Master & Student (The Billionaire's Way 2)

A small crack appears. I lean back and slam the window one more time. I hear an explosion of glass. Shards of the ten foot window rain down around me. I feel the cool Manhattan air against my face. The heavy suitcase makes me lean forward. Everything is a blur for a moment. When I regain my vision, I see the clear image of the Manhattan streets hundreds of feet below.

In that moment, I realize I am going to die. There is no fear in my body. There is only release and relief. You can not be part of something that doesn’t want you. Even with all the wealth you need, one can never function with that missing piece in your heart and in your soul. You can try to fill that missing piece with all the gold and homes and all the cars you can buy, but that hole will never be filled.

I watch the suitcase fly away from my hands. It opens, cash, gold and silver spill out into the air. Time stops. I can see the glistening reflection of the precious metals fire the light into my eyes. It blinds me.

As my body falls forward, I feel a sudden rush of pain. I feel an overwhelming power pull me up and back into the office. The fallen glass cuts my body. I am spun onto my back. My eyes focus. Mr. Peak is staring at me like a raging tiger.

“What the f**k is wrong with you!?” he yells as he slaps me across the face. He picks me up and throws me on the sofa. “I offer you all of that money and you throw it out of my f**king window! Are you insane?!”

Mr. Peak waits for me to answer. There is a sudden rush of adrenaline. Fear fires back through my veins. I open my mouth and tell Mr. Peak, “I’m sorry, Sir. My loyalty to you is more important than any amount of money.”

Several large men swing Mr. Peak’s doors open with their guns drawn. “Code Three Seven Seven Alpha,” Mr. Peak says calmly. The security team quickly put their firearms away. I guess that is Mr. Peak’s secret code for his security team indicating that everything is fine.

Some of the large men walk up to the broken window and look down. Mr. Peak calmly tells them, “Have the security detail go down there and recover my funds.” They rush out and leave Mr. Peak and myself alone once again.

Mr. Peak forces me to sit up straight. I look at him with tears in my eyes. “Well, I have good news and I have bad news. The good news is that I believe you are loyal to me. The bad news is that you owe me for a broken window and whatever money I lost down there on Columbus Circle. Since you don’t have any money to speak of, I’m going to take it out on your as**s.”

I smile. Mr. Peak does care about me.

“What the f**k are you smiling about?!” my boss yells.

I can’t stop. I’m giddy.

“You think this is f**king funny. You throw fifty million dollars out of my window. I’m going to give your three seconds to wipe that smile off of your face.”

I can’t stop grinning. He really does care about me.

“Dammit!” Mr. Peak yells.

My boss grabs me and throws me down on the sofa. He pulls my legs over one of the sofa’s armrests so my as**s is propped up in the air. He pulls down my thong and pulls my dress up. Then Mr. Peak starts to spank my as**s with his belt.

“You don’t f**k around with me! Do you understand that?!” Mr. Peak yells. Every slap is a punishment and a reward. It is a punishment because I have displeased my boss. It is a reward because he cares enough to hurt me in a way that brings sexual pleasure to him.

I feel the hard leather slap against my as**s cheeks. Yes, it hurts but I love the attention I am getting from Mr. Peak. I grab the other sofa armrest and begin to bite down on the leather in the sofa.

When Mr. Peak is done. He turns me over and rips apart my dress. I watch my boss’s eyes gaze over my nak**ed body. “Dammit. You look so tasty,” Mr. Peak growls as he removes his clothing.

Damn, I never get sick of seeing my boss’s strong arms and chest. He removes his pants, revealing his powerful thighs. The bulge in his underwear is nice and thick. This man is ready to f**king destroy me.

Mr. Peak pulls down my thong. He runs his tongue up to my bre**asts as he rubs his right hand between my legs. I claw at his back and run my fingers through my boss’s hair. We fall off of the sofa. And for the first time, I am on top!

I sit up and straddle my boss’s hi**ps. I can feel him grinding his hard co**ck against me. He takes my fingernails and slowly slides them across his chest. Mr. Peak doesn’t allow me complete control for long. He reaches up and slowly chokes me. His grip is strong and sure. I nearly black out.

My boss turns the tables and gets on top of me. He pulls down his underwear and slowly pushes himself inside of my young body. He feels nice and big. My face is blushing. I can feel the heat exploding all over my body.