my body. While my mind is scared, my body is willing. Everything is happening so fast, I can barely comprehend what is happening to me.

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.

The billionaire looks me up and down for a few seconds. Then he orders me to get dressed. I am so nervous that I forget where my clothes are located. I stumble around the office gathering my bra, my thong, my dress and my blouse. It takes me a good minute to get my heels back onto my feet.

When I am dressed, I stand at attention. I know my hair is a mess and I can feel the mascara on my cheeks. Since there is no mirror, I can't see what I look like. I certainly feel like a mess.

"Go back to your apartment tonight. Get a good night's sleep. A car will pick you up at 9 AM sharp. From there, you will start your first day at your new position," Mr. Peak says as he pours himself a drink.

I open my mouth. No words come out. There are so many f**king questions running through my head. I dare not tempt his wrath. No, I say nothing and just leave his office. The elevator doors are already open as though they have been waiting for me.

My body leans against the back of the elevator. The doors close and I begin to descend back down to Earth. Oh my God. What happened to me? And more importantly, what is going to happen to me tomorrow?

*Bing! Bing! Bing!*

I jolt my head out of bed. Where am I? What time is it? What day is it? I look at my digital alarm clock and see the time: 8:30AM. My heart begins to race. I realize that today is Saturday. Then the fateful events of yesterday come rushing back into my head.

Mr. Peak is sending a car for me at 9 AM. I can't disappoint the billionaire hedge fund boss. What my day will be like is a total mystery to me. As I jump into the shower, my mind races with millions of possibilities. Why is he sending a car? Where are we going? Maybe I will be seeing his house. I have never been in a billionaire's mansion before. Hell, I don't think I have even been in a millionaire's home either.

As I jump out of the shower, I fall into an immediate panic. I have nothing to wear! My closet is a mess of dirty clothes, jeans, shirts, a few dresses and an avalanche of shoes, heels and sneakers.

Since Mr. Peak is my boss, I opt for something formal and colorless. Black and white does not offend anyone. I put on my black dress with my last white blouse. It's 8:50. Fuck! I don't have time to do my hair the way I want it. I keep my make-up tasteful and opt for pink lipstick. Red will be a little too much. But maybe Mr. Peak will like a little red on me? Oh God, I don't have the time to debate lipstick inside of my own head!

It's 9AM. I'm never ready on time. I walk out the door with my black Prada heels in my hands. I look around for a car. I'm thinking that Mr. Peak will have me picked up in a black Town Car. The Saturday morning garbage truck pick-up rumbles up and down the alleyway behind my Venice Beach apartment.

As the garbage truck passes by my place, I put on my heels. When the truck passes, I see a large silver sedan pull up in the alleyway. Oh my God. Is that a Rolls-Royce?! I have seen them around Rodeo Drive. You don't see those cars around Venice Beach.

I walk down the stairs. The driver gets out. He is an Asian man dressed in a sharp black suit. "Hello Ms. Salamuri," the driver says as he opens the door for me. I want to ask him a million questions. Instead, I keep my mouth shut and get inside of the car.

The driver doesn't waste a second. He trots back into the driver's seat and takes off. I look around the the interior of this car. This doesn't even look like the inside of a car. I feel like I am inside someone's home.

I notice my reflection in front of me. It takes me a few seconds to see the glass divider between myself and the driver. The driver speeds onto Venice Boulevard, headed towards Santa Monica. Perhaps we are going back to the office and Mr. Peak is simply kind enough to offer me a ride? No, I think there is something else going on here. Dammit. I just need to sit back and enjoy being in the backseat of a $400,000 car.

Right now, I'm not as nervous as I was an hour ago. Sitting inside this exquisite automobile can really calm a girl. I lean back and look out of the window. As we sit at a light, I notice all the other drivers staring at the Rolls-Royce They are probably wondering who is sitting back here. For a moment, I actually start to feel like a rich and important human being. I like the feeling!

The Rolls-Royce turns onto Lincoln Boulevard. It's obvious now that we are not headed towards the office. I keep looking at the other drivers as they gawk at the ultra-luxury sedan. I really don't want this feeling to end.

The driver makes a right turn right onto Ocean Park Boulevard, headed east away from the ocean. Perhaps Mr. Peak lives in Beverly Hills or Bel-Air? Maybe I am headed to his mansion? My insides begin to tingle with anticipation.

The car begins to slow down and make a turn into an unfamiliar place. Where is this? I look up and see a sign that says,Welcome to Santa Monica Municipal Airport. As a resident of Venice Beach, I am used to seeing the private jets fly overhead as they depart and land at this little airstrip. It's a place where all the rich and famous keep their private jets. And I certainly never thought I would have any business being here.

The Rolls-Royce parks next to an aircraft hangar. The driver gets out and opens the door for me. I step out of the car and look at the driver. He leads me to the front of the hangar where I see Mr. Peak with his as**sistant.

The billionaire is wearing wraparound sunglasses. He looks even more imposing than yesterday. Mr. Peak is talking to his as**sistant. Then the billionaire looks right at me and motions for me to come over. I get so excited that I want to run right into his arms.

"Good morning, Sarah," Mr. Peak says to me.

"Good morning, Sir."

"We should be going in about ten minutes."

"Going where?"

"We are headed to Maui."

Maui?! I don't even have a change of clothes. I begin to get all flustered. The as**sistant directs a couple of baggage handlers to a large private jet about a hundred yards away from us. Mr. Peak is tapping messages into his iPhone. As he focuses on his phone, he says to me, "Don't worry about a change of clothing. All of that will be provided for you."

I smile. It looks like we are headed on some sort of vacation. Well, all he had to do was ask. I begin to get very comfortable. Heck, I am almost playful at this point. I look up at the six-foot five billionaire and ask, "So what are we going to do in Maui?"

Mr. Peak places his right hand on my back and leads me to the jet. "We are going on a business trip. It won't feel like one. But, trust me, I don't fly thousands of miles out of pure recreation. This is going to be your first and last chance to prove your worth to me."

Those final words shook me. That fleeting moment of fear is quickly diminished when Mr. Peak leads me aboard his private jet. Much to my surprise, he allows me to board first. This is his first real act of chivalry. Perhaps this is turning into a relationship of mutual respect. Yeah, right. I'm his boss. And in every respect, I am his bitch.

When I step onboard the jet, this stunning Nordic goddess of a woman welcomes me. She must be about six feet tall with platinum blonde hair and impossibly long legs. In short, this stewardess is super-model beautiful. I am jealous.She is not going to make a move on my man.

The stewardess welcomes me aboard with a wide smile. I give her a guarded nod and look around at the most opulent interior of any aircraft I have ever seen in my life. The jet is looks like it cost more than what I could possibly make in a lifetime.

Mr. Peak comes onboard. He is so tall that his head nearly touches the ceiling of the craft. He makes his way to a big, leather chair near the rear of the plane. I grab the seat right across from him. I wish I could be sitting closer.

Right when I sit down, that tall blonde stewardess serves Mr. Peak a drink. That bitch, I bet she is going to make a move on him. She is so f**king gorgeous it is starting to piss me off. Dammit. I need to calm down. After all, Mr. Peak said this is going to be a business trip.

My billionaire boss turns off his phone and focuses his concentration on his drink. However, he doesn't place the glass towards his lips. "May I serve you a drink?" the tall stewardess asks me.

"I'll have a Rum & Coke."