The Scandalous Billionaires Collection (51 page)

She looked down at her buttoned up exterior
and regretted her decision to dress so business like for the
meeting. It would take a long time for her to be naked under these
circumstances, or at least it would feel like a very long time.

"I never watched you strip." She said,
clutching at a straw.

"That’s true." He said. "Go strip in the
bedroom--over there--and then come out here, naked. When you walk
through that bedroom door you should be naked." His voice was
matter of fact, but insistent. He left no doubt that he meant every
word he said.

Suzy turned to go.

"And don't be long." It was an order.

Suzy closed the door behind her and for
several long seconds she felt as though she had been given a
reprieve. She breathed a long sigh of relief. She still had her
clothes on. She put her hand to where the scar from her surgery lay
hidden under her clothes. She had allowed no-one to see it since
the day she had left hospital, since the last time the nurse had
dressed her wound, not even when she had stood semi-naked in a Hong
Kong hotel room with Jason and Melissa and security staff all
around her. Even then she had still been half covered with a
blanket.

How could this bastard ask her to do
this?

Her wound was another reason her sex life had
been nil since her recovery. Despite the fact that she looked and
felt better than ever when it came to anything physical she still
couldn't bear to have anyone go near that area. There was no pain,
but the fear of allowing anyone to see it, or God no… someone touch
it, especially a boyfriend…. that was unthinkable.

But she had already seen
his
body,
seen
his
scars, and not just any scars but the same
identical scar he bore for her.

"I'm waiting Suzy." His voice came through
the closed door, tight, measured, taut with restraint and
anticipation. "Don’t make me wait."

Why are you doing this Zachary?
She
felt tears well up and then choked them down.
Come on Suzy,
you're stronger than this.

She began to undress, briskly, as though she
were getting ready to change outfits to give a speech or an
address. In minutes her clothes were on the floor and she stood
naked in his bedroom. Like the living room, it was sparse. There
was a laptop on the table with the screen closed down. An instinct
sent her to take a look. So many things with Zachary had hinged on
stolen glances at other people's unguarded technology. Her bare
feet padded across the thickly carpeted floor and she clicked the
lid up. In a second the screen flashed on and she could make out a
clear image. It was the living room. She could see Zachary waiting.
He had set up a live feed so that everything would be safely
recorded. Her heart beat faster again, she could do this; do
whatever he asked and none of it would be on record, all she had to
do was cut the live feed and he would be none the wiser.

She watched as he stood up from the sofa and
impatiently ran his fingers through his hair. He looked nervous,
anxious.

"Suzy, your time is up. If you can't do this
then all you have to do is say the word."

He looked determined but also anguished, as
though he were trying to hold himself together. Was he as nervous
as her about this? The great billionaire who had made a fortune by
confounding people's expectations, solving the unsolvable? She
watched as he put his hand to the side where his own scar lay and
he gently circled his palm to the area. The effect was one she
could never have predicted. She felt the presence of her own scar
as though in response and her throat closed over, choking back
another tear. She shut down the application, clicked the laptop
shut and then strode to the door. She took one short, deep breath
to steady herself and then opened it without hesitation.

When she stepped into the living room she saw
nothing except the glare of light from his camera phone. Instantly
her nerves returned, she was shaking again. Her hand went
instinctively to her scar.

He had decided to film with his camera as
well, in order to reproduce as closely as possible the original
film.

"You're blinding me." she said, her voice
sounding frail and helpless.

"I'm sorry." He said coldly. "I'll turn a
light on." The light from the phone went to the floor as he stooped
to find the remote that would adjust the lighting. For a moment she
stood in darkness but then when the room gently filled with light
the effect was even worse, at least in the shadows she had been
partly hidden, now she was fully exposed.

When Zachary lowered his gaze and found the
naked form of the woman in front of him he stopped, his sensuous
lips just slightly opened as though ready to talk or to taste, but
no words came out. He dropped the remote to the floor and threw his
phone to the sofa behind him, his eyes locked to her form.

