Dominated by the Billionaire: The Boxed Set (6 page)

She wanted to protest, assure him that she loved his gift. She'd never felt so alive as she did when she wore it. Even so, to come so hard that she passed out had never happened before. Perhaps he was right.

'Now, you just sit there and enjoy your drink. Pamela, we have so much to discuss.'

He leaned over to kiss her gently on the forehead, and she couldn't help but smile.

Something wonderful was about to happen...

WITH HIS CONSENT

DOMINATED BY THE BILLIONAIRE

by

Aya Fukunishi

Chapter One

'Pamela, I'd like to tell you a story about a young man with a peculiar gift. Are you sitting comfortably?'

Pam shifted deeper into the Chesterfield, burying herself in its thick stuffing. She'd never felt more comfortable in her life. 'Yes, please tell me,' she whispered contentedly. Robert Foster's rich, smooth voice flowed over her like honey.

'Well, this young man was fortunate enough to be born into money. Not a great amount, you understand, but his family had always been more than comfortable. He was blessed, you might say. Unfortunately fate has no respect for wealth, and tragedy can strike even the most affluent among us. The young man's parents were taken before their time, and he was left alone in the world. He had money, of course, and people who kept him safe, but it brought little consolation.'

Pam looked deep into his eyes and knew that Robert was talking about himself. She'd learned that his parents had been killed in a car accident when he was just twelve years old.

'In those first few terrible months the young man was distraught. Everything he'd ever known had been taken from him and he found himself, as the sole beneficiary of his parents' estate, in control of the family business. He was far too young to shoulder such a burden, but he soon discovered something that changed his life forever.

'He found that he had an almost preternatural gift for identifying
worth.
Some called it instinct, intuition or just plain luck, but for whatever reason this young man - this boy - found that he could glance at the balance sheet of any company, walk across a factory floor, and know
immediately
if the company was worth its stated value. It was a skill that analysts and speculators spend entire careers trying to perfect, and this young boy seemed able to do it without an ounce of training or experience.'

Robert sat back in his armchair and reached for the humidor beside it, selecting a thick Cohiba Behike. He rolled it between his fingers for a moment before lighting it with a long wooden match. The tip glowed cherry red as he puffed.

'In just a few years the young man became rich beyond his wildest dreams. By the time he graduated college he controlled a business empire almost unrivaled in history. He owned a fleet of private jets, luxury yachts, fast cars and homes everywhere from Jackson Hole to Manhattan to the Champs Élysées. He employed thousands of people around the world. There was nothing he couldn't do. Nothing he couldn't buy.

'But then he learned that his gift went even further. He learned that it wasn't only the worth of companies he could analyze, but
people.
He could meet a CEO and discover in a moment that he was out of his depth, or bump into a hot dog vendor on the street and surmise that he had the potential to change the world. And so he started investing in people. He hired people with no experience and watched them thrive. He put business leaders out to pasture to save them from their own inadequacies.'

The cigar smoke drifted towards the ceiling, filling the room with a rich, dark aroma.

'And that's how we come to you, Pamela. You may think that our meeting in the elevator was accidental, but you'd be wrong. In fact I've been watching you for months, Miss Rose. Earlier this year your name appeared on my desk as part of a cost cutting proposal. Your position at this company is, as I'm sure you already know, quite superfluous, and your superiors advised me to let you go.'

Pam's shock was plain to see. She knew her job was meaningless, but she had no idea she'd even been noticed. After eight years of anonymity she thought nobody even realized she existed.

'So I looked over your files, Pamela, and I did some digging. What I found was quite interesting. You came here out of college with high hopes that you'd climb the company ladder. You found yourself transferred after six months to the records department, where you've been ever since. You were on the management fast track, but eventually you requested to remain in your current role - no doubt as a result of the fact that your brother was released into your care from a drug rehab facility, and his ongoing psychological problems were too much of a burden to juggle with a management role. Am I right?'

Pam jumped in, speaking for the first time with a hint of anger in her voice. 'How do you know about my brother?' Only her closest friends knew she even
had
a brother, never mind that he'd been ordered into rehab after breaking into a neighbor’s apartment to fund his heroin addiction. Only Pam knew that his lifestyle had left him mentally unstable and in need of constant care.

Robert smiled demurely. 'I apologize for the intrusion, Miss Rose. Few doors are closed to those who can afford the key. I assure you that my curiosity extends only to you, not to your family. In any case the discovery was fortuitous. I've taken the liberty of extending your healthcare policy to cover your family. Your brother will receive the best care available.'

The instant she heard his words Pam felt an enormous weight lift from her shoulders and her eyes began to well up. For five years she'd cared for Thomas, putting her life on hold and spending more than she could afford to help him. The prospect of freeing herself from that crushing obligation was too much to consider. She couldn't believe it.

