On His Orders (The Billionaire's Way 1)

This man is driving me crazy. I tear his shirt completely off and claw his massive back. He removes his pants and his boxers. Then he goes for my thong. Before I know it, my boss turns me over and starts to give me a nice, hard spanking.

Oh my God. I never want this to end. We start to f**k right there on the floor of the Gulfstream. Mr. Peak takes control and makes me forget all about the Aussie billionaire. In fact, I even forget that I’m on a damn airplane!

My eyes roll into the back of my head. I grab onto Mr. Peak’s massive arms as he gives it to me. We f**k for a nice long time. When we are done, my boss runs his hands over my face. Then we cuddle on the floor of the Gulfstream. I look over my boss’s incredible body. He is sculpted and massive. He chest is my mattress as I lie my head over his animal heart. The rest of the flight, needless to say, was a delight.

The flight went by quickly as my boss explored my body with his hands and his fingers. When we touch down in Santa Monica, I almost felt disappointed that I had to put my clothes back on. As far as I am concerned, I can be nak**ed around Mr. Peak all day, every day!

When Mr. Peak puts his suit back on, he gets right back into business. “We will be buying shares of Northwest Mining with our anonymous offshore accounts Monday morning. Sir Gerald will have no idea what’s going on. Sadly, I will not have the satisfaction of seeing the look on his face when he has to pay 20% more than he thought for that mine! Ha!”

We depart from the plane. I fully expect a car to take me back to my Santa Monica apartment. Instead, Mr. Peak leads me into his Rolls Royce Phantom. “You will be staying with me. My prized possession should not leave my sight.” Oh my God! I can’t believe Mr. Peak is taking me home with him.

The car speeds out of the airport, headed towards the coast. I rest my body on my boss’s right bicep. He looks down at me. “You’ve proven yourself, Sarah. Now, it is time to take this to the next level,” Mr. Peak says as he looks down at me. I immediately sit up and present my best posture as my boss talks business.

Mr. Peak looks out at the ocean as the Rolls Royce speeds down the Pacific Coast Highway. “What I have planned for you will be more than an information gathering mission. It will require your most cunning skills and a steely reserve.”

“I am ready to do anything for you, Sir.”

My boss leans in and puts his right hand on my shoulder.

“If you succeed, you will become a millionaire. If you fail, you could be killed in the most horrible way possible. We won’t be dealing with drunk Aussie billionaires. What I have planned for you is very dangerous and illegal. I am throwing you into the cauldron.”

I swallow hard and close my eyes. I picture a million dollars in cash in front of me. I also picture myself being shot, stabbed, choked, tortured, and set afire. Then I open my eyes. “I am prepared to do whatever you say.”

“Good girl.”

The Phantom rushes past a sign that welcomes us to Malibu. No turning back now.

Master & Student (Book 2)

Mr. Peak places his hands over my eyes. I do not dare speak. Though we have been together in the most intimate of ways, my boss can pounce and attack with the slightest perceived transgression. I feel the Maybach turning off the Pacific Coast Highway. I know we are headed to my boss’s Malibu Estate. However, I have no idea why he does not want me to see anything just yet.

The car stops. The door opens and my boss leads me out of the car with his hands over my face. I can feel the ocean breeze on my body. I can’t even begin to tell you how good that feels.

I feel myself walking over grass. We continue to walk and walk. My feet sink as I step into the soft powder of the Malibu beach sand. I giggle as the sand starts to slip into my shoes. “Behave yourself,” Mr. Peak orders. I obey.

We keep walking until I feel the sudden cool rush of water on around my ankles. “Ah!” I yelp as I jump into the air. Mr. Peak removes his hands from my eyes and there before me I view the Pacific Ocean.

I just stare at the water for a moment. Yes, I have seen the ocean during my countless walks on Venice Beach and in Santa Monica. But out here in Malibu, there is a sense of ownership of the water. There are no other people around. I turn around and see my boss standing behind me.

“You see that view. That’s what it is all about. See the world on your terms,” my boss lectures as he stands back, avoiding the incoming tide. My boss suddenly picks me up and carries me over his broad right shoulder. “Now, it’s time to take my new favorite possession back into my house.”

I laugh and kiss him on the neck. Then I look up at the house. Fuck! It’s a castle of concrete and glass. The design is masculine and imposing, just like Mr. Peak. I am almost certain that my boss designed that home himself.