THE BILLIONAIRE'S PLAY TOY

WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS AND IS NOT LIMITED TO:

- Violent subject matter.

- Mature Language.

- Discussions about things including self-harm, thoughts of suicide, and emotional, physical and sexual abuse. (Content warnings are always posted at the beginning of chapters containing sensitive subject matter, but please still be aware of this before choosing to read my story).

- Explicit sexual content: This book does contain various aspects of a BDSM relationship and is a reverse harem story. Sexual content may include, but is not limited to: spanking, bondage, blindfolding, impact play, oral sex, temperature play, humiliation, triple penetration, knife play, degradation, breath play, dacryphilia, foursomes, begging, sensory play, orgasm control, squirting, anal play, the use of various types of sex toys, role play, exhibitionism, consensual non-consent (CNC), and masturbation.

(Please note that all characters partaking in these acts are fully consenting adults).

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Monday mornings are the worst.

To be honest, I can't recall the last time I enjoyed a Monday.

At ten in the morning, I already have to suppress the temptation to jump from a bridge.

Alright, it makes sense. I know that seems theatrical, but I swear to god that the universe is against me right now.

Please understand that while I love my partner dearly, there are moments when I question how on earth he was accepted to college.

The moron decided it was OK to turn off my 8:00 am alarm this morning and set his own instead. Naturally, it was scheduled for one hour later than I need. What the heck was going through his mind, really? Let's not get too carried away. Nothing at all, I would venture to suppose.

His alarm was set to wake him up so he could go to the gym, but if I returned home later and found him in the same spot-on the couch-I wouldn't be the least bit shocked.

It's reasonable to say that our recent interactions have sometimes been tense. Once again, I have to remind myself that things will improve if I just give it a little more time. Aiden was lovely, and that's enough for me, even if our relationship was never one of those really romantic relationships you see in movies. Even after everyone else departed, he stayed put.

But in spite of all of this, his stupidity this morning caused me to miss a customer meeting. In addition, I tore my stockings off when I tripped over almost nothing due to my poor coordination. It was simply coffee I wanted. Is that asking for too much?

I go up to The Horizon, a little café close to my residence, and grasp the door handle. This is my one and only source of enjoyment right now. Soon after I moved to New York, I found it, and I've been going there every day ever since.

The aroma of freshly baked bread and coffee grinds fills the sleek decor as soon as I open the door.

A recognizable voice asks, "Cindy, is that you?" from the supply closet at the rear.

Not only is the owner, Jolene, the most generous person I have ever met, but she's also perhaps the scariest. I'm just glad I have her favor because, even at her advanced age, I think she's still capable of making the hardest-bitten men weep.

I go to where she is speaking and say, "Hey, Mrs. Sawyer." I notice her little frame peeking around the corner, facing me and standing with her arms folded.

She asks, "What did I tell you, dear?" in a tone that is not entirely cautionary.

I instantly corrected her, realizing what she meant, "Hey, Jolene." She insisted on being addressed by her first name for some reason, which I don't understand. I cannot exactly figure out why, but my remark made her grin. She got off the footstool she was standing on and jumped down, holding a new bag of coffee beans tightly in her arms.

Jolene asks me, "What brings you here at this time of day?" as I pick up the burlap bag and bring it to the counter.

I moan inwardly when I am reminded of what happened today.

"Aiden turned off my alarm, so I had to reschedule the meeting I had initially arranged for 9:00. I'm about to head home now to see him, but I am definitely going to need a coffee in me before that happens."

Jolene lets out a disgusted sigh, and before she even says anything, I already know what's going to come out of her lips.

"Why do you stay with that boy? We both know he has the IQ of a rock and it's not like he's giving you any good di-"

Jolene was going to say something, but I cut her off with, "Jolene." that's not necessary to say that, even if she's correct. It was just a reminder of how lacking in touch I am.

That's an additional aspect of Jolene. She is as direct as they come.

