On His Orders (The Billionaire's Way 1)

My body begins to shake. I break free from the blonde and grab Mr. Peak. I start to unbutton his shirt. This catches him completely by surprise. The blonde grabs my hands and pins them behind my back. Fuck, I want that man!

“Let me go! I want him! I want him now, bitch!” I yell. I’ve never felt like this in my life. My body has this animalistic rage.This blonde is keeping me from Mr. Peak. I break free and attack the stewardess. She is easily six inches taller than me. I rip open her blouse and try to choke her out.

I feel the strong arms of my boss lift me off of the ground. He throws me down onto the seat. He pushes the back of the seat all the way down until I am lying on my back. The entire six-foot, five inch frame of this hulking billionaire is on top of me. I am still fighting. I am still f**king crazy.

Mr. Peak looks at me. It’s the kind of look that needs no words. He wants me to stop fighting. Like a faithful little girl, I stop and give Mr. Peak my full attention. “Why would you do such a thing young Sarah?”

“I wanted you. She was holding me back.”

“So you violently attack a woman who could easily snap you into two.”

“If that’s what it takes to get you on top of me. Yes.”

I look to the side and see the blonde buttoning her blouse back up. Surprisingly, the stewardess is not as shaken up as I thought she would be. Mr. Peak grabs my chin and forces me to make eye contact with him.

He kisses me.

“I am very proud of you, cupcake. You are showing your loyalty to me. You are entitled to a little reward,” he says as he kisses my neck.

Mr. Peak runs his tongue down to my chest.

Then he moves lower.

And lower.

Oh f**k!

I close my eyes as the billionaire runs his tongue into the place where I want it most. I claw the leather chairs and grit my teeth. I arch my back. Dammit, he’s not good. He’s the f**king best. I moan. I scream. I cum.

Now, I begin to cry. A man has never run my mind, my body and my soul through such a gauntlet of emotions. All I know is that I will do anything for Mr. Peak. I would die for him.

The billionaire stands up and calmly grabs a drink. The blonde puts on her jacket and gets back to work. I just lie there feeling my heart bang against my chest. I slowly pull the seat into the upright position. No one seems to be concerned that I am sweaty and completely nak**ed. So I just sit there, basking in the afterglow of orgasm.

It takes me about five minutes before I get self-conscious and decide to get dressed again. The blonde stewardess serves me a glass of cold water as though we didn’t just fight to the death less than 30 minutes ago. Weird.

Just as I down that ice cold water, Mr. Peak swivels my chair so that I am facing him. I straighten my posture and give my boss the full attention he deserves. “You have shown yourself to be a worthy student. Your real test is now ahead of you.”

“What do you expect of me, Mr. Peak?”

My boss reaches into his pocket and pulls out a gold coin. “What do you know about gold?”

“It makes really nice jewelry and I know it’s worth a lot of money,” I say meekly.

“Gerald Lovell owns more of this than any private citizen in the world. He owns gold as physical bullion. But more importantly, he owns hundreds of mines on five continents. He is obsessed with owning every gold mine he can possibly get his hands on.” Mr. Peak puts the coin back into his pocket and takes a sip of his Vodka. “Some of my spies tell me that Mr. Lovell is about to buy a major mining company. I want to know the name of that mining company. I plan to buy that company out before Mr. Lovell has the chance to put in his bid. That’s where you come in.”

“How may I as**sist you, Mr. Peak?” I ask ever ready to serve my master.

“Mr. Lovell loves gold, he loves alcohol and he loves women.” My billionaire boss leans in and grabs my hand. “And he particularly likes young, naive looking girls like you. As soon as we arrive at Mr. Lovell’s estate, he will want to f**k you. Your job will be simple - get him drunk, find out the name of that junior mining company and then come back to me with that information. As far as Sir Gerald knows, I am just flying into Maui to look at acquiring some property. But the real mission is to acquire information from Sir Gerald. That’s your mission, Sarah.”

I smile. I am so ready to please Mr. Peak. “Consider it done, Sir.”

Mr. Peak stands up. He walks to the back of the plane. What the hell is he doing? My boss reaches into a bag and pulls out what appears to be a horse whip. He walks back to his chair and holds the whip in his hand. I am nervous. I am exhilarated.