'Thank you,' she whispered, her voice catching in her throat.

Robert smiled warmly, waving away her thanks. 'Your recent troubles aren't what interest me, though. In fact your entire life seems to point towards the conclusion that you are an extraordinary woman beset with difficulties. Your parents, like mine, passed away while you were young. Your brother descended into drug use and petty crime but you, Pamela, worked two jobs to put yourself through college. Despite a no doubt punishing schedule you graduated s
umma cum laude
. Your work here, useless as it was, has always been exemplary, and your co-workers speak highly of you.

'After studying your files I came to the conclusion that you, Miss Rose, are just like me. If not for the poor hand life dealt you there's a good chance you could have been sitting in my chair.  The only remaining test was to meet you personally.' Robert chuckled. 'Of course I didn't intend our meeting in the elevator to be your evaluation, but the moment I saw you in person I
knew
you were the woman I've been looking for. I knew that you possessed the necessary qualities I sought. My instincts, Pamela, are never wrong.'

Pam was confused now. 'But what do you want me for? Surely you could have any woman you choose. Why me?'

'That may be so,' he replied, 'but I assure you my interest in you is not entirely sexual. Partly, of course, but not entirely. You're right in thinking that I could have my choice of women. I don't mean to sound arrogant, but it's a fact that many women are drawn to power. Unfortunately for me, I don't find most women at all exciting.

'You, however, intrigue me. I see great potential in you, and I find that extremely arousing. You could rule the world with the right guidance, and the prospect of dominating you, of putting you in positions that challenge you... that excites me in a way that no mindless supermodel ever could.'

Robert tapped a long length of ash into a thick glass ashtray on the table beside him, and sat back with his fingers steepled. 'So I offer you a proposal. You'll come to work on the 45th floor, effective immediately, where you'll begin your training with a view to eventually taking control of this company. Your salary as of today will increase to $400,000, and you'll receive all the perks of the executive level: a car and driver, a luxury apartment overlooking the Park, and various other shiny trinkets we offer to attract the best and the brightest.'

Pam was stunned into silence. She'd hardly heard a word beyond '45th floor'. She began to suspect she'd wake up at any moment down on 12, with Arnie flicking elastic bands across the room to shake her from her sleep.

'You... you want me to run the company? But I have no idea his to do anything like that. I work in the records department!'

Robert smiled. 'You'll learn, Pamela. I know you will. I'm never wrong in these matters.' He set his cigar down in the ashtray and leaned forward in his chair. 'And now we come to the second part of my proposal.
Quid pro quo,
Miss Rose. I'll give you all of this, but I expect something in return. You know you excite me, though I suspect you don't truly understand why. So, in return for control of this company and more money than you could dream of, I'd like you to become... well, the word 'slave' has such negative connotations. 'Pet' isn't much of an improvement, but I suppose it's appropriate.

'In short, I wish to take ownership of your body. You will belong to me to do with as I please, at any time of day or night. You must never question me or refuse to meet my demands. If you find these terms unacceptable you may return to the 12th floor and resume your duties. Your job will be safe, and your brother will receive the care he needs. This is a choice, Pamela. If you choose to be mine it will be of your own free will. I can wait for your answer, if you'd like to think it over.'

Pamela didn't need time to think. She knew what she wanted. She'd known since meeting Robert in the elevator. She'd known as she strode through downtown Manhattan with a dildo sliding in and out of her body. She'd certainly known as she lay under the conference room table with Robert's thick, rigid cock resting on her tongue. He was all she wanted.

She smiled devilishly. 'When do I start?'

Chapter Two

Pam tried to keep the smile from her face as the gray-suited Human Resources manager, Bill, fumbled with the settings on his camera. For five minutes he'd fiddled with the buttons and lens as if he'd never used it before, and all the while Pam had stood poker straight against the white wall as Robert's cum slid slowly down her inner thigh. He'd finished fucking her on the conference room desk just moments before calling in the fussy little man, and he'd ordered Pam to stay standing with a slim, miniature vibrator tucked into her panties until the photo was taken. He wanted to know, he said, every time he saw her new security pass that she'd been dripping with his juices just moments earlier.

'Just... just one more moment, Miss Rose. Sorry about this. My assistant usually takes the photos.'

Pam smiled warmly. 'That's quite alright. I appreciate you sparing the time.'
It's running past my knees now.
She couldn't believe the HR guy was unaware of what was going on. The room was rich with the smell of lust, and Pam knew she was covered in Robert's masculine scent. She could feel the vibrator pressing against her swollen, tender clit, and thanked God that it wasn't turned on.