The Billionairess

Chapter 20

It was the gleam of sunlight from the window onto my eyelids that woke me up. My eyes fluttered open. I was holding Rose to my chest, my face buried on her golden curls. I squeezed a kiss on the back of her neck, and she stirred. She rolled over and nuzzled into my chest.

"Did...did I do good, mistress?" I asked, my voice still waking up.

She grinned into my collarbones, then reached around to give my ass a squeeze.

"You did very well, my pet" she said, smacking a kiss on my cheek and giving my ass cheek a firm squeeze.

Her lips came to mine and we melted into each other. I wrapped my arms around her, our legs tangled together under the covers, and our tongues waltzed around each other. The world melted around, a mere white noise in the background of our wake. We were just together. In that moment, holding each other, kissing each other. It was just as good as any s*x we could ever have.

By the time my face was sore, we unlatched from one another. Rose swung her legs over the bed and began to slide back into her bra and panties.

"I still find it hard to believe" I said. "That you were once a submissive...to anyone."

"Yes, I was a mousy little caterpillar before I became the butterfly I am now."

"Submissive, naïve, virgin. None of those words could ever apply to you."

She smirked, then slipped into a blue dress from her wardrobe. I slipped out of bed and proceeded to dress myself. Damn, my uniform needed a wash.

When I finished, I glanced over my shoulder at her. She was leaning over her vanity, applying a dark purple lipstick.

"So..." I said, approaching the subject gently. "After last night...what are we going to do about Tristen?"

Rose popped her lips, a sound that made my blood sizzle. She screwed the lid back on the lipstick.

"It will be hard pushing him away. I've already tried too many times. I'll need to use stronger forces this time."

Before I could ask her what "stronger forces" meant, she turned to me.

"There is some bacon and eggs in the fridge" she said. "I want you to make breakfast for both of us. Then I want you to clean the living room while I go to a quick meeting. I should be home by one. When I get back, I want the place clean and you waiting in my bedroom."

"Undressed, mistress?"

To my surprise, she shook her head.

"No. Stay dressed and wait there. Do not come out or make any noise until I say so. I want you dead silent in there. And if you can’t stay silent, I will tie you to the bed and blind and gag you and shove a cork up your ass."

I wanted to question further, but there was a sharpness in her eyes that correctly told me to keep my mouth shut.

"Yes, mistress."

I made us breakfast. Rose was quiet the whole time. I wished I could dissect her head, poke around and pin-point all of her thoughts. What were those "stronger forces" she kept talking about? What were her plans for this afternoon?

I didn't ask. I made her bacon and eggs which she finished quietly. I watched the fork move in and out of her mouth, her dark lips purring. When she finished, I placed a coat her shoulders, and she gave me a kiss on the cheek as she left for her meeting. I went to work. I swept down every floor, wiped every window, washed the dishes from breakfast. Since Rose lived alone, the place was never really that filthy to begin with. By the time the whole house was clean, I still had two hours. At noon I fixed myself a small lunch, washed the dishes, and then went into her bedroom.

Rose had a clock on the wall near her vanity with roman numerals. I watched anxiously as the hands slipped closer to one o'clock.

At 12:59, I heard the door open, and two voices. I quickly rushed into the bedroom and shut the door, following Rose’s instructions to be absolutely silent.

"I don't see how this could be the end when you've brought me back here" one said.

Tristen's voice. My stomach dropped.

"We've gone through this song and dance before, Rose" he continued. "We meet, you say we're done, but we always end up back in bed. I'm ready when you are."

"Tristen, this push and pull has gone on long enough" Rose said. "I admit I've crawled back to you. But a cycle never ends until someone puts it an end. That is what I am doing right here, right now."

I could practically feel Tristen roll his eyes from the bedroom. I pressed my ear close to the door to better hear their conversation.

"You sound more and more confident every time" he said. "But that doesn't change anything. So, to the bedroom?"

I pressed my ear closer to the frame. My hand fumbled against the door to balance myself, and it was at that moment my worst flaw, my perpetual clumsiness, resulted in the most idiotic move in the history of humanity.

My hand clutched against the doorknob, and as I leaned on it the damn thing got loose. The door swung open and I tumbled forward onto the carpet in the hallway. I let out a cry before I could stop myself, and my body tumbled against the wall, knocking my head in the process.

I groaned and rubbed my head. I stumbled to stand up, and it was at that moment I realized that Tristen and Rose could see me from where they stood in the living room. And they were looking at me.