I begin, feeling compelled to stand up for him, but I'm interrupted, "He's ni-"

"Let me guess. He's nice to you?"

"Yes and he treats-"

"Treats you well? Sweetie, I hate to break it to you, but that's just another way of saying he's boring."

I quit resisting because I know she's right, but Aiden is all I've ever known. He's secure. I can rest easy knowing that he would have left me by now if he was going to, because everything that is messed up about me has already been made public. Regardless of the amount of baggage I may have, Aiden wasn't put off by it.

Most of them were.

I've had an extremely difficult year. My dad vanished over seven months ago, and he hasn't been seen or heard from since. After reviewing his file, the police responded very immediately, classifying the case as one involving a voluntarily missing person. Even though it wasn't unusual for men in the village where I grew up to suddenly disappear, I knew that my dad wouldn't go without a cause.

The majority of people believe that my father is a cold-blooded monster, and I have to confess that he was something of one, yet never once did I feel unsafe or mistreated growing up. In fact, just the reverse. As soon as I could walk, dad started teaching me how to defend myself.

I still clearly remember dad telling me on my seventh birthday that he wouldn't be here forever and that all I would have to depend on was myself once he was gone. He also showed me how to handle a pistol for the first time that day. That was his gift to me.

Does this reveal anything about my father's parenting style? It does, indeed, indeed. Though he's insane, he was also my closest buddy. I also understood that it would be very difficult to find out where he went because of this. Unless he wanted them to, no one discovered him. All I can do is hope he chooses to come out of hiding, or that he makes a mistake and exposes himself.

We've been attempting to find him for the past four months with my PI's assistance, but each dead end only makes me feel more and more frustrated.

I remain with Aiden for that reason. My life has been changing so much lately that I'm tired of it. Right now, he's the one thing that is constant, and I wasn't ready to lose that just yet.

Jolene goes on, without replying to her earlier statement.

"You're twenty three years old. You should be going out to clubs and meeting new people. Let yourself live a little. Before you know it, you'll be old like me, wishing you would have just loosened up more while you still could."

That made me grin a little. Although I would have liked to have disagreed with her, the fact is that I would be lying if I claimed to have a fulfilling social life. I used to hang out with my pals a lot, but I haven't had the opportunity to meet any new people since coming here. Aiden would much rather have me remain at home with him than go out much. I don't need the same things that happened before.

We used to live in Denver, and it was the last time I went out to a club without him. He told me off for dressed like a whore when I got home that night, and he wouldn't sleep in the same bed with me for more than a week after that. That night, I sobbed uncontrollably, but in the end, he realized his mistake and expressed regret.

I realize that what he stated doesn't make sense, but right now, I can't even recall what my life was like before he entered it. That's why I decided to let it go.

I decided it was about time to go home, so I got a takeaway cup and made a big pot of coffee for myself, figuring I would probably need it. Jolene gave me a look as I reached into my handbag to get some cash.

She whispers to me, "Don't even think about it."

Before she could object, I took a five-dollar note and slipped it into her tip jar out of a lack of want to quarrel. Grinning, I made my way around the counter and gave Jolene a cheek kiss, erasing the pout that had been on her face a few moments before. Gripping a clean cup of coffee in one hand and my purse in the other, I turn to face the door.

I happily say, "Bye, Jolene."

Using Aiden as an example, she says, "Have fun with V." (V is short for Vanilla).

After scoffing at her remark, I shut the glass door behind me.

I climbed into my little black vehicle, fastened my seat belt, and turned on the radio. The five-minute journey home was over. It doesn't take long for me to find myself parked in my driveway, reaching across to get my coffee and pocketbook from the passenger's seat. I go outside and close the door with my foot before approaching the front porch. I open the front door, which is already open.

Do you recall when I said that Mondays were the worst? Yes, the sight that was playing out in front of me was the icing on the cake.

As I slammed the front door behind me and dropped my handbag on the floor, I exclaimed, "What the hell, Aiden!"

