Billionaire Daredevil In Love

Clayton.

Trent had been with me when I ordered the men to abduct Nadine, have her bound and brought to the mansion. He had stood quietly as Nadine pleaded, while I delivered the harsh sentence to keep her locked up, her punishment for humiliating me.

Now he sidled up to me.

“What are you going to do to her, man?” He said, pouring bourbon into two glasses before passing one to me.

“What the fuck does it look like?” I asked as I took the glass from him.

“Surely, you’re not serious,” he said, a look of concern etched on his face.

I sniggered in response, tossed my head, and poured the drink down my throat.

“What?” He spoke.

“Come on now, Clayton. Your sex slave, for six months?”

I nodded and sniggered again.

“No one gets away with humiliating me,” I reminded him in a low but menacing voice. “Nadine fucked with me, and I’ll get back to her in the worst way possible.”

“Now, that’s just messed up, Clayton, it creeps me out” Trent uttered in disagreement.

“I have other plans, though,” I revealed.

He sighed in response.

I glanced at him, and there was a look of resignation on his face; it was almost comical.

“What other sick ideas do you have running in your head?” He questioned.

“I’m going to mentally torture her,” I revealed.

“Psycho.”

“What the fuck does that even mean?” He implored with concern.

“You’ll see,” I replied with a smirk. I tipped the glass, emptied it into my throat, and walked away, knowing that Trent watched me as I left.

I still felt a residue of anger when I discovered that Nadine act was not only recorded but posted it on the internet.

Who is behind this?

One of my workers?

I will have he culprit fired as soon as I wrap my hands around things.

I walked towards the basement where she would have been kept. It’s a large room – red and in the basement where I often took women to. The room had a large bed, and there were different sex toys all over the place. Plus, the lighting was dim, to enhance the sexual energy that I wanted to suffuse the place.

I pushed the door open.

“Who, who is it?” I heard her say.

Almost a whimper.

“Look at you,” I taunted. “You are not so brave now, girl, are you?”

She was kneeling next to the bed, her hands tied at her back. Her eyes were blindfolded, but her gag was not on.

“Clayton?” She said with tears in her voice. “Oh my god, Clayton, I am so sorry. I never would have. I mean, I didn’t mean to. Please, let’s start again. We got off on the wrong foot. We can-”

“Shut up!” I roared giving her a start. “Shut the fuck up before you get me pissed off again.”

She began to cry softly.

I sat on the bed next to her and looked at her face. She was a good-looking girl; I still felt the desire for her through my body. I ran my hand through her hair.

“So, while you’re here, we’re going to have some fun,” I whispered.

“Please, don’t hurt me,” she begged.

“Oh, no, I won’t hurt you, baby.”

She breathed heavily, ravishing fear.

I crouched beside her and took off her blindfolds.

Staring fixedly into her hazel eyes, I said, “We’re going to have a whale of a time, Nadine, after this, you will beg for my touch throughout your wretched life.”

Nadine.

He slid the blindfold down, and I was suddenly faced with him. The smell of alcohol on his breath wafted into my nostrils.

“Please, Clayton, I’m begging you,” I told him. “I have a sister, a teenager. She can’t survive without me.”

“Oh, I’m sure she’ll be fine,” he said with a shrug.

“No, she won’t,” I said, trying to sound firm. “She depends on me for everything, can’t even make her breakfast.”

“Well, I guess that’s too bad, then, because you’re going to be here for a while,” he said, rising from his haunches and walking towards the house wall where a flagellum was hung to a hook.

The entire room was painted in red. I had never been in such a room before, but immediately I looked around, I knew what it was used for.

“Perverted bastard,” I said under my breath.

“What did you say?” He inquired, turning his head. He turned back to the flagella, admiring it like it was some trophy, and my mind turned to Anna.

She would be back from school and would be worried as well as hungry.

Clayton walked to my front and crouched.

“Not only did you steal from me, but you also humiliated me,” he said with a fierceness as if he was just discovering it.

“I never knew it was recorded, why punish me alone?”

My brows furred with gaze fixed on her.

“And I said I am sorry,” I continued, tears running down my cheeks. “This is too much, Clayton. This is an abduction. You could get prosecuted.”

He let out a deep, long laugh.

“By whom?”

“Who the fuck knows you’re here, bitch? And don’t forget, I am Clayton Rocco, the tycoon. Even if the cops get to know, my money can help me evade justice, so forget about that nonsense, you are doomed, and I am your god here.”

He left the room, and I heard the door click as he locked it.

My stomach grumbled.

I had not had anything to eat in a while. I hoped Clayton was bluffing when he said I would be his sex slave for six months; that was too long. The darkness of the room would affect my eyes. I started to cry again when I thought about Anna. I must have fallen asleep because when I heard the door click again, I woke with a start.

The door opened, and Clayton and a buxom woman stepped inside. The woman had a wry smile on her face.

“What is going on?” I ask, looking from Clayton to the woman.

“Surprise, bitch!”