My face turned bright red.

"I'm sorry, mistress---" I stopped myself. "I mean, Miss Delacourt"

Tristen's eyes glared at me, and I felt myself shrivel under his eyes.

"Mistress?" he said. He turned his bull-like gaze back to Rose. "Rose" he growled. "What is going on?"

I thought that Rose would have thought of some intelligent lie to sway Tristen away, but I felt a rock of realization in my stomach when I saw her close her eyes and take a deep breath.

"Thomas is my submissive" she said. "His butler duty is only a tie-in to the job."

Tristen was silent for a moment, like his pea-sized brain was trying to decide what emotion to convey. But his typical too-manly-to-function self decided with anger. He gritted his teeth and fists, and I could see the heat rushing to his face.

"You mean," he said. "You've finally decided to leave me..." He turned and stomped towards me. I barely had time to escape before he grabbed me by the collar and pinned me to the wall."...for this scrawny, pathetic pansy!" he said. His breath made my nose shrivel.

I looked helplessly to Rose, who kept a calm face, but there was a protective sharpness in her eyes.

"That sweet young man is my slave" she said. "And I refuse to have him treated like this, especially in my own home." Her words grew cold and sharp, like a snake's hiss. "Let him go Tristen."

"No!" he yelled over his shoulder at her. "I refuse to let this end. And it especially is not going to end with you leaving me for this..." he turned to me. "Pathetic, flimsy excuse for a man!"

"That pathetic, flimsy excuse for a man is named Thomas Luxembourg" Rose said, taking a cautious step towards him. "And no one lays a hand on him except me. And no one hurts him for the wrong reasons."

Her words were suddenly laced with something I couldn't quite describe, something softer, but no less hurtful.

"This is why you were always such a terrible master, Tristen" she said.

I could've sworn I sensed a wobble in her voice. I thought for a moment she would break down in tears. She was finally saying to him what she truly felt. Hannah Steele was no longer the shy, lip-biting girl. But the wobble in her voice and softness in her voice, it all suggested the submissive was still fighting, giving one last breath before Rose stabbed her through the heart.

"You only hurt for your own pleasure" she said. "You were selfish. You didn't consider that the dominant and submissive relationship is one where both partners give and take. You didn't realize that you are to treat your submissive as your treasure." Her eyes looked to me with the loving protectiveness of a mother. "Your baby, your slave, your precious, your plaything."

I felt a warmth fill my heart as I looked into her eyes. At that moment I would've climbed every mountain, swam every ocean, and trudged every jungle just for her. My goddess.

Her eyes turned sharply back to Tristen.

"But you never understood that" she said. "You just used my submissive nature to take advantage of me. You had no respect for me, my desires, my pleasure. You stalked me. You controlled me in ways a good master never would've. You tracked my phone."

"I was only looking out for you" Tristen bellowed. "And besides, you liked it, didn't you? You liked having your Mr. Rochester to take care of you? How did you describe it? 'Adorably overprotective?'"

"I was a fool then" she said. "I was a young girl and didn't understand yet what real love is. But now I do." She looked to me again. "And I know now that I will be a better mistress to him than you ever were a master to me. I will be to Thomas what you should have been to me."

Tristen clenched his teeth. He turned back to me, and through his eyes I could see all the terrifying things he was planning to do to me.

"Tristen" Rose said. "Put my slave down."

"You are a fool" he said. "You know you'd want me more, Rose. You want an Adonis over some p***y Romeo."

"You don't know me, or my desires, better than I do. And I'm done with your excuses, your condescension, and gaslighting. We're done, Tristen. No debate."

Tristen's confidence was visibly leaking out of his system. He turned to me, pushed me against the wall so you could hear my skull hit the plaster, then let go. My back slid down the wall as he approached Rose, his nose to hers.

"This is ludicrous" he said. "I mean, god dammit Rose, you're a thirty-year-old woman sleeping with a twenty-one-year-old lowlife!"

"I'm thirty-three, thank you very much" she said. "And I'd rather make love to a bashful younger man who is an angel than a dogmatic older man who is a devil. And not the kind of devil I would go to bed with."

My heart curled when she called me an angel. But it sank back into the fear in my stomach when I saw Tristen's face burn to red. He stomped forward, grabbing Rose's face in his massive hand and pinned her to the wall. I hurried to my feet but found myself unable to move.

"You belong to me, woman" he spat into her face.