I had come to terms with the reality that today was just a terrible day and that I should go to bed to get over it, but I never anticipated returning home to see my two-year boyfriend fucking what I imagined to be Barbie's human form.

That is the issue with guys. Half of them, I swear to God, are just capable of thinking with their dicks. Rather of forcing me to see this, I would prefer if he would simply end our relationship.

Startled, Aiden threw the bitch off his lap and yelled, "Baby?" "What are you doing home already?"

As Aiden fumbled for his trousers and the female slid on his shirt, I simply stood there dumbfounded. I could feel my fury rising, and I thought at that very moment how difficult it would be to escape punishment for murder.

I heard someone call in the background subliminally, "Cindy!"

It can't possibly be that difficult. It may not be a waste of time to watch all those Dateline episodes after all.

"Cindy?" asks once again, jolting me out of my irrational but somewhat idealistic reverie.

"Some asshole turned off my alarm and caused me to miss my meeting this morning." I reply with reproach. "You want to tell me why I walked into my own house to find you with another girl?"

The girl smirked and added, "Listen, sweetheart, you can't blame him for finding someone to fulfill the needs that you can't meet." Oh my. She has a high-pitched, whining voice that is almost as artificial as her breasts.

I turn to face her and see her giving me a distasteful look as she looks up and down.

Really?

"At least I don't rely on sleeping with already taken people to feel good about myself."

A frown took the place of her smirk.

Try me, bitch.

While it's true that we didn't have much sex, I don't blame him for not knowing how to make a female complete. I am unable to determine at this time whether the individual lacks technique or if there is a problem with me. It's probably the later of the two, I think. Why this lady over here feels that having a sexual relationship with him has done anything is beyond me.

She can take Aiden if she wants him, even if I'm upset and furious. I'm not going to spend my time fighting for someone who doesn't want me anymore.

Aiden begged, obviously experiencing the waves of wrath rolling off of me at the moment, "Baby, please don't be mad. I can fix this." I had a strange feeling. Normally, in situations like these, I would simply give up, but this time, I knew I could no longer put up with Aiden's nonsense. My body was now overflowing with pent-up emotions, and I was going to let them all out, which would leave me frustrated and angry in its aftermath.

"Don't call me baby! You lost that privilege the second I walked through this door!"

"Mads, come on. Don't be like that."

"Be like what exactly? Pissed off that my boyfriend cheated on me? It's okay if you lost interest in me, but you should have just ended things."

Aiden said, "Come on, you don't have to be-" but I interrupted him because I was done listening to him.

"How long have you been seeing her?"

With a desperate tone, Aiden said, "This is the first time," and Blondie countered, "Six months."

I try to keep my tears from streaming down my cheeks by cocking my head back a little. I completed the calculation quickly in my brain. That coincided with my dad's disappearance. I suppose my baggage was ultimately what drove him leave. Does it imply that she relocated to New York at that time as well? This is really flawed. I inhaled deeply and pushed the tears back. He is not deserving of them.

I tell him just that.

"Cindy, please. You don't need to be so dramatic. I love you, baby, you know this."

Barbie intervened herself before I could reply.

"As entertaining as this is, I have somewhere to be, so I'm going to head out."

She looks away from me and enters my room, coming out a moment later with her heels, a red bra, and her underwear. Now I'm beginning to feel queasy. In the bed I've slept in countless times, he fucked her?

She gives Aiden a little wink before turning to go without a word.

There's an uneasy moment between Aiden and myself, neither of us sure what to say next.

It was me who broke the quiet. I move from my post by the front entrance for the first time since I arrived, saying just, "We're done."

Aiden exclaimed, "What, no!" but I decided to ignore his fits of hysteria. He comes walking behind me, toward what used to be our bedroom. The white sheets I had left folded neatly in their corners this morning are now piled high on the floor. I believe I will get ill.

