Page 21 of The Billionaire

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I was scared as hell. All fun and games I just experienced or fantasized of happening just dissipated at the bizarre, yet rude awakening of the woman’s dire warning—to never come back to this place. These men had iron strings attached to their money. Whatever that meant.

She had warned me with such a look, and her hissing warning said it all; she knew what she was talking about. But what did she know? And why did she feel the need to share that with me? Did she warn everyone? Why me?

I couldn’t even sort through my thoughts because I was now being led like a lamb to the slaughter. Having no say over one’s supposed destruction. I was consumed in complete fear.

Dammit.

I had just begun to enjoy myself. To think I earned an easy tuition payment! But now, oh hell no. It all came crashing down.

Thanks smoky eyed makeup artist whoever the hell you are. You ruined everything.

Maybe she’s looking out for you. Maybe you’ll thank her later.

I sighed heavily as I was led out of the bathroom and past the sex-capade games of which I participated in two rounds and enjoyed a deserved swelling orgasm. They were on round four but I couldn’t bring myself to care; my knees were shaking from fear. Finally we passed the large group of men and entered a grand expansive wing decorated with giant oil paintings framed beautifully that must have cost tens of thousands of dollars and exquisite breathtaking statues of winged creatures and angels. There was not a single soul in sight in the long, wide hallway dressed with marble floors. At the end of the hall a flight of stairs waited that separated midway to the left and to the right.

“Alright, sweetie. Just walk down that wing and then up that large stair case and you’ll be in your wing.”

But do I turn to the left or to the right? I wanted to question. But it was too late. With that simple instruction, she spun on her heels and with all emotion aside, she left me.

It was a very quiet eerie walk. Like one walking the plank, knowing once they reached the end, it was time to jump and plummet to their imminent death, I knew once I made it to the top of the stairs, there was no turning back. I just wish I knew what the depths of water held for me.

I took a few timid steps down the hall.

I could hear giggling, the sound of a whip, a woman nearing an orgasm, so I looked up towards the high ceiling that extended high above a hundred feet into a beautiful mosaic painting. It was then I noticed the wrap around railing above me on the second floor that looked below to the hallway in which I walked. It wrapped entirely around in a rectangle. If anyone were by the railing at this moment, they would see me. But no one was there.

I could only hear the sounds.

Click, clank, click, clank, the sound from my high heels remind me of my attire. My hand traced the fabric along my sides of my corset-like red lingerie. I have never worn anything so ridiculously risqué in my life. I stopped at the bottom of the marble railing as if to keep from tossing my cookies. Moment of truth—the red wing of passion here I come.

I breathed deeply in and out to control my breathing. The thought crossed my mind that maybe I should just get rip-roaring drunk so I wouldn’t remember anything. But I didn’t see any of those silly lingerie servers. Not yet anyway.

But just as I entertained the thought further, I saw a tall man in a mask arrive at the top of the stairs and he appeared to be staring at me.

I gulped.

This was awkward. I knew he was staring at every inch of my body, undressing me with his mind. With each step I climbed, I swallowed back fear and tried to conceal my shaking. Finally, I stopped at the top of the stairs and he held out his arm to me, his red cufflinks sparkling in the light from the candles in the cast iron lanterns that had such a medieval feel to them.

Timidly, I looped my arm in his as we walked down a hardwood floor with a red liner. It was him, right? I wanted to ask him, but I was afraid to ask questions in fear of being found out.

Sexy music played with no words. Just electric sounds set to hypnotic beats with the occasional breathy moan from a woman. To the left and right of us were what appeared to be cabana rooms with sheer curtains hanging, similar to the ones down stairs that covered the small sitting area that I shared with my bidder, but these were so sheer I could see the silhouettes of couples and several threesomes, in each room engaging in their sexual acts.

Some acts made me want to stop and just plain stare. I had so much to learn!

I had never seen this before but I saw a man clamp what appeared to be a chain over a curvy woman’s nipples. Her wrists were tied and hooked above her head, as he clamped down on her nipple, she cried out as he kissed her collarbone, chuckling into her neck.

“Don’t you trust me?” He said as he clamped the other nipple. She cried out once more.

I shivered. Could I ever like something like that? I wondered.

To the right of me, I briefly saw a woman going down on a man as another woman lay beneath her going down on her.

Now that really made me want to stop and stare. I imagined what that might be like for a moment as we passed a few more rooms, and couldn’t believe myself entertaining such a thought. But why not explore?

We passed a few more moans and cries until we turned down a hallway. I felt so aroused. My nipples hardened immensely and my inner walls were blazing with the need to be filled again. I tried to dismiss the rising need but I couldn’t. It was just there, plain, apparent, like a giant elephant in the room staring at me.

There was no denying its’ presence.

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