"Zachary… this is hard for me. You don't know
how hard…" Her hand was still to her side, covering her scar.

He didn't say a word. Instead, he removed his
jacket and then drew his shirt off over his head. His body was as
rock hard and ripped as it had ever been, every muscle defined like
an athlete's. Suzy watched as he turned from her and drew his
fingers slowly across the scar on his side before turning back to
face her again.

"I understand." He said, but was there
understanding in his voice? Or only an obsessive determination to
get even, to gain the upper hand and take control of another woman
he wanted in his bed. Maybe screwing the girl you gave a kidney to
was just another weird sexual kick in the sex life a man who had
probably done it all by now and had to seek out increasingly
bizarre scenarios just to avoid getting bored.

But could anyone really get off on this?
Surely there was more to this than just kinky sex?

"Come here." He said. "Come closer to me." He
wasn't holding the phone anymore, but didn't he still think his
live feed was recording in the other room? Perhaps he thought he
had fooled her into a sense of false security by holding up the
phone and then gallantly leaving it aside, but Suzy knew better. At
least this experience wouldn't be a part of his private collection
for all time.

She stepped closer to him, they were just a
few feet apart now and she could see his broad, tanned chest rising
and falling with the rapid beat of his heart. This man was
obviously straining to control himself; he was getting something
intense from this of this, but was he getting off on the control or
was he getting off on her?

Suzy took another small, careful step closer
and finally saw his deep brown eyes and how they watched her from
under the dark hoods of his eyebrows. He was intense with desire
and his eyes slowly travelled the length of her body from her
shoulders to her toes and back again. It felt like an electrifying
caress and when his hand darted out and snatched hers away from her
scar she was totally taken by surprise. In a second he had drawn
her to him and her naked body pressed against his.

The effect was breathtaking,
exhilarating.

"I want you." His voice hissed into her ear
and her back arched, her abdomen molding into his. She felt his
right hand caress across the small of her back sending shivers of
excitement through her body, into her belly and below, spreading
like wildfire through the aching nub of her clit and into her
thighs. His unstoppable, exploring fingers found their way around
to her side and caressed the skin that no-one had ever touched
before. He was delicate, loving. She reached around to his side
with her own hand and found his. It was just like hers except the
muscle and power beneath the flesh were nothing like her own soft,
pliant body. Fire coursed through her and she felt his body respond
to her need, his cock hardening rapidly against her. She opened her
thighs to draw him in, raising her legs from the floor to wrap
around him as his thick arm lifted her effortlessly from the floor,
crushing her inwards.

"Take me." She whispered into his ear and she
felt the groan of response from his voice, the release of months of
tension and desire matching her own. "I want you." She said louder.
He had lifted her across the room and now laid her down on the
bare, broad wooden table set in the middle of the room. Outside a
sea of Manhattan skyscrapers twinkled in darkness.

"Fuck me." She hissed loudly into his ear,
not even knowing the person she had become, from fearing to show
her body even to her own family now she was ready to take this
huge, mysterious man right here under the New York evening sky and
fuck everything else in this world.

Oh my God, oh my God, this is happening,
it's happening now.

"I'm free." she said breathlessly. Her head
was dangling off the end of the table and Manhattan was upside down
in front of her gaze as she felt Zachary's lips fight their way
lower down to her belly, her navel, her pubic mound and at last
between her legs. Her small hands and thin arms were of no use
against his appalling and thrilling desire. When his tongue forced
its way into her pussy she screamed out into the night.

"God yes, yes. No. Fuck me. I love you
Zachary, God damn it, fuck me, I love you."

The words were like fuel to the flame of the
man's desire. Her thighs clamped against his head but his huge arms
forced them apart and in the midst of the storm and struggle of
their love his tongue was an eye of calm, deft expertise, finding
her clit and laving with terrifying precision and intent.

