On His Orders (The Billionaire's Way 1)

The Hedge Fund King just stares me down. I don’t know where to place my eyes. I am scared to even look at him. If I look away, I know it can be perceived as an insult. So, I stare at his massive chest. My eyes focus their concentration at his crimson colored tie that resembles the hue of red meat.

The billionaire lifts up my quivering chin and looks down at my watery eyes. “You have a lot of gumption to pull a stunt like that. Did you really think you could get away with such a deception. Or are you just a naive little girl?”

I swat his hand away. I didn’t mean to do that to Mr. Peak. It is just an involuntary reaction. If a man puts a hand on me, my first instinct is to swat it away. This quick and violent action catches me by surprise. But not as much as it catches Mr. Peak off guard.

The billionaire looks at my right hand - the very hand that dared to swat him away. Then he looks me right in the eye. I don’t know what is going on but I feel a surge of defiance. Dammit. It’s in my nature to fight back. But this is not the right time. I need to get myself under control here.

The broad shouldered billionaire puts his hands on my small shoulders. He runs those massive and strong hands up to my hand as though he is inspecting one of his possessions. I want to kick him in the balls so badly it is killing me. I know he can see the fire in my eyes.

“You have a lot of fear and anger in you. Lots of primal energy. I like that,” the billionaire says softly. Suddenly, this hulking man lifts me up off of my feet until I am eye to eye with him. I can feel one of my shoes dangle off of my feet. And I can feel my feet just swinging in the air.

Mr. Peak holds me up with no effort whatsoever. I can feel the strong grip of this man choking off the blood circulation on my arms. I can feel his heavy breathing upon my right cheek. “You are a feisty and deceptive little thing. I know you want to claw out my eyes. And you know what?” Mr. Peak says as he leans into my face. “You are turning me on. Because I love a good fight.”

The billionaire drops me. I crumble to the ground. My body feels so vulnerable right now. All I can do is lift my knees up to my neck and huddle against the wall like a scared puppy. Tears begin to stroll down my cheek.

Suddenly, the billionaire lifts me up by my neck. “Ah!” I yell. He turns me around and makes me face the wall. I begin to cry. “Don’t hurt me, Mr. Peak. Please. Let me go and I won’t cash your paycheck. It’s all a big mistake. Please just let me go home!”

My pleas go unanswered for several seconds, which feels like the longest time in the world. I hear his belt come off of his pants. Then I feel his heavy breathing bear down on my left ear, “You are not going anywhere,” the billionaire whispers.

The soft leather of Mr. Peak’s belt wraps around my tiny neck. My body begins to shake. I feel the grip on that belt get tighter and tighter. My body is summoning up the will to scream but I am too scared to utter a sound.

“You have a pretty young body. I love the way your as**s looks in that dress,” the billionaire whispers into my ear. The words just hang there for a moment as I feel his fingers probe around my body.

I listen to the sound of the zipper on my skirt come down. The skirt falls to the floor. The cool air brushes against my thighs and my butt.

“A little white thong. I like little white thongs. It makes a young girl like you seem so innocent. But I know you are not. Deep down inside, you are always looking to play your angle. I am going to teach you about consequences,” Mr. Peak threatens as he places his hands on my shoulders and forces me onto my knees.

“Remove your blouse,” the hedge fund billionaire orders as he begins to slowly choke me with his belt. I quickly unbutton my white blouse but, I hesitate before removing it. He pulls on the belt - choking me to attention.This guy is not afraid to hurt me. I quickly remove the blouse and place it onto the ground. Oh my God. I have never felt so vulnerable in my life!

I just shiver as the goosebumps rise on my flesh. My nipp**les get hard. The belt around my neck begins to loosen. Mr. Peak releases me from its grip. I exhale a sigh of relief. Suddenly, I feel the man grab the back of my neck. He pushes my face onto the carpet and pushes my as**s up into the air.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

*Whap!* I feel the belt slap against my as**s. I moan. He whips me again. Dammit. This is starting to get me off. I secretly hope that he will whip me again. Seconds later, my prayers are answered.

As Mr. Peak continues to take his belt to my backside, a sense of sexual arousal fires through my body. While my mind is scared, my body is willing. Everything is happening so fast, I can barely comprehend what is happening to me.