I suppress my feelings once again and shut my closet doors, blocking out the guy behind me as he cries. How daring this man is. He cheated on me first, and now he feels entitled to weep when I tell him I'm leaving. The worst thing about this is that, heaven knows how long this would have gone on behind my back, if I hadn't returned home early.

Disregarding his ceaseless but pointless cries, I reach for my lavender-colored duffel bag from my closet's top shelf. I don't care that I'm creating a mess as I jam as many clothing into it as I can. Aiden is able to tidy it. This should last me for the next several days, even though I know I'll need to return shortly to get the rest of my belongings.

After eventually toning down his pitiful sobbing, Aiden says, "Where are you going to go?" "It's not like you have any family here."

I shot back, "Yeah, and who's fault is that exactly?"

Aiden was working for the local police department when we first met, and I was halfway through my Bachelor of Fine Arts in Photography. After we ran into one other at a bar, things got so bad that the following morning I woke up in his bed. He made me grin as no one else has ever smiled, even if the sex was poor. That satisfied me plenty at the moment.

I quickly grabbed a few things from my bathroom, packed my suitcase, and made my way to the front door.

He says, "Where are you going?" but I turn my back on him. It would be best if I could depart sooner.

"Cindy."

"Are you listening to me?"

"I said, where are you going?"

"Hello?"

"Stop!" Aiden yells out of the blue, his voice now laced with rage. His tears have entirely disappeared and have been replaced with wrath. "You don't get to leave after everything I've done for you. You have nothing without me. No family. No friends. You are nothing without me."

Oh my, how did I allow myself to become so naive that I've just now come to see how devious he is? I really had to leave this place. He puts his bulk in front of me as I attempt to go toward the front door, obstructing my route and the sole exit from the home.

I shouted, trying to weave past Aiden, but finally failing. "Get the fuck out of my way, Aiden."

I move to try again, but he grabs me and pushes me till my back is up against the front door, pinning me with his bulk.

"She means nothing to me. You're the one that I want. I love you," he adds humbly, as if he believes that his gentler tone would somehow soothe me. "You're overreacting over nothing."

At his remarks, I gave up fighting to break free from his hold. That's an additional aspect of Aiden. With him, everything was wonderful until it wasn't. He was very charming at first, and he never failed to make me laugh, even when I didn't believe it was possible. I was serious about him for the first time ever. But he was also the one who showed me how hurtful words can be and how to make me feel unworthy.

I'm quite weary of being injured.

Even though Aiden wasn't my first boyfriend, my heart has always been more committed in the relationship than my partner's, even in the past.

I mistook his controlling and poisonous actions for acts of love and protection. It is remarkable that within an hour, I went from standing up for Aiden in front of Jolene to packing my things with the intention of never seeing him again. I will no longer allow anyone to treat me unfairly or reduce me to nothing.

That's why, as soon as Aiden's hold on my waist relaxed, I shifted slightly to open a little space between us and raised my knee to meet his crotch. Oh no. That was a pretty nice feeling.

Aiden twitches with agony, but I'm not done yet. I strike my right hand straight at the side of his jaw, without even giving him a time to recover from the initial hit.

Aiden drops to his knees and chokes out, "You fucking bitch."

I tighten my grasp on my duffel bag's strap and sprint out the door, doing my best to ignore the sharp agony that shoots through my palm. I find my vehicle where I left it and insert my key into the ignition, but it takes a few tries for it to start.

I hear the familiar buzz of the engine starting up on the third try. Without wasting any more time, I cross the curve and emerge into the road, getting a fleeting sight of Aiden.

I exhale loudly, feeling my heart palpably race in my chest. "Holy shit."

It's unbelievable that I just done that. With a broad grin on my face, I can still feel the excitement still pumping through my body, causing my hands to shake a little.

This seems like one of those pivotal times in life that may result in something quite amazing or something very awful.

I don't know where I'm going or how I'm going to make ends meet on my own, but right now I decide that none of that matters.

Anything is preferable than sticking with that guy, after all.

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