"Zachary. Zachary… yes, yes. It’s too much,
my God…"

But he wouldn't be stopped. Her words were
useless, her actions pointless. He had finally won, after all this
time, after months of perverse and obsessed behavior he had been
vindicated yet again and taken this woman as his own. She was his
plaything and she was screaming his name, screaming that she loved
him while he worked her in silence. He was a being now entirely
focused on only one thing; getting his way, getting inside her and
fucking her into paradise. He wanted this night to be scarred into
her memory like the thick mark across her back.

"I--don't--care." She whispered between
gasps.

If this was losing the game to a Demovic
brother then who would ever want to win?

His head began to make its way higher again
and she felt his shoulders and chest rise between her thighs,
forcing them wider apart. His hands leaned down on the inside of
her knees and gently, but inexorably, forced them outwards, opening
her even more.

"You're mine now." He grunted into her belly
and she felt her back arch again with excitement. How many years
had it been since a man had been where Zachary Demovic was about to
make his mark?

She felt his hands claim her hips and she was
pulled in towards him. Her head lifted up onto the table to find
him
looking down at her with the same unflinching,
unwavering intensity that had disconcerted her since the day he had
first noticed her as something more than an invalid to be pitied;
since the day he had first seen her as a woman and as something
else to be coveted in his world of surfeit and excess.

Her eyes widened as she felt the massively
engorged tip of his cock press against her soft, wet, lubricated
flesh. Her breath rose within her like a full moon tide as he
pushed deeper, slower, methodically crossing the unspeakably
sensitive zone of her pulsating clit.

She screamed out incoherently, involuntarily
and watched her lover react, losing his self-control. The uber
self-contained man who had slowly but surely directed her against
her will, against her fears, against all her better judgment right
into his arms and onto the end of his cock now threw his head back
and roared like an unchained beast, half in agony, half in
ecstasy.

"Oh God, yes Suzy Price, fuck it, yes, at
last."

He looked wild but his thrusting was slow and
measured; he knew exactly what he was doing. He could only fuck her
for the
first
time once and then it would be over, this time
would never come again no matter how many times they made love, no
matter how wildly or how tenderly or how often. This was going to
last if it killed them both and as the waves of pleasure over took
Suzy's writhing body she wasn't sure that she would even survive
the experience.

She wanted to pull away, lessen the intensity
but he was holding her tightly and her arms against his were about
as effective as silk against the thick, immovable boughs of a tree.
There could be no tactical retreat, he was going to make her
experience this fully, here and now.

"Zachary, God--no--please."

He stared into her eyes, his mouth drawn
open, hungry for air, as he pushed still deeper inside her. There
seemed to be no end as his insatiable girth pushed the walls of her
channel apart. Each time he withdrew it felt like an age to her, a
relief of sorts, which was then followed by his even longer, slower
re-entries inside her, each one lifting her like a tiny boat on an
endless mid-ocean swell.

Her one experience of men all those years ago
had been nothing like this. Had they even been real men? Or was
Zachary something beyond a real man?

"I want you Suzy. Tell me you want me too. I
need to hear it."

He had stopped moving inside her, how far in
she couldn't tell but the ripples and eddies of pleasure seemed to
be moving everywhere at once from her toenails to the roots of her
hair. His body was still but his shaft was hot and pulsating inside
her. The heat was electrifying and then she was over the edge,
screaming in orgasm as he struggled to hold his own inside her.

"Say it." He gasped, desperately holding
himself back. Suzy continued to scream, clamping her channel
tightly to his shaft and making him groan in turn. Her orgasm was
too strong, she couldn't tell where she was anymore, the lights,
the sky, the hard surface below her and then she felt it again, he
was moving inside her, the length of his shaft sliding along her
straining clit, struggling to produce more orgasm in her already
wracked body, the massive bulb of his tip going ever deeper inside
her, how far she couldn't tell, pushing her beyond herself yet
again as orgasm followed thundering orgasm.