Rose never even flinched, but her eyes sharpened so they could slice steel.

"I belong to no one" she said.

In one swift motion, she rammed her high-heeled foot between Tristen's legs. The huge man let out a throaty cry, and stumbled back to the other wall, releasing Rose, who wiped her face with a handkerchief from her cleavage.

"You damned w***e! You cunt! You f*****g b***h!" Tristen swore as he gripped his crotch, pain hissing between his teeth.

"Men like you think you're so tough" she kicked him between the legs again, and he croaked. "But you all have the same weak spot."

She quickly grabbed his hands, and out of nowhere produced a set of handcuffs and latched them around him.

"What the hell are you doing?" Tristen stammered. It was the closest thing I'd ever heard his voice to a plead.

"We are done, Tristen" Rose said. "But you keep coming back, so clearly the message hasn't reached through your manly skull. So it's time to make it absolutely clear once and for all."

She pulled the chain connecting the handcuffs. She moved the chair from her vanity to the corner of the room, facing the living room. She moved him over to it, sat him down, and reconnected the handcuffs to the chair.

A flush of jealousy filled my face. Only I was allowed to wear the mistress's handcuffs. How could she do this to me, placing them on the hands of another man?

"What the f**k do you think you're doing?" Tristen growled.

"I never thought I'd see the day I didn't return to you" she said. "But perhaps this had gone on long enough. I'm breaking the cycle Tristen. The last link of your chain around my neck will be destroyed. Right here, right now."

Her head snapped towards me and I jumped.

"Thomas. Strip, now."

"Mistress, I..."

"I said strip."

Her voice was like acid. My eyes wondered to Tristen, who was still squirming in his chair and glaring at me like he wanted to snap each of my bones in his large hands one by one. I remembered how he pinned her to the wall, tried to dominate her.

But no one could dominate Rose Delacourt.

No man could make her falter.

Not anymore.

I reached for my tie and slowly unfurled it from my neck. Then I let my coat, then my shirt, then my pants fall to the floor. I was always nervous undressing in front of anyone, but in front of Tristen, I felt my whole body grow stiffly hot.

No sooner was I down to just be skin, Rose had a second pair of handcuffs on my wrist, She dragged me to the couch, and lifted my hand above my head. She turned her face to Tristen as she reached under her skirt and peeled her panties off.

"Watch me leave you, Tristen" she said. She looked down at me and traced a finger along my jawline. "For this good, sweet, perfect angel."

A blush filled my cheeks and my eye surged. Rose grabbed hold of my c**k, then lowered herself slowly on top. She let out a slow, breathy gasp.

"NO!" Tristen said, bucking in his chair. "I refuse to lose!"

Rose began to move on top of me. Her hips swerved in that glorious, pulsing motion over my c**k. Sweat already began to form on my neck and face, and my breathes came out in desperate pants.

"Moan for me, Thomas" she said. "Show him who the real master is."

I turned my head to Tristen, who was watching with hatred and hellfire in his eyes. He could easily pulverize me. But that didn't change that I was the one who had Rose's heart.

I moaned louder, out of the intense pleasure but also to spite Tristen. Feeling his eyes watching us only made the blood between my legs surge hotter and faster. My moans turned into cries and my cries turned into screams. Tears of pleasure spilled down my face.

"I can't believe this!" Tristen said.

"Believe it, baby boy" Rose said in an exasperated moan. Her sharp nails dug into my shoulders, and the pain made me shudder.

That's when it began. A rising that could rival that of volcanoes, of the creation of the universe. My head banged against the armrest of the couch. I opened my mouth to scream, and her finger ended up in my mouth. Her panting grew louder until both of us were a mess of screams and sweat and desperation.

We reached the top, and I swore in that moment we were gods. We burned hotter than the sun and stars combined. Then it all trickled down like ice water down our spines.

Rose slipped off of me, leaving me shivering. She slipped her panties back on, and turned towards Tristen, pushing a strand of long sweaty hair out of her face. She took a deep breath, but her voice was still ragged.

"Get the message?" she said. "You and I are done, Tristen. This young man is mine now. I'm the master now."

Tristen's eyes were a mess of a million emotions. Hatred. Anger. Fear. Defeat. He dropped his head down so he was looking between his legs.

"Please let me go, mistress" he said.

Rose quietly walked around the chair and undid Tristen's handcuffs. As soon as he was free, he strode towards the door of the apartment. The door shut moments later. The great Tristen Grey, defeated at last.