Taken: By Her Billionaire Benefactor (Billionaire Benefactor 3) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Rosie Pike
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, Adult, BDSM, Short-Story, trilogy, Billionaire, Bachelor, Romantic Erotica, workplace, serial, BBW, librarian, changes, Mysterious, Forever Love, Single Woman, businessman, Conclusion, Benefactor, Graphic Scenes
surprisingly quickly.
James was once again the driver, servile, Anna once more the high status passenger.
The dress was gorgeous, stunning – in fact no words could really describe it fairly. The material was some kind of extravagantly expensive silk, as Anna slipped it on it shimmered down her body, almost weightless, and wearing it was like having thousands hands stroking her skin – feather light – wherever it met her flesh.
It was a dark red, almost blood, and printed all over it were tiny swallows – extraordinarily detailed, the workmanship clear. Anna had never been more careful walking through corridors and closing doors than when she first put on – she couldn't even fathom how expensive repairing a tear caused by some silly little accident she might have would be.
James held the door open for her wordlessly, and she stepped in to the limousine. The leather seats were luxuriously soft, providing just the right support so that Anna sank into them, but they didn't envelop her.
The door closed behind her, then click as the driver's side door opened, then closed. The connecting window hummed as her driver – since that was what he was really – depressed the button which controlled it.
Turning his head to face her, hands already on the wheel, he said "pour yourself a drink, anything. Window up or down?"
It took Anna a little while to process what he was saying. Not only had she never been in a car with dividing window before, she had certainly never been in one that had its own bar!
"Um… Up – I think". She almost didn't want to say it, in fact there was a part of her that would rather speak to him, rather pick his brains about what she might expect to experience when they got there – wherever there was.
But there was a rather larger part of her that had decided to delight in her new-found power over this man – even if that power was simply reflected from her Master…
James didn't reply, he knew exactly what was expected of him and simply depressed the button once again to push the window upwards.
Anna sank back, and began to play with the shimmering material covering her legs.
She inspected the interior of the car’s cabin – noticing in particular the small but no doubt very well stocked bar. There were no labels in sight – didn't need to be. Anna knew by now to expect the very best from her Master – and whatever was in the crystal decanters was no doubt the very best that could be procured anywhere in the world.
Her hands were slightly trembling, whether as a consequence of the orgasm that she had been so close to, but which had been in the end denied her, or whether as a result of the fact that she was delving further into the unknown sexual fantasies of her Master, she didn't know.
Noticing, she decided to make use of the bar that had been provided her, and reached out to pour herself a strong whiskey. The glass was a joy to hold, heavy crystal that sat in her hand as though it was made for it.
She couldn't tell whether it was intentional, whether the car had been stocked with crystalware that would suit her, or whether it was just chance. Given the professional nature of the organisation she was somehow part of she was unwilling to rule out either scenario.
The amber liquid raced down her throat like an emission of fiery lava. There was however, no painful aftertaste, just a smooth finish as it sank into her stomach and pleasantly began to warm her from the inside.
The engine burst into life, and settled into a gentle purr. The gentle vibrations tickled Anna, sending the featherlight material of her delicate dress dancing across her body, stroking her aching nipples – the one omission, presumably intentional, from the well thought out wardrobe she had been provided with being any form of underwear…
She sank back and resolved to enjoy what was about to happen to her, whatever that might
James was once again the driver, servile, Anna once more the high status passenger.
The dress was gorgeous, stunning – in fact no words could really describe it fairly. The material was some kind of extravagantly expensive silk, as Anna slipped it on it shimmered down her body, almost weightless, and wearing it was like having thousands hands stroking her skin – feather light – wherever it met her flesh.
It was a dark red, almost blood, and printed all over it were tiny swallows – extraordinarily detailed, the workmanship clear. Anna had never been more careful walking through corridors and closing doors than when she first put on – she couldn't even fathom how expensive repairing a tear caused by some silly little accident she might have would be.
James held the door open for her wordlessly, and she stepped in to the limousine. The leather seats were luxuriously soft, providing just the right support so that Anna sank into them, but they didn't envelop her.
The door closed behind her, then click as the driver's side door opened, then closed. The connecting window hummed as her driver – since that was what he was really – depressed the button which controlled it.
Turning his head to face her, hands already on the wheel, he said "pour yourself a drink, anything. Window up or down?"
It took Anna a little while to process what he was saying. Not only had she never been in a car with dividing window before, she had certainly never been in one that had its own bar!
"Um… Up – I think". She almost didn't want to say it, in fact there was a part of her that would rather speak to him, rather pick his brains about what she might expect to experience when they got there – wherever there was.
But there was a rather larger part of her that had decided to delight in her new-found power over this man – even if that power was simply reflected from her Master…
James didn't reply, he knew exactly what was expected of him and simply depressed the button once again to push the window upwards.
Anna sank back, and began to play with the shimmering material covering her legs.
She inspected the interior of the car’s cabin – noticing in particular the small but no doubt very well stocked bar. There were no labels in sight – didn't need to be. Anna knew by now to expect the very best from her Master – and whatever was in the crystal decanters was no doubt the very best that could be procured anywhere in the world.
Her hands were slightly trembling, whether as a consequence of the orgasm that she had been so close to, but which had been in the end denied her, or whether as a result of the fact that she was delving further into the unknown sexual fantasies of her Master, she didn't know.
Noticing, she decided to make use of the bar that had been provided her, and reached out to pour herself a strong whiskey. The glass was a joy to hold, heavy crystal that sat in her hand as though it was made for it.
She couldn't tell whether it was intentional, whether the car had been stocked with crystalware that would suit her, or whether it was just chance. Given the professional nature of the organisation she was somehow part of she was unwilling to rule out either scenario.
The amber liquid raced down her throat like an emission of fiery lava. There was however, no painful aftertaste, just a smooth finish as it sank into her stomach and pleasantly began to warm her from the inside.
The engine burst into life, and settled into a gentle purr. The gentle vibrations tickled Anna, sending the featherlight material of her delicate dress dancing across her body, stroking her aching nipples – the one omission, presumably intentional, from the well thought out wardrobe she had been provided with being any form of underwear…
She sank back and resolved to enjoy what was about to happen to her, whatever that might
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