On His Orders (The Billionaire's Way 1)

As Mr. Peak climbs the steps to his balcony, he seems to have no problem carrying me like a sack of potatoes. He reaches to the top of the stairs and takes me into his home. Then he tosses me onto one of his vanilla white leather sofas. “Get comfortable,” he says as I spill onto the furniture.

I collect myself and sit back on the sofa. I look out through the floor to ceiling windows and gaze at the Pacific Ocean. Mr. Peak grabs a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses. Wow. I think my boss is learning to become more of a romantic!

Mr. Peak pops open the cork and pours himself a glass. Then he hands me a glass and pours me some of that tasty looking red wine. “To yesterday’s victories and tomorrow’s conquest,” Mr. Peak says as he clink our glasses. I take a drink and sit back on the sofa.

My boss looks at me for a moment and doesn’t say anything. He looks down at my legs. His eyes move up towards my stomach and then my ti**ts. I am thrilled and nervous. This guy is an animal.

“I want to watch you take a bath,” Mr. Peak says as he begins to remove my clothes. I try to help him get myself nak**ed. He swats my hand away. “I’ll unwrap my little toy myself,” he says. Mr. Peak pulls off my dress. He pulls off my bra and slides down my thong. I sit there nak**ed and shaking slightly from the cool ocean breeze.

“The cool air is making your nipp**les hard. I like that,” Mr. Peak says as he leans in to lick my bre**asts. Mr. Peak stands up and grabs my hand, he leads me upstairs to his master bathroom suite.

God. I love the way Mr. Peak walks me around like his little slut. We climb up the stairs and arrive at the second floor where the California sunlight bathes my body. My boss takes me to his master suite. He spanks my as**s and orders me into the bathroom.

“Turn on the water and get inside,” he orders. I skip over to this massive jacuzzi tub and fill it with warm water. Mr. Peak is in the master bedroom. I dutifully watch the water rise to near the top of the tub. I turn off the water and step inside.

The water soothes my body after that five hour flight and forty minute drive from Santa Monica. My boss enters the room fully clothed carrying a chair as well as a small black bag. I wonder what he has planned for me now?

Mr. Peak sits on the chair and just stares at me. He points at the soap located on a little nearby dish. Oh, I get it. He wants to see me lather up. Well, I’ll be more than happy to accommodate him.

I grab the soap and tease my billionaire as I rub my body up and down. Mr. Peak seems pleased. He grabs that little black bag and unzips it. “You are certainly learning how to seduce me. Perhaps you will be ready for what I have planned for you next.”

“Yes?” I ask.

Mr. Peak pulls out a gun and points it at my head. I scream. He grabs my neck.

“How do you feel?! How do you feel right now?!”

“I’m scared!” I yell as tears roll down my cheek.

Mr. Peak slaps me across the face.

“Don’t be scared!” he orders.

I slowly calm down. I wipe the tears from my cheek and try my best to maintain a normal breathing pattern. “You recovered faster than I thought,” my boss says as he puts the gun away and sits back down.

I look over at the bar of soap, floating in the water. I try to grab the soap but my hands are shaking. Mr. Peak is watching. I try my best to steady my hand and grab the soap. Then I continue to take my bath. This time, I look directly into my boss’s eyes. I want him to know that I am not scared.

“You handled yourself well with Sir Gerald,” my boss explains as he puts the gun away. He zips up the bag and places it on the floor. Then he crosses his legs and watches me continue my bath. “What I have planned next is the ultimate acquisition. It is something I have obsessed about for years. It is something I have delayed out of...,” Mr. Peak says as he measures his words. “...trepidation,” I have a feeling that my boss wanted to say the word “fear” before he caught himself. Good God. If this is something that scared my boss, then what the hell does he have in mind?

“Are you familiar with the Republic of Odostan?” he asks me.

“No.”

“The Republic of Odostan is a former Soviet Bloc nation. After the collapse of the U.S.S.R, Odostan became a failed state. Unlike other former Soviet Bloc nations, Odostan was not able to easily transition from a satellite region to an independent country. In short, chaos reigned. Former Soviet soldiers fought with police officers, criminals and outsiders for control of this oil rich nation. The place became so violent that not even the Russian Republic wanted anything to do with it. So it seemed like Odostan would become another Somalia. Well, that is until a former KGB officer was able to restore order and take control of the country. His name is Yurgi Modilak. Today Yurgi is still the President of Odostan. So, how does one man control a chaotic, oil rich country for over two decades? Simple, he imprisons, tortures and kills his rivals, he intimidates his people and he pays his military well. This little formula has kept President Modilak firmly implanted in power for over twenty years. But nothing lasts forever.”