Master & Student (The Billionaire's Way 2)

Mr. Peak begins to f**k me nice and hard. My back rubs against the hardwood floor. My boss pulls on my hair. He kisses my neck. Then he gets right down to the business of f**king my young body.

As my boss puts his full concentration and effort into getting himself off, I get a nice view of his huge chest. I could stare at it all day. I run my hands up to his massive and broad shoulders. Then I hold his face in my hands. Then something strange happens. He looks me in my eyes.

Oh my God. He has never done that before. For the first time, we are f**king on a more personal level. I move in to kiss him. He pushes my face down and continues to f**k me. Oh well, I’ll take a few seconds of eye contact over nothing at all.

My boss turns me over and forces me to get on my hands and knees. Mr. Peak enters me from behind. He pulls on my hair and spanks my as**s. Dammit. He is really drilling the hell out of me!

We moan. We scream. We both cum at the same time. Our bodies collapse on top of each other as the cool air from the broken window brushes across our bodies. We can hear the police sirens below. This morning has been a hell of a ride.

***

Mr. Peak’s New York office is not an office. It’s a freaking luxury apartment. After we had sex, he picked me up and walked me to this door. He kicked open the door and there in front of me is an eight hundred square foot bathroom suite complete with a jacuzzi tub.

My boss turns on the water and hugs me from behind as he looks out of the windows. We watch as the police try to control the melee forty-two floors below. Apparently, when you toss over fifty million dollars of gold, silver and cash out of a window, New Yorkers tend to over-react.

We watch as people kick, punch and fight each other while police use mace, batons and illegal choke holds to stop the chaos. Mr. Peak looks at the action for a minute and then he says, “That, right there, is the story of our modern world.”

The water from the jacuzzi fills up and we get inside. Mr. Peak grabs his iPhone and makes a call while he looks at me. “Jonas. There is a short black dress along with a pair of black high heel shoes, which belongs to Miss Sulamari. Have it brought up to my office immediately,” Mr. Peak orders.

My boss tosses away the phone and turns on the 60 inch TV in the bathroom. He switches over to CNN. I lean over and hug him as we watch the latest updates from Odostan. The once crisp white Presidential Palace at Kuva is a pockmarked mess spewing black smoke. An alert blazes across the screen: CONFIRMED: PRESIDENT MOLIDAK KILLED.

Mr. Peak smiles and puts the remote down. We watch as the citizens of Odostan dance in the streets. Three tanks pull down the statue to the late dictator. People take turns kicking the large marble head of the dead dictator.

“Odostan exports over 200 billion dollars of oil per year which is now in the control of General Zhukov and myself,” Mr. Peak brags as he strokes my hair. I look up at my boss and he educates his faithful student on the art of managing the spoils of war.

“General Zhukov will need to manage the hundreds of billions of dollars generated by the oil sales. That will be my responsibility. I conservatively estimate that my firm will earn anywhere from ten to fifteen billion dollars a year managing that money,” Mr. Peak explains. Damn.

“So, everything has worked out, Sir?” I say hoping to gain the approval of my master.

Mr. Peak looks out of the window, then he looks down at my anxious face. “Tomorrow, the front page of the New York Post and the Daily News will feature a full front page photo of the clusterfuck below. My name will be as**sociated with it. This will spurn scrutiny in my activities. The New York media is the one thing I can not stop. But, I can control it,” Mr. Peak explains.

“And how will you do that, Sir?” I ask.

My boss looks at me. He takes his right index finger and points it at my nose. “Sarah, you have this gift of seduction. You can seduce powerful and violent men. Now, I need you to seduce an entire world.”

My boss’s cryptic words make me nervous and excited.

Mr. Peak steps out of the bath and grabs a towel. I follow him, grab the towel and begin to dry off my boss’s muscular body. “Normally, I shun the media. I kept a low profile which allowed me the privilege to profit in secret. The media didn’t mind. They are more obsessed with DUI driving starlets and drugged out rock stars. But in the age of Twitter, YouTube, buzzfeed, blogs and Internet forums, no one powerful person can remain truly private. That’s why I need to present a face for the media. I know powerful, strong men can scare people. It intimidates and angers society when they see one man with so much wealth and influence. But there is one thing that melts the heart of the darkest, most cynical person. That is the beautiful and stunning arm candy to any power man. Ah, the world is seduced by young beauty. That’s where you come in, Sarah,” Mr. Peak explains as he puts on his robe. I quickly dry myself off as we walk back into my